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Perfectly symmetrical- Keegan P. Russ
Based on a request: Hiiii :D Idk if u do requests or whatever but can I please ask for Keegan comforting OCD reader? Preferably OCD related to needing things to be symmetrical? Also please tag me when it's out OK byeeeeeee :D ---- GN!Reader, fluff?, comfort, established!relationship ---- A/N: this is a really old request I just found...I also will only tag the person who request it because I dont know if anyone on my tag list wants to also read about ocd reader (I've been scolded once or twice by you<3)
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the heater in the corner. Keegan sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, his sharp gaze flicking between you and the coffee table. Your breathing was uneven, and your hands trembled as you adjusted the objects in front of you.
You shifted the coasters—two on the left, two on the right—aligning them meticulously. The edges still didn’t look right, gnawed at you like an itch you couldn’t reach. You frowned, pulling them a fraction closer to the centre of the table, trying to match their placement to the imaginary grid in your mind.
“It’s off,” you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.
“Looks fine to me,” Keegan said softly, but his voice carried no judgment. His tone was low, reassuring, like a ripple over still water.
“It’s not fine.” Your voice cracked, and you quickly set the coasters down, clenching your hands in frustration. “It’s wrong. It doesn’t feel… even. It’s all wrong.”
Keegan shifted, leaning back onto the couch. “Alright,” he said, stretching out a gloved hand. “Show me what you’re seeing. Maybe I can help.”
Your gaze flicked to him, your stomach twisting. “You’ll think it’s stupid.”
Keegan tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, but not in anger. “I wouldn’t be here if I thought that.”
His simple honesty made your chest ache. Taking a shaky breath, you pointed to the coffee table. “The left side looks heavier than the right. The coasters need to be perfectly symmetrical, or it… I don’t know, it just feels wrong. It’s like… like something bad will happen if it’s not fixed.”
Keegan nodded, his expression serious. “Alright. Let’s fix it, then.”
You blinked. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted firmly. “You think I’m going to leave you to fight this alone?”
His words grounded you more than you expected. Together, the two of you adjusted the coasters. Keegan moved slowly and carefully, asking for your input each time he adjusted. When he saw the tension in your shoulders ease, he stopped.
“How’s that?” he asked, looking up at you.
You tilted your head, inspecting the layout. The relief hit you in waves, like a burden lifting from your chest. “It’s… perfect.”
Keegan leaned back, watching you with a small, satisfied smile. “Told you we’d get there.”
You sank onto the couch beside him, your hands finally still. Keegan reached out, tugging the blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over your legs.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
And for the first time that day, you did.
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after the newest video, i’ve seen some people jump to saying that Porter shouldn’t be the only one to apologise, and that he and Treasure were both in the wrong in their… argument.
of course this is absolutely correct and that should not be disputed, Porter and Treasure both said things that hurt the other.
however, i’ve seen some folks saying Treasure was as equally wrong as Porter in this fight, and i have to disagree. big ramble ahead.
fellas, is it a crime to want to get to know the person who you want to be in a relationship with?
before I say anything else, yes, Treasure should absolutely apologise for pushing Porter’s boundaries in their last meeting - BUT! before that argument, they’ve only ever asked him questions about how he’s feeling, probably because he’s constantly moody and mysterious! which is, i admit, very sexyandcool of him. sure. but it’s also Not Great when you’re trying to open up to this new person and they outright refuse to tell you anything further than a quick “i’m fine, Treasure, now lets move on to our regularly scheduled blood-drinking-face-slapping-sexy-time” whenever you try to get to know him - ya know, even after he’s gone and said that that’s something he also wants to do.
i won’t lie here. i’m willing to admit that i’m on Treasure’s side moreso than i am Porter’s, because there’s only so much “we can have this conversation later, darling” that i would be able to handle before i too would tell him that he’s running from his issues faster than a rollercoaster of its rails.
yes, Treasure pushed his boundaries. But if they hadn’t, realistically speaking, when would he have ever opened up? with anyone?? He would certainly NEVER turn to Vincent for advice for anything (which i remind myself excitedly that this argument is what now begins the slow forming of the bond of sibling-esque understanding and heartfelt meaning!!! aaaa!!) and frankly, i don’t think Porter would get to a place of understanding like this on his own.
Porter is the type of person to force himself into believing he is content with a situation, because he believes he has to be - that that is the only decision he will get to make in the matter, and so he makes it to reinforce his sense of agency, aka: ‘i am okay with this situation because i choose to be, thus it cannot hurt me in a way that matters, and so i am in control’ - until something snaps him out of it and makes him see reality.
It happened first with Sam, Vincent and Lovely leaving the Solaire House, forcing him to confront the fact that everything is not ‘fine’.
And now it’s happening with Treasure, too.
Porter’s world is shattering around him, and he cannot continue to lie to himself and sweep the broken shards under the rug. Because with enough pieces, and enough time, those shards cut through eventually - and soon there will be blood.
#redacted porter#redacted treasure#reminder that i love these two#and everything i say i say with love#these two have my heart#and i trust erik completely with however he decides to tell this story#these are just my thoughts#redacted audio#redacted asmr#rambles
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Prompt 22 - Blame
“Villain, listen—”
Hero knew reasoning with Villain was a long shot at best, but they were currently tied to a chair and running out of options.
“The time for talking was up years ago, Hero. Why would I even consider listening to you, after what you did?!” they snapped.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Hero shouted.
“Now you’re lying to my face, trying to deny blame? I would’ve thought that a hero would have more integrity.”
“They were dead before I got there!”
The silence was deafening, until Villain let out a disbelieving laugh.
“You mean I’ve been wrong this entire time?” They took an unsteady step back. “I dedicated my life to getting revenge, only for it to be against the wrong person?!” Hero was here against their will and they still felt like they shouldn't be here.
“No, no, that can’t be true. You must be lying.” Villain’s voice was shaky, with an edge of hysteria.
“I’m not,” Hero said quietly, not wanting to make Villain’s already unstable state any worse, but also not wanting Villain to think them a liar. It would be dangerous for them to let Villain believe that.
Villain collapsed to their knees, sobs wracking their entire body. Their breakdown, in Hero’s opinion, was a long time coming, but they still felt like they were intruding. It wasn’t like they could just up and leave, but they turned their head and stared at the wall to give Villain some semblance of privacy.
“They wouldn’t have wanted this, would they? They wouldn’t have wanted me to take my anger out on an innocent person.” The question was not for Hero, so they didn’t say anything. “Make no mistake; I will not give up on my revenge, but I recognize that it is not you who needs to pay.” As Villain untied them, Hero could’ve sworn they heard them whisper, I’m sorry.
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hello! could i please request a yandere/dark!Juice with younger!fem!reader and the quote “I claimed you with this tattoo.”? i was thinking maybe reader is Jax’s younger, innocent sister and Juice drugs her and gets Happy to give the reader Juice’s giant crow on her backside (like a ‘tramp stamp’, how Tara’s was). and maybe she wakes up, sees it in the mirror and Juice is so happy, he’s ready to tell everyone that you’re officially his. he also definitely would want to start making babies with you asap. please feel free to change anything or let me know if it’s too dark! thank you SOOO much! ❤️
Summary: Juice and readers developing relationship. While they are both very much truly in love with one another Juice is manipulative. Readers age is not mentioned but she is over 18.
Warnings: As always 18+. Toxic Relationship/power dynamics, coercing, drugging. Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Please proceed with care.
You Love Me. Right?
“You wanted to see me?” you called peeking your head in the doorway of the clubs meeting area. Noting Chibs and your brother sitting at the table.
“Yeah, come in and take a seat” stated Jax as he motioned for you to join them. Once you were seated Jax spoke.
“I just wanted to check in about you and Juice. I’ve noticed a lot of flirting, you two seem to be getting closer than friends now. While I’m not trying to tell you what to do, cause you are over eighteen. I just want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into here. You don’t have a whole lot of dating experience and shit” he stated as he eyed you closely, noting the redness in your cheeks as you looked away from him. “Last night the little stunt with the prospect seemed to stem from you wanting to make Juice jealous. Am I wrong?”
“No” you replied quietly. Your mind replayed the night before. You had shot your shot with Juice and he had while nicely still turned you down talking about the age difference and your lack of experience. You were devastated because you thought the two of you were on the same page. You had fled the clubhouse in embarrassment and spent a good amount of time crying in the office at the garage. Once you had calmed down you had returned and drunk yourself into a happier state as you danced with the new prospect before letting him kiss you and maneuver you to the dorm hallway after seeing Juice with a crow eater on his lap. You had figured two could play at this game. The events after got a little blurry but Juices growled words of shes mine as he loomed over the prospect as Jax and Chibs pulled him back were engraved on your soul.
Jax rubbed his face as he looked at Chibs. The latter who just shrugged his shoulders. The two of them had already talked with Juice earlier. Jax had wanted to kick his ass for even thinking of laying claim to his baby sister but Chibs had been a voice of reason. You were both adults and both consenting. While Jax could disapprove he couldn’t really stop you from dating each other. Juice had been honest in his feelings for you to them. He was willingly to commit and not step out. He was madly in love with you and had even asked if he could offer you his crow which had taken Jax for surprise. He had been hesitant but had agreed as long as you were fully on board. Which is why he wanted to talk with you first.
“So you like him then?” inquired Jax. Once you had nodded Jax spoke again. “As your older brother I just want to protect you. I never want to see you hurt in anyway. If pursuing a relationship with Juice is something you want then I won’t stop that. I just want you to really think through each step before saying yes. Dating a club member is different than dating some guy you went to school with and such. You understand what I am saying?”
“I do, yeah.” You replied as you looked back up at him smiling. “I really really like him Jax. He is so sweet and always watches out for me. He’s perfect” you gushed as you clamped your hands in your lap.
Three Months Later
You and Juice were cuddling on his bed after sex. Your head buried in his chest as he traced the curve of your spine with his fingers. “So, what do you think about getting my crow now babe?” he murmured as he kissed the top of your head, fingers tracing your lower back now. His mind picturing the crow splayed across your skin, staking claim, marking you as his.
“I don’t know. I worry its too soon” you murmured as you nervously bit your lower lip. While you wanted the tattoo, you were still worried about having something so permanent on your skin.
Juice frowned as he continued to stroke your soft flesh. “You want it though. Right?” he inquired as he used his other hand to lift your chin so he could see your face.
“Of course.” You replied with a nod. “I’m just worried about the pain and what happens if we don’t work out?”
“I love you and you love me. Right?” replied Juice softly as he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he smiled as you. Once you nodded he spoke again. “Then we are going to work out. It’s you and me babe. Forever” replied Juice as he leaned down to kiss you.
Juice whistled as he played around with his laptop. He had finally got enough recordings to put together a phone call from you to Happy letting him know you wanted the crow tattoo that Juice had sent him when you two first got together. He had wanted to talk to you first to make sure you understood the commitment and stuff since you were be sedated. Checking the cameras he saw you were still in the tub relaxing. He felt his pants start to tent as his eyes roamed your body before he shook himself from the distraction. Clicking another button had a ringing in his headphones as he listened in on the call between Happy and the voice recordings. A few minutes later he was shutting his laptop after confirming the appointment for tomorrow. You would be marked and claimed in more than one way he thought as a alarm went off on his phone. He smiled as he glanced at it before clearing it away.
“Peak Ovulation”
Next Day
“Yuck” you stated as you spat out your drink making Juice frown.
“Not good?” he inquired casually.
“I’m not sure. It’s like salty almost and grainy” you replied as you held your glass out for him to take a sip.
“Oh yeah. That’s off let me go make you another” he replied before disappearing into the kitchen. “Here you go love” he stated as he handed you a new drink. “Better” he asked as he watched you take a drink. Once you nodded he grinned before collapsing back on the couch and starting the movie. You smiled as he pulled you into him, your head resting on his shoulder.
You felt groggy and like your back was on fire. A weird buzzing filled your ears as well as the murmur of voices. You must have fallen asleep on the couch you thought as you struggled to open your eyes. Blinking rapidly as you tried to open them you were confused as you saw yourself. Well your reflection in a large floor length mirror. Blinking more you saw Juice and Happy. Frowning you tried to speak but couldn’t get anything out. As your eyes focused more you recognized Happys tattoo shop and your stomach flipped as you saw in another mirror your shirt was off as he worked on a tattoo on your lower back.
“What’s happening” you croaked out as you started crying startling both men. Happy frowned and immediately pulled the tattoo gun away from you as you started moving. Shooting Juice a look of suspicion.
“She’s just in pain, sedatives are wearing off cause your taking too long” offered Juice as he moved to the front of you cupping your face gently. “Shh its okay baby girl. You’re getting my crow like you wanted. Remember we talked about it last night and you called Happy and set this up?” he inquired smoothly as he caressed your cheeks gently, brushing away the tears.
“I…i…. forgot” you murmured as you struggled to recall this. Juice wouldn’t lie to you.
“It’s okay. I love you and you love me. Right? That’s why I claimed you with this tattoo” Juice continued as you nodded. “So you are going to be a good girl for me right and let Hap finish?”
“Yes, I’m good Happy. Thank you” you replied as Juice kissed your forehead before nodding to Happy to finish up.
That night you were laying naked on Juices bed as he gently dried you off from your shower. “Want a back rub” he asked as he grabbed your lotion form the nightstand and poured some on your back making you shiver.
“Please” you groaned as he started to gently knead your flesh. An hour later you were a moaning mess, fisting the sheets as he pumped his fingers in and out of your soaking core. Taking you to the edge but never letting you go over. Your mind was heavy and fuzzy with lust, body tight with the need for release.
“Want something pretty girl” chuckled Juice as he held your hips as you tried pushing them back to find his fingers again.
“You. Juice please” you whined as you turned to look at him over your shoulder panting with need.
“Now” questioned Juice as he pulled his sweats down letting his cock bob in the air before resting on your ass as he leaned over you kissing the middle of your back.
“Now” you demanded as you moved under him making him groan as his cock rubbed between your cheeks, spreading his precum across your skin. His fingers were on the drawer of your nightstand when he grinned at your next sentence.
“Fuck me Juice. Now I can’t take this anymore” you demanded as you raised your hips up under him.
“As you wish babygirl” he murmured as he leaned back and notched his leaking tip at your dripping core. With a quick snap of his hips you were both moaning as your soft walls fluttered and milked him. Gripping your hips roughly he pounded you into the mattress as you moaned his name. Heart pounding as your orgasm washed over you quickly. Your vision tunneling as you saw stars and electricity coursed through you. Fists clenching the sheets tightly as you tried to get away from the over whelming amount of pleasure going through you Juice thrusted into you a few more times before turning sloppy as he started pouring hot ropes of cum into you.
Something felt different. Wrong. You had never felt this after sex with Juice before. Your heart was pounding for more than one reason now. Your hands clenching the bed sheet even tighter as tears prickled at your lash line. No you thought as you felt the weight on top of you shift. "Juice" you stated quietly.
"Baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to" soothed Juice as he pulled from you some more. His eyes locked on the space where your bodies met. Grinning as his cock twitched again pouring more of his release inside of you. He was already picturing you with a swollen belly and tits. How beautiful you would look as you carried all of his babies. He would keep you filled he though before the sounds of you crying pulled him from his thoughts.
“Why did you cum in me. I’m not ready for a baby” you sobbed as you struggled to get out from under him.
Juice felt his heart aching at your words. He had hurt you and he hadn’t meant for that to happen. “Baby I’m sorry, we got carried away. I just wanted to give you want you wanted. I was going to but you said now. My brain short circuited. I know it’s a lame ass excuse. You have to trust me it was an accident” he soothed as he pulled you into his arms, tuning you over and holding you tight so you couldn’t get away. He rocked you as you cried until you had calmed down some.
He was right. You had told him now and its not like you hadn’t wanted to have sex. These things happened you thought to yourself as you let him soothe you. Tears falling on your forehead caught you off guard making you look up into his face full of sorrow and remorse as his own tears fell.
“Please forgive me” he begged as he held you tighter.
“Its okay” you replied as you kissed him.
“Thank you.” He replied as he pulled from your lips. “Besides what happens happens. Because I love you and you love me. Right?”
“Right” you replied as you smiled.
A year later
“Another one? Damn I just got used to being an uncle” laughed Jax as you and Juice sat on his couch as he unwrapped the announcement gift you had brought him. You both laughed as you looked at each other.
“What can I say he love me and I love him” you stated.
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who said loser!jean I DIDDDD (+ @jeansboo)
little bit of context it’s your 4 month anniversary woop woop !
this is how you guys met btw (also 82 notes TYSMMM)
“happy 4 months baby!!” you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his back. “what are you making, hm? it smells good.”
you and jean have been together month and you’ve never felt happier. yes, jean was awkward, very awkward, but he was one of the only guys who treated you respect. you didn’t want him to be nonchalant and indifferent about his or your emotions. you loved how he noticed everything, you didn’t even need to say anything and he would ask “what’s going on in your pretty little head, huh ? i didn’t do something wrong…did i??” you loved how he was just happy doing nothing with you, happy looking into your eyes and admiring your beauty.
“morning angel” he turns off the stove, “i’m making your favourite” he turns round to face you and curls his arms round your waist. he was so tall and he would lean he head on yours. he was rubbing circles on your waist softly and slowly, just how you liked it.
“jean, stop ! it’s ticklish” you giggle when squirming in his hands. he loved how you felt in his hands. you put your hand on his neck to bring his lips close to yours. because he is SOOOO tall you still have to go on your tipetoes and you give him a gentle mwah! and you giggle when you how red his cheeks are. you loved how cute and pathetic he was anytime you showed affection towards him. he was still getting used to him being so physical with him, as you would always explain, “you’re just so cute baby, i can’t keep my hands off you !” and he would hide his face in your neck, whilst you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks.
“okay, i’m going to get ready” you say whilst walking off and singing happily. jean smiling as your hips sway side to side. whilst you made yourself look good for the rest of your anniversary, jean finished making your pancakes.
fast forward jean messed up your reservation for dinner and he’s so upset and get at himself. “i’m so sorry angel, i should have made sure everything was perfect, i just..didn’t think. i’m such a fucking idiot.” and he’s running his hands through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, “are you mad at me? i don’t mind if you are, i just..please don’t be? just straight up rambling for 10 minutes straight until you’re like “jean, baby ? it’s okay i just wanted to spend time with you. i don’t mind where we are” and you intertwine your fingers with him and go on your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. and he’s just so happy you’re with him and you just look so beautiful. you’re wearing his favourite colour, the jewellery he bought you makes you look like a literal star, shimmering just for him. how did you look so beautiful all the time?
so you guys ordered food and you’re on bundled up on the couch with blankets over you both. a random movie in the back. you turn to see jean poking at his food with a forced smile on his face. you lean in closer to try catch his attention. but he seems lost in his own world. “jean, jeannnn, jeannnnnn?” you wave your hand over his face. he smiles sadly, not quite reaching his eyes.
“mhm, sorry angel i’m here now.” his voice is quiet, laced with same sadness hes been carrying since he fucked tonight up. you reach his cheek and caress it softly. someone was up with him, you knew it. he was always so warm and caring towards you and he deserved the same . “do you remember our first date?” you asked, grinning softly, hoping to alleviate your boyfriends pain. “of course i do..how could i not” his smile grows a bit, his warm brown eyes alight at the thought.
flashbackkkkk
“hi jean, is everything okay? call me when you get this okay?”
“jeannn, you good ? let me know if you’re okay”
“i think they might kick me out soon…but it’s okay i just wanna know if you’re okay alright ?”
safe to say your first date didn’t go that well… jean got the dates mixed up and didn’t realise it was today and when he saw a combination of your mixed calls and texts he realised..
”oh shit.”
he didn’t even have time to run things past connie or eren. he didn’t have time to even get in his head about you not liking him because he was definitely sure he fucked things up. even though you were doing charity even giving him a chance after how badly he fucked up. so, he got ready so quickly everything was like a blur “listen i’m really sorry, i thought..fuck…i got the days all messed up it’s my fault i’m sorry..can you just..wait?” he’s running so fast he nearly gets ran over 😭😭
he sees you in the quiet cafe. you look so sad. jean entesr the cafe, you look up as the bell chimes and it’s jean (finally). he’s rushing towards you, heaving, red in the face. “listen i’m so so so fucking sorry okay. just let make it up to you, alright?” and i mean how could you mad at him. you sigh, “well first we have to go on a proper date, don’t we?” you tilt your head to the side, chin on your palm, playful eyes. “yeah..YEAH of course.” he slides into the booth with you and he’s still shocked that you liked him and you still wanted to try something out with him.
“you should get something for yourself, they’re open till late.” jean looks up from the table. “huh? oh yeah, so, uh what do you recommend, if um anything at all? or is it all bad? well you’re drinking something so..not too bad? unless..ha..” he’s really fucking things up oh my gosh 😭 you simply just point to chocolate brownie and smile cheekily. so jean goes up and buys one.
chocolate brownie in hand he sets it into thee table. two spoons and a bunch of napkins, he’s going to make today perfect. convo is a bit slow at first, he’s talking about the weather, which is a choice ! but you can tell he wants to make you happy. agreeing and doing anything you say. he was like a bobble head with how much his head was shaking up and down. you’re down to the last bit of the brownie. “you can have it, i’m not even that hungry and you um…deserve something as sweet as you…?” he pushes to bowl towards you and he is cringing so.hard. why would he say that? he wasn’t thinking straight. you try to keep a straight face but you burst in the laughter accompanied with jeans groaning. you don’t even care that everyone is watching your booth because it feels like you’re slowly seeing jean relaxed and not trying to impress you all the time side. “jean you’re too much, thank you i will enjoy it, because i’m sooo sweet” you break out into giggles again and all jean can think is, you’re laughing, not a pity laugh or a awkward laugh a geniune laugh. after he heard it it’s all he wants to do and that’s when he realises that he needs it to be you.
after lots of giggling from you, jean both voluntarily and involuntarily making a fool out of himself. you guys are walking in the late night. the cafe had to kick the two of you out for firstly being too loud and secondly they were shutting. but that was okay, jean had really transformed this date. you saw the amount of effort he had put in and you saw how much he cared for you. so although he started things off horribly. you wanted to give him a chance. “jean?” you stop in your tracks and look up to meet his eyes. “uh..yeah?” worried he says it did something wrong. “calm down” you giggle “i just want to say that i had a good time, you’re really fun to be around” you lean in to give him a hug your head nestled in his chest, his arms keeping you close to him, holding you like he won’t let go. YOU NEED THAT BOY BAD.
back to presenttt
“what im trying to say is, fucking things up, being awkward, all that shit is just your thing, baby !” you’re stroking his hair as he lies on your chest. his slow breathing feels cold on your skin. bodies intertwined with eachother. “jean? are you even awake?” you look down to see his half lidded eyes fluttering open and close again. “yes angel.” he shifts to bring you closer to him (as if the gap between you hadn’t already been shut😭) “i just hope you don’t feel shitty about everything still?” finally he lifts his head up and shakes it “if you’re happy then i am, you put up with me even though i act like an idiot 25/8, how can i be sad?…i don’t call you angel for no reason..” after saying something so sweet and heartfelt he’s back to sleep again !
but it’s okay. although it wasn’t the traditional anniversary jean wanted for you guys he was happy. he’s been happy ever since you looked his way at the party. happy since you gave him a second chance. happy cause he can lie on your chest at all times, any times. happy because he’s the one that is making you smile.
a/n: THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IVE HAD WITH THIS. but i’m just glad i got it out !! it was keeping me sane during exam szn which doesn’t finish till next week :(( after that i will making emmy way through the drafts I AM SO EXCITED ++don’t be scared to share your opinions in it i would love to hear !!
#miffy-00#𝜗𝜚#aot#jean kirstein#jean x reader#drabble#oneshot#jean kirschstein#jean aot#jean kirschtein x reader#snk#snk fanfiction#one day i won’t write so much#that day is just not today#he’s so babygirl#aot x reader#request#part 2
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I Don't Need A Gentleman
pairing: edward cullen x gender neutral reader tags: edward is old fashioned and kinda a prude, the reader is not, reader doesn't want vanilla sex anymore, alice and rosalie are cool sister in laws
You lounge on the massive, cream-colored couch in the Cullens’ living room, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone as Alice and Rosalie flip through a stack of fashion magazines. It’s one of those rare, lazy evenings—no imminent threats, no pressing vampire drama—just the family scattered around the house doing their own thing. Alice bumps your foot with hers. “You’re weirdly quiet today. Seriously, what’s up?”
You look up, tapping the phone against your knee. “It’s kind of about Edward.”
Rosalie arches a perfectly groomed brow. “What did our golden boy do now?”
Your cheeks—if they still could—might blush. “He didn’t really do anything wrong, exactly. It’s just…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Even though you’ve been married to Edward for a while, it can still be tough to put some things into words. “He’s super considerate, and I adore that about him. But sometimes—okay, a lot of times—I just wish he’d show a little more…passion? Fire?”
Alice makes a sympathetic face, setting her magazine aside. “He can be a bit old-school, yeah. He has that ‘eternally seventeen’ gentleman thing down to a T.”
“Tell me about it,” you huff. “I’m a vampire, too! I mean, I’m not exactly made of glass. But he keeps treating me like I’m this delicate flower that might crumble if the wind blows too hard. I swear, sometimes our kisses feel like little pecks—like he’s worried I’ll spontaneously combust if he lingers longer than three seconds.”
Rosalie leans back, crossing her arms. “Look, Edward’s always been overly cautious. It’s one of his most annoying…okay, fine, endearing qualities. But you can’t blame him for wanting to protect you. He’s basically built that way.”
You sit up straighter, pushing your hair out of your face. “Totally. I get it. I love how he’s protective, and, well, a total gentleman. But I need more of that oomph. Y’know, that feeling where you just can’t keep your hands off each other.”
Alice snorts a laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say ‘oomph.’ You should definitely say that to Edward’s face. He’d probably blush so hard, if vampires could blush.”
“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully. “But how do I bring it up without hurting his feelings? He’s so sensitive. The moment he thinks he’s made me even slightly uncomfortable, he clams up.”
Rosalie sets the magazine aside with a little thump. “You’re married. He can handle the conversation. Trust me, you should be honest about it. Being in love for, what, decades? That means talking about the hard stuff, or the passionate stuff.” She smirks at that last part.
Alice nods enthusiastically, tucking her legs up beneath her. “The best way is just to be straightforward. Tell him how you feel without making it sound like he’s doing something wrong. Emphasize that you love his old-fashioned side—it’s part of why you married him, right? But also make it crystal clear that you want him to dial up the heat. You’re a vampire, for crying out loud, not some breakable human.”
You exhale, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “You guys are right. I’m probably overthinking it. I’m worried he’ll take it the wrong way, but I can’t just keep ignoring how frustrated I am.”
“Exactly.” Alice taps your knee again. “He’ll listen, especially if you remind him that you still love all the things that make him Edward. He just needs to hear that you want him to trust your strength, too.”
Rosalie stands, stretching with the fluidity of a cat. “And if that doesn’t work, just throw him up against a wall somewhere. That’ll get the point across.”
Alice gasps in mock horror. “Rosalie Hale! That’s your brother you’re talking about.”
She smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, sometimes subtlety isn’t the answer.”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Let me try talking first before I start tossing him around.”
Alice and Rosalie share amused glances as you stand, giving a quick wave. “Thanks for the advice, seriously.”
“Anytime,” Alice sings out.
“Go get ’em,” Rosalie adds, winking.
You head up the stairs to find Edward, heart fluttering in that familiar way only he can cause, despite both of you being, well, undead. He’s in his usual spot in the family’s library, flipping through a thick novel—something old and fancy, undoubtedly. The moment he senses you, he glances up with a small smile, eyes full of that unwavering devotion.
“Hey,” you say, crossing the room until you’re close enough to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Got a minute to talk?”
“Of course,” Edward responds softly, setting the book aside. He tilts his head, concern flickering in those golden eyes. “Is everything all right?”
“It is,” you reassure him, settling in beside him on the velvet couch. You can still hear Alice’s and Rosalie’s voices drifting faintly from downstairs, but you focus on Edward. “I just wanted to share something that’s been on my mind, and it’s really important to me.”
He nods earnestly. “You know you can tell me anything.”
Taking a breath, you gently place your hand over his. “So, we’ve been together for a long time. We’re married, and I’m a vampire—just like you, right? But sometimes I feel like you’re handling me with kid gloves. I love your gentlemanly side, and I’d never want you to completely lose that. But I want us to be able to express our love passionately, without you worrying so much that I’ll break.”
Edward’s gaze drops to your entwined hands. “I—I see,” he says quietly. “I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t my equal. It’s just…I can’t shake the habit of worrying you might be hurt or regret something if I let go too much. Even though you’re stronger than any human I once knew, it’s hard to override decades of caution.”
Leaning in, you brush a gentle kiss against his cheek. “I know. And I respect how deeply you care. But hey, my strength is legit.” You grin, flexing half-jokingly. “I promise, I can handle more. And if something’s too much, I’ll tell you.”
Edward’s lips curve into a small smile. “Thank you for being honest with me. I guess I needed a reminder that I’m not the only one in this relationship who has a say—especially when it comes to showing affection.”
Your heart (metaphorically) flutters at the genuine warmth in his voice. “Exactly. I love being with you, and I don’t want you to hold back. We can figure out the balance, you know, do the old-fashioned courting stuff, but also, I don’t know…maybe occasionally break the furniture?”
His eyes widen for half a second in surprise, then he laughs, the sound soft and musical. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he teases, sliding a hand around your waist to pull you closer. This time, when you tilt your head up for a kiss, you feel him lean in just a bit more—a tiny, tangible shift. His lips linger, his cool hand splaying across your back. The moment stretches on until you both draw away, contented smiles on your faces.
“That,” you whisper, thumb brushing against his jaw, “was exactly what I’ve been missing.”
Edward’s eyes shine with affection. “Then I’ll make sure you never miss it again.”
Downstairs, you can practically hear Alice’s “Yes!” whispered under her breath, and you know Rosalie is grinning in that smug way that says, “Told you so.” It makes you laugh softly. But that’s the beauty of this big, unconventional vampire family.
Edward gently presses his forehead against yours. Neither of you needs to breathe, but the moment feels like a breath of fresh air anyway. Old-fashioned or not, he’s all yours—and he’s finally letting you show him that you’re every bit the strong partner he deserves. And judging by the heat in his eyes, this is just the beginning.
#x male reader#male reader#gender neutral insert#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#twilight#the twilight saga#bella swan#the cullens#twilight saga#jacob black#edward cullen#rosalie hale#alice cullen#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#aro volturi#marcus volturi#cauis volturi#new moon#breaking dawn#breaking dawn pt. 1#breaking dawn part 2#twilight fandom#twilight fanfiction#edward cullen x reader#edward cullen fanfiction#edward cullen x you#edward cullen x y/n#edward cullen imagine
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wc: 1034 | Rating: T | CW: mentions of infidelity | Additional Tags: future fic, famous Eddie Munson, school counselor Steve Harrington, past Steddie, reconnecting, olive branches, second chances, hopeful ending
I got wailed at a lot for part 1, lol, so here’s this to start making it better. Thanks for the comments about Eddie’s characterization though, I’m glad all the growing up he’s done since the breakup came through.
Now also on ao3
Hell of a Time at the Wake, part 2
The thing is, Eddie never fell out of love. He’s just grown past wondering if they’ll ever cross paths again, given up hoping because that way lies just going through the motions instead of living.
So he’s completely blindsided when, months later, he answers the phone without bothering to check caller ID and hears a voice he hasn’t heard in over five years.
“Did you do that interview to get my attention?”
Not just blindsided, but speechless. Him. Eddie Munson. Completely struck dumb. He opens his mouth and all that falls out is a strangled, “Steve?”
There’s a scoff down the line. “No, it’s Entertainment Tonight.”
It brings a faint smile to Eddie’s face despite the shock; he’d always loved Steve’s bitchy side. “Uh, hey. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting—No, absolutely no, to that question. How did you…?”
“Dustin taped it and mailed it to Robin, who showed it to me after being really, really weird for a couple of weeks,” Steve admits, with what sounds like a grudging sigh. But then, it’s been so long, who’s to say that Eddie even knows how to read the man’s tone anymore. “Apparently they talk about me behind my back. I’m thinking of pressing charges.”
Eddie snorts. “That tracks. Sorry again, for… that. I would’ve gone out of my way to tell Dustin not to, but all that would’ve done was speed things up, probably. And I really… I mean, it wasn’t that I wasn’t thinking about you when I said it, but…”
“You didn’t expect me to see it.”
“Well,” he hedges—but yeah, he hadn’t. “It’s not like I expect you to keep tabs on me. I fucked that up a long time ago, I know you don’t owe me any of your time or anything. Just, they asked why I don’t drink and I figured I’d give the real answer for once, get it off my chest. For me, you know?”
There’s a pause, and then, “Yeah, I get that.”
The words are quiet. Eddie doesn’t know what to make of them, so he doesn’t particularly try. He leans his hip against his kitchen counter, picking up the mug he’d set down in his haste to catch the ringing phone. Takes a sip. Clears his throat.
“So,” he prompts finally into the awkward silence.
“So,” Steve agrees. “Um, is it stupid to admit that I called all indignant because I was sure—But, I get it. And I appreciate that you were… discrete, I guess is the word. You could’ve said a lot worse about how I handled things back then.”
“Gonna be honest, I have a lot clearer memories of how badly I handled it,” Eddie says, staring down into his mug. His face peers back up at him from the dark, steaming surface of the liquid, and man, the number of times he’s wanted to punch the guys he’s looking at for some of that shit. “At the risk of sounding dismissive, people in their early twenties are a lot stupider than they think.”
“That’s hindsight for you.” Another pause. “We don’t have to talk about it. I don’t think I want to open up that can of worms. But… I was surprised to hear that you’re a teetotaler now. Not even weed?”
Eddie laughs. “Hey man, I smoked enough of that while I was still dealing to last a lifetime.”
“You’re not wrong,” Steve shoots back, and maybe, just maybe, he’s smiling when he says it. “I don’t anymore either. Smoke, I mean. I could say I grew out of it, but the smell was…”
He trails off, and Eddie lets him, nodding to himself. Too many memories, the scent of reefer permeating his old jackets that Steve had liked to steal whenever they’d spent a night apart. It’s why he doesn’t wear those anymore either.
“Yeah,” Eddie says softly. “It got me through some shit. I’ve got different shit now, though. Better, uh…”
“Coping mechanisms?”
“Sure. And a busier schedule, too. Not a lot of time to sit around and just be stoned, which was half the fun of it anyway.” It had always made Eddie somewhere in the crux between annoyed and anxious if he had to get up and Do Something when he’d been smoking. Spoiled the ambiance, the boneless indulgence of a good high. That attitude had led to more than a few arguments when they’d been together, and with Uncle Wayne before that—but Eddie had always preferred to finish things up and then smoke up, as a reward.
Working on DnD campaigns hadn’t counted as doing something. Music either, back before he’d made a career of it.
“Same here. Did Dustin tell you I’m a middle school counselor now?”
Eddie sees the smile in his reflection before he realizes he’s doing it, and covers his completely unnecessary embarrassment by taking a sip, which Steve also can’t see. “He didn’t, but that’s great. Just like you wanted, huh?”
“Yeah. Keeps me pretty busy, the kids these days man, you wouldn’t fucking believe… I mean, nothing as off the wall as some of the shit the Party got up to, obviously, but these kids, jesus. But yeah, I love it.” Steve hesitates. “How about you? How’s the, uh, music industry treating you?”
Once upon a time, Steve had spat in his face that Eddie only wanted to be a rockstar for the sex, drugs, and groupies, and Eddie had snarled back that it’s supposed to be sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, asshole, I know you don’t take me seriously as a musician but come the fuck on.
“Can’t complain,” Eddie replies easily, because that was a long time ago, in the heat of an otherwise long forgotten moment. They were different people. “Our last album just went gold. The last tour was wild, but too long. Jeff’s got a baby on the way so we’re taking it easy for a while.”
“That’s great, man. Breaks are good. It sounds like you’ve really earned it.”
And the thing is, Eddie never fell out of love.
They keep talking, sometimes stalling out but always picking up the threads to keep going eventually, and it feels a little bit like coming home.
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FULLY agree with the daddy/clown thing. Every time I see an author put Anakin in the Top Only box because of "Vader energy" and BoTtoM aNaKIn is BoRInG I want to scream. The man is DESPERATE for a gentle Dom and yet people keep forcing him to fuck nasty when all he wants is a cuddle
(Fully on board with top anakin BTW but I believe in switch supremacy with a 60/40 in favor of bottom anakin)
i think my takeaway opinion of that post is really just what I put in the last tag I made aka something like “maybe neither of them is daddy dom maybe they’re just clowns helping put each other’s make up on”
i definitely go through phases of interest and preferences when it comes to this ship and I think if I didn’t I genuinely wouldn’t still be here after almost three years because of how my brain works with things I’m interested in and right now I’m just in a phase where I’m just. so tired. of the focus on d/s as a core and universal element of obikin. I think obi-wan in canon would be a shit gentle dom. dom in general. I think anakin would be too, and they’d both be shit subs. It’s gotten to the point where something with my brain right now is just going ❌❌ whenever I even see those words.
they can just fuck. they can fuck nasty and fuck up their relationship and even fuck up the galaxy and not have anyone be a gentle dom. or anyone be experiencing subdrop or be a needy sub or whatever. he can cuddle without it being a part of aftercare. people who are not in relationships that have a d/s dynamic cuddle too and i know that’s something we do understand but it’s not something I’ve seen a lot of lately and I genuinely miss it
#asks#but also I’m not trying to say I think you’re wrong for that or anything!!#and I know many many many people especially like the d/s with obikin dynamic because they got into the ship because of the master/padawan#which has that potential and carries a lot of those beats#I think just right now so many many many many people are into it that its over saturated for me#I see it everywhere and in everything rn on tumblr and I’m tired#genuinely at a point where I find it more ‘boring’ than bottom anakin or bottom obiwan#but it’s a phase of interest I’m sure and it’ll pass I’m also sure I’m just not the gal for d/s rn
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footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia
#this isn’t about anything in particular btw. I just have to add a lot of memos when I’m doing things because some things are done a certain#way and it isn’t explained well in the instructions. like my mom has instructions on her baking recipes right#but when it says stuff like add dry ingredients to wet ingredients it also means you don’t dump it in one go you add it slowly by portion#this is probably why I find videos and demonstrations the most helpful when I learn something. like I almost always ask someone to show me#how they do it because there could be something they do that’s already second nature and wouldn’t really be considered in an explanation yk#I don’t think I’m an exception either. when the rice is done cooking I divide it into 4 quarters to bless it#but there are a million ways to divide rice and it makes me think that one persons way of doing it or not doing it all is just as valid#theres also technically no wrong way to divide rice afaik. this means either all ways of dividing rice is safe or valid until we find some#universally terrible way of dividing rice. until that happens nobody really thinks about specifying HOW you divide the rice#source: I have anxiety starting and doing things for the first time because I got way too many people yell at me NONONO WHAT ARE YOU DOING#THATS WRONG while I’m in the middle of doing the thing. I would rather have people think I’m either very stupid or overly specific#than go thru the panic inducing fear of ‘YOURE DOING THIS WRONG OMG WHY DIDNT YOU ASK AHEAD OF TIME THIS WILL BE FUCKED UP FOREVER’ 🧍#nothing wrong if you don’t give something a second thought because you’re so used to it. but I can and will ask about it and I don’t think I#really should feel bad about it if I don’t know enough to dispute it. idk#the other way around I try to be as specific as possible and word things in a way that people who might not get where I’m coming from will#understand. but the problem with that is my explanations tend to be lengthy and I lose them either way 🗿#Im. trying to work on that using examples and stuff because they seem to work the best#but if I could write everything down on a word doc and beam it into your melon that would save both of us time and embarassment#im rambling the short version is I have adhd#yapping
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After seeing all these Orbo defense posts on tumblr circulating around, I’d thought maybe the clips I’d watched had been taken out of context.
And they were, but the context actually made him look worse.
Yes, Scarab should not be neglecting his other summons (or manhunting people, though I don’t think that’s what Orbo seems to take issue with) but…he is correct in that multidimensional fuckery is not. safe. Or at least, he’s had it drilled into his head that it’s not safe. Like being a god auditor is. His job.
When Scarab tells Orbo about Prismo’s unauthorized universe, Orbo’s response? “Prismo? Nah. That guy’s cool.” Immediately showing right off the bat that he will and does play favorites. If he’s able to pull Scarab from whatever universe he wants after being able to tell that he was neglecting his other calls, how is he NOT able to tell that Prismo created an entire unauthorized universe in the first place? And when he DOES find out, does he believe Scarab? No, because “Prismo’s cool and would never do that.”
And like. Scarab clearly knows he would react this way. Even if Scarab DOES have a vendetta against Prismo because he wanted to be wishmaster, he’s right (or has been taught by the same system that he is right) that an unauthorized universe without proper precautions IS DANGEROUS. But he knows Orbo wouldn’t believe him, so he wants to talk to the Upper boss. And Orbo physically prevents him from doing that. Which to me, reeks of a bad middle management who doesn’t want to get caught being bad at his job and playing favorites, so he keeps his employees from alerting someone in a higher position of power. He physically pulls Scarab into a different room and says “you can make your case to me.”
And when Scarab does “make his case” to Orbo, Orbo responds with. “Say goodbye to your legs.” Like. I do not fucking care actually if he was joking around or trying to be funny but I am of the opinion that it’s WILDLY inappropriate to threaten your employees in AMY situation, and scarab CLEARLY did not take it as a joke. And he really only stops when the upper boss DOES call, THEN he backs off.
And it doesn’t really matter whether Scarab “deserved” to be taken down a notch, because like. Orbo was STILL a bad boss and did it in ENTIRELY the wrong way and still chose to play favorites, AND it is, in fact, Scarab’s fucking job to deal with this kind of multiverse shit, which he points out, which Orbo has NO comeback to except to threaten his LEGS.
Also to me, Orbo reads like a boss who’s trying to be Cool and Relatable and is like “this isn’t just a workplace guys it’s a Family :)” which is the biggest red flag a boss could ever have.
#Fionna and cake#scarab the god auditor#scarab fionna and cake#orbo fionna and cake#anti orbo#???#In the ATLA fandom you have to tag your criticism of a character with “anti (character)’ or ‘(character) crit’#idk if that applies here it didn’t show up in the taglist#but just in case#orbo crit#like. I really think whatever the system is called is hurting both scarab and prismo quite a lot#and orbo and the way he handles things is. Really not helpful#maybe it’s the autism but nothing is more infuriating to me than to be told to ‘lighten up’ when someone is behaving DANGEROUSLY#and also. I’ve had countless countless admin respond that way when I went to school and was being bullied or sexually harassed#now I’m not saying that’s what prismo is doing at all. definitely a whole different thing#but orbo’s response reminds me of that#also to be clear I don’t think that prismo did anything really wrong?? and that he should be allowed to grant himself wishes#for the record#but.#imagine being scarab and you’ve had it drilled into your head that This Thing Is Dangerous and Will Fuck up the Multiverse#and you’re trying to do your job that they’ve TAUGHT YOU IS VERY IMPORTANT#and your boss is like ‘no actually I don’t believe you bc that guys cool’#THE STRESS???
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fuck, I hate telehealth, but ya know, I think I’d actually like it if it was in minecraft instead of a video call. Let’s do therapy in roblox or something.
#having a relationship with your therapist is unethical… but what about running a dungeon together in world of warcraft??#today we’re going to talk about my abandonment issues while we build a mountain base in minecraft together#shit… I was just joking but this is actually sounding kinda rad#but wowwee do I hate telehealth#I hate professional video calls#I always feel like I’m saying the wrong things or I’m not talking enough#my last psych appointment was telehealth and it suuuuuuucked#oh man I don’t even know if I ever posted about this#it just felt so awkward and I was always worried someone could hear me on the call through the apartment walls#and he was like basically ‘just try to think positive’#fuck you fuck you fuck you and also think about my butthole and fuck you#thanks for the meds but never say that shit to me again#like… my therapist is a cool guy. I ‘love him. or as much as you can love your doctor in a distant platonic way#he’s always so cool about ‘yeah your chemicals are all messed up’ and he’s doesn’t shut me down at least not without actually understanding#but my psych who works in the same office does telehealth and seems very distant and not great at talking about deeper issues#which is fine. really. I just needed a doc who’d give me a fair shake and help me with the medication side#but I have to do telehealth for him and it feels so awkward and shallow#can’t we just do a 5 minute phone call? ‘hello. can we up the dose of my meds? yes? okay thank you.’#I see you typing on your computer a lot. I’m not saying anything interesting. if you’re on neopets just say so#anyway I only thought about this bc I guess I COULD do telehealth therapy today or something#but like I said. telehealth feels awkward and I wouldn’t be able to open up over it#it’s cool tho for like… I dunno. people who can’t go in person or need quick visits or whatever#I’m not saying it’s not useful or a viable option. I personally just hate phone calls and video calls.#and I love video games bro 😎#and I love you#goodbye forever#text
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Singlets stop talking about systems as if you’re an expert because you follow some on tumblr challenge (also warning the tags here are a huge rant so feel free to ignore that)
#first off I think most syscourse is stupid#at the end of the day you’re just arguing with strangers on the internet who probably aren’t going to change their opinion on anything#you’re not going to do anything but make yourself upset and waste you’re time#if someone’s spreading misinfo and they refuse to listen when corrected (assuming you’re actually trying to be helpful instead of just#yelling at them for being wrong because if someone did that to me I wouldn’t listen either) just block and move on#anyway to get the point of this post#I’m in a discord server with this one person and I can’t even remember why or how the topic of syscourse came up (it’s a fandom server)#and this person (a singlet) starts going on a rant about how having x belief about systems is inherently ableist and you shouldn’t trust#anyone who believes that#and it’s like you don’t even have the disorder you don’t have the lives experience to be able to talk on these things#like I guess have an opinion sure but don’t go around telling people (mostly other singlets) what is and isn’t right about a disorder that#your only info on is from people on tumblr#and I didn’t say anything about it because this server is really good for finding places to watch/listen to hard to find or expensive media#and I just didn’t want to fucking deal with it but like if you’re a singlet don’t go around telling people what they should believe about#systems or how cdds work especially when you’re not an expert and you haven’t done actual research into the subject#(also I’m purposely not saying the specifics of what was being said because I don’t want to deal with anyone seeing this and wanting to#argue about those specifics because as I’ve said before arguing about system stuff on the internet is largely pointless)#system#syscourse
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UR GINGER???
im sorry ophelia, but idk if we can be friends anymore </3 im gingerphobic
/J /J
Oh boy /lh/nm
#I’m trying so hard not to sound mad I pinky pinky promise I’m not mad at you I’m just tired but I have made like 3 posts addressing this#kind of joke and the post I just made about expressing my feelings was me asking my friend not to say things like this about my hair or my#autism as much anymore#I get that you’re joking I really really do#but it’s just so fucking hard to hear after the millionth time bro#and I already hate myself and my appearance so much that hearing this every five seconds really doesn’t help#I’m sorry if I sound whiny or if I’m making a big deal out of nothing I’m trying not to be a baby about it or stress you out cuz I don’t#want you to think you did anything wrong cuz you didn’t and you couldn’t have known how much I’ve been struggling with this recently#but I really wish people would stop with the hatred of redheads even if it’s just joking because after a while of people just joking it#starts to feel like they’re just hiding behind the guise of a joke and trying to express how much they hate you#and when you already have an anxiety disorder that’s rlly easy to jump to#I’m sorry if this is annoying or dramatic and I’m also sorry if it makes you anxious at all I love you ghost I’m sorry I didn’t handle this#the way you probably expected I’ve just been really sensitive to stuff recently cuz I’m kind of at a low point but I’m getting off topic im#sorry#again I’m not mad I swear I promise#ghost 🖤#🪽#/gen all of it
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I’ve noticed that people are very bad at seeing gray. Very, very bad. They’ll see gray and they’ll call it something else, anything but what it is
#🔭.txt#milliliters of peaceful sleep#this is a post about my eye color. this is also a post about me. and about others. and about the world#black and white thinking runs deep and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t guilty of it too#but like. gray exists. grey exists. it’s a lovely color. it’s not dull or boring but also sometimes it is. nothing wrong with that#nothing is ever only good or only bad. if you’re not doing well that doesn’t necessarily mean you’re doing badly#i’ve been gray for a very long time and people don’t believe me when i say that’s what i am#people would rather i be something stark and high-contrast. something dramatic. something easily spotted and easily classified#if you’re not burning brightly they assume you’re slowly consumed by darkness#if you’re not at rock bottom they’ll either dismiss you entirely or confidently tell you why you are at the bottom#they might even force you to sink just so that they could have the honor of pulling you out#but it’s not so simple. actually it is so simple. but it’s the wrong kind of simple#i’ve been gray for a very long time. i can’t remember ever being anything else. i might lighten or darken but not by much#there’s not a roaring fire lighting me from within but that doesn’t mean i’m not burning at all#inside me is a small flame that will never go out#dim and obscured by smoke#if it starts to falter i put my hands around it and shield it from the wind#if it grows i step back to not be singed but the wind eventually restores balance#i don’t have episodes and the seasons never change. i’ve been gray for a very long time and i’ll be gray forever and that’s just how it is#i’ve accepted it. you should accept it too#also stop saying my eyes are green. they’re not#do people even know what green eyes are? do i? honestly no#but mine are clearly gray. i don’t know what else you could be seeing#you guys are really bad at colors. go back to elementary school#people on this website are also always like ‘omg i love complex morally gray characters’#and then as soon as they see a complex and/or morally gray character they freak out and try shoving them in a box#it’s ridiculous. stop that. the writer did not put all this effort into characterization for you to throw it away like that#and just in general people are bad at understanding that other people are people too despite their good/bad actions#dehumanization is yet another stepping stone for you to feel like the only person in the world. like the main character of your own life#also people don’t know what persistent depressive disorder is and it’s frustrating. no one gets it. i feel stupid for complaining
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ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️
𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship
“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.
sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.
“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”
you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.
before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.
of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.
if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.
“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.
“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.
you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.
“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.
you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.
denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.
“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.
there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.
“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.
sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.
sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.
“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.
you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.
will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?
you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.
you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.
“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.
“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.
however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.
you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“
sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.
“uraume!”
his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.
sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.
the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.
you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.
someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.
you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.
“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.
he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.
“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”
that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.
sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.
you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.
instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#sukuna x reader#jjk x you#sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#jjk fluff#sukuna fluff#sukuna x y/n#jjk x y/n
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My dad needed help about this recently so here’s a guide on what to do if you can’t tell what someone’s pronouns are. You can also use a version of this to educate people in your life who might be confused about the same thing.
1. Think to yourself, do you ask everyone’s pronouns? If you do then just ask them like you do with everyone else. If you don’t generally ask everyone their pronouns, continue to step 2.
2. If you ask when you don’t usually, especially in front of others, that person might feel singled out and embarrassed. Start by asking mutual friends, classmates, and coworkers if they know their pronouns. Usually somebody around knows what their pronouns are. If nobody in your circle knows, continue to step 3.
3. Make your best guess and start using he, she, or they for them. Going by the usual gender of their name is usually a safe bet. If they have a neutral name and you honestly can’t guess then try using they or take a stab in the dark. Let them correct you if you’re wrong. Then just apologize and move on. Now you know. However, if you believe the person is too shy to correct you or you’re not in an environment where it’s safe for them to correct you, continue to step 4.
4. If you believe they wouldn’t correct you for whatever reason, then ask them when it’s just the two of you alone and not in front of a group of other people. Say something like hey do you mind if I asked your pronouns or hi this is embarrassing/awkward but what are your pronouns or I didn’t wanna single you out in front of the others or anything but just so I’m clear what pronouns do I use for you
And now you know pronoun etiquette! Go forth and be normal about it.
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