#can you tell i’ve thought about this a lot. like a lot

[littlcdarlin]

dbf!Joel headcanons

warnings: big, though unspecified age gap, 18+ (as always)

note: Uni has been kicking my ass, so I’ve only had time for some headcanons lately. This Joel is very sweet, but I’m open to writing sleazy or dark Joel, too! If you have requests for any headcanons, I will be able to write them even during this stressful time. Full fics will take me a while longer. Enjoy reading, my loves <3 and feel free to add stuff!

He doesn’t really know how to cook well and mostly eats his faves every day but when you stay over more and more he makes an effort to learn and actually finds out he really likes it

Whatever pressure your parents put on you, he relieves it by accepting it rather than trying to fix it for you — you can just exist around him without expectation

He worries the age difference means you don’t have much to talk about, so he watches your favourite show that you mentioned and although it certainly wouldn’t have been his first pick, it lets him unwind. He likes watching something he knows you’ve watched and loved when you’re not around, it makes him feel closer to you

When he first starts looking at you differently he blue balls himself so as not to disrespect you — when he has sex with someone to relieve himself, he accidentally says your name to them

He keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and cashiers wonder why he smiles at his debit card so much

He finds it hard to stay friends with your dad, because it makes him feel weird about this dynamic with you. He distances himself from your parents after they react badly to the news of your relationship, not because of guilt or cowardice, but because he doesn’t tolerate how they treat you

He thought he would hate the gossip after the two of you go public, but when you do, he finds himself imagining knocking you up just so everyone knows what he does to you. He opts for lots of hickeys until kids might be a possibility, but that doesn’t stop him from pretending you don’t have an IUD when he finishes inside of you

He loves when you wear his clothes, but when you forget your scarf at his place he wears it and enjoys that just as much — it smells like you and he likes the idea of people being able to tell it’s somebody else’s

When he figures out how much you like him talking to you during sex, he starts using the same voice/phrases in public to get you flustered & wet for him

He keeps everything that reminds him of you, like parking tickets etc. He doesn’t do anything with those things, doesn’t put them in a box, so they linger around his house, reminding him of you the way photographs would, except more privately

He starts “putting in an effort” for you when you start dating: styling his hair & wearing clothes he thinks you would prefer, until you tell him you like nothing more than his flannels and band tees and jeans, and although he doesn’t tell you, he’s beyond relieved. He realises you like him for him

When you tell your parents, Joel asks your father to hit him because “he knows he deserves it”. With time he learns he also deserves your kisses and smiles. Those things coexist within him, he thinks both are true

Despite completely supporting you in your pursuit of a degree & career, he likes when you’re on holiday, waiting around for him in his house wearing nothing but a pair of panties he bought for you & one of his hoodies. During those lazy weeks, he fucks you morning, afternoon, and night: before he leaves, when he gets home, and right before you go to sleep

He buys you a ring during the first week of dating because you mentioned how much you like it. He doesn’t give it to you until he knows you feel certain about him — he doesn’t want to freak you out. Still, even before that, he sometimes looks at it in its little black box and envisions it on your finger

During your first couple of “public dates” (neighbourhood barbecue where your parents are present etc.) he refrains from touching you much, although everyone knows about your relationship. You have to take his hand and initiate small touches for him to feel more comfortable

It takes him a short while, but then he loves being able to touch you in front of people: a hand on your lower back, an arm across your shoulder, his fingers lacing through yours, him pulling your back against his front and wrapping his arms around you. People stare sometimes (your Dad breaks one or two wine glasses in his hand), but Joel stops caring when he sees how happy it makes you

He tells you that you can change things about his home, that it should feel like your place, too and asks if you want to go shopping for “candles and stuff”, but you love being in a space that feels completely like him. It’s not how your apartment looks, but it makes you feel at ease, like you’re somehow living inside of him

Before he tells you he loves you, he whispers it in your ear when you’re sleeping, hoping your subconscious will somehow pick up on it. When he does tell you while you’re awake for the first time, it’s during breakfast. You stub your toe, and let out a string of curses you must have picked up on from him, and while he presses ice against your foot, kneeling in front of you, he smiles up and tells you: I love you.

The first time you sleep over at his house after he spent the night in your apartment, two brand new bottles of the shampoo and conditioner you use are in his shower. You thank him and jokingly ask why he didn’t buy your shower gel, too. He kisses you and tells you he likes when you smell like him.

He likes making you come more times than you thought you could — something about moving in and out of you while you tell him you can’t do it again, that you’re done, and then watching you fall apart on his cock anyway, thrills him to the bone. It makes him feel powerful, but part of it is knowing you let him fuck you without expecting an orgasm, that him being inside of you is enough for you to feel good

He doesn’t tell you, but he adds your name to his car insurance, so that you can drive it whenever you want

When you figure it out you give him road head every time the two of you drive somewhere — until he almost crashes the car and he forbids you to tempt him while he’s behind the wheel

He’s so nervous he asks Tommy for help when picking out a birthday gift for you — Tommy goes overboard and the gift turns out to be something completely ridiculous like a pair of huge earrings you would never wear. You tell Joel you don’t need a big fuss to feel loved by him. At night, he gives you a present he’s been wanting to give you for a while: he plays you a song he wrote for you on his guitar. It’s quiet and simple and so perfect you cry for half an hour

He doesn’t sleep well when you’re not around, and loves being close to you at night. If he could, he’d sleep nestled inside of you after a round of lazy midnight sex every night

As much as Tommy annoys him, it makes him happy to see how well you two get along. When you become actual friends with Tommy and hang out with him on your own, he’s more than pleased: the two people he loves the most in the world have become close

He would never ask it of you, but when you tell him you have stopped masturbating because he fucks you so often, it pleases him deeply. He likes being the only source of your pleasure. When you are apart for a while because of work/collage etc., he buys you a toy he can control from his phone

He tells Tommy he thinks he’s going to marry you during the first month of dating, which you find out about only on your wedding day during Tommy’s speech

[revelboo]

pulled double starscreams today. do not regret it

Nice!

Even If It Kills Me Pt 12

Armada Starscream x Reader

• You’d called it a cold, but why is your skin so warm to the touch when normally you’re shivering? Sprawled back on his berth with your nest of blankets and you on his chassis alongside his canopy, he keeps his palm cupped over you, a servo against your spine. Feeling every time you cough and hating it. And for once, the mini-cons hadn’t piled on him, too. Keeping their distance and unsettled by your obvious discomfort.

• Sweating, you kick your leg out from under the sheets and want to cry when Starscream immediately covers you again. You’re burning up and know he means well, but you’d been a lot less miserable on the cold floor, because he’s warm under you. And you just don’t have the heart to ask him to put you down. Wondering how offended he’d be if you strip down to your underwear on him just to cool off. Most likely, he wouldn’t care. It’s not like you have anything he’s the least bit interested in anyway.

• Hears you mutter something that sounds like ‘eff it’ under your breath and before he can try to figure out what that means, you’re sitting up on him and peeling off your outer coverings. Staring owlishly down at you as you ignore him and pointedly kick your blankets off of him. And then sprawl against him on your belly with a shiver. What just happened? Maybe you’re getting worse? “I could carry you to a human medic,” he grumbles, servos hovering over your spine, but entirely sure if he should touch you now. Or why you’d taken off your coverings.

• Cheek pressed against his canopy since it’s the only part of him that’s not as warm, you look up at his serious frown. Still worrying over you? “Really. I’m fine.” Absolutely miserable and feverish, but fine. “If I start hallucinating, then you can carry me to a doctor.” And that frown deepens, apparently not taking your joke well. “I’ve been worse.” Venting at you, one of his servos touches your bare shoulder and slides down your spine. Slides over a bit and stops there. Eyes closing, when he gently rubs against what feels like a bruise. Know you’re covered in them.

• Wants to ask about the mark on your skin, but now that he’s looking, they’re everywhere. Little splotches of color. Some purple, some yellow or green. Bruises. “I’ve always bruised easily. It’s no big deal,” you tell him sensing where his thoughts have gone, and he grimaces. Are these from him handling you? There’re smaller ones that must be from the mini-cons. Your soft skin marking so ridiculously easy. Hurting you when he’s trying to protect you. “You didn’t hurt me so stop frowning like that.” Chin lifting as those tired eyes narrow and you start coughing again. Letting his head fall back against the berth, he covers his face with a hand. Even when he’s trying to do good, he still destroys. Maybe Megatron’s legacy of pain is too much a part of him. Maybe it’s all he’s good for.

• Great. You made him depressed, his optics staring up at the ceiling. Again. Groaning at yourself and your giant, melancholy guardian, you shakily stand and his big hands immediately cage you. Not touching you, but hovering nearby like he thinks you might fall. Reaching to grab a servo, you lean into his huge palm. And drag that servo to your side, pressing it against the jagged scar there. “I dropped a plate. My fault. He was behind me, already mad and I just dropped it. Hit me with his bottle and it broke. Cut me,” you tell him, expression twisting with the memory of the fear. Can’t look at his face right now, because even knowing these things weren’t your fault, part of you still feels like they are. Like if you’d been better you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. That the pain was because you’d done something wrong. Deserved it. Lifting your arm, you touch another smaller scar above your elbow. “Argued with him. I don’t even remember what it was about, but he shoved me. Banged it on the counter when I fell.” Your voice and hands are shaking, want to blame it on the fever, but telling someone this is like bleeding the poison out.

• Servo gently tipping your chin up, his spark aches when you offer him a tremulous, broken smile. Runs his glossa over his denta as he carefully shifts under you. Willing himself to reach out in return. Knows you only meant to drive home that he’s not hurt you, that you know pain, but he understands that empty look on your face. Recognizes the look of someone resigned to pain and blaming themselves for deserving it. His own servos lifting to touch a discolored weld hidden under his jaw on the sensitive mesh of his neck. “Questioned a foolish order,” he whispers. And you take turns through the night. Each showing a scar and the reason for it. Sharing the pain to halve it, bound together by the same trauma.

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[eggyrocks]

DRUNK WALK HOME

chapter eight: mistakes

masterlist

“and i was so young when i behaved twenty-five / yet now i find i’ve grown into a tall child” -fist love/late spring by mitski

It’s Wednesday, and Akaashi is reading her essay. 

It’s clear that she actually tried this time, his pen marking up less of it than he normally would. He can tell she’s out of practice, some sentences rusty and awkward, blunt transitions and thoughts that trail off. But he can see her ideas better than before, more fleshed-out, more consistent. 

He keeps looking up at her, stealing a glance between every other sentence or so. She’s slumped in her chair, arms crossed over her chest and staring off ahead, frowning. Akaashi can’t stop himself from thinking about how much she looks like her mother. She doesn’t look back at him. 

“This essay’s a lot better than your last,” Akaashi mumbles, almost like he doesn’t want her to hear him. It makes him blush to say it, and he’s grateful she refuses to look at him. “Looks like you actually tried this time.” 

She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t react at all. She just sits there, with her jaw locked and her arms crossed, and does her best to pretend that Akaashi isn’t there. 

He feels guilty. It gnaws away at him, and he has this impulse to apologize, which disgusts him. He doesn’t like that he’s wronged her, and now his sense of moral superiority has slipped. He doesn’t like that he wants to fix the damage he caused. 

He looks up at her again, and sees no change in her posture, in her demeanor. He bounces his knee, and he can’t bring himself to look back down at her essay. Akaashi studies her, for a moment, the lines of her face, her narrowed eyes, the slow, deliberate breaths she takes. 

She doesn’t notice him staring. Or, maybe she does, but is so committed to ignoring him that she chooses not to comment on it. He wants her to. He wants her to snap at him, call him a freak for staring, accuse him of being obsessed, insult him, belittle him, something. 

But she just stares straight on, and Akaashi can feel himself starting to get desperate. 

“How’d your visit with your mom go?” he asks, hoping to provoke her to respond, hoping she’ll say something vile to assuage his guilt. 

“There’s only one more page left in the essay,” is the only response she gives him, though, and Akaashi is stuck. 

He turns his attention back over to her essay, and rushes through the end of it. Akaashi rushes through correcting a run-on sentence or two and then slides the essay back over to her. “There, now you can-” 

She slams her hand down on top of the stack of papers and snatches it away, standing at once. “Great, see you Friday,” she says, ready to leave. 

“Wait,” Akaashi says, standing, “listen, I’m so-”

“I said I’ll see you Friday,” she interjects harshly, finally turning to face Akaashi. He notices the tears that build in her eyes then. He can’t tell if they’re from sadness or anger. 

He’d never seen her cry before. There was a time when he didn’t think she was capable of it. Something in him softens, then, and he thinks that the damage he’s done is the kind that he wouldn’t be able to fix. 

She turns on her heel and leaves, leaving Akaashi to stand there, at their table in the library. 

It seems futile, then, to hate her. To hate someone so hated by their mother. To hate someone who so clearly hates herself. He hopes the feeling passes.

extras->

is akaashi genuinely remorseful for what he did? yes

is he mostly just trying to appease his guilt so he can go back to just plain hating yn? also yes

he sort of knew immediately that he fucked up; he picked up on the dynamics of yn and her mother before he even realized it was her mother

he was feeling defensive when kaori messaged him but it's been eating away at him since then

been quiet on the bokuto front

yn's roommates banded together when they realized her mom was coming to visit bc yn is always a complete mess afterwards and going out and drinking always makes it worse

once yn realized though she figured kaori and yukie were probably in on it and went straight to kuroo

kuroo always has a good time when he goes out with yn so he's always down

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[chrissturnsfav]

Can you do a fic about you going on a date with a guy you met, and you go on this date and have to call Chris to save you in the middle of it because the guy starts to make you uncomfortable. Chris ends up confessing his love for you and you do the same ?

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

chris comes to your rescue after a discomforting date, confessing his love to you.

ᰔᩚ fluff, kissing

ᰔᩚ w.c. 777

you thought it might be nice to try something new. dating apps were an experiment, and swiping through profiles felt more like a game than anything serious. when ryan asked you out, you figured, why not? his messages were clever enough, and he seemed normal—or at least, normal enough.

but now, sitting across from him at this dimly lit bar, you're regretting every decision that brought you here.

his jokes are off. not funny, just off. the kind that make your skin crawl, like he’s testing boundaries just to see how far he can push them. you fake polite laughs at first, but it only seems to encourage him.

then there’s the way he keeps leaning in, closing the space between you like he’s daring you to pull back. your drink sits untouched while you nod along to whatever he’s saying about himself—something about his ex, or maybe his job.

why the fuck was he telling you about your ex? absolutely not.

your phone feels heavy in your pocket, a lifeline you’re too nervous to grab. when he brushes your arm, the touch lingers just a second too long, and that’s it for you.

"excuse me," you mumble, slipping out of your chair. "just gonna use the bathroom."

in the cramped stall, you fumble for your phone, your hands shaking slightly as you type out a message to chris.

you hey can u call me?? this date is fucking horrible i need out read, 8:34 pm

the three dots appear almost immediately.

chris wya? read, 8:34 pm

you send the address. no hesitation.

chris i'm on my way j relax for now kid read, 8:35 pm

you exhale, leaning against the stall door. it’s going to be fine. chris always has your back.

back at the table, ryan’s irritation is thinly veiled behind a smile. "you okay? thought you ditched me for a second there."

"just a quick call," you say, forcing a smile. your phone buzzes on cue.

"sorry, gotta take this." you step away again, answering without hesitation.

"i’m outside," chris says, voice calm and steady.

the relief is instant. "okay, thanks, be right there."

you grab your bag, muttering an apology to ryan. "friend emergency. i have to go, i'm sorry."

he starts to protest, but you’re already heading for the door, your heart pounding as you step outside and spot chris sitting casually in the driver's seat.

"hey," he says once you climb into the passenger seat, his eyes scanning you like he’s making sure you’re really okay.

"hey," you reply, and just like that, the tension eases.

the car smells faintly of his cologne, familiar and grounding. "what happened?" he asks as he pulls onto the street, his tone neutral but his grip on the wheel firm.

"he was...weird," you say, shrugging. "too much. i didn’t feel safe."

chris nods, jaw tightening. "idiot," he scoffs.

you glance at him, surprised. "what?"

"him," he clarifies, glancing at you briefly. "for thinking he could get you."

you laugh, a short, nervous sound. “c'mon. it’s not like that.”

he doesn’t respond right away, just keeps driving. finally, he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment and turns to face you, one arm draped over the steering wheel.

"nah, it is like that," he says, voice low but steady. "you deserve better. someone you didn't randomly meet on tinder, who probably just wants to fuck. need someone who actually sees you."

you blink, unsure how to respond. "chris..."

he shakes his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i’ve been your best friend for years, and i’ve tried to play it cool, but i kinda can’t anymore."

the words hang in the air, heavy and electric.

"say something," he says, his confidence faltering just slightly.

you stare at him, heart pounding. "i think...i’ve been waiting for you to say that."

his smirk softens into a real smile, the kind that makes your chest ache in the best way. "yeah?"

"yeah."

he leans in, slow enough that you can stop him if you want to, but you don’t. when his lips meet yours, it’s not rushed or hungry like all the other kisses you've experienced with men you've met on dates. it’s warmth, steady and sure, like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

when he pulls back, his eyes are brighter, his smile a little smug. "took you long enough," he scoffs.

you laugh, shaking your head. "shut up and drive me to get ice cream."

he chuckles, throwing the car into reverse. "whatever you want."

and for the first time all night, you feel completely at ease.

thank you for reading!! <3

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[mindless-existence1]

HIHIHI Could you write a Shadow x reader (romantic)who loves space and tells him all about like where which constellation n allat?

Authors note: So I don't know anything about stars so I asked my friend who does and he told me about these so if they are wrong blame him. Also thanks for sending the request!

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The night sky above Green Hills stretched endlessly, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across a sea of black velvet.

Shadow stood silently at the crest of a hill just outside of town, his crimson eyes fixed on the expanse above. Beside him, you were bouncing with excitement, the cold air forgotten as you pointed upward.

“You can see so much more out here,” you marveled, scanning the heavens. “No light pollution to ruin the view.”

Shadow glanced at you, his expression neutral, though a faint softness lingered in his gaze. “That’s why I brought you here. You mentioned wanting a better look.

Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness. Despite his gruff demeanor, Shadow always had a way of making you feel seen and appreciated. You plopped onto the soft grass and patted the spot next to you.

“Come on, sit with me. You can’t just stand there brooding all night.” With a quiet huff, Shadow lowered himself beside you, his movements deliberate and measured.

He rested his arms on his knees, his attention split between you and the stars.“Okay,” you began, pointing to the sky.

“That’s Orion’s Belt right there—see the three stars in a row? And over there is Taurus, the bull. You can tell by the V-shape of its horns.” Shadow followed your gestures, his eyes narrowing slightly as he traced the patterns you described.

“You know a lot about this,” he remarked, his tone calm but intrigued. “Oh, you haven’t even heard the half of it,” you replied, grinning.

“Space is fascinating. Did you know that Betelgeuse, one of the stars in Orion, is a red supergiant? It’s so big that if it replaced our sun, it would extend past Jupiter!”

Shadow tilted his head, his lips quirking in what might have been the beginnings of a smile. “I see why you find it interesting,” he said. “It’s… vast.”

You nodded enthusiastically, launching into an explanation about black holes and neutron stars, your voice animated as you shared fact after fact.

Shadow listened intently, his silence encouraging you to keep going. At one point, you paused, glancing over at him.

“Am I talking too much?” Shadow shook his head. “No. I prefer this to silence.”His answer warmed you, and you turned your attention back to the sky.

“You know,” you said after a moment, “the universe is so big and full of mysteries. It makes you feel small, but in a good way. Like, even the worst day doesn’t matter on a cosmic scale.”

Shadow considered this, his gaze drifting upward. “Maybe that’s why I’ve always liked the stars,” he admitted softly.

“They’re constant. Unchanging.” You smiled, leaning your shoulder against his. “And beautiful. Like you, when you’re not scowling.”

He gave you a sideways glance, the faintest hint of a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I don’t scowl that much,” he muttered.

You giggled, reaching out to lightly squeeze his hand. “Thanks for bringing me here, Shadow. It means a lot.”

He hesitated for a moment before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re welcome,” he said simply, his voice low but sincere.

For the rest of the night, you continued pointing out constellations and sharing everything you knew about the cosmos, while Shadow sat quietly, content just to be by your side.

[melosliving]

IM OBSESSED WITH UR AARON & KELVIN BLURBS,, PLS KEEP IT UP, UR WRITING IS AMAZINGGG !! ❤️❤️.

just wanted to say thank you for all the love I’ve been receiving ! It means so much to me, may god keep blessing y’all and y´all mamas ! ❤️❤️

aaron pierre & kelvin Harrison jr x actress!reader

Variety’s actors on actors

The bright lights of the studio shone down on the minimalist set, the iconic “Actors on Actors” logo gleaming behind you. The three of you sat in a perfect triangle—aaron on your left, kelvin on your right, and you in the middle, the it girl of the moment. The producers had called it “a meeting of cinematic greatness,” but to you, it felt like two boys scheming to make you look crazy on camera.

“Alright, let’s get started,” kelvin said, leaning back in his chair with a grin that could charm the devil himself. He adjusted the cue cards in his hand, before dramatically clearing his throat “before we get back to the official questions, can we talk about this? Apparently, the streets are saying we are in a poly relationship.”

You laughed, covering your face with your hands. “not this again. The streets are getting out of hand honestly.” Aaron tilted his head, pretending to consider. “Should we tell them the truth?”

Kelvin’s jaw dropped. “Wait, no. we should make this an exclusive, sell this to newspapers or whatever."

“No!” you said quickly, glaring at both of them. “They’re messing with you. There’s no truth to it y’all." Aaron shrugged, his eyes twinkling.

Kelvin looked between you two, narrowing his eyes. “I don’t know. I think our chemistry’s too real...” You shook your head, laughing. “Next question !”

Kelvin, leaned forward with a devilish grin. “Alright, Aaron, this one’s for you : What’s it like working with ❁, and do you ever feel overshadowed by her greatness ?”

Aaron chuckled, his tongue pressing into his cheek. “it’s tough. Really tough. Every time she’s on screen, all I can do is stand there and hope I don’t look like a complete amateur.”

“quit playing, big guy.” you laughed, shaking your head. “He’s lying. Aaron’s the type to come onto set, nail every take in one shot, and still look good while doing it. If anything im the one trying to keep up.”

"See, they’re bickering again !" Kelvin looks at the camera.

“Okay, question for you kel,” you said, tapping your cue card against the armrest. “When you first read the script for your movie waves, did you immediately know you’d take the role, or did someone have to convince you?”

Kelvin smiled, stealing a glance at you before answering. “I think I knew pretty early on. There was this one scene in the script—it was so raw, so vulnerable—it made me feel something I hadn’t felt in a long time. That’s when I knew.”

Aaron leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand. “What scene was it?” You met kelvin’s gaze, your smile softening. “It’s the one where tyler has this kind of massive mental breakdown in front of his parents and he’s trying to go."

"You know, I cried when seeing the film." You say, now a bit blushing since it was a vulnerable moment for you. "The story was so touching and to be able to witness the distress in your eyes from start to end was something I will probably remember forever." You explain, pouring your heart out. Looking back at you, kelvin extended his arms to take your hand in his and kiss it softly. "I appreciate you, a lot." He mumbles against the back of your hand.

aaron looks a you two with softness in his eyes. "Look at them. Never beating the allegations."

“Ok, let’s talk about that final scene in one of your movies, ❁” one person of the crew said, redirecting the discussion. “The one where you’re standing in the rain, and you don’t say a word, but everything you’re feeling is written on your face. How did you prepare for that?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question “Wow, um... I guess I just thought about all the things I’ve wanted to say but never could. It was about channeling that silence, you know ?”

Aaron nodded, his gaze steady. “And It was beautiful. You were beautiful.”

Kelvin let out a loud cough, breaking the moment. “Alright, Romeo. Save some compliments for the rest of us.”

Aaron smirked but didn’t look away from you. “Can’t help it. She deserves them.”

"This is what I have to deal with everyday y’all.." you say, looking at the camera which is now focused on your pretty face.

"Im not against the idea of a threesome between us though, so hit me up producers. I’m ready." Finishes kelvin, winking.

"Boy you have lost your mind."

@ melosliving 2025

[lonesilverw0lf]

Chess student: The cult has become locked itself in this building, we need to clear them out.

Football student: We know where they are, so let’s just bum rush them and take ‘em out.

CS: Don’t be rash. We have to do this methodically so we ensure they’re gone for good.

FS: We have them cornered, just get in there and get it done.

CS: We don’t know how many of them are left, what kind of traps they have, escape routes, or what. We can’t take any chances that they’ve set a trap themselves or that they can escape.

FS: They just got in there after two days of running. They’ve been caught with their pants down! We need to bust down the walls before they have a chance to rest and regroup!

CS: Or walk right into a trap? This is the real deal, we can’t make any half baked decisions.

FS: You’re not the active type, even back in school. You don’t have any idea on what actually goes down in the split seconds, nor any say on what it takes. You’ll let a perfectly good opportunity waltz by as you try to come up with some half clever scheme!

CS: You’ve never thought ahead once in your life. You always rush headlong into things and end up in a bigger mess than what was originally there. Or even create a mess because you didn’t know left from right!

FS: At least I choose to do something instead of sit back like a coward!

CS: I’ve seen better intelligence in a monkey than anything you try to pull!

???: Guys!

FS and CS: WHAT?!

Art Student: You two need to find something to make up, your arguments almost broke my concentration several times. Guh. My farsighted isn’t great, but I did manage to get as much information on the inside as I could. *hands over a stack of papers with sketches of the building and the insides*

CS: That’s great! The more intelligence we have the better we can plan ahead.

FS: Just point out where the boss man is so I can get in there and knock his head in.

AS: At least tell me you can tell what it’s supposed to be? I’m an abstract expressionist not a realist.

FS: Looks clear enough for me.

CS, flipping through the drawings: Ok, so a dozen and so cultists, a couple of horses, a loft, I guess that’s a weapons rack, so far so expected. Hey, what’s the story with this one?

AS: Which one? Sorry my headache hasn’t given me my sight yet so everything’s kinda blurry still.

CS: The one guy with more details than the rest.

AS: Dunno yet. I can only draw what I see using my Sight. I don’t know what it is I’m looking at until I see what I drew.

FS: That sounds stupid.

AS: They say that it’ll get better with time. Right now I’m too low level for that. Huh, that one guy is a lot more detailed than the rest. Weird.

CS: I didn’t get all the details on your Ability. Why is this so important?

AS: My mentor said something about things that I’m more familiar with tend to come out clearer. People I know, places I frequent, they stick out a lot more. Even if the place has changed significantly like a fire or battle happened, or if a person is wearing a disguise or something.

FS: So who would be so familiar to you in this random group of cultists?

Realization dawns on the assembled trio.

FS: Ok CS, your plan is good. We surround the building and- huh?

AS: I just blinked. Where did CS go?

CS, punching a hole into the wall of the building like the Kool Aid man: YIPPE KAI YAY MOTHER FUCKERS!! WHERE YOU AT BLORBO?!

MC, who infiltrated the Cult to feed the local militia information: How the hell do you guys keep finding me?!

The standard 'entire class gets isekai'd to a fantasy world and the outcast MC is basically discarded' anime setting, where the MC, now assumed dead, decides to instead help the class of Heroes in the shadows, making sure they live up to what the people need.

However, the entire class knows that he's alive and are hellbent on dragging that son of a bitch back into the spotlight and to give him the recognition he deserves.

(And maybe because he was basically the entire class's Little Guy™.)

[chuuwey]

Your Apartment

Genere: fluff

theme: neighbors to lovers

parings: Jisung x shy fem reader , best friend Renjun x fem reader

warnings: none

authors note: this was requested, i hope you enjoy :D

You had always been the quiet one, blending into the background of your city apartment building. But you had a secret—you’d been having the biggest crush on your neighbor, Jisung, since the moment you first saw him. He had so much going on: charming, easygoing, and always quick with a laugh. Every time you ran into each other in the elevator or the laundry room, you’d freeze up, heart pounding, unable to get past a simple “hi.”

Your best friend Renjun, on the other hand, was your polar opposite—outgoing, a little dramatic, and never afraid to stir things up. When you finally broke down and told him about her massive crush on Jisung over coffee, Renjun practically choked on his drink.

“You mean Jisung from 12B? The tall, goofy one with the cute smile? You’ve been holding this in the whole time?!”

You nodded, cheeks flaming. “What was I supposed to do? Walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, I’ve been awkwardly pining for you for months’?”

Renjun rolled his eyes and leaned forward. “No, but you’re not going to sit here and do nothing. You’ve got to make a move. Bake him cookies, write a note, I don’t care—just do something!”

That’s how you found yourself standing in the lobby a few days later, holding a plate of still-warm cookies and silently praying you didn’t look as nervous as you felt. Just as you were about to bail, the elevator doors opened, and there he was. Jisung, with his signature smile and messy hair, stepping out like it was a scene from a rom-com.

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” he greeted you casually, not knowing that your heart was in full meltdown mode.

“H-Hi! I, uh…” you shoved the plate toward him. “I made these for you. I mean, not for you—okay, kind of for you. I just thought you might like them.”

Jisung blinked, clearly surprised, before his face broke into the warmest smile you’d ever seen. “Wow, thanks! That’s so nice of you. These look amazing.”

He stayed and chatted with you right there in the lobby, asking about your day and cracking a few jokes that made you laugh so hard you forgot how nervous you’d been. For the first time, it felt easy, like you weren’t just two neighbors exchanging polite hellos.

Over the next few weeks, things shifted. Jisung started texting you little things like, “Thanks again for the cookies, they were so good! ” or “Hey, want to grab coffee later?” And just like that, you went from awkward elevator greetings to spending time together.

One night, you both ended up on the rooftop of your building, looking out at the city lights. You could feel your pulse racing as you debated whether to say something. Renjun’s words echoed in your head: *“You’ve got to make a move.”*

So you did.

“Jisung,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper. “I like you. Like… a lot. You’re kind, funny, and you make me feel like I can actually be myself. I’ve felt this way for a while now, but I’ve been too scared to tell you.”

For a second, you thought you had messed up. Jisung just stared at you, his expression unreadable. But then, he smiled, soft and sincere and said, “You’re kidding, right? Y/N, I’ve had a crush on you since, like, forever. You’re amazing.”

From that moment on, things just clicked. You started spending more time together, whether it was exploring the city, binge-watching you’re favorite shows, or just hanging out in the lobby where it all began. Jisung made you feel seen in a way no one else ever had, and you finally let go of the shyness that had held you back for so long.

And Renjun? He never let you forget he was the one who pushed you to make a move. “I expect a toast at your wedding,” he teased one day.

You just laughed, knowing that, somehow, everything had fallen into place.

[maodear]

Unknown (Till the End..) Deep analysis!

This is my own personal thoughts, and I may be wrong about some things. But feel free to share your own thoughts!

I personally love this song, and when this episode came out, that’s when I started watching ^^ //Till was my first favorite heh

I apologize for grammar mistakes

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Round 2, was the introduction to Till. The dynamic from Round 1 to Round 2 was very different. We learn that Till is an outgoing and is very strong personality wise. Showing he refuses to let others take control of him. Because originally he was supposed to sing another song, but he changed it. Totally confusing Acorn, and leaving him with no lines.

Also shows how rebellious Till is, as he gets restrained the more he ages. A simple collar isn’t enough to control Till, as it’s is even needed to add additional restraints. Because in Round 1, both Mizi and Sua are not with the collar, but Till needed a more complexed collar just in case he doesn’t cooperate.

Another thing I noticed is that Till is very vocal and confident on everything he does. He doesn’t let others tell him what to do, except when it’s with Mizi. You see Till is very loud and more hot-headed than others. But with Mizi he is more unsure and nervous, as he lacks confidence when it comes to Mizi. Till and Mizi were good friends, as we see they did have interactions. But Till never had the confidence to tell Mizi, possibly because he knew that Mizi loved Sua.

In the video, we see a lot of Mizi. Of Till admiring her from afar. You see that Till follows what Mizi likes, and Mizi liked music. A few frames shows her singing, which makes me believe that Till found his love for music because of Mizi. When Till writes music, he thinks of Mizi and sketches Mizi . //but of course his mom saw his love for song and music, but Mizi probably gave him more inspiration to make music.//

Him breaking the guitar it might have had a deeper meaning, then just him wanting to piss off his guardian. Maybe he wanted to show Mizi how he can performance, showing how HE knows how to perform with his hard efforts, wanting Mizi to look at him. In which she looks up at the screen project, and Till notices. ((Maybe I’m wrong with this, but it’s a thought I had)

Though I realized that in this song, Till kinda confesses his love to Mizi. Which Ivan probably watches the whole performance, seeing Till the love of his life, confess to someone else in a song. It’s tragic to think about..

Overall the whole song is about the Unknown in which Till loves. And is also a confession to his feeling, to Mizi. This song is a banger, because my son is singing it.

//Yes Till is my son, I’m io’s married partner. No objections I’ve been married to her for years. I’m hers♥️

[leather-n-velvet]

High & Low: Part VII

A Drew Starkey x singer/actress!oc SMAU

Summary: While on hiatus from touring and wanting to branch out with her career, Ivy Blake auditions for OBX, immediately hitting it off with none other than Drew Starkey during their chemistry read. As tension and drama brew between the two, can they get through the highs and lows that come with fame and relationships together?

A/N: Small blurb today along with the usual posts! Kind of a filler chapter. Enjoy!!!

Dividers by: @cafekitsune ⭐️🌙

Previous Part // Masterlist

Ivy was confused, to say the least. Why on earth would O*dessa be messaging her about Drew? Irritation flared inside her as she considered even opening the message.

She glanced over at Drew, who was peacefully sleeping, completely unaware of the constant thoughts plaguing her mind regarding his relationship with O*dessa. He didn’t recognize the discomfort she felt each time her name came up. It wasn’t like Ivy to be so wary of a friend of her boyfriend; she usually made a significant effort to get to know them. But something was stopping her, especially after her conversation with Madelyn just a few days earlier.

It felt as if she didn’t want to accept the possibility that her suspicions were valid, and she certainly didn’t want to confront them head-on. She knew she needed to talk to Drew about her feelings, but how could she bring it up without sounding crazy and jealous?

Ivy wanted their relationship to thrive on communication and honesty, and if she didn’t confess her feelings now, she feared she would only build a wall between them. She understood that she’d never be able to fully let him in if she didn’t start now.

Letting people in had always been difficult for her. After being played and used by too many people in her almost 26 years, she learned those lessons the hard way. This time, with Drew, she refused to let that pattern continue. She had fallen hard for him and, for the first time in her life, saw a future with someone. There was no way she could throw that away over some silly insecurities.

These thoughts kept her awake until the sun began peeking through the cream-colored curtains in her childhood bedroom, causing Drew to start stirring.

Ivy felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her to his chest and pressing a kiss to her neck. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” she sighed, turning in his embrace to lay across his bare chest, melting into him. “Guess I had a lot on my mind.”

His arms tightened around her. “Anything you want to share with the class?”

She chuckled half-heartedly, her heartbeat thrumming nervously in her chest. “Actually, yes. It’s about O*dessa.”

Drew stiffened. “What about her?”

“She messaged me on Instagram last night, asking me to get you to reach out to her.”

“I feel like there’s more on your mind than that.”

Ivy hesitated, feeling her hands start to shake as the fear of potential confrontation took over. She didn’t like being that girl—laying her insecurities bare and discussing her feelings. In the past, it had always led to conflict. She had a habit of bottling things up just to let them go without a fight, finding herself a human doormat. This relationship with Drew would not be like that, even if it physically pained her to go against everything she was accustomed to.

She sat up, turning to face him and occupying her hands with the hem of the threadbare t-shirt she had dug up from high school. “Um, there is. I’ve just had this feeling about her. Like there’s something off about her vibe. The whole thing with the event mix-up last week has been really bothering me.”

Drew closed his eyes, mentally battling the guilt about the situation. He had been deciding whether to tell her that the entire thing had been a setup, manufactured by none other than O*dessa herself.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me about any of this?”

Ivy sighed, avoiding his gaze. “I didn’t want to cause any problems. I know you’re close to her, and I’d never tell you who you can and can’t be friends with, but my gut is just telling me something is off.”

“Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I do. I just think it’s her. She seems very dependent on you, and I get that, but…”

Drew noticed Ivy’s shaking hands as she started to pick at her nails—a nervous habit that usually emerged when she felt anxious or overwhelmed. It pained him to see her so torn up just discussing something that bothered her. If he could, he would personally confront everyone who had ever made her feel like a burden for sharing her feelings. He knew how hard this was for her and he hated that he couldn’t help her more.

His hands found hers. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

She glanced up, meeting those denim-blue eyes that she adored.

“I swear to you, you have nothing to worry about. We are just friends, and we have only ever been just friends. You’re my girl. I feel terrible about missing your event, and I promise to start writing everything down so there aren’t any more mix-ups.” He rubbed his thumb across hers, feeling her shaking start to lessen. “But I need you to talk to me about things. I know your past has made you hesitant to open up, but this is different, baby. We’re different. I want to know every single thought that goes through that beautiful head of yours.”

“I’ll try.”

______

drewstarkey

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drewstarkey happy birthday stink 🧜🏼‍♀️

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User1 HAPPY BDAY IVY

user2 this is so cute

User3 no one’s gonna talk about the 2nd pic???

railaslovechild THEIR BIRTHDAYS ARE ONLY A DAY APART 🥹

user4 HBD QUEEN

starboyd

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starboyd Happy birthday, angel 🩵

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sonotivyleague 🥹 happy to be spending and almost sharing a birthday with u 🩵

madrecliner I TOLD YALL TO STOP IT 😭

lacigurl HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORGEOUS 💋

brooke_starkey happy birthday, pretty girl! ☺️

ivyblake

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ivyblake it’s been a good day 🩵

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madelyncline 26 HAS NEVER LOOKED HOTTER

carlaciagrant happy bday gorgeous girl 🫶🏾

madisonbaileybabe HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL FACE

drewstarkey🪽🩵

user4 HI DREW

user5 DID ANYBODY SEE DREW’S STORY JUST NOW??!

railaslovechild OMFG DID HE SET THIS UP?! MY HEART 🥹😭

o*dessaazion hbd

user1 🤨 @/user2

user2 @/user1 🥸

sabrinacarpenter happy birthday darling 🩷🩷🩷

TheIvyLeague HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUEEN 🎁🎉🎈

ivyblakeupdates HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU LOVELY HUMAN

ivyblake

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ivyblake happy birthday drewby doo, hoping you had your daily pb&j to make it the best day 🩵

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drewstarkey I suspiciously had a freezer full of Uncrustables this morning, any idea how that happened???

ivyblake that’s so strange 🤭

user1 they aren’t even trying to hide it anymore 😂

railaslovechild MARRY EACH OTHER RN

madelyncline Happy birthday drewseph!!!

DrewIvyUpdates SO CUTE HBD DREW

DrewIvyUpdates wait is that IVY'S NECKLACE IN THE 3RD PIC

sonotivyleague

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sonotivyleague birthday boy 🩵

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JillianBlake happy birthday sweet boy!

starboyd thank you mama Jill! madelyncline already in good with the in laws I see 🤭

rude_boy hbd drewseph!!!

lacigurl HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!!

o*dessaazion

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o*dessaazion Happy birthday Joseph. Keep eating that pb n j once a day, it's really good for ur bones

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user3 ummm, did she just somewhat copy Ivy's bday post???

user4 this is umm.... yeah

user5 Ivy liked....

hater1 I LOVE U GUYS

haley_james lol...ok

user4 HOLY FUCK user2 did not see that coming

A/N: Not Haley being messy 🫣

THANK YOU for all of your support!!! Please let me know what you think and don't forget to like and reblog! My inbox is always open for any thoughts or discussions you would like to have about Drew/Ivy! I would love to hear from y'all.

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[aviradasa]

Might I request something with the lost boys? (It can be together or separate- I’ve read a good bit of stuff where it’s poly, but you 100% don’t have to)

how would they react to a reader that is also a vampire, like reader is part of their coven, and when they go out to hunt reader just goes FERAL and ends up covered in the victims blood?😅

Heyy sorry this took forever this is my first oneahot for them and i was struggling to write the boys personalitys a little, so this is very short, sweet and not very detailed at the moment but once i get into this my writing will improve for them just bear with me!

Thank you for leaving your request and here is

Poly! Lost boys x Vampire! Reader

Bloodlust of a halfling

The sun is just setting across the little California town of Santa Carla. To most folks, now's the time to wind down; to the young people, it's time to party, but for a couple of select groups, it's time for something even better...

“Paul, you throw one more goddamn bottle cap at me, I'm gonna jump over this sofa and bash your fuckin balls in!” I whip around in my spot, placing both hands on the back of the sofa as I shout the threat, staring him down as he teasingly holds one up, pretending to throw another one, before Dwayne comes up behind him, snatching the cap as Paul jumps up, to chase him.

Some of us were feeling a bit crazy tonight. But that's good. The adrenaline running through our undead bodies was something we lived for - and killed for.

Well, they killed for. I was one of the few halflings of the group. One kill and I'll never have to worry again. Only a fool would be willing to pass that up. It's okay star, and Michael will come around eventually.

“Alright, boys, you know what time it is! Lets get outta here.” We all hear David tell us; he stands by the entrance, ready to go with that evil little smile he gets.

Once he speaks, the others jump up. Whooping and hollering like usual. Marko comes over to me, and as I'm about to stand, he grabs my arms and yanks me from my seat as we both laugh. Once we all make our way outside, I hop on the back of Dwayne's bike.

Star Michael and Laddie stay behind for now. They just aren't ready; that's ok, though, cause the boys have deemed tonight mine, and I'm gonna prove them right.

We speed through the darkened brush before we exit onto one of the empty beaches. The sound of all of our shouts, laughs, and Hollars, plus the revving engines mixed together, sounds like the warning calls from a pack of coyotes or something. 

Making our way onto the boardwalk, we park the bikes, and I already know what to do. Making my way towards the live show area I spot a group of douchie-looking drunk surf Nazis, our rival group

Perfect for a first kill.

You see my job was to be bait. Lure in some drunk,horny assholes away from the crowd so that we can all rush them fast without any escaping. Luckily, this was the easy part, and I have had a lot of practice at it.

I make my way over to an open spot that is easily noticeable by where they are standing. Swaying with the music as I begin to dance for a little while. Once I feel an eye on me, I twirl to face them with an inviting smile, gesturing for them to come over, almost like a witch casting a spell. At least that's what it seems like with how derpy and hypnotized these drunk fools look as they approach me.

Even their aura is crude and suffocating as they make their way over, surrounding me. There are only three, but it's still heavily uncomfortable. Lucky I need not fear. This will all be over soon.

Being bait was never a fun experience. But it's not like the boys can come out here and attract people to follow them to sketchy places.

Ok, well, they could. They just don't want to. But that's beside the point

Now that I have the attention of the group, I grab two of them by the wrists without a word, dragging them away from the crowd; the three of them follow without a thought as I lead them to the darkened beach and under the boardwalk. Letting go of them, I run a bit farther into the darkness under the dock with a laugh. 

The surf nazis start to look a bit freaked, only taking a few more steps, looking at each other paranoid, before one of them raises their finger to point at the five pairs of glowing yellow eyes that appear from the darkness. 

The surf nazis try to run, but it's already too late. The boys are on them, fast, cackling, and laughing as they take down two of them. Its up to me to kill the third,

My nerves are through the roof as I stand frozen for a moment, but then suddenly the scent of blood fills my senses and I'm on that surfer like a bat outta hell,

I fly up behind him as he begins to run, but he doesn't get far as I slam my feet into his spine; he falls face first into the rocky sand as my heels dig into his back, I'm quick to step off, though. I move to straddle his back, grabbing one of his arms and bending it backward in a way no human body should bend, He tries to scream, but before he can get anything out, I dig my claws into his throat, successfully ripping it out.

I stand up and flip his body over swiftly as I completely start tearing into his flesh. Clawing, biting, chewing, ripping, tearing, snapping. By the time I've finished, the mangled corpse is covered in blood. I sit over the body for a moment, catching my breath. I know I don't have to breathe, but it helps calm down a bit. I feel the blood clinging to my skin and clothing, making my hair stick to my face, and bloody sand and dirt cling to me like glue. It's pretty uncomfortable, but I don't care right now. The blood coursing through me is like a drug, And I feel my body getting stronger by the second. The power rushed through me.

It only lasts a moment, though, before a voice breaks me from my moment.

“ DAMN GIRL WHAT THE HELL!” I hear Paul exclaim with a cackle. My head shoots to look at him. My gaze flickers from him to the others, who now also look up from their meals with smirks, chuckles, and grins, and I can't help but just stare at them back in embarrassment for a moment before joining in on the chuckles. I don't know what exactly they find so amusing, but I might as well join in.

“ well somebody was hungry.” Marko teases as he looks from you to the body you've torn to pieces. You just roll your eyes at him as you reach behind you to grab a bit of flesh you missed the blood in 

“That's one gnarly ass first kill. Good job.” Dwayne says, admiring the whole scene for a moment before giving you a thumbs up and going back to tearing the flesh off of his guy's arm.

Luckily, the boys decide not to tease much; they remember what it's like. How the first kills can feel on the body and mind, so they keep most of the joking to themselves for now. They will get you later, though, you best believe. But for now, they are gonna let your state mellow out.

David, on the other hand, doesn't mind the idea of teasing you right now.

He doesn't say much he just glances up mid-scalping the guy who Dwayne is pulling flesh from to admire your work a bit “ could have kept him alive a little longer and had more fun, going for the throat kills them too quickly in my opinion” he critiques giving you a cocky smile before he goes back to his business.

Once he turns his back, you look over at Paul as he begins to silently mock David, which you and him share a little childish giggle about before he and Marko finish off the corpse they shared. David and Dwayne finish a few minutes later. After feeding, we all throw the body into the ocean, Knowing the rest of the remnants will be washed away by morning due to the tide. 

Then we leave. We try not to stick around too long after kills just in case someone hears the commotion or anything of the sort. 

But As you all make your way to the bikes, which had been parked nearby, the obnoxious nature of the boys carries on. After kills, they are always pretty hyped, and after how crazy your first one was, they are even more amped up. Slinging their arms over your shoulders, and giving you hugs, Marko even ends up giving you a piggyback ride the rest of the way over 

Once he lets me down, David grabs me and decides on his own accord that I'm gonna ride back with him. But hey, I'm not complaining. Once I get seated on the back of his bike, we set off, and for some reason, I'm just exhausted. I guess I wasted my energy tearing that guy up like an animal, but that's ok. I begin nodding off a bit on the ride back to the cave. I fight to try and stay awake but to no avail, so I eventually just rest my head against David's back, tightening my grip around his waist a bit so I don't fall off. The last thing I hear is his chuckle and the rumble of the bikes as I slip into a light sleep.

Finally, now that I'm truly one of them, I can rest. I was so worried before I fully turned and anxious, but now I am free. Free of the confines of a human body, and a human soul. Now I'm just me, and I'm immortal; better yet, I can be with my boys for eternity. Who could ask for more? I certainly couldn't. I've already been spoiled so.

[morgana-larkin]

Alright it was asked on ao3 to make 3 other parts for 'You got a friend in me'. And it was to have both the reader and Melissa's birthday and for them to move in together. Sooo, here's part 4 with the reader's birthday! Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

You Got A Friend In Me - Part 4

Warning: Just a lot of fluff with Mel and Alison

Words: 4k

“Finish eating up your breakfast.” Melissa tells Alison while she braids her hair.

“But I’m too excited to eat. It’s Friday and it’s my mom’s birthday party tomorrow.” Alison says as she gets up from her chair and starts to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Melissa asks.

“To school, to get the day over with.” 

“Sit back down, you haven’t finished eating and I didn’t finish braiding your hair.” Melissa says and Alison pouts. “Sit.” Melissa says sternly and Alison goes to sit back in the chair.

“I regret wanting you to be around more.” Alison says as Melissa starts the second braid.

“So you don’t like spending time at my house?” Melissa asks and Alison sighs.

“I do.” Alison says in defeat and then you come down the stairs.

“Morning my two girls.” You say and then sit down across from Alison.

“Morning mom.” 

“Morning hon.” Melissa says as she finishes Alison’s braids.

“What cute braids you gave her.” You say as you eat the eggs and toast Melissa made for everyone. 

“Did you enjoy sleeping in a bit?” Melissa asks you and you nod while taking a bite of toast.

“I did, thanks for offering it last night. I don’t remember the last time I slept past 6:30.” You say and she smiles. 

“Alison, I told you to finish eating and then we can leave.” Melissa says as Alison goes to get her school bag. “She’s so excited to finish today.” Melissa tells you. 

Melissa then goes to get hers and Alison’s lunch out of the fridge. She puts hers in her purse and gives the other to Alison. Alison takes her piece of toast and eats it while packing her lunch in her bag.

“Ok I’m done, can we go now?” She asks and Melissa shakes her head with a smile.

“Alright we can go now.” Melissa says and gives you a kiss before leaving. “Bye hon, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You tell her and you give Alison a hug.

“So my mom isn’t staying over but I am?” Alison asks in the car.

“Yep, I need my little helper to help decorate.” Melissa says.

“And my mom has no idea about the party?”

“Nope. I just offered to take care of you for the night and she’s coming at 2. I told everybody to arrive no later than 1:30.” She says and Alison nods.

“When’s your birthday?” Alison asks.

“August 3.” Melissa says, knowing that Alison has asked before. “I wanted to ask you something.” Melissa says and Alison looks at her.

“I wanted to ask your mom if you two would move in with me after school is done. What do you think of that?” Melissa asks.

“I love that! I’ve been wanting to move in with you for a while.” Alison says and Melissa smiles.

“Perfect, I want to ask her tomorrow and if she says yes then you can move in with me in July.” Melissa explains as she pulls into the parking lot of the school. “Alright, let’s go start the day.” Melissa says and helps Alison out of the car. Alison holds Melissa’s hand while they cross the parking lot and Melissa carries Alison’s bag over her shoulder.

“Nice pink bag.” Barb says from behind her.

“It’s mine Ms. Howard.” Alison says with a smile.

“It’s so nice of Melissa to carry your bag.” Barb tells Alison. 

“Are you going to be at my mom’s birthday party tomorrow?” Alison asks her and Barb nods.

“Yep, Gerald and I will be there at 12pm.” Barb tells Alison and Alison starts jumping excitedly. They go inside the school and Melissa hands Alison her school bag and then Alison goes to her friends. “Nervous about tomorrow?” Barb asks her.

“I am, I have a small idea what her thoughts on moving in with me are? I know Alison has been wanting that for a couple months though.” Melissa says with a sigh. “We’ve talked about it once and she wanted to get Alison used to the idea of living together more, which is why they’ve been staying at my house all week.” Melissa says as they reach the break room. 

“Melissa I can’t wait for tomorrow, are you sure you don’t want me to bring anything else? Like food.” Janine asks with a big smile.

“I’m terrified of your cooking skills and don’t need anything store bought. So just bring the decorations.” Melissa tells her and Janine nods.

“Who else is going to be there?” Jacob asks.

“Some of her friends from work, some other friends of hers, and her parents.”

“Have you met her parents yet?” Jacob asks and Melissa nods.

“I first met them at Christmas. I’ve met them a few times but they live an hour away.” Melissa says.

“We’ll be there at 12.” Janine says and Melissa nods. Just then they all hear a knock at the door and Alison is there with a couple of tears on her face and one of her friends is there with her. Melissa immediately gets up and walks over to her.

“Alison, hon, what’s wrong?”

“I fell and my knee really hurts.” Alison explains and wipes her eyes.

“Oh hon, come here.” Melissa says and Alison gives her a hug. Her friend leaves at that point as she was just helping Alison get her to Melissa. “Come sit on the couch and I’ll take a look at your knee.” Melissa says and Alison nods and goes to the couch. Melissa rolls her pant leg up and sees that it’s bleeding a bit. “Alright, there’s a small cut but we can stop at the nurse quickly and she can patch you up.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods with a sniffle. “Janine, do you mind unlocking my classroom if I don’t make it back before the bell?” Melissa asks as she takes off her classroom key. Janine nods and takes the key before Melissa grabs Alison’s hand and goes to the nurse. 

“Alright, it’s cleaned and stopped bleeding, the only thing left is picking out what bandaid you want.” The nurse tells Alison.

“Do you have Scooby Doo?” Alison asks.

“I believe I do.” She says and goes to check. “You’re in luck, I have one left.” She says and puts it on the cut. Just then the bell rings and Alison looks at Melissa. 

“We gotta go to class hon.” Melissa says and Alison hops down and takes Melissa’s hand. “Thank you.” Melissa tells the nurse before leaving. 

At the end of the day Melissa takes Alison back to her house and gets dinner ready. 

“I was going to bake the cake tonight and was wondering if you’ll help me?” Melissa asks Alison and Alison immediately nods.

“Chocolate?” Alison asks with a smile and Melissa nods.

“Of course, you and your mom both share your love of chocolate.” Melissa says as she whips up something quickly. “Alright let’s go eat.” She says and brings 2 plates to the table. 

Her and Alison eat and digest a bit before starting to make the cake.

“Alright now mix it very well.” Melissa says and hands Alison a whisk. Alison smushes the eggs with the whisk before mixing. Melissa preheats the oven and gets the pans ready for the cake. “Alright I’ll finish mixing and you spray the pans. Make sure you cover every inch.” She tells Alison and Alison nods before she starts spraying the pans.

“Why are there 2 pans?” Alison asks.

“Because it’s gonna be two layers hon.” She tells her.

“That’s a lot of chocolate.” Alison says with a smile and Melissa chuckles.

“And we still have to make the chocolate frosting while the cake is baking.” Melissa tells her.

“Done spraying the pans!” Alison says and Melissa inspects it before pouring the mix in the pans. 

“Alright, and let’s set the timer for an hour.” Melissa says as she sets the timer on the stove. “Now let’s go make that frosting!” Melissa says and Alison jumps excitedly.

*An hour later*

“Alright, we’ll put the frosting and the cake in the fridge and let it cool overnight and finish it tomorrow.” Melissa tells Alison who nods.

“Are we making anything else?” Alison asks and Melissa nods.

“I’m making my famous lasagna tomorrow morning.” Alison smiles at that as it’s her favourite. “Barb is bringing a couple of things as well as your grandma. And I’m making Brioche con Gelato.” She says and sees Alison’s confused face. “It’s brioche buns and you put ice cream in the middle. It’s like an ice cream burger. And yes I have chocolate ice cream.” Melissa says and Alison smiles.

“You had me at chocolate ice cream.” Alison exclaims and Melissa shakes her head with a smile.

“Alright, let’s get to bed so then we can finish making everything before everyone comes to decorate.” Melissa tells Alison and then they both get ready for bed. “I will love you forever.” Melissa finishes reading Alison a bedtime story.

“Why do you sometimes wait to read the next line or pause between words?” Alison asks with a yawn.

“That’s because I have dyslexia hon. It’s a disorder that makes the words look all weird.” Melissa explains. “Now get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.” Melissa tells her and then gives her a kiss on the forehead. “Have a good night kiddo.”

“Good night Mama.” Alison says and then falls asleep as soon as Melissa closes the door.

Melissa wakes up the next morning to a knock on her door. She looks at the time and sees it’s 7:02 and there could be only one person knocking. She gets out of bed and opens the door and sees Alison there holding her teddy bear.

“What’s up kiddo?”

“I’m hungry and the sun woke me up.” She says and Melissa smiles.

“Alright, give me a few minutes and I’ll make us something to eat.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods. Melissa comes down and sees Alison watching Scooby Doo and Melissa goes to the kitchen to make breakfast.

“So I just spread it all over?” Alison asks Melissa as she’s about to apply the frosting.

“Yep, go crazy with it.” Melissa says and Alison does the frosting while Melissa starts making the lasagna. “Alright now that you’re done with the first layer, we’ll add the second one and you can use the rest of the frosting.” Melissa explains and Alison nods while Melissa adds the second layer. “Alright go crazy again and I’ll finish the lasagna.”

“I’m done.” Alison says after 20 minutes.

“Alright let’s see how you’ve done.” Melissa says and inspects Alison’s work. “Wow, you did a great job. Are you sure you’ve never decorated a cake before? I think you’re lying.” Melissa says and Alison is beaming at the compliment. “Alright I gotta write happy birthday on here, so how about you start setting the table that’s in the living room. Put all the plastic utensils and paper plates on it.” Melissa tells her and goes to finish decorating the cake. Melissa finishes decorating the cake and puts it in the fridge and she goes out to the living room to see Alison finishing putting the plates on the table. “Alright, that’s good for now, we gotta get ready.” Melissa tells her and they both head upstairs. 

They both have a shower and Melissa is in a robe and picking out her outfit when Alison knocks on her door. Melissa goes to open it and sees Alison there and she’s holding the box with all her hair supplies.

“Would you be able to help me with my hair?” Alison asks her.

“Of course kiddo, but you gotta get dressed first. Go get dressed and then come back here alright?” Melissa tells her and Alison nods before going to get dressed. 10 minutes later and Melissa is brushing and drying Alison’s hair while Melissa has curlers in her own hair. “Alright what do you want to do?” Melissa asks.

“Can you do a half up hairstyle and then clip this pink clip to the elastic?” Alison asks and hands her the clip.

“Of course, I think you’ll look adorable.” Melissa says and brushes half her hair into a ponytail. After the second attempt, she attaches the clip to the elastic to finish her hair. “Alright, and you’re done, what do you think?” 

“I like it! When is everyone going to arrive?” Alison asks and Melissa looks at the time.

“It’s 11:30 now so in about half an hour. How about you go watch an episode of Scooby Doo while I finish getting ready? Oh and don’t answer the door if I’m not downstairs ok.” Melissa says and Alison nods and then she goes downstairs. Melissa does all her makeup and then she finishes by taking the curlers out and makes sure her hair is perfect and then she hears the doorbell. She makes her way downstairs and sees Alison watching the tv and she goes to answer the door and sees that Barb and Gerald are there. “You two are early.” Melissa says as it’s only 11:45.

“Well you know how we like to be early.” Barb says and enters the house. “Hello Alison dear.” Barb says as she sees her on the couch and Alison gets up.

“Ms. Howard, how do you like my new dress? Mama got it for me!” Alison says with a big smile and Barb looks at it.

“Oh it’s lovely and very pink.” Barb says and looks at Melissa who’s smiling at Alison.

“You know I like pink, and apparently so does Alison.” Melissa says.

“And it’s a miracle that you convince people that you’re tough with your pink obsession.” Barb teases her and then hands her some containers. “So we brought a few things.” Barb says and Melissa looks at what she brought.

“Oh this is perfect, thank you.” Melissa tells her.

“Want me to put them on the table?” Alison asks and Melissa hands her one container while she brings the other 3. “When is the ice cream burgers going to be made?”

“That gets made and served with the cake.” Melissa tells her and Alison nods while they get the table set up. There’s a knock at the door and Gerald opens it as he’s the closest.

“Decorations are here!” Janine exclaims and Jacob and Gregory are behind her.

“We may have got too much.” Jacob says and Gregory is nodding his head in agreement. 

“4 bags full.” Gregory says and Melissa chuckles

“We got balloons, streamers, ribbon, a big happy birthday sign.” Janine explains as she puts the bags on the couch. “Ooh Scooby Doo, I used to love that show.” She says as she sees the tv screen. Melissa turns the tv off and then goes through the bags.

“You may have gotten too much but I love the enthusiasm.” Melissa says and gets the balloons out. “Alison, do you know how to blow up balloons?” Melissa asks her and Alison shakes her head. “Come here and I’ll show you.” Melissa tells her and Alison walks over and Melissa teaches her how.

The rest of the Abbott crew and Gerald set up the streamers and the big sign while Melissa and Alison do the balloons. 

“Then we tie the ribbon on the end like this and we can tie these ones to the chair that your mom is gonna sit at.” Melissa explains to Alison. “The other ones we can stick to the wall.” Melissa says and gets the tape out.

Half an hour goes by before the doorbell rings again and Alison goes to answer it while Melissa is putting tape on a balloon.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Alison says excitedly and goes to hug them.

“Hello Alison honey!” Her grandma says and immediately hugs her granddaughter. “Hello Melissa, it’s good to see you again, and thank you for inviting us.” Your mom tells her and gives Melissa a hug. 

“Grandma guess what, Mama taught me how to blow up balloons! See!” Alison says and blows up a balloon.

“Oh that’s amazing.” 

“Everyone, this is Heather and Eric. Y/n’s parents.” Melissa introduces them to the Abbott crew and they all say hello before going back to decorating.

“The place looks great.” Heather says as she looks around and Eric nods his head. “I brought 2 of Y/n’s favourite dishes of mine. Although from what I’ve heard you seem to be her new favourite chef.” Kelly says without a hint of jealousy.

“I wouldn’t feel bad about that.” Barb says. “I’m his wife and he will never shut up about Melissa’s lasagna.” She adds and everyone laughs.

“I was raised in an Italian household, what do youse expect?” Melissa says and then goes to place the other dishes on the table.

“I’m glad she’s with someone who’s as good as a professional chef. I love her but I definitely don’t love her cooking.” Eric says and Melissa smiles.

“My mom can’t cook.” Alison says.

Everyone continues decorating until the doorbell rings half an hour later and Melissa answers it and sees it’s a couple of your friends from work that she’s met a few times.

“Hey Angela and Kristy.” Melissa says.

“Hey Melissa, hope we’re not late. Couldn’t remember if you said 1 or 2.” Kristy says.

“You’re good, Y/n won’t be here until 2.” Melissa tells her and they come in.

“Alison, you’re getting so big! Last time I saw you I think you were 5 years old.” Angela says.

“I’m 9 and one quarter.” Alison says and holds up 9 fingers.

“Wow, no wonder you’re so tall.” Kristy says. “Where do presents go?” Kristy asks Melissa and Melissa takes them and places them on the coffee table.

Half an hour passes by and everyone else has arrived. Everyone is introducing themselves to everyone while Melissa is nervous about your arrival.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Barb says to her.

“Just nervous about asking her to move in with me.” Melissa says and looks down.

“Don’t be, I’m sure she’ll say yes.” Barb says.

“It’s not just that.” Melissa says and looks at her. “Yes I’m nervous that she might say no but what if she says yes. We move in together and be…happy?” Melissa says to her and Barb takes a breath.

“You’re nervous about being happy?”

“The only 2 people I’ve lived with are Joe and Gary, and we know how those worked out. A failed marriage and a failed proposal.” She says and Barb rubs her back.

“She’s not them, for one she’s a she.” Barb jokes and Melissa laughs. “Another thing is she has a child who adores you and she said you’ll always be in Alison’s life no matter what. The last thing is you said you already mentioned the topic of marriage and she said that she doesn’t have to get married.”

“I know, it’s just what if this works out?”

“Then you’ll be happy, like how me and Gerald are.” Barb tells her and then she hugs Melissa when a tear rolls down her cheek.

20 minutes later and you all hear a car pull up and you all stop talking. A minute later there’s a knock and Melissa goes to answer it.

“Hey hon.”

“Hey Melissa, there’s a car parked on the street that looks exactly like my parent’s car.” You say and then Melissa lets you enter.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone yells and you gasp and put a hand on your heart.

“Oh my god.” You say and you have a huge smile on your face. You go and say hi to everyone and then you make your way to Melissa. “You put this together for me?” You ask her and she nods.

“Me and Alison.” She says and you kiss her.

“Thank you and Alison’s new dress is adorable.” You tell her and she gives you a hug.

“Happy Birthday hon.” She tells you and you laugh.

You chat with everyone and then Alison announces it’s present time and you go sit on the couch and Melissa hands them to you one by one.

“And this one is from Melissa and Alison.” You say as you read the card. You then open the gift and see it’s a photo album.

“Open it.” Alison says and you open it and see that there’s pictures in it. The first picture is one of Alison’s first ultrasound and a few of you when you were pregnant with her. You keep flipping through them and it goes right up to the picture that you took with Melissa and Alison 2 weeks ago. You look inside the box and see there’s another photo album and you open it and see there’s a note and you read it.

“This album is for us to make much more memories together. Will you and Alison move in with me to help make those memories together?” You finish reading and you look up at Melissa and she’s looking at you with a nervous smile. “Are you really asking for us to move in with you?” You ask her and she nods. You then look at Alison and she’s looking at you with a smile. You then look back at Melissa and you nod. “We would love to move in with you.” You tell her and then you hug her and give her a kiss. Melissa hugs you back and she has a huge smile on her face and you add Alison into the hug.

“Happy birthday dear Y/n, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sings off tune as Melissa brings out the cake.

“Make a wish.” Melissa tells you with a smile. 

You close your eyes and you wish for more happy memories with Melissa and Alison then blow out all the candles on your first try and everyone claps.

You cut the cake and you serve it out to everyone and Melissa also serves the Brioche con Gelato with the cake to everyone.

“I remember you describing something like this.” You tell her as you try the brioche con gelato.

“It’s a Sicilian dessert that my Ma told me about.” She tells you and you hum.

“Well it’s perfect, this entire day is actually.” You tell her and she smiles at you. “I had a feeling you two were planning something with all the whispering and all the times you two stopped talking when I entered the room.” You say and she hums.

“I guess we weren’t as sneaky as we thought.” She says and you both look at Alison who’s talking to your parents and already has a chocolate mess on her face.

“I love you.” She says and you hold her hand.

“I love you too.” You tell her and then give her a kiss.

“Ew! Why do you two have to keep kissing?” Alison complains and you both look to see her face full of chocolate.

“And your face is covered in chocolate.” Melissa says and then grabs a napkin and wipes Alison’s face.

“Mama! Really?” Alison complains as she tries to get away from the napkin but Melissa holds her chin.

“Yes, really, little missy.” Melissa says and gets most of the chocolate off. “And there she is.” Melissa says and then gives Alison a kiss on the cheek.

“So when are me and Alison moving in with you?” You ask her.

“How does July 1st sound?” She asks and you think about it.

“Considering it's in a month, you’ll have to help with packing.” You tell her.

“Obviously I’ll help, and I know a group of younglings who will be happy to help too.” She says and you look at the Abbott crew before looking back at her and you smile.

“Let’s start making some new memories.” You tell her and seal it with another kiss.

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[hexenmond]

My Dead Boy Detectives oneshot is done!

Good morning fandom! I wrote a thing!

And I am vibrating a little with the thought of telling people about it. But anyways, I’ve proofread it a hundred times and it’s up on AO3 already so I am officially done working on it. Have a snippet:

Charles’ ghostly feet are pounding the pavement. He started out just walking, just to help him think, but his brain is one big jumble of thoughts and his feet sped up at some point, quite without any conscious effort from him. Weird how that works, he thinks.

He got used to the whole “ghost rules” thing after a while, once he realised that most of the time things just work without him having to think about it. That is much the same as when he was alive, and Charles really likes just being as he is, without any reminder that he’s dead.

In the beginning he’d been so curious though. He’d ask Edwin questions whenever he felt he could, which wasn’t all that often at first. He quickly got the distinct impression that while Edwin seemed to enjoy his questions and his chatter, he also got overwhelmed easily and needed a lot of space, physically, mentally and emotionally. It made sense, too, once he told Charles about spending decades in Hell.

Charles thought he’d understood, then, but he hadn’t. Not really. Not like he does now.

So he lets his ghostly body do as it will, lets it run like it often would while he was still alive, whenever he needed a break or a moment’s peace to himself. Even at home he could usually pass it off as training, which was the one thing his father would begrudgingly approve of besides school work.

He can feel it sweat a little, in the ephemeral way that it does all physical things now. Just don’t think about it. I’m running and my body is sweating. My feet are growing tired. I’m slightly out of breath. Just keep going. Don’t overthink it.

But that was the reason he went out, wasn’t it? He’d gone out to think, without distractions. That was the plan.

The thing is, Charles isn’t very good at thinking things through, linearly and rationally and without letting himself get distracted. He doesn’t like it either, and besides, he’s got Edwin for that. Edwin’s very good at doing all the hard thinking, probably because he enjoys taking things apart in his mind.

Edwin.

Many thanks go to @massivenerd23 for the quick beta read – really helped me tighten up things. Took me forever to polish it and decide on a title, but here we are 😃

Read “brave like me, brave like you” on AO3

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request NSFW headcanons for Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor being spanked by his female s/o after she received his consent please?

Astarion

Astarion was originally joking at first. ‘Oh yes. Spank me. I’ve been a bad boy.’ kind of thing. He never thought she would actually go for it or be open to doing it.

He feels a little obligated to do it after that. Astarion doesn’t want to back down, but there has been a lot of beatings in his past for the sexual gratification of others. He’s never liked it though.

With her, it’s different. It’s only a few taps but it feels completely changed. As if he knows it will stop if he wants. That the sting is not just hurting just to hurt. That he can trust them.

He doesn’t hate it nearly as much as he thought but doesn’t think he will ask for it again.

Gale

Gale likes to push the limits, and feels all manner of sexual exploration should be, well, explored. As long as it’s just the two of them.

He has read, of course, of people who like to be spanked or hit during sex. Gale is fairly certain he would not like to be hit, but the spanking does excite him. He has as dominating woman kink a mile long after all.

Furthermore, having his sex life be totally incorporeal for so long, Gale is aroused at all ideas of corporeal play.

He likes it a lot more than he expected and is a little embarrassed. He isn’t sure if she could tell or not how much he enjoyed it, but is a little too embarrassed to ask again and hopes his clever girl figures it out.

Wyll

Wyll isn’t too sure how the topic came up for him to get spanked, but he’s willing to try anything once.

Maybe it’s his own curiosity has gotten the better of him again but he’s interested in what it feels like.

Terrible at the set up for it. Like ‘should I just drop my pants and….’. No art to the build up for such a moment. The first spank sends a spark through him. One that gives him a jolt. The ones after aren’t nearly as enjoyable.

Wyll is glad that they tried it but doesn’t think it’s for him. So they will just catalog that as lesson learned.

Halsin

Being open to all experiences, Halsin has been spanked before. He really had no opinion on the experience but is open to trying it again.

Given how big he is, he does enjoy being the submissive one from time to time. The spanking lets him relax this way. Hand over control to his partner for a while.

Also the pain is exciting. He only enjoys it if it’s his partner’s hand, however. Halsin doesn’t like to be hit with things. Although….maybe some rope vines. The feel of her hand caressing the redden flesh of his ass. Feeling it tingle and pucker at her touch excites him.

Halsin won’t ask for this treatment on his own, but is always open to it when she wants to initiate it during sex. He’s honestly more embarrassed when she smacks his butt in passing when they are out over when she spanks him in bed.

Dammon

Dammon is a little shy about the request, and it takes him a little while to work up the nerve to ask his partner if they will do it for him.

He’s not sure why he decided to ask. Being around men and soldierly types most of his life, Dammon had overheard the stories they shared while waiting for their gear. The one about being spanked always stuck with him.

He blushes about as red as Rolan when told to get on all fours on the bed. Arms shaking like he’s swung his hammer for days. When the first strike happens, Dammon decides that he doesn’t like it.

It’s not the pain, he can handle that, but he’s decided that he doesn’t like people behind him when he’s naked and he can’t see her face while they are doing this. He apologizes for not being able to follow through, even though this was his idea, and offers to have sex the usual way.

Rolan

For Rolan you would have to trick him into it a little. His pride would not allow him to kneel or bend to anyone (not again).  

He would need to be convinced that he would look so sexy bent over, with a mix of ‘well, if you don’t think you’re strong or secure enough’ for him to do it.

Of course, he takes the bait like the typical brat that he is. And like a typical brat he really enjoys it. Rolan knows that he is difficult, stubborn, and downright pigheaded some days. He knows someone should put him in his place but he’s too scared to give up control to anyone. Until she came along and turned his world upside-down. Took the weight off him a little. Put him in his place for good.

He makes no comment on whether he enjoyed it or not. Too embarrassed about his own pleasure. But, he is noticeably more calm. Until he isn’t and starts acting bratty again; which means he wants another spanking from s/o.

Zevlor

Zev is a little insulted by the request. He’s fine with experimenting, but spanking? Given his advanced age it seems a little out of place. Like he’s a child or something.

Of course, he’s willing to try it. The position is the worst part of him. Being…exposed and vulnerable like this is not a natural state for him as a warrior. However, he tries to remain calm.

When it starts, however, Zevlor actually enjoys it. The numbing pain, the position, the sub verse scolding manner of spanking. After everything that happened he felt like he should be punished, but nothing seemed to satisfy. This seems to satisfy both.

In his darker moments moving forward, Zevlor will ask for this. To submit, not think, and be punish for his failings. To be comforted after his equally important to him and he doesn’t want to stop.

[dootznbootz]

I don’t have a link but I saw a post along the lines of “EPIC fans trying to gaslight themselves into thinking Odysseus wouldn’t cheat (he does in the books)” and I nearly had a conniption.

Some people WERE arguing he was assaulted, but other people were saying it depends on the interpretation and saying he has a child with Circe and that he stays on the island with her for a year. I also saw someone say he was just lying about being assaulted on another post about it.

The Odyssey/EPIC fandom is so exhausting I’ve thought about blocking everything sometimes ngl. It’s so hard to filter out posts like that. But there’s so much amazing art and content about it I don’t want to stop seeing it.

No, like that's the struggle of it.

I Love Epic and I technically got into the Odyssey BECAUSE of Epic. But I'm a hardcore Odyssey girly. I adore it so much. I've read 8 translations at this point because I love it so much and it's fun for me! And Epic is in no way a replacement for the Odyssey (Jay even says that it's not! he's simply inspired by the Odyssey) and it feels like high quality fanfiction of the Odyssey (FUN! JOYOUS WHIMSY! I still like it! :3 ).

But holy shit, like, both Epic AND Tagamemnon fans can be so fucking exhausting. (I am a fan of both. I can say this.)

(Obviously I'm not talking about everyone. <3 I've made many friends and have met lovely people in both fandoms.)

Like while yes, Epic!Odysseus isn't coerced/raped by either of the goddesses, that's simply because of the fact that Jay simply felt like he wasn't well equipped to handle such dark topics to that extent. And I honestly respect him for that! He knows his limits with the story he wanted to tell and that's good! And in general I think he did a fantastic job handling the aspects of it he did touch on (Coercion with Circe's threatening in "There Are Other Ways" is done well imo.)

(ngl, I kind of take back what I said about "Not Sorry for Loving You". I think a lot of my reaction was initially from my fear of how fandom would react. But I've been delightfully surprised seeing how (for the most part) Epic Fandom has really come through to show the "fucked up-ness" of that song)

THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT ODYSSEUS IN THE ODYSSEY IS A SHITTIER HUSBAND BECAUSE HE, IN THE ANCIENT TEXT, CANNOT SAY NO TO A GODDESS.

Greek Mythology isn't like Percy Jackson where 12 year old Percy beat Ares. (I was a PJO KID TOO!) It's not "Odysseus didn't try hard enough" fucking victim blaming btw because HE LITERALLY CANNOT REFUSE OR THEN HE'LL (AND HIS FRIENDS IN THE CASE OF CIRCE) WOULD DIE!!!

Like I wrote a whole ass essay on Circe's Situation (I feel so preachy and shitty about having to constantly bring it up but I will as much as I have to to get people to listennnn) and in general, if you can't see what's happening with Calypso, you've got your head up your ass and/or are just looking away because you don't like the actual implications of what's happening. For the main "gripe" I've seen with Calypso with how "He enjoyed her company at first", @lyculuscaelus has a great essay breaking that down.

And before? ODYSSEUS HAS NO LISTED CONCUBINES! And he brings up Penelope often in the Iliad!

And the whole "lying about being assaulted", I'm sorry but if someone is holding the "Men were so sexist that they couldn't possibly care about the women in their lives or have been victims" idea, then why would Odysseus willfully share that he was raped by women? Who, as they say, were viewed beneath him? Why would he lie about something that would put him in such a humiliating light?

Btw, Menelaus (sealy boy!!!) even says that he's being held captive by Calypso with what he learned from Proteus! Menelaus isn't known for telling stories!

I feel bad as like, I used to LOVE going into the tags and finding creators I haven't seen before and cheering them on! Art and Fics and yay! But like... It's sometimes so disheartening going in there and seeing nonsense or bad takes ;~;

Honestly, as much as I DO enjoy Epic, I think that hopefully once the hype dies down a lil, it'll chill out more :') We'll all be okay!

[imnosuvu]

bounded by business (1)

peaky blinders x fem!reader, thomas shelby x fem!reader

type: fluff/angst(?)

summary: a second class powerful gang in the south of london reaches out too a strong working class gang for a union.

warnings❗️: mentions of assassin work(?), swearing, gang talk, arranged marriage,

note: this is my first series, so please lmk how i did😭

masterlist.

requests are open❗️

“Y/N.” a strong, stern voice bellowed through the corridors of the L/N Foundation establishment and to your office. You instantly recognised it - it’s your uncle. This man was not to be messed with, kept waited or even looked/thought lowly at. Though he’s your uncle, he still has high expectations for you, regardless of being a woman, and expects you to meet them. Standards he only upholds for you, higher than others. Without wasting any time, not having the set mind to anger him for your tardiness and causing another one of your stubborn arguments, you walk out your office and make your way to one of the meeting rooms that he’s located in.

You peer through the doorway, your hair framing your face. “Yes uncle, is everything alright?” you ask in your usual london accent, acknowledging the three men, recognising them as the Peaky Blinders, men you’ve heard about - working class gangsters showing society just what working class people can achieve.

“Come in, my darling,” your uncle says softly, a bit too softly. You walk in, warily due to his unusually gentle behaviour. Sitting into the seat he indicates you to sit in, you look at the three men sat infront of you. They stare at you as if interrogating you, eyeing your long navy dress, noticing how it defines your curves. The man on your left seemed the eldest, his upper lip holding a firm moustache and has short slicked-back hair. On the right seemed the youngest, his face is neat, no facial hair identifiable and has short back and sides haircut. But the one in the middle caught your eye, he seemed like the leader of the working class gang in Small Heath, his ocean blue eyes are captivating and his defined jaw and cheekbones look as if they can cut.

“Y/N, these fine, young lads are the Peaky Blinders, the gang i’ve been telling you about this morning,” Your uncle looks at you and gestures to the three men. “The Shelby brothers.” You nod your head, slightly confused on why he seems so eager for you to know them.

“Right..” you reply, in a more unbothered tone, clearly unbothered by them. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, but lets it slide, not wanting to cause a scene.

He then turns to the Blinders, to introduce his niece. “Mr. Shelby’s, this is my niece, y/n l/n, she upholds a high rank within the L/N Foundation. She’s practically my right hand - carried out many successful plans within the business. She’s quite a fierce young woman and has a strong reputation within London. Our assassin.” The Shelby’s stay quiet, slightly fazed at how a woman can be able to uphold such a reputation.

“Thomas Shelby,” the middle brother reached out to you for a hand shake, “These are my brothers, John and Arthur.” he gestures at the two men. You can’t fail to hear his strong brummie accent that strikes many women. His name confirms your suspicions about him leading the Shelby Company Limited. Your uncle nudged your leg under the table, motioning you to shake the hand he’s offering. You then glance at your uncle, then shaking Thomas’ hand, you feel how his rough, thick hands come into contact with your slender soft ones, significantly smaller than his. “I’ve heard a lot about your work, Mr. Shelby.” you address, taking your hand back, as you eye their expensive suits that working class men can’t afford, except the Peaky Blinders.

“Care to elaborate, Miss. l/n.” Thomas states, in his rough tone, noticing how the gold you wear highlights your wealth.

“Your business expansion, to not only spread across the country, but also expanding to overseas, it’s truly impressive.” you comment, “And your reputation… not many can believe how easily you took down Mr. Billy Kimber.”

“And I believe we could become even stronger together. By having my niece marry you, Mr Thomas Shelby.” your uncle interrupts you, and in return, you snap your head towards him, eyes widened in utter shock and disbelief. Thomas doesn’t even flinch, seeming as he’s already been informed of this, his two brothers snap their heads towards him, asking if he’s serious.

“Tommy you surely not agreeing to this?” his brothers mutter to him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” you yell out in downright distress, protesting against this, the Peaky Boys get taken aback, thinking you were just some eye candy. “Why can’t (female cousin) do it? She’d marry him!”

“Your cousin’s already got a lad.” your uncle calmly replies.

“Oh so Andrew disappears?” you sarcastically snap back, not caring less that the Peaky Blinders are sat infront of you, witnessing such a scene. Andrew’s your boyfriend of 2 years. Instead of your uncle replying, he walks over towards the meeting room’s telephone and connects to your boyfriend’s telephone line. Handing out the receiver for you to take, you hesitate but then get up from your seat, snatching the receiver from you, placing it onto your ear, your heart breaks. The man that you’ve been with for two years, is fucking another woman. You hear moans from the other end, hearing the dirty words Andrew would say to you, now saying it to the whore in his bed, who’s begging for a release. Taking the receiver away from your ear, you look at your uncle with eyes hinting with guilt and regret, yet you’re too stubborn to show him fully.

“So I take that as a yes?”

You don’t respond to him, still in shock from what you’ve just heard.

“Right Mr Thomas Shelby, as long as you are alright with this proposal, I believe we should wrap this meeting up.” Your uncle responds respectfully and calmly, as if you’re not going mental over this beside him.

“Yes, Mr. L/N, as I’ve previously told you, i’m more than happy to marry your niece.” tommy replies, his deadly eyes not leaving you.

“Wait- he knows? And I’ve just found this out?” your brows are furrowed, glaring at not just Tommy, but John and Arthur as well, in betrayal how he’s told Thomas before you.

“y/n, darling I don’t have time for this,” he mutters under his breath, audible to only you, then watches you as you storm out. “Like I said, Mr Thomas Shelby, she does need a man like you to put her in her place.”

part two coming soon!