#but the feelings are there and it doesn't matter if i ignore them or think i shouldn't be feeling them... they're not gonna go away

[superhoeva]

it’s after jack abbot greets to you in the kitchen with his usual kisses to you nose and lips, plus a long, squeezing hug that he pauses.

there’s something about your eyes… beautiful as always, but a familiar haze just behind their usual sparkle that has him pausing to stare. you watch, blinking and gulping as his eyes scan your face.

the seconds that pass stretch over a thick silence, jack only ending it with a squinting sigh. "gimme your hand for a sec, doll."

you abide, hiding the way you bit at the inside of your cheek as you hand places into his. he squeezes it, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles with a warming fondness. the fuzz that fills your stomach zaps away into something that forces you to gasp when abbot plunges two of his fingers into his mouth.

jack recognizes the taste in an instant–you. the tang is still lingering happily. eyes connect with yours, he swirls his tongue once before popping them out of his mouth.

when he tilts his head, you can feel the dissatisfaction rolling off jack in waves. you don't dare look away from his stare–his slightly-annoyed, feverish stare–and give him your best puppy eyes.

"thought i told you to wait," he ignore your pout and steps to you in a long stalk, arms wrapping around your waist to cage you in. pinching at the skin, he sniffs. "how many?"

"just one."

"panties on?" the question comes with a squeeze to your ass.

"mmhm," you hum, "it was quick, i swear. and not even that good since you weren't here..."

he blinks. "it wasn't, huh?"

you shake your head just as jack leans traps you between himself and the counter. a rush of cold douses over you when he backs away with a cocked hip.

"gimme 'em, please," he commands, voice low and edging. the eyebrows he elevates by half an inch stop you from trying to reason with him. with a heavy stare, jack watches as you rid yourself of your shorts before peeling down your still dam panties with a bit lip.

you pass the garment–simple, thin briefs with a lace trim–to him on a single finger, and he's balling it up before you can blink.

"...open."

standing there, you open because what the fuck else would you do, and jack stuffs the underwear against your tongue. planting a kiss on your nose, he spins you gently and leans you against the counter elbows-first.

when you fold at the waist, jack has to smirk to himself because your slit is glistening–still or already, he isn't sure of, yet it doesn't matter. you'll be leaking by the time he's done with you tonight.

"how many you think i'm thinkin', baby?" jack asks, smoothing a palm across the skin of your cheeks. clenching around nothing, you turn to peek at him over your shoulder, words muffled. the man grins at you, winking.

"you said twenty?" eyes widening, you shake your head. you certainly did not say that. "hm. that does does like too many, huh? i'll be nice and bump it down to nineteen."

you huff through your nose and hang your head.

fuck.

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[ashwhowrites]

Hi there!

Your angst is pretty great and I'm addicted to reading angsty stuff and I hardly request things so hopefully I do this right without taking your creative freedom away. I was thinking Eddie x Reader are friends, she likes him and he knows she does without telling her; he's unsure how he feels but he drunkenly makes out with her at a party or something, obviously leading her on. Once she confronts him about it, he's awkward and doesn't make a big deal about it though it meant a lot to her. You can decide their fate. If you do choose to write this, thank you. 😚

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting ❤️

Can a kiss change anything?

Y/N couldn't remember when she fell in love with Eddie. It felt as if she was always in love with him and didn't have a single day where she didn't. She wished more than anything to tell him but she was too scared. She was scared she'd make him run, drop her, ruin their friendship and never talk to her again.

She wasn't aware Eddie knew about her feelings. She thought she was good at keeping it a secret but Eddie wasn't as oblivious as people thought. He could see it in the way she looked at him, how her skin turned warm whenever he touched her, and the small changes from a friend to a crush.

He wasn't sure how he felt about it. He thought she was a beautiful girl but the idea of her being with someone else didn't twist his stomach. He enjoyed his time with her, but he didn't crave to be by her side all day. He never thought about his feelings for her until he realized hers. But even then, he didn't feel any different. He did like the attention he got from her, and how she hung on to every word he said. She made him feel confident. He liked that she had a crush but he didn't like her.

Y/N was in her own world where she pictured Eddie realizing his feelings one day and then they'll be together forever. It was fate that she believed in. He just hadn't realized it yet.

~~~

Y/N was giggling as she and Eddie took another shot. They were seated at the dead bar, spending all the cash Eddie made at the party before.

"Isn't this so much better than staying with all those losers?" Eddie said as he slammed down another shot and called for another.

"I only care about being with you anyway," she said as she gagged on the shot. "Fuck that's awful!"

Eddie ignored the first part of her sentence, laughing at her suffering from the shot. "Looks like you need another," he teased as he called for another.

"I'm so drunk!" She groaned as she placed her head on the sticky bar.

"That's gross!" Eddie laughed, "here pick up your head," he demanded. She listened, lifting her head. He placed his hand on the bar, his palm to the air as he told her to lay down on it.

She smiled against his hand as she rested. Her heart beamed at the small gesture.

"But your head comes up when the shot arrives!"

~

With the alcohol at the party plus the after-party at the bar, they were both stumbling on their way out.

"Let's take a second for air!" Y/N said as she inhaled the cold air. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. Eddie leaned against the wall as he looked at her. Even drunk he wasn't sure how he felt. Sober or not, he was stuck with the same thing.

The music from the bar vibrated to the outside, and Y/N was in a dancing mood as she sprung off the wall. She reached her hand out and grabbed Eddie's hand, yanking him into her. He stumbled into her.

"Let's dance!" She giggled, holding Eddie's hand above them as she tried to make him spin. He laughed and obeyed, letting her spin him. He tried to ignore how everything continued to spin when he came to a halt. He returned the favor, spinning her around and around. She smiled as she danced with him in the alley of the bar, no matter where she was he made everything better.

She was far too gone to balance herself, tripping over her own foot as she headed for the ground. He was quick to yank her back up, right against his chest. She breathed heavily from the fear of falling, but also from being inches away from his face. Her smile dropped as she looked at his serious face.

She gulped as she felt the tension between them. His large hands on her back made her shiver, and the warmth of his body against her was heaven. He moved one hand to cup her cheek, his mind racing with the thought that if he kissed her, it would all make sense. Her heart raced as he closed his eyes and began leaning in.

She didn't want to wait, holding his face as she brought his face down to hers and crashed her lips against his. He was caught off guard by her impatience but went with it. He moved to wrap both his arms around her as he pressed her against his chest, deepening the kiss.

She felt like she was floating as the kiss turned into a make-out. Both were seemingly heavenly, gripping each other for more as their lips worked together. She shivered as she felt his tongue slowly push into her mouth. She held back a moan as her body was pressed against the building.

Eddie could feel her eagerness as he played with her tongue. He felt a growl in the back of his throat when her hands moved to his hair and pulled. The alcohol made all his decisions. Telling him to rock his hips against hers as they panted against each other. She wanted to go further as his hands moved around her body but she didn't want it to happen while they were drunk out of their minds. But she wasn't going to stop the kiss.

Eddie pulled away, feeling no air left in his lungs. He had to admit that the kiss was amazing. But was it because they were drunk? He tried to find the answers he wanted in her eyes as she fluttered them open. But all her eyes said was to kiss her again.

So he did.

~~~

Eddie didn't remember the rest of the night, but he woke up safely in his bed. His head hurt and his stomach needed to release all the alcohol he consumed.

"I hate being hungover," he groaned as he slowly crawled out of bed. He noticed water, pills and a note on his nightstand. He threw back the pills and grabbed the note.

"Call me when you wake up"

He knew the handwriting and well he spent the whole night with her so who else would have written him a note. He waited until his head and stomach settled before he gave her a call.

~

Y/N felt sick but she wasn't sure it was because she was hungover. After their kiss, she needed to talk about it. She needed to know where they stood and if they were ready to cross over the line.

A part of her was excited. He kissed her and didn't stop it, she figured that meant he realized he liked her. She welcomed herself in the trailer, not surprised to see Eddie wearing sunglasses as he lay on the couch.

He hissed as the sun cracked through the door. She quickly closed it and walked over to the couch. She smacked his legs and he moved them off the cushion, letting her sit.

"How are you feeling?" She asked

"Fucking dead," he groaned as he clenched his eyes underneath his sunglasses. She reached over and removed the glasses, ignoring his dramatic reaction.

"I need you to be serious for a second," she sighed. It wasn't often Eddie was in serious conversations and he never handled them well. "I want to talk about that make-out session we had at the bar."

Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortable by the topic. He had some time to think about it, even though his head felt like it was being pounded by a hammer. He felt guilty for how he felt because he didn't feel the way she wanted him to.

"Do we really need to talk about it? We got drunk and kissed. Do you know how many people get drunk and do shit they wouldn't have done sober?" He asked, he made the mistake of looking over at her. His stomach turned as a small pout formed on her face.

"So that's all it was. Just a drunken kiss?" She hated saying it out loud. She truly thought the kids would flick the switch and he'd like her back. She spent so much time hoping and wishing she hadn't prepared herself for him not liking her back.

"I'm sorry, I truly am so fucking sorry," he said as he reached over to hold her hand. "I shouldn't have done that when we were both drunk. I hate that I hurt you."

She tried to play it off, chuckling to herself. "Hurt me? Why would a little kiss hurt me? It's fine. We were drunk and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page about it!"

"But we're not. I know that kiss meant something to you, I know you like me."

Y/N stopped breathing as she looked at him with wide eyes. Her stomach fell and his hand in hers no longer brought comfort. She wanted to deny it but it was no use. She slipped her hand out of his.

"When did you find out?" She asked

"I don't exactly remember. One day I just noticed you were different." He answered honestly.

"So you knew when you kissed me last night? Why would you give me that hope?" Her voice cracked and it made Eddie gulp.

"That's why I feel horrible! I was drunk and stupid. I've been trying to figure out if I could feel something for you and I thought If I kissed you I'd know."

She sadly nodded to herself. The truth was he didn't like her and she didn't know how to handle that.

"And you felt nothing at all?" The small bit of hope in her voice made his heart crack.

"I'm sorry," he said as gently as he could. "I wish I did to make this easier for you."

"You know, I could get over you not liking me. And I would have believed that you didn't want to hurt me. But you knew I liked you and kissed me. You knew it meant something to me and told me you'd never do it sober. You hurt my feelings."

Eddie panicked as she stood up, quickly reaching out for her.

"What can I do?" He begged

"I need space to figure it out," she sighed. "I'll call you," she gave a small goodbye and walked out.

Eddie nervously bit away at his fingernails as his stomach tightened with anxiety listening to the sound of her car peeling off.

Y/N tried to hold back tears as she drove away. She was embarrassed that all this time he knew how she felt and it crushed her to know there wasn't a single part of him that liked her and he wasn't ever going to.

She had to figure out how to move on from Eddie Munson.

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[hdyram]

Maybe it doesn't matter because I'm definitely at the bottom of the hierarchy of everything compared to a lot of women but ime they do tend to like it even more when you get angry with them, I think because it's entertaining to them because no matter what they'll always have power you'll never have. I feel best when I completely ignore men... I think that's been hard for me for a long time because when I realized how bad they were during the first wave of Trumpism/gamergate their whole r/redpill strategy of "neg the shit out of her and watch her lose all her self esteem and crumble" really did work on me and I had to change my life in a lot of ways to protect myself, but I think I've built enough of a safety net for myself to be able to go back to ignoring them without having to worry about their surprise attacks getting me

Anyway that was long but I've just been thinking about it a lot... like I'm not what they want, very few women are soft and submissive enough to ever be, they only enjoy me vocally emotionally fighting their standards... so figuring out how to care for myself while acknowledging I am straight but also knowing who they are and walling them off completely makes me feel objectively best in life

i’m begging for woman to start being more blunt and angry when talking to obnoxious misogynistic men. stop trying to give them the benefit of the doubt when they say or do something that harms woman (watching porn, saying misogynistic slurs, etc). enough with ten page essays that basically say “hey king what you said is kind of offensive so i’m here to educate you” and start going “can you shut the fuck up actually? what the hell is wrong with you?” babying them does nothing for us

[essycogany]

Sonic HATES Being Wrong

Like…to an extreme degree. Let me elaborate.

This is a very interesting detail I’ve noticed ever since I made my Sonic’s Flaws post. Here, I’d like to talk about Sonic’s most fatal flaw because this conversation gets interesting. The flaw is one every variation of Sonic can be guilty of and one that causes the most damage to his world and even the people he cares about. If you disagree, I understand. Just hear me out and even if I don’t convince you, I hope this turns out to be a fun read regardless. Feel free to give me some context, correct me, or add information if you‘d like.

The Flaw

Sonic is terribly pertinacious and stubborn. Most people would think of Sonic Prime where he doesn’t listen to his friends warning him to not destroy the paradox prism, but when I think of Prime!Sonic I don't think of that. Especially since this version comes off more as an inexperienced teenager trying to figure things out. While in the games, he’s portrayed as rarely being wrong. Not because he’s perfect, but because Sonic never feels the need to change because of past victories. After all, if everything is going his way, why should he change, right? Well, this can be a problem. The scene in S3 ep3 where a few of the pirates were lost at sea, shows how truly stubborn Prime!Sonic (and Sonic in general), can be. He verbally refuses to take accountability for lost resources and unknowingly helps Nine have better predominance over them.

In this scene, No Place was decaying and Sonic finds out that the other pirate crew was stuck there. Everyone else, even the villains, reasonably says it’s too risky and he ignores them. Of course, he is within reason but if things went sour, it would’ve been his fault. Especially since that almost became a reality before the Chaos Council swooped in to help.

Near the end of the episode, Sonic says it’s a win for everyone, but Mr. Doc says, “Was it? Your little friends are safe, but at what cost? The fox can conjure up more minions with the snap of his fingers. Whereas our fleet is damaged, our troops are spent, and we’re almost out of time.” Surprisingly reasonable call out of the consequences of saving the pirates, if they don’t have enough resources, they were even more screwed than before. Then Sonic says, “I’m sorry but losing anyone is not an option.” While it’s warranted and makes sense for his character, it almost comes across as “We had to save them because I said so.” This is an example of Sonic not having a good argument by addressing the results of their battle. He does it a lot more than you’d think. Despite Sonic not listening to people being a bigger staple of Prime, I personally think it’s never expanded upon or executed well. Not to me anyway, but I don’t mind anyone disagreeing.

In any case, Sonic, as a character in every continuity, tends to “follow by his own rules” but this can be perceived negatively as “doing whatever he wants no matter who argues with him.”

Examples

Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric tackles this too. This is probably the least serious example but still can be a problem sometimes. This is S2 Ep 19 when an Eggman robot Clone tries to break Team Sonic apart and almost succeeds too. It doesn’t have much to do with this topic but I do like how in this episode when the drama started happening, Sonic for once in his life tries to talk abohut his feelings with Tails who turned out to be Steve. I know this has nothing to do with this discussion, but I just thought it was a funny thing to point out. The one time Sonic tries to talk about his feelings, he gets the door slammed in his face. It’s so mean-spirited and stupid. I love Sonic Boom!

But yeah, Rise Of Lyric also shows how his stubbornness can end up with the world being at stake. Or in the case of this episode have your friends grow apart.

The Sonic Movies tackles his shortcomings perfectly. I think he's pretty impulsive in all 3 movies. Mixing his perniciousness doesn't create the greatest meal. He's younger, so that would be expected. This scene is the most recent example. Sonic as a character tends to live in the moment and here, Movie!Sonic is playing a huge role in this category. He’s not even trying to hear anyone out. He’s in a constant rage at this point and can’t think clearly. He wants revenge on Shadow so much he loses himself. His friends. His brothers are so loyal to still allow him to get the Master Emerald despite knowing he wants it for revenge. Sonic's so hurt, he loses himself and forgets what they originally were there for.

I'm sure if Sonic choose to let his feelings consume him, he probably wouldn’t have saved the world. Why? Let’s just say things would’ve went out of control without Shadow. Sonic dogged a big tangent bullet for having mercy on Shadow.

Yeah, Archie/Reboot Archie didn’t mess around either. I'd say it’s sometimes as tense and bit worse due to him having the biggest ego and ongoing trauma. I'm surprised he didn't go insane. Notice how harsh he is in these instances. He’s overly angry here. Luckily, he has a large group of friends to help him take things down a peg and reminds him how they have his back. Even when worst comes to worst (which is an understatement), his friends are able to get him out of that mindset and put him back in reality. Hunbel him to put it bluntly.

In a way, Sonic's flaws in the Archie comics make me think he feels so guilty that he pushes himself beyond his limits as a way to make up for his loudmouth. Like in other versions, he feels the need to take on more than he can physically handle. He strains his body, mind, and entire being to accomplish tasks on his own because he believes he deserves the punishment. Alternatively, he might just be exhausting himself and attempting to take on more than he can manage. It’s not surprising, really.

This panel is insane for letting Eggy make a valid point. You can tell by his ears how Sonic’s getting visibly irritated. By the end of the argument, he gets super mad and can’t even find a good quip to back himself up. Because in a way, he knows Eggman has a point. That’s how I interpret it anyway.

Game or IDW Sonic is usually in denial when it comes to being wrong. He doesn’t address the issues directly but the person who calls him out for it instead. He’s the most experienced Sonic. I know some people use “mature” but I think experience is a better term due to how he doesn’t have arcs or character growth like other characters. More so he’s used to this song and dance, so his hatred towards being wrong comes from a place of thinking he’s got everything under control. Until it bites him in the butt.

You notice in most of these Sonic’s pretty angry and isn’t the biggest fan of being told off. Even in different continuities, the guy cannot argue without not being self-aware most of the time. The funny thing is he isn’t doing it selfishly. At least not in a typical way. To me, Sonic is the least selfish character in the franchise for a good chunk of the series. He sacrifices himself, gives people more chances than they deserve, and even takes the time to stop his main goals if it means helping someone else. But the guy cannot take the time to admit he’s wrong or his morals have consequences. Not because Sonic thinks he’s better than everyone. I don’t think Sonic sees himself in that way, but I do think he’s always in “I’ve done this thing plenty of times. As long as this thing works, I’ll keep doing it,” mode. Or in the case of Movie!Sonic, goes on instinct which is also a common part of his characterization.

Why Sonic Has This Flaw

Sonic never stops running; he charges head-first into any situation, always striving to do what's right. After all, he's the fastest thing alive. Sonic doesn't have the luxury of questioning himself or dwelling on doubts. While it's true that he has caused some issues, including in the games, he doesn't waste time feeling sorry for himself. The only times he's shown insecurity were during the Metal Virus arc, so interpret that as you wish.

This brings up another point. Crazy how much I didn’t notice, but most of the time, Sonic doesn’t like it when people disagree with him. Understandable, everyone doesn’t want to be wrong. But he takes it to the extreme at times. Like sometimes he's baffled when anyone challenges him. Sonic’s also never truly called out by the right people. I don’t mean Shadow, Espio, Knuckles, or the villains. I mean, Amy, Tails, Tangled, or other characters he’s inspired. People who look up to him. Sure, they try, but I can count on one hand how many times he actually listens. Sonic’s always so caught up in doing things his way that he disregards people who mean the most to him.

I mentioned this in my other post but he doesn't listen to Tails in Sonic 06 or Lost World, so the games count.

While Sonic often has valid points in his arguments with others, he frequently comes across as someone who needs to be right. He rarely allows others the opportunity to express their views or admits when he is wrong. This issue is often overlooked in stories where these conflicts arise, either because there isn't enough time to address them or they remain unanswered altogether. This makes sense, considering that Sonic typically doesn’t undergo character arcs canonically. However, I appreciate the presence of characters like Shadow, Knuckles, Surge, Kit, and certain Archie characters like Scurge. They serve to challenge Sonic’s morals and illustrate that he isn’t always correct. If Sonic isn’t going to evolve as a character, at least these figures can show that his sense of freedom and living by his own rules doesn’t work for everyone. They can be portrayed negatively and can challenge his viewpoints. They can be questioned. They can be challenged. Sonic isn’t always right.

His passion shows that he truly wants things to work for everyone. His stubbornness drives him to the point of frustration as he strives to help others to live according to his ideals. However, at times his approach isn’t the most effective. You can see that Sonic genuinely hates this, yet he continues to push forward to help those in need. There’s something both beautiful and heartbreaking about that.

Conclusion

What’s funny is that Sonic rarely gets angry, so you could say this could be one of his few triggers. Along with people being unjust and other such.

Overall, Sonic has good intentions but the results of those intentions are severe. None of this is to imply Sonic’s a terribly written character. It’s just a serious flaw he has. Though listening to his friends more would help.

I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like a moment of his friends noticing a constant pattern of him being pertinacious and not paying attention to anyone’s protest. I wouldn’t want it to come out of nowhere, but it’d be an issue that’d progress over a large amount of time and add up. It could be dramatic or constructive depending on the situation and execution. Whatever character does it, they’d either talk to him about it or physically show the outcomes of his actions. They do it all the time in other media but not canonically. This is just random speculation though. I don’t know if I’m in over my head but I hope someone got something out of this.

All of this is not to say Sonic never takes accountability or listens to his friends. SA1 scene with Amy, when he apologizes to Bell in IDW for being too standoffish, and plenty of other examples. Like the end of Sonic movie 3. That Sonic Boom episode where he apologized for not working with his team. And endless moments in Archie and Reboot Archie. Sonic isn’t unreasonable. Just 9 times out of 10 he can get a big head. That’s all.

Stay Creative! 💜

[rexhya]

any of your chosen oc’s who fancy reader, on valentine’s day, receive a typed love letter and their favourite chocolate —- of course they’re quick to assume that it’s reader right ? same initials marking the end lines ?! the same quiet, unassuming reader who barely holds eye contact with them telling them yes ! i love you too !!! but oh actually it’s NOT them, just someone with the same initials.. watch chosen oc go crazy over thatLMAOO

(tldr - [character] crushes on y/n, thinks they like them back but it’s a misunderstanding]

yandere!loser who is exceedingly when he receives a letter on valentine's day, it read the sweetest words he could practically imagine your voice he read it

Dear Claude,

I like you a lot! I write this letter to you in hopes you receive it and can return my feelings as well.

— Love, [XX]

Claude is in pure disbelief, he immediately writes back and says yes, slipping the note straight into your locker with his number on it, desperately waiting for a text, he never gets ones. (Aww, your problably just shy...right?)

The next day he's even more confused when you walk right past in in the hallways, did you not see him when he waved?

He trys again to catch you attention in the lunch room, you're sitting with your friends on the complete opposite side of the room when he walks the shameful distance to your table to ask you why you've been ignoring him.

Your friends get quiet not so subtly laughing at the image of Claude and his baggy clothes, but he's used to others and there comments, it was only you he cared about.

"That's not my handwriting, I didn't write that." you deadpanned, slapping the arm of your friend who began a trail of laughing voices that rung in Claudes ear. Tears pricked at his eyes as he exited the lunchroom.

"Oh, yeah, right, that totally makes sense. This doesn't even look like your handwriting." you save Claude the embarrassment and direct his attention to a girl who Claude now noticed was looking at him, "I think this came from her, Claude, sorry about that."

Claude jumped as you placed an hand on his forearm. You knew his name? He didn't have it in him to ask as he walked towards the tabled where the girl was sitting, her eyes visible lit up as he walked over, but he wasnt here to accept a confession.

"You, what's your name?"

"My name? It's-"

"Actually I don't care, because it doesn't matter. Don't ever consider contacting me again you hear me? Do you know how embarrassing it was to see her look at me so pitifully? Like I was a lost kid without his mommy?"

"I–"

"Fuck off, [Name] is the only person i'll ever want."

✦ ✦

Later that evening Claude stalked your social media pages as comfort, you looked so beautiful it made him more angry when he thought of that girl and how she tries to come between you two.

The only goid thing that had come of today was the fact you knew him, i mean you did have 3 classes together but you'd never looked his way, he had no idea. Oh god the way you'd said his name made him feel so hot inside.

Claude, Claude, Claude he was very aware of the rising boner he had from replaying the sound in his mind.

To his surprise he receives a message and lo' and behold its from you. He practically screams at the sight, and with shaky hands clicks to respond.

hey, how did it go?

He's confused, if you were asking how he was feeling he felt great, was the message meant for someone else? He clenched his hands at the thought, of course it wasn't. You had texted, him. He wouldn't miss the chance.

did what go?

Much to his delight you reply immediately.

you and XXXXX duhhh, are u guys dating now or what?

He scowls at the thought of the girl.

No, it was playing a prank lol

awwe, that's too bad, anyone would beclycky enough to date you 😕

Claudes eyes bulged from their sockets, his nails clicking away at a response. What were you implying, maybe you were in love with him after all?

fghdsasf, lol uhm yeah. i could say the same for u xx

Xx, God he has to marry you.

awe thx!! anyways i'm gonna be honest tge reason why i was asking is bc my friend thinks ur cute..i was wondering if she could have ur number?

He's accidentally smashed the computer before he gets a chance to respond.

[chireikiden]

Do you think ZUN has any special feelings for Sakuya, Youmu, and Sanae? At least enough to view them as notable compared to the rest of the cast that's not Reimu/Marisa.

Fascinating question I didn't think I had any thoughts on.

I don't especially think he views anyone other than Reimu and Marisa as "his daughters", as he has joked about, except maybe to the extent that applies to the whole cast. Beyond that, I don't feel like going into the nitty-gritty speculation of whether he's simply "aware" that Sakuya, Youmu and Sanae are objectively notable and thus he should treat them as such, or if he has personal feelings on the matter.

I think he finds Sanae both easy to insert into plots and easy to write as a character, which basically leads to him liking her in a sense. By comparison, I'd speculate he feels Youmu is good for certain gags, and Sakuya is convenient when he can use her maid persona for something or other, but probably doesn't feel as driven to include them in things. As a committed Sakuya Characterization Apologist, I think he drops some really good Sakuya bits every now and then but doesn't necessarily measure up the rest of the time, such as her kinda nondescript characterization in CDS.

However, while their presence is partly because they're just established at this point, I don't think he feels "obligated" to keep using them against his wishes or anything like that. He's more than capable of ignoring a seemingly major character for a decade or two when it comes to that.

[universalzones]

"Yeah, as long as you think with your head for once. From the data I have you've been known to let important shit slip without meaning to. I don't assume the worse, not anymore at least, though just keep your emotions in check please, even if that's hard as shit for you." Surge could say Sonic letting something slip is uncommon, though she can at least name a few instance's where he stupidly said something important when he wasn't supposed to.

"Don't let guys like that get to you. They say they're all about honor and protecting the peace, though it's a load of shit. People like them just want to be in control, even if they have 'noble' intentions. Doesn't matter how they do it, just as long as they get what they want." Surge's words sounded like she spoke from personal experience. "When push comes to shove they'll crumble or actually change. My vote is crumble, at least one of them anyway."

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"There is one thing I can assure you of general, you have indeed left a poor impression on me with you lack of emotion for those you claim to protect. Even if The Restoration is independent from G.U.N I feel as if you see them as more of a threat than and ally. Truly disappointing if you ask me, but I won't be foolish enough to cut ties. Alliance's are important, so we shall speak again. Good day general." Blaze took the action of ending the transmission and not give him a chance to speak his mind. If only because she felt hearing him speak anymore may cause her to lose her temper.

Blaze then lets out a heavy sigh as she face's Jewel. "Please forgive me for rather rudely hanging up on the general like that. He strikes me as a man who isn't worth trusting, at least at this time. The way he spoke, his lack of emotion, and to me it seemed he had a refusal to be flexible given the situation." The princess hadn't been this irked in awhile. That said she turned her attention to Odessa. "And you, threatening him in such a way. I had done so as well, though only when I didn't know his intentions or if he was a threat."

"I can assure you a man like that is a threat, one I would suggest you refuse to speak to, though you seem to have made up you mind on the matter. Though I will apologize for speaking out of turn." Odessa would bow then put her helmet back on. "I shall see to it that things go smoothly with getting everyone out." The lemur then left without another word.

"Please forgive Odessa as well Jewel. She is rather stubborn, though I suppose I should trust in her judgement given her long service so far." Blaze knew Odessa was most likely speaking from her years of experience on the battlefield. If she truly distrust's someone based off one interaction then she most likely has her reasons. "Still, I won't be foolish enough to completely ignore them. What is the expression? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? A harsh statement, though they are certainly far from trust worthy at this time."

The blue hedgehog gave Surge a sideways glance as he didn't forget about that. It was just that--- so much had happened to him that not even Eggman knew it all. Starline just pumped her full of common info, and assumptions. He didn't know about his adventures in the story books, or about his godling father. He certainly didn't know what happened when he, shadow and silver defeated Solarius. His life might be known, but he was more then a bunch of text in a book.

" ... Then you know i'm good for my word... that's enough right? Heck i'm not even askin' for you to like me. I was happy enough that you and the kiddo were getting a chance to do your own thing... "

he sighed and placed his hands on his hips looking up at the GUN Ship.

" This whole thing sucks... I really wish you two had more time--- And i think we both would like a long talk with that general guy. But i've faced my share of tyrants, hacks, and evil overlords. That guy gives me the willies... both of them do... and that's not easy to do "

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The General remained Stoic as the princess simply iterated what they both already knew. Jewel's tactic was sound, but it was predictable and that alone spoke to Jewels lack of experience. She may have been a keen eyed business woman. But she wasn't a soldier, or a warrior and that was something Blaze and himself shared in common.

" I could have, but i'd honestly I'd like to resolve this in a timely manner. It does none of us any good to remain in this stalemate any longer then we must. Despite what you may think i want what is best for my World... "

He simply motioned with his hand in a dismissive manner

" Which is exactly the problem isn't it? How can we put our fate in the hands of someone so chaotic and undisciplined. I'm sure we'd agree on much more then we disagree on if things were different... as for The President... I hope he can do the things he claims but, he's as of yet untested... "

His one good eye turned to Odessa and acknowledged her without directly speaking to her. He seemed to assess her but his face was like stone and impossible to tell if he was concerned or if he found her threat to be just another annoyance.

" My men are all disciplined... they won't act unless ordered to. you can relax, if i wanted to cause you harm... we wouldn't be having this conversation and you must know that. As for your princess getting hurt--- If a foreign dignitary enters foreign lands uninvited ... i can't be held responsible for any ill that befalls them. In truth your presence could be seen as an act of War... be glad we make an exception for the aid you provided the resistance during the Phantom War "

He sighed to the Princesses desire and his eye shifted away as if he found this argument rather tedious. He understood what she wanted but until Thawn, gave him the go ahead his hands were actually tied. He wanted to explain that but he had a feeling she'd fight him every step of the way. So it was a good thing, that jewel came in almost as if on que. Her wings buzzing as she came into the room and interrupted the conversation.

" President Thawn and i came to an agreement... The blackade is to be opened to essential personnel and, we can begin moving the injured and, get our medical staff back on base! i'm sure the general will get these orders momentarily! "

" Indeed, i was just given a folder with new orders... congradulations Miss Jewel... I look forward to working with you in the future---in less stressful circumstances... Princess it was ... interesting, i hope this doesn't jade you to future talks "

[utilitycaster]

In a recent post you mentioned that safety tools are a means and not an end, and "that misconception is already a massive problem". Could you expand on that?

I have my own feelings about the use of a lot of Safety Tools; primarly, that a lot of groups are focused on *just* implementing them but not do an effort into reducing triggering topics, putting all the weight on a singular person speaking out (Such as with X's and O's), but I'd love to hear your feelings on that matter.

So I may be misunderstanding you, and I also am not sure if you mean X and O cards by X's and O's, but if you are saying the issue is that safety tools require people to speak out...that is actually the thing I think they are good at doing, and I think any tool that doesn't place the weight on individuals speaking out will actually cultivate at best a generic one-size fits all dull table and at worse will be actively less safe.

My issue is a lot of people are more interested in the aesthetic signaling of safety tools - in "being a person who uses safety tools" rather than being a person who actually facilitates a process at their table that creates a safer space. You do not actually have to do a formalized X card or Lines and Veils process; you could just have a session zero conversation that says "hey, if you ever need to step away, or stop the game because you are really uncomfortable with something, that's cool and you should feel as though you are allowed to do this, and if there's anything right now that you know you are uncomfortable experiencing please let me know now so I can proactively avoid having it in the game and other players know not to pursue it; if you'd prefer you can send this all to the DM who will put out an anonymized list." I've had people attack me online for saying that I don't use X cards in virtual games because I straight up won't see them in time, but I tell players they can drop off or ask me to pause or stop; I am actively trying to protect my players by telling them how to signal me, but because it's not The Tool Some Stranger Not At My Table Prefers, said strangers have decided this is a bad thing.

Ulltimately though, and this is crucial enough for me to bold it: it is literally impossible to have a safety tool process for TTRPGs that avoids players having to speak up. Your table cannot read your mind. A card that encourages positive things does not actually help, in my opinion, because the DM still has a story to tell and part of stories is conflict and they can't just keep doing the one thing you like - not to mention that one person's O card might be an X card to someone else. This also assumes a set of for lack of a better term "standard" triggers (ie, many people don't want to have themes of sexual assault in their games; many people have arachnaophobia) and places an even higher burden on people who might have very specific triggers that are often not given the same weight or seen as a problem by most people. Some tables might explicitly want to explore difficult topics. (Related to this, but, I side-eye a lot of highly specific content warnings on shows or books because many of them also assume a very specific and standard slate, and I know people who have triggers that are consistently ignored and not warned for because they don't fit into the Normal Slate Of Things A Nebulous Group Has Decided Are Triggering.)

Safety tools should place the burden on the people at the table to speak up; but they should also serve as a signal that this is a place where you will be respected and listened to when you do. However, even among loving friends, there is no way to make a safe place for yourself without advocating for it. Any safety tool that claims to avoid individuals speaking up is a scam and a lie. But that is not what I'm talking about, I'm talking about people who get mad if you say "I don't use a card system, but I let people walk away without question and I listen to my players' feedback."

[angeldeviloshi]

Ok I have to talk about the translation here.

In JP, Yoru says 私とやりたいのか？(watashi to yaritai no ka?) "You wanna do it with me?" which ofc, has common usage in referring to participation in sex with someone.

The availability of that implication is interesting here following my recent thread about Yoru and Denji's relationship.

In that it sounds like Yoru's reminder to Denji about what their relationship is based around and who holds the leash because of it. An owner reminding her growling dog of the promised treat if he behaves.

It's a romance that operates on a level of superficiality that's thinner than every woman Denji has had that run in with so far at least with its current presentation, that it feels like Denji being thrown a bone that's well bare-bones. Esp with the appearance of Chimerasaw Man here. Like ok the hero kinda gets what he's always wanted but is this realllyy what he wants? If he just wants to get it on with Yoru why get mad that she's devilishly cruel? She's after all, his "only woman". Yoru nipping his alternative convictions to keep him obedient.

But the double entendre of the phrasing works for misdirection too!

Especially so when it's the virtuous, just replica of Chainsaw Man that Yoru takes aim at!! That it's this voice of justice that inquires Denji if his conflict with Yoru is a falsehood and Denji's like NOPE she's just that bad!!

And Yoru responds by saying it's cold, that she's going home! The coldness befalling them in Denji's awareness, his distancing from apathy, ignorance because of Yoru's actions.

The heat Yoru represents for Denji thus far in the place of his family, so he doesn't have to face the cold.

But knowing now that Famine was in fact Death kinda further solidifies my thoughts on Denji's continued distancing of what death carries for him. Death as the bogeyman essentially. Denji inching closer towards fire/sex for warmth so he's further from the cold (the snow). The poignancy of his house w Nayuta and the pets going up in flames as he leans into being the CSM bc the heat from the fire that destroyed his normal beckons to him in the wake of his loss, him telling Pochita his next dream is "I want to be Chainsaw Man". Denji reminiscing Power and Control in what is already lost as Yoru makes him hers. His family the frozen potstickers that Yoru cooks with the heat she provides through sex and romance in making him her family as the potstickers take a messy form through her cooking and love. But then Denji cooks the potstickers himself to revive that normal in some fashion against the backdrop of death with him and AsaYoru at the center strung by their family.

Just as the heat of Makima's tea warmed up his cold hands at her house in his grief over Aki as her dog, the comfort of not having to think.

AND THEN THIS????

The heroic Chainsaw Man defended, saved by the cluster of his fandom just as much as they've become his collateral.

That these civillians are made inextricable from this embodiment of Chainsaw Man as justice as what should be Denji's justice as a hero. The heart that made him a saviour to the people in the first place.

I see what is represented here to be a case of Denji's heroism being presented to us via Chimerasaw Man in Denji's actions and his heart vs Yoru in Denji's desire and material goal. The way Denji's hero's journey is officiated through Makima's promise, teaching of sex by defeating Gun.

And we see it again in Yoru's promise of sex, love by defeating Death. The notion that Denji's heroism is marked by achievement reached by being unthinking, unfeeling. Motivation pushed by plot over character nuance.

If Denji has Yoru, he doesn't have to worry about saving lives, only killing Death matters, only having sex matters.

But there's more than what meets the eye, just as fondling Power's boobs wasn't the only reason Denji cared enough to save Power, but because he empathised with her feelings for Meowy.

Chimerasaw Man using the coldness of the snow in Denji's hands and the height which his heart and body falls in his remembrance of it against him as a mirror of justice.

Him saving Asa from falling in this shared cycle of pain and grief in his inheritance of Aki's that led Aki to saving Angel.

The way we're presented w this just 2 chapters after ch.200 as its counterpoint.

What does being Chainsaw Man mean for Denji? Is Chainsaw Man all sex and violence or is there still heart behind his story despite it all, with a life like his in a world like csm.

What makes The Chainsaw Man Denji and vice versa.

[cherie-doll]

Can you write a scenario where the reader (non binary) is extremely possessive and touch-starved, always needing physical affection/reassurance from their partner? They get clingy when the partner is busy or distracted, insisting on cuddles, kisses, or just being held.

Your writing is amazing. It would be so cool to see more characters from COD: Ghosts—just a thought, no pressure.

Aw, this is a really heartwarming request! You guys have got some great ideas <3 And tysm! I added a few more characters from cod:ghosts in hopes that you can enjoy reading about them. I didn't add all of them but settled on these, im still not sure if i'll add them to my lineup for future posts but thx for the idea!

!!: not proofread btw

=͟͟͞♡ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, Hesh Walker, Logan Walker, Merrick, König, Horangi, Nikto

‹𝟹 Price can't ever go out in public alone. You get too lonely waiting at home for him, so it's only reasonable you tag along and make him hold your hand or have an arm around you at all times. He doesn't find it one bit annoying, it makes him smile softly every time his hand loosens around yours and you're correcting it. In a way, it's something that makes him proud. You always seeking to feel him is nothing but a pleasure and privilege to him. Which is why he doesn't ignore you when you silently come to him when he's in his office at home. The moment he feels your arms go around his shoulders, he knows it's time to put the paperwork down and let you sit in his lap for some quality time together.

‹𝟹 Simon and you liked to just lay quietly; the soft pattering of rain against the window as you were enveloped in his embrace. The warmth you felt comforting you right now was coming from him rather than the blanket thrown over you. You took a deep breath; basking in this peaceful moment. This evening could not have been spent better had it not been for Simon's phone vibrating. It must have been multiple calls and texts he was getting because it nearly fell off the nightstand. He kept his phone on 'silent' but it irked him to still be receiving notifications. You frowned when you felt him pulling away from you to grab his phone. You immediately felt the cold on your back as he got up. Well, you weren't going to stay and wait for him! You got up, trailing after him like a puppy follows their owner around. He furrowed a brow but you only replied with silence as you took one of his hands. "Is your call that important? Come back to bed with me" Well he wasn't about to say no...

‹𝟹 Johnny always jokes about how you can never keep your hands off of him. And it's true, but not for the reasons other people may think. You deeply value the intimacy of enjoying one another's presence in a tender and caring way. He knows this too, which is why he'll put himself aside and relax when he knows you need it. And you don't like to receive this from anyone else; only him. Which is another reason why he won't ever push you away even when it can be seen as pushy or annoying to others, because where else are you supposed to get that reassurance from? He doesn't mind stroking your hair, at some point even petting your head like a cute pet because it is surprisingly comforting. You are never more at peace than when you get home after an overstimulating day and get some love from your favorite person.

‹𝟹 Kyle knows that when you're extremely anxious for his hold, you're like a magnet that will be attracted to him no matter what he's doing or where he's at. You won't always be so blunt about your needs but he understands it when you just come over and lay on him. No questions asked from his part, he'll stay silent if that is what you need right now. You can lay there as long as you want and he'll give you the kisses and cuddles you need. He even enjoys it when you spontaneously do it, maybe even surprising you with a kiss on the cheek as soon as your face is within reach. You feel relieved when you feel his fingertips graze your skin, so relaxing it lulls you to sleep. You fall asleep and it'll become his sole mission to not move so as to not wake you up. It could be hours later that you wake up feeling like it was the best sleep you've ever gotten.

‹𝟹 Roach is already pretty clingy himself so he turns weak af the second you ask for him to stay in bed a little longer. He'll be silently mumbling about how he needs to get up now, but you so desperately want him to meet your eyes. He's purposely avoiding them, knowing the moment he meets them he'll give in. You tug at his clothes, asking softly in the way that you know will pull at his heartstrings to let you cuddle just a little longer. What's the rush? You can already sense him on the verge of giving in, but still he won't look at you. His heart already pounds just having you call out to him like this. How much more do you yearn for his warm embrace. It takes another moment for him to act carelessly and maybe a little selfishly to dive under the covers again.

‹𝟹 Alejandro loves physical touch as is, but he definitely noticed how you sought it. And it almost felt like instinct for him to start wanting to give it to you whenever you asked. He didn't want you seeking it from anyone else, all you had to do was extend your hand out to him and he'd pull you in and give you all the kisses and embraces you could ever ask for. And what if he's busy and can't get to you? He always leaves reminders of him scattered about for you to use. Since you're so keen on your senses to perceive his love; maybe going to bed with his clothes and hearing his voice over the phone help you fall asleep. He wants to remind you he's still there and willing to give you anything just for you to feel safe. He needs you to feel secured with him, needs it as much as you seek shelter from him. You're perfect for one another.

‹𝟹 Rodolfo had been doing this with you even before you had begun officially dating. Sometimes you'd desperately want touch, so much it disturbed your sleep and no matter whatever you did it didn't work to just keep pushing it down. You would be fumbling with your fingers, asking for him to help you fall asleep. It started small, like holding your hand until you drifted off to sleep. But came the time when that wasn't enough. And him, being the sweet and caring person he is, would not mind occupying that cold and empty spot in your bed if it would give you reassurance that you were safe. Over time that arrangement became permanent and so naturally did it happen. Now you never had to worry or be anxious, even when he was occupied with other matters. He never overstepped or neglected his time with you, knowing his priorities helped him protect the time he had reserved specifically for you.

‹𝟹 Phillip had been away for longer than you had expected. There was something that required his attention; attention that usually went to you. You had held him back, both hands on his arm and with pleading eyes asking if he really had to leave you. His demeanor softened, and how could be possibly say no? You were his weakness, but some things required his care right away. He left with the promise that he'd be back in two hours max. He walked out thinking you'd occupy yourself with something to do, but the reality was that you couldn't focus on anything other than when he'd be back. You kept opening and turning off your phone, hoping a message from him would come through saying he was on his way. You huffed and frequently looked outside. When you finally heard that door open you ran as fast as you could. Phillip barely had a moment to put the snacks he had bought on the way back down before you were running into his arms. You did not let go as he struggled to take off his shoes and jacket. Until he finally sank into the couch did he chuckle at seeing your grip as tight as ever on him.

‹𝟹 Makarov was quite confused the first time you had held onto him. He had gotten up only to find that he couldn't take a step forward without feeling a tugging on his clothes. He looks back to see you sitting up and looking up at him, almost pleading with your eyes for him to do... what? He looked down at you in confusion, his eyes trailing from your hand tightly gripping onto him up to your face that was observing him. You awaited for his reaction. In a way, he liked seeing you clinging onto him, as if it were crucial. He liked feeling like he was needed, that you adored his touches and attention. But he also liked giving it to you. It was adorable to him in a way, your reluctance to let him go even for a moment.

‹𝟹 Keegan sometimes didn't know what to do with you. He could spend his entire day off in bed with you, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his and you'd still refuse to let go of him if he wanted to get up the next morning to go out. You were practically glued to him, whining and complaining if he made any moves to get you off of him. It's not your fault that you couldn't resist the urge to cling onto him when he was right there within your reach!! He would sigh as if it was the most tedious thing ever but on the inside his heart was clenching at seeing how much you needed his touch. You swear you'd go crazy if you weren't able to see or touch him every morning. What helped you sleep at night was knowing that he was right there beside you, holding you.

‹𝟹 Hesh somehow always notices when you're craving his touch but hesitating. Despite you being quite clingy with him, you're hesitant to start it. You don't want to seem so desperate when you so badly wish for it. He chuckles softy and then brings you closer, he watches as your eyes dart away, as if surprised. He knows you're secretly melting on the inside though, but he also feels you slowly opening up to him. You're getting comfortable already; leaning into his touch and resting your head on his shoulder. Even if it's a little embarrassing to admit sometimes, you like to think that he cares so much for you that he notices when you want to be close to him.

‹𝟹 Logan was usually the one asking for affection from you. He liked receiving it almost as much as you. But he felt the way you also rubbed up against him when he would lay his head on your chest, feeling like you needed this more than he did. And he would stay still, hoping it would give you the warm sensations he received from you. Like a cat that knows what its owner needs at the moment, he kept close to you and did not move. He allowed you these moments a lot more frequently and would try to initiate it as much as he could if it made you happier.

‹𝟹 Merrick used to get quite annoyed with it, until he realized how much it mattered to you. It had been a long time since you had felt the comfort from a loved one, and you had also been learning how to ask for it. Once he realized this, he had no trouble giving it to you. It became natural for you to come up to him on evenings when even though he was tired, he'd always leave a spot for you because he knew you'd occupy it. You no longer had to ask him, he knew it by your body language when you wanted to spend extra time with him. Sometimes words didn't even need to be said, all he needed to do was shift his body to fit yours and you'd be content.

‹𝟹 König isn't one to use his words much if he needs to give you reassurance or comfort. And in a way he is relieved when he realizes he doesn't have to do that. Sometimes you startle him when you reach out and take his hands, guiding him to wrap his arms around you. It's like he stops his breathing for a moment to see what you'll do. But once he sees you stop and just let out a sigh showing that you're content with the position you're currently in, he'll try to relax too. He's a bit awkward because he's not sure if you want him to pat you, stroke your cheek perhaps? But he learns overtime that any touch from him is what you want.

‹𝟹 Horangi has no problem with you being all up on him all day long. He doesn't let it interfere in his routine. He can go about his day with you from behind, arms around his waist as he's trying to wash the dishes or get something from the fridge. You'd be fine with it if you weren't so set on getting his attention to come back to you. So it turns into a game where you're calling out to him and asking if he's almost done with his current task. He'll give a reassuring pat on your head and turn his attention back to what he's doing. He's not intentionally ignoring you, he just has trouble keeping still unless he's tired. So for now you'll have to settle with being dragged along behind him until your battery is charged.

‹𝟹 Nikto is competing with you for who can be more clingy. At times, you are both interlocked and neither of you wants to be the first to let go unless you absolutely have to. He enjoys following you around, being your shadow so that he can slip in next to you at any opportunity that arises and get some hugs from you. He just likes holding you, and he wants to feel you do the same to him. It's like you both actively are calling out for one another, and it is impossible to ignore it. With a single glance you can tell when the other needs to be held for a moment, Nikto more specifically implemented this habit between you two. You still tell him when you would like to have a moment with him and he no questions asked will drop what he is doing to take care of you.

[almostswagkid]

I feel like a lot of people miss one thing in Rodigor dynamic

Let's start with a little bit off topic, just so I can get that out of my system: Rodya knows Gregor's boundaries and doesn't overstep them. In fact, her teasing towards him is way softer. Gregor allows Rodya way more than he allows others. Plus, he couple of times teased her too (but more often than not he just ignores her attempts to get under his skin)

Now, let's assume they fell in love at the same time. And a lot of people think that Gregor would be the anxious lovesick one, desperate for Rodya's attention while she just uses him to get the praises she needs

But, what people miss is that Gregor wouldn't be like that. You see, the only thing he knows is to accept and adapt. No matter how strong his feelings would be, Gregor would very quickly find a way to just accept it as a fact and move on with his life. Just remember how he reacted to Yuri's death: he very quickly got over. How fast he just calms down in stressful situations (just remember Canto 1). Same thing with love. Gregor wants connections with people but still holds them at arms length, not hoping to build any relationships with them (Angela reference hehe ((they are WAY too similar, my god))

On top of everything he doesn't know what he's losing, thus it's easier for him to let go. Why would he try to hold onto love if he doesn't know what it's like?

In fact, Rodya would be the anxious one. A lot of people, sadly, miss the detail that Rodya's not good at hiding her fear and anxiety (in snake inquisitor's ((or whatever he's called)) logs she mentioned how she cried from the fear). That's the main reason her story even happened (otherwise she would've just go on with her life after murder). Rodya is not morally strong, that's the entire point. Plus, she doesn't have experience with acceptance, that's her main struggle as a character: she's stuck in denial, not knowing what to do with her emotions and how to get out. She's been running away from her feelings, not accepting them like Gregor. If it is like that for one emotion, why wouldn't it be like that for the other one?

Plus, one thing that seemingly everyone missed: during April Fools event Rodya specifically said that she feels iffy around Gregor, because she doesn't know what to expect from him. Let's not get into why exactly she feels that way (because I have a lot to say about it), but I brought that up because she said it herself: she's uncomfortable around him. And yet she's helplessly drawn to him

In conclusion, I see their dynamic like that: Rodya's helplessly in love, but due to her own insecurities, she doesn't understand what to do with those feelings and does what she always did - covers it with a joke. Gregor is in love too, but due to his trauma and cynical worldview, he can't allow himself to open up to her, constantly trying to push away his emotions like he always did. And most likely succeeding, unlike Rodya

[kaiserboom]

What about yn getting super flustered by physical touch avoids eye contact and is blushing and characters are worried but then get smug when they realise 🙈

a/n: OMG NONNIE?? I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMM WTH. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME WHAT CHARACTERS SO I JUST FREESTYLED SO HOPEFULLY THAT'S OK.

featuring: bllk men, pre-skip! haikyuu men, jjk men , demon slayer men,aot

-content: pure fluff!

gn! reader

𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚!

Geto, Iwazumi, Toji, Sanemi, Sae, Rin, Eren, Your favs!

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know. in fact!, they knew ever since! it started when you two had your first date together, sitting down next to one another, each legs caressing each other.

he could see how you were purposely ignoring him; every time he would move slightly closer; you would just end up moving further, even when he would sneak tiny glance at your direction just to see what you were even doing, you would find a way to somehow notice, and when you did; you would suddenly pause. tired with your "childish" act he decided to put matters in his own hands. he grabs your chin, fingers softly caressing you, he stares at you for short minute, before his tone comes out flat. "What you lookin at?...focus on me." of course just has he planned, you begin to struggle to meet his glaze.

his eyes linger on you as a sly smile begins to form. "Am I makin you that nervous? sweetheart?" just in that moment you tried to shove him off, but his mind already been focused on you "ah,ah,ah.." he coos; you can feel his tone grasping to an flirty comment.

"let's see how shy my pretty baby, can get."

𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝙊𝘽𝙇𝙄𝙑𝙊𝙐𝙎!

Isagi, Bokuto, Choso, Oiwaka, Douma, Armin, Your favs!

he been observing you, While also thinking about lots of things, like why is water blue?, or if he ate himself would he disappear or get bigger. but one thought that kept appearing in his head was you.

he was questioning himself about why you wouldn't talk to him with any kind of eye contact, but you could with almost everyone else?, was he scary to you? or were you slowly starting to hate on him?, he paces up to you; pushing people out of his way if he had to.

you were seated under an tree, lost in your own thoughts. you glance up noticing how the sharp heat disappearing suddenly. you then found the culprit. seeing your boyfriend standing Infront you, his body shading you away from the sun, you were about to open your mouth to speak, he spoke out first, his tone was soft, and gentle, with a calm approach. he crouched down to meet your eyes- of course your eyes quickly darted away. noticing this he grabs your hands and putting it near his heart, pressing them softly. your eyes flicker with surprise, you were caught off guard by the sudden depth of his emotion.

"love me dammit!" he glares at you for a while, before noticing your flustered expression, he never seen you like this, instead of asking what's wrong, he immediately assumes your sick. he lets go of your hands, "Oh my gosh?! y/n!!" he stands up trying get you some water; so oblivious to the fact. your just being flustered.

𝗠𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗔𝗕𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥!

Bachira, Kaiser, Astumu, Suna, Reiner, Obani, kuroo, Your favs!

how could he not abuse this God-Given gift?, he was granted with an flustered-cute looking partner! you could be so focused on trying hand in assignments and suddenly, you can feel his hands creeping up against your waist.

"babe-" you softly whispered out an warning. but did he stop? nah, its not like he trying make you upset, its just to him, making you into a stuttering mess, was a challenge with an reward at the end. "your so perfect, and so cute" he monitors how your eyes rapidly glimpse across the room to his praises. he knows your succumbing to them. and he finds it funny. he decides to play a bit dumb- just to make a more critical point, "aww.. wait?- why are you so warm... are you sick. my love?" when he gets no reaction from you.

he starts to chuckle to himself "ah, that's right. my poor y/n can't answer simple questions...not when your so busy being flustered..huh, thats kind of cute."

what an jerk. you curse under your breath.

@dollywons  for divider

[lucarionite9364]

Drunk Desires

Buggy x reader

WC: 2K

CW: DUB CON, somnophilia, drunk sex, cunnilingus, cum on stomach, p in v sex, buggy is kinda pathetic in this but i need him so bad it doesn't matter.

AN: I've been convinced to watch One Piece finally and I want that clown like my life depends on it.

The night was full of fun and excitement as you all celebrated another successful show. It felt like the drinks and laughs were endless. You’d surely feel the alcohol by the next morning. But for now all you wanted to do was dance to the music and poorly attempt to fight Cabaji. Which promptly landed you on your ass. You didn’t mind, at this point everything was funny to you. 

Eventually the night was drawing close to the end and you managed to down quite a lot of alcohol. You stumbled your way to what you thought were your dorms but managed to go the complete opposite direction. Ending up in front of your Captain’s quarters you entered without thinking. You thought nothing wrong as the man was nowhere to be seen. 

Plopping down on the bed, you kick off your shoes and nestle your head into the pillows. You breathe in the scent of the sheets noting that it doesn’t smell like yours but ultimately ignoring the fact that, no, this is not your bed, and you came in here by mistake. You fall asleep almost instantly having been worn out by this night's lively events.

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Buggy was pissed. He hated seeing you be that close to his subordinates. He didn’t drink that much but tonight he needed to take his mind off you having had a glass, or three, more than usual. He opened the door to his quarters, hoping to rub his frustration out and go to sleep. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the object of said frustration sleeping oh so soundly on his bed. 

He couldn’t help the way his eyes roamed over your sleeping form. He couldn’t help the way he moved forward towards you. He couldn’t help his hand reaching towards you, to grace your skin slightly with his touch. He couldn’t help the way your body was practically begging for him to take you. 

You were out like a light, not stirring one bit as his hands roamed up and down your legs. Even through the fabric of your pants he could feel just how toned your legs were from all the training for the shows. Shows you put on for him. He loved seeing you perform, absolutely entranced by the way you move. 

God you were perfect, made just for him. He always took what was his, even if it wasn’t his just yet. 

His mind was clouded by the liquor and his sheer need to remove the clothing between him and you. He reached up to unbutton your pants, slowly working them down so as to not wake you. He wants to take his time, savoring this moment, if only to think that he wouldn’t get another chance like this. 

He trailed kisses down your thigh as each inch of skin became more exposed. He pulled them off all the way and discarded them by your shoes you previously removed. His breath hitched as he saw the bright red underwear you wore. He removed his gloves, eyes never leaving your body. 

He reached his hand down to cup you clothed heat, gently rubbing. He tried to tell himself to stop, but the way your underwear became wet from his fingers removed all notion of that thought from his mind. While still working on you below, he reached his other hand up to sneak beneath your shirt. 

He straddled your waist as he used both hands to push up your shirt to reveal a matching cherry red bra. Who did you wear these for? I couldn’t possibly have been him, could it? He cupped your breasts from over your bra, circling his thumbs over your hardened buds. He froze as you slightly stirred in your sleep. Letting out a slight moan from the small pleasure he was giving you. 

The sweet noise went straight to his groin as he could feel himself growing harder by the second. He pulled down your bra to reveal your supple breasts. He let himself be selfish if only for a moment by leaning down to suck on your hard nipples. His face paint smeared on your perfect skin, tainting your flesh. 

He switched his ministrations to the opposite bud, showing all of you his affection and hidden desires. He leaned back to shrug his jacket and hat off, then gently removed his gloves. His breath caught in his throat as his bare skin touched yours. His gaze turned upward and his eyes were transfixed on your lips. 

He pulled himself to hover over you, mouth hesitantly waiting above yours. Does he dare cross this line? He had already done this much to defile you, he may as well carry on. His lips gently attach to yours as he savors the sweet taste of you. The taste he could only dream of. He reaches down to play with your slick cunt again as he slips his tongue to swirl around your mouth. 

He felt your body twitch from the pleasure. He couldn’t help the way his pelvis ground down into your hips in response. He was mesmerized by the response your body was giving him. He released your mouth with a long spit trail connecting your lips. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to taste you.

Roaming his hands down your disheveled, sleeping form, he hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. His eyes never left your revealed cunt as he bent down to attach his mouth to your glistening lips. Licking a wet stripe up your pussy. He groans at the taste of you, sending vibrations up your heat. He dipped a finger into your entrance, testing the waters. 

He pumped his digit in and out at a slow pace, terrified that if you wake it will all be over. After he works a second finger in, he sucks gently on your clit, reveling in the way your body squirms beneath him. His self restraint is quickly slipping as he is losing himself in your sweet juices and soft moans you’re giving him. 

He feels your hips buck up to him, your breath catching ever so slightly. He knows you’re close to the edge and he quickened his pace to give it to you. He sent his detached hand to your mouth to cover your lips as you let out louder moans as you woke. His tongue kept circling around your clit, letting you ride your high as you came around his fingers. 

His thumb stroked your chin as his fingers entered your mouth, silencing you. You opened your teary eyes, the sheer pleasure from the orgasm waking you up. While still hazy from the alcohol, you absent mindedly suck on his fingers making him groan as he grinds into the mattress. 

You hum around his hand as you look down to see your clothes askew and the culprit below your hips panting like a dog gone into heat. He pulls your mouth to his before you could say anything that would indicate you didn’t want this. Not that you would have anyways, this is a dream come true to you. 

His wet muscle roamed around your mouth once more as he grabbed your chest. He pulled your waist to his as he thrusted his clothed erection against your naked form. Your mind still reeling from waking up to bliss couldn’t help but go along with him making out with you. 

You moan into his sloppy kisses as you card your hand through his long blue locks. He felt his knees grow weak with the desire growing between his legs. He looks to you, his want for you evident in his gaze as he trails his hands over your waist. He wants you to say it. He needs you to say it.

“Buggy, hah, please.” You beg for him, desperate to feel his hands on you again. You reach for his pants to undo the clasp holding them together. He lets a low whine escape as your touch feels like bliss on his hardened length. He lets you pull his erection from his pants and nearly collapses on himself at the feeling. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to say it.” He says while grinding himself onto you. Letting his tip catch on your clit, you breathe out “Please fuck me, Captain.” Those words were all he needed to hear as he entered you. Barely being able to hold back his need to be fully inside of you now, he manages to work his way in to let you adjust. 

You let out a rather loud moan at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in you to which Buggy promptly covers your mouth. “Mmmph, baby as much as I wanna hear you scream for me, you gotta promise to keep your voice down. Okay?” The words pained him as he wanted nothing more than to hear all the pretty noises you’d make for him. You nod despite his hand still covering the lower half of your face.

He gives a few experimental thrusts when he feels that you are adjusted to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he starts picking up the pace. He feels like he’s losing his mind as you clench around him the way you do. Your muffled moans like honey to his ears as you try desperately to stay quiet. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pleasure, the effects from the alcohol heightening your sensitivity. You pull him close to you as you breathe out into his neck. “Buggy, you feel so good.” The words made his heart soar until you added. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.” This made his heart sore.

The guilt from using you in your sleep, your most vulnerable state, crashed into him like a tidal wave. Tears welled in his eyes at how willing you’d give yourself to him in your dreams and he couldn’t even control himself around you. 

“Buggy ple--.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” He starts between thrusts. “I can’t control myself around you anymore.” A tear ran down his cheek. “I’ve needed you for so long, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He bent over to suck a dark mark into your neck as he reached a hand down to play with your clit once more. 

The knot in your stomach is quickly forming from the added pleasure, you feel yourself about to cum. 

“Buggy, I’m gonna cum.” You rushed your words, not knowing how much longer you can hold out for. His eyes went wide as if he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. No matter how much he wanted this, he still couldn't rid himself of the guilt quick enough. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I-I just need you so much. I-” 

His words were cut off as you spoke softly to him. “Don’t be sorry, I love you.” You quickly finished after those words, biting your lip to somewhat manage to stay quiet. The feeling of you cumming around him was enough to throw him over the edge as well. He quickly pulled out as hot ropes of his cum shot onto your exposed stomach and breasts. 

He collapsed on top of you, exhausted, only holding his weight up a little. His eyes shot to your face, desperately scanning for any signs of regret, anger, hatred, disgust, anything that would show how much you hate him now. But he found nothing. Only teary eyed love and a flushed face before him. One that was quickly growing more and more sleepy with each passing second. 

He held you in his arms as you relaxed, coming down from your high. Your head cradled in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. He rested his chin on your head as you drifted into the confines of sleep once more. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

[procrastinatingfeminist]

Yeah, this kind of discource bothers me enormously, too. (I am also a firm believer of the adage 'beauty lies in the eye of the beholder' and low-key believe that 'love at first sight' is a myth and doesn't exist and everyone who is perpetuating it is just incapable of differentiating sexual attraction from actual love. Love comes from knowing someone, in and out. But anyway, that is my personal bias.) And I get, that there are some aesthetic things that play a role in what is considered beautiful and what not and mudding the waters, so if you really, really must talk about someone's looks, it might be easier to differentiate between "conventionally beautiful" and "unconventionally beautiful" or "rolls a ten on my personal beauty-meter which might differ from conventional beauty standards".

But by that metric I think that Oliver Stark, the Buck Buckley himself, is not actually beautiful. I wouldn't call him ugly, but he has kinda small eyes, the proportions of his face are somewhat smushed, his lips are too big and I think his face is slightly asymmetrical? He has an animated face and that is what makes him beautiful, but in an unconventional way. Compared to Lou, the latter has a lot more symmetry and the right proportions, than Oliver. So, from the discourse point of beauty standards, Lou is much nearer to the classical beauty ideal than Oliver. Aside from that, his features are also striking - strong lines, severe angles - which makes him beautiful in an unconventional way too.

That said, it is completely irrelevant whether they are beautiful or not. I like them as people (not simply as actors), so I find them beautiful. I hate Tom Cruise and Ashton Kutcher, so they both are ugly motherfuckers to me. Their looks are of absolutely no import. The only thing that I expect from an actor is to be memorable. Because Hollywood is so saturated with pretty people, who are bland as fuck, that when you start watching a new series (Agent Carter, for fucks sake, was so hard to wade through, because of the added problem of similar clothing and styling choices with suits and slicked back hair) and can't keep the actors and actresses' characters straight, because they all look the same. I would take Lou and Oliver, whose faces I at least won't confuse with half a dozen of similar looking white guys without an ounce of personality or individuality to keep them apart, who were also inexplicably cast for the same series, over several other actors, like Sam Worthington, who I couldn't pick out of a line-up if my life depended on it, despite having seen several blockbusters with him. (Incidentally, this is also another reason for why representation matters. My faceblindness is pretty non-existent, but even I struggle with it - imagine what an actual faceblind person must feel like.)

Lou is memorable and that is what is at the heart of that hate. If he had been the same bland, inoffensive non-presence as Buck's boyfriend like his girlfriend Ally had been, they would have happily ignored his existence in favor of their ship. But he isn't and that takes focus away from Buddie, and that is threatening the ship, so they have to tear him down. (Why is fandom seldom rational about shipping, why do people have to bring it up to the actors? It is the whole Watson and Mary Morstan thing from BBC Sherlock again, or the Ray Wars of Due South. For fuck's sake).

calling Lou ugly is wild because what the hell are you talking about??? are we looking at the same man?????

[servuscallidus]

I never liked Melanie as a person but was very intrigued by her as a character, since she's as deep and well written as any other on the show, (until fandom made me hate her). I'd forgotten though that the dislike was immediate + from her first appearance we get to know one of her most fundamental (and insufferable) traits, that is that she does exactly what Jon does, worse-ish* even, but she thinks she's better than him because, well, because it's her and she just is. Which will come back full force later on to such wonderful effects

[sukibenders]

"Why did they make Michael into Michaela? They took away one of the hottest men in Bridgeton now!" Okay, now it's one of the hottest women in the show. What's the issue now? Still got Francesca and Michael, in a way.

"Francesca's infertility plotline is ruined now! It was so important in the books!" Why can't she still have this particular plot, while still being with Michaela? Why is that suddenly erased now that Michael is a woman? Do you not believe that sapphic woman can't also struggle with infertility? There are multiple ways that the show can still incorporate this.

"Why are they making everyone gay now? It was fine when it was just Benedict but now-" I'm going to stop you right there. What's wrong with having more than one queer character? There are multiple straight people in the show, and in most forms of media, but you draw the line at having more than one gay/queer person? Imagine what it's like for other queer people to not be represented or to only have that one person be a vessel for the entire community. Doesn't sound very fair right? Another thing, because I see a lot of people who say this call themselves "allies", it doesn't sound very supportive when you say things like this. It doesn't instill confidence in your support for the queer community when you can't even fathom the possibility of more than one queer person on your screen without complaint. It's okay to be a little bummed out about the change, but to use rhetoric like above feels very...it leaves a sour taste in the mouth personally.