#don’t argue with me things are wrong with my brain it turns me on im afraid

[melancholyfleurs]

my ex tried to rebound text me after breaking up with her current partner and i ignored the come over offer tonight everyone cheer for my self respect lol

[wcnderlnds]

stupid for you | peter maximoff

SUMMARY: you and peter fall out and he makes it up to you in his own peter way WORD COUNT: 928 WARNINGS: some swearing. A/N: idk what this is but writing peter is my fave so he gets all my dumb ideas ❤️ p.s. if the format sucks it’s bc im mobile.

It wasn’t like Peter had meant to upset you. Sometimes his mouth didn’t have a filter and he said things before even thinking about it so when he called you ‘annoying and needy’, he really didn’t mean it. He wasn’t that guy. He wasn’t the type of person to ever want to upset you or anyone for that matter. So when he’d seen you walk away hurt and upset, that had sent him right into action. He just had to make it up to you — make you see how important you really were to him. It gnawed at him inside that he’d been the one to make you feel that way. Never before had he ever felt so bad. So guilty.

He’d spent the whole day trying to think of what he could do to apologise then suddenly the idea hit him. Maybe it was a little stupid, maybe you’d completely hate it but he thought it’d be cool. Different. It’d be something him.

Meanwhile, you’d spent the day moping around the X-Mansion. The training session you’d had earlier had helped distract your mind but as soon as it was over, your thoughts drifted back to Peter. The fight the two of you had had been so stupid. All you’d done is made some comment about Peter needing to slow down for a minute and listen to you and it had spiralled from there. It wasn’t often the two of you argued. In fact, you never really had. In the whole six months you’d been dating things had been going smoothly. Things had been so easy going, so fun — it wasn’t really a surprise that something was bound to happen to ruin that. When things were going good there was always something that had to come along and mess it all up.

With a sigh, you started to head upstairs to your room when suddenly a blur of silver and blue rushed past you. Before you could even blink Peter was stood right in front of you, his hands hidden behind his back. Your arms wrapped around yourself as you looked at him. “Hi.”

Your nerves were mirrored in his face as he spoke. “Hey. Uh…”

The silence fell between you. It was awkward — something that didnt happen often when it came to you and Peter. Just as you were about to open your mouth to say something he began talking.

“Okay, just let me talk for a minute before I chicken out. I’m not good at this shit. I’m not the best at filtering the stuff that comes out of my mouth. That’s why I’m always getting myself in trouble. You know that but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. You gotta believe me on that one. If I could, I’d punch myself in the face. I mean, I could but… I can’t break the goods, y’know?” He laughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

“It’s my fau-“

“Gonna have to stop you there, babe,” he said as he pulled one of his hands from behind his back and held it up to signal you to stop. “Can’t have you taking the fall on this one. It’s all me. A Maximoff fuck up special. That little switch people have in their brain where they tell themselves to shut up before they say something dumb? Yeah, turns out mine is broken. Probably wasn’t born with one actually. I’m not letting you feel bad for this. It’s all on me, okay? I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “It’s okay. You really don’t have to apo-“

“I do, I really do, though. Felt bad the second I said what I said. You’re not annoying and I love when you’re clingy. I love you wanting to be around me as much as I want to be around you. You caught me on one of those rare days where I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe Scott even pissed in my cereal or something, who knows. Point is that I messed up.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” You asked, an amused look on your face as you listened to your boyfriends rambling.

“Oh shit, sorry. My bad. The floor is yours.”

“What I was trying to say was that you don’t need to apologise because I forgive you anyway. We’re gonna mess up sometimes and I know you didn’t mean it. It was just hearing it come from you that upset me, I guess. Anyone else I could take it but you? Your opinions and thoughts about me matter the most. Can we just forget about it and move on?”

“Sure, yeah… but first…” he finally pulled his hand from behind his back to produce a Lego bouquet of flowers. “These are for you and lemme tell you, it was hell trying to put this together.”

“…you got me Lego flowers?”

“Duh. This way they last forever and you won’t have to worry about watering them and you can always remember the time your boyfriend was a dumbass.”

You laughed, taking them from him. “How long did it take you to put it together?”

“Might have cheated and used the ol’ mutation but I kept messing up. Some of the pieces wouldn’t fit where I wanted them to and I almost got mad and thr-“

“There’s instructions, you know.”

“Are you gonna stop cutting me off?” He grinned, hands on his hips as he echoed your words from earlier.

”Smartass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆toxic!theo⋆

now we’ve all hear of theo in a healthy and loving relationship, however in a toxic one? Probably the worst. Things would start off good, you guys would be all over each other, all the time. Everything would be great, unit it wouldn’t. After a few weeks, theo would grow bored and tired of you. He’d talk to other girls right in front of you, on purpose. And then when you’d confront him about it he’d get all defensive, make you think that you’re the one who’s wrong. He’d accuse you of being controlling and that he’s allowed to have ‘friends’ who are female. Despite being emotionally done with you, he wouldn’t break up, because he lovees getting you all riled up to the point where you are so mentally exhausted with his mind games, that you just give up. You give up, and you let him win, again and again and again. You guys would argue every single day, and it would always be in his dorm- because there’d always be something to go confront him about, no where other than his dorm. Leaving a toxic relationship isn’t easy, and when it’s with theo-it’s even harder. All your friends say to get out of it before it’s too late, but you’ve already ran out time. Confrontation doesn’t affect him, all the more reason for you to not leave him just to accept the challenge of making him care- just once. You would be screaming your lungs out and he’d just stand there, with a stupid smirk on his face as watches you pace around the room while shouting, and wonders what your thighs would look like locked around his head, your hands brushing out his fluffy curls and your mouth chanting out his name instead of whatever you were saying right now. Eventually the previous becomes a reality. It was almost like an indirect apology, yet theo had no intention of apologising, he just wanted to keep you hooked on for the next few days until he would do it again. suddenly everything’s fine. Well it’s not, but that’s how he’ll be pretending it is for the next few days. It’s this and his love bombing that made it so hard for you to leave, you hate it but you don’t. It’s a tricky one, but the cycle goes on, and on, and on. And oh my god this man is so stubborn, he cannot and will not change himself for you. During the honeymoon period of your relationship, his smoking didn’t really bother you, he wouldn’t be smoking all the time, maybe once every two or three days (sounds very unlikely I know). But after things got a bit more strained, he’d smoke multiple everyday- maybe even finishing the whole pack in a day. It was horrible. You hated the smell, and the worst thing was that it was everywhere. on nights when you and theo would supposedly ‘make up’, every corner of you would be infested with the scent, lingering on your clothes for the next few days. on the other nights when you’d go back to your dorm, alone and crying, you’d toss and turn in your bed. The scent would arise, from your pillows, duvet, hair, clothes, and it’d remind you of him. Shamefully you’d admit that sometimes the smell mixed with his signature cologne, would automatically drop you to your knees (don’t worry girl, me too), not that he minded. Honestly he loves seeing you from above, it just engraves the power dynamic between you two into his psychotic little brain, inflating his ego more than it already is. god he hated you, but oh how he was in love with you even more, infatuated and obsessed- feeding his desire of seeing you crying your pretty eyes out because of him, shouting with your pretty voice at him, pulling at your pretty hair because of him. Yeah, he’s (very much more than) borderline insane, but girl, as soon as you learn the rules of his games, he’ll wish he never started it.

a/n: guys if your s/o reflects any behaviour above- LEAVE. this is not meant to be normal!! This piece is not in any way condoning toxic behaviour- just a little writing task seeing what I can come up with

#something I started ages ago and decided to finish #YALL IM SORRY BUT IM GON HAVE TO HOLD OFF PART 4 FOR A BIT LONGER #work is killing me and I have easter break to catch up😭😞 #pls take this as a peace offering🙌🏼🙂

[shakespearean-dream]

last of the big five yall!!!!

happy late fourth of july! remember to keep boycotting, speak out and listen to palestinians, the people of congo, native americans, queer/trans people and women currently being oppressed this independence day because america fucking sucks!!! 🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🔥🔥🔥

here are a couple good places to donate! please remember to do your own research and take care of each other, it’s getting scary out here.

ohhhh nimdok, where to start with you….

i have been dreading doing him because he pisses me off so bad but i actually had some decent fun with him :D. designing him and branching out farther away from his canon self was nice, but im not touching his backstory or personality really, that stays about the same for me in my head.

speaking of whichhh! like benny, i understand how the game makers had a short amount of time to fit an entire character arc of an old man undoing his deeply internalized racism/xenophobia/ableism in a singular short scenario, but unlike benny i actually somehow like his better?? nimdok had a lot more to get over (well not saying being a dickhead murderer isn’t a lot but 😭) and i enjoyed seeing him actually help out the people he would’ve previously turned in. it still feels a little hollow/unrealistic because again, he’s been like this his whole life, but considering how much AM takes him away from the group to (most likely) psychologically torture him for his actions he’s probably had a bit of a revelation.

doing his scenario was unfortunately funny at times because of the strange way we had to go about redeeming him with the golem guy😭giving him a smooch caught me off guard but ykw? i’ll take it for being able to kill mengele like immediately afterward. also speaking of whichhhh…

i would go into more detail about nimdok and mengeles relationship to give it some depth because god i love me some queers, but that is??? a real fucking guy???? a real life monster???? im less than comfortable picturing the fucker in my mind, much less giving him depth with a character who i also don’t like. like why ship ur essentially OC with a REAL LIFE N/AZI??? just another one of the reasons harlan elision creeps me out. (if that just pissed you off google search him s/a-ing 2 people, marrying a 19 year old when he was in his 40s and defending a child r/apist i really don’t feel like arguing with you. the guy was a horrible fucking person and he makes me sick, i just like this franchise.)

i cannot cough up anymore thoughts about this fella pls forgive me; these past couple days have been rough on my 3 brain cells. AM will for sure be next and after that fully rendered/decked out full bodies are in order!! so look out for that:]]]] i may also start posting some art fight things since i was just complaining about the lag a post or so ago☺️ jk ily artfight. team seafoam lets goo

ok i love u guys!!! if u have any requests for me drop a comment or an ask, and thank you so much for the continued support on my art❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ lots of links on this post but one more quick reminder to take a look at my commission page if you’d like!!! yolanda is still in the shop because they cannot figure out what’s wrong with her :(

have a good night friends 🫶

[louscartridge]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ closer

haku shota x gn reader.

angst / comfort.

cw- reader is scared soul is cheating on them, insicurities, mentions of drifing appart, reader and soul saying ‘ily’, established relashionship, both the reader and soul wear cologne bc lets be honest cologne is better anyway, mentions of his real name like once, bpd iyk for the reader.

brought to you by- closer by waterparks and my first real relashionship 😻😹💀

your relationship with soul was amazing. it was everything you could ever want. but yet, you wanted more.

you both loved eachother so much, no matter what. both of you had your difficulties with expressing your feelings, sure, but you tried to show it in other ways. giving or making eachother a piece of jewellery or clothes, borrowing outfits, trading colognes, helping eachother with work. however, you could only go so long before you started to get scared and insecure.

you’ve both said ‘i love you’ to eachother a few times. you don’t say it a lot anymore.

you felt as if the two of you had drifted.

the beginning of your relashionship was everything and more. non-stop texting and calling no matter what, endless ‘i love yous’, and hell, arguing over who loves the other more. but as always, the honeymoon phase always ends eventually.

whenever you would text him ‘i love you’ or anything along those lines, he just replies with a simple emoji or an ‘ilyt’. he was showing something, but it wasn’t the same. you stopped saying it in person, ‘cause honestly? you were scared.  

you felt as if you guys flirted more and were more affectionate when you weren’t even dating. so what happened? so now he finally has you he thinks it doesn’t even matter? did he find someone else? replace you? that didn’t seem like shota at all, but yet again, it doesnt sound like most of the people who had done it to you. you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of him breaking up with you if he was cheating, or lost feelings. should you do it yourself? save the embarrassment and get it over with? but what if he wasn’t cheating on you, didnt lose feelings, then what. you just ruined the best thing you’ve ever had.

you don’t want to break up with him. you can’t. you won’t. but you need more of him. you need him closer. you just need to feel like you have him again.

that’s what led you here.

standing on one side of the dance studio while soul stood in the middle, breathing heavily, a bit sweaty.

you had texted him asking if you could come over to the dance studio, which he had replied to with a ‘yeah’.

you didnt know what you were going to say, but you wanted to say something.

“hi y/n” soul smiled.

“hey” you awkwardly mutter.

souls smile quickly went away while he turned his head slightly to the side. “what’s wrong?”

“i just-” you sigh before continuing. “are you cheating on me?” you ask quietly, voice shaking slightly.

your brain immediately scolded you. ‘holy shit holy shit holy shit. why did you actually just ask him that? what if he is? do you really want to know that? what if he’s not and he gets mad what if-‘

souls eyes widen slighty and eyebrows furrow. “what? no, im not cheating on you y/n”

“do you still love me?” your eyes start to water and he notices.

“oh my god, of course i still love you y/n!” souls hands fly out and he walks closer towards you.

you let out a sob of relief at his words, but you were still doubting. why is everything colder than it used to be?

soul takes your hands in his and pulls you down to sit on the floor with him. “i made you feel like i don’t?” he questions, his own voice small.

“i don’t know i just- no its okay, nevermind, it’s stupid.” you sniff.

“no, nothing is stupid if it makes you feel like this. especially if it has to do with our relationship.”

“i don’t know, why don’t you say you love me anymore? why- why are you so dry with texting? more than you used to be, somehow. i feel like we’ve drifted and i’m losing you or you’re losing me, i don’t know, it could be my fault for all i know. maybe it’s not you who’s being cold, maybe its me-”

soul cut you off. “baby stop. nothing is your fault. i haven’t lost feelings for you. at all. i’m not cheating on you or anything. i feel the same exact way i did when we first started dating. if anything, i love you more.” soul briefly let go of your hands to move behind you and hold you. “i didn’t really say it as much as i used to because i guess i thought you knew that so i didn’t need to say it so much anymore. obviously, i didnt think about that. and as for getting dryer? i didnt even realize i was doing it, i swear i didnt mean to and its not gonna be the only thing i’ll start working on.”

after you didn’t say anything, soul broke the silence by asking you, “why didn’t you say anything to me when you first started feeling like this?”

“i was scared. scared that maybe i was right. but then what?” you answer.

“well if you ever start thinking or feeling anything similar again, tell me. like, right away, don’t wait. okay?”

“okay.”

“i love you so much.”

god, hearing him say that make you so happy.

“i love you too.”

“can we go to your dorms now? i know you were practicing but i really miss you and while we’re in this lovey-dovey mood i wanna take advantage of it.” you know there’s a huge chance he’ll say no, but you ask anyway hopefully.

“for you? of course we can.”

a/n- i kinda wanna post this again, but with a shitty ending??

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[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 5

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDUCK)

CONTROL

WC: 2890

TW: mmm None..

A/N: okay so i personally suck at writing any intimate things..... I JUST HAVE NO EXPERIENCE!!!!! UGH IM BASICALLY THESE TWO..... But yeah it’s longer! I’m trying to have more in chapters because i know i like longer chapters when I’m a reader! 

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 4

Over the past couple of weeks the two would meet at the Zoldyck’s estate as the young Lucafist’s wished to visit and play with Killua. Leaving Noa to be the babysitter to watch over her siblings. She had stated her annoyance to her parents but they turned a deaf ear to her complaints. Most of the time Illumi would show up from a mission and just sit with Noa in silence, and on the occasion they would have a small conversion. Noa for the past couple of weeks has been training on her nen to become stronger.. But she was yet to try one thing “ the servant kiss.” The assassin sat in complete silence as she racked her brain on how she planned on achieving this skill. It would require her to kiss her target on the lips, but she has never done so, let alone had her first kiss. Noa came to the conclusion that if the kiss she leaves on the cheeks can have a strong effect of controlling the person, then a kiss would make it all the more powerful.. She continued with her thought process while illumi sat besides her and just started at her side profile. Noa rarely blinked but when she did Illumi would notice how long here lashes look. 

Illumi never brought himself to accept that he viewed Noa more than just an allie, he will admit that his younger self did possibly like her. Given he had never been around other girls growing up besides his mother and the butlers on occasion. Naturally he began liking the one girl he knew and who would make him feel loved with hugs and holding his hands. Illumi’s train of thought is put on a stop when he notices Noa’s sigh. 

“ What’s wrong?” Illumi couldn’t help but ask. 

“ nothing that concerns you.”

“ I didn't ask if it concerns me, I asked what was wrong.”

“ I’m just thinking about my nen skills.” Noa bites back not liking Illumi’s tone of choice. 

“ What about them?”

“ I don’t know how to do something.” Noa mumbles hating that she had to admit some form of weakness

“ What don’t you know how to do?”

Another sigh leaves Noa’s lips as she drags her hands down her face out of frustration. If there was one thing Illumi loved doing, it was being a nosy man. Noa thinks back to when they were kids and Illumi would ask her all the questions he had.. But no matter what Noa would always answer his questions because she wanted him to feel heard. 

“ What i don’t know how to do is how to kiss, if i did then i know i could use it to control my target to the point that i could ask them to kill themselves, instead of me getting my hands dirty.” Noa turns to look at illumi to give him her undivided attention, and mostly to show that she wasn’t embarrassed by her own words. 

Illumi just sat and stared at her with his wide owl-like eyes confused by her words. How can she say she doesn’t know how to kiss when she does it all the time, she would even give him kisses on his cheek he would get hurt as a kid. 

“ I don’t think I comprehend, you give kisses all the time.” Illumi argues back. 

“ Illumi, I mean like on the lips.. Not on the cheek.”

“ Oh, then why don’t you practice?”

“ Illumi.. Since your name means to illuminate, would you like to enlighten me on how I would do that?! Because I think you’re missing the major fact that I can’t practice.. What do you want me to use my hand?”  

It was at that moment that Noa remembers her not so proud moments of looking up “ how to kiss” on WikiHow.

“ You can practice on me.” Illumi suggests, not really realizing what he said.

“ Illumi... what?” Noa questions in shock.

“ If you need to train, I can help you.” 

“ illumi I have never kissed anyone. What if I do it wrong? And that’s weird, I can't kiss you.”

“ I never kissed anyone, so how would I know if it’s bad?”

“Illumi no.”

“ Why not?”

“ Because i said it will be weird.”

“ It won't be weird if it’s for training.” 

Noa stares at illumi like he grew a new head, how could he ever suggest that? It’s awkward enough just thinking about it, let alone having the person to practice on being illumi.the two just look at one another until illumi gets up and extends his hand for Noa to grab. “ Why are we getting up?” Noa asks.

“ we’re going to the woods.”

“ why” 

“ So you can practice Noa, stop making me repeat myself.” Illumi reiterates.

“ No.”

Illumi, tired of her resistance, pulls her up by her upper arm and begins dragging her towards the woods. “ Illumi stop, we can't leave the kids alone.” Noa tries to pull her arm away and digs her heel into the floor as much as possible. “ A butler is there, they will be fine.”

The two walk into the woods until they reach their famous meetup spot, their tree. The two just stand and look at one another waiting fro the other to say something. At the same time the two break the silence and speak over one another.

“Illumi i won’t kiss you”

“You can kiss me now.”

Noa stares at Illumi with frustration covering her eyes, why can't this boy just take no for an answer! Illumi stares right back at her confused on why she would not take his help? He was sacrificing his first kiss for Noa to train, she should feel more grateful is what runs through his head. Illumi gets tired of her constant rejection of the idea and decides the best thing to do is to corner her. With that he backs Noa up against the tree trunk and stares down at her from the height difference between them.

“ Illumi what are you doing, move back.” Noa tries to push Illumi away but he’s glued to the ground. 

“ You can get this over with now or later, it’s up to you.”

“ Why do you want me to do this Illumi, I already told you I won't kiss you.”

“ So you would kiss someone, just not me?” Illumi asks, wondering if she just didn't want to kiss him in specific. 

“ That's not what I meant Illumi.”

“Then what did you mean you didn’t want to kiss me? I already told you it’s for training and I wont judge your kissing.”

“ Illumi I.. I don’t know how to kiss. I don't want to embarrass myself and then it will be weird.” 

Noa’s cheeks began to blush lightly, and she hoped that illumi wouldn’t notice. But it was just her luck because Illumi noticed the way the pink blush painted across her cheeks. Illumi wondered if she was nervous? With Illumi not being nervous he thought that maybe if he kissed her first she would not feel nervous to then practice. With that note, illumi leans in and gives Noa a kiss on her lips, just like how she would peck his cheeks before and how she kissed his wrist the other day. Noa in shock stood there unable to move from her spot, did illumi just kiss her? No he didn't, she was just imagining things, surly he just said something while leaning in and it looked like he did.. 

“ I kissed you first, so you don’t have to be nervous anymore.” Illumi stands before her wearing his famous poker face as he usually does. 

“ Illumi, why would you do that!”

“ Because you were nervous so I did it first so you don’t have to be nervous.”

Noa was unable to process his words, she just had her first kiss… 

Illumi is beginning to get frustrated with Noa’s lack of training, he has opened the door for her and she still refuses to take the opportunity. 

“ Noa I’ll give you till the count of three, if you don't kiss me and start practicing I will go back and kill your brothers.” Illumi threatens Noa, and you can begin to feel Noa’s bloodlust.. 

Noa’s mind begins to run a million miles per hour, Illumi wouldn’t dare touch her siblings… he knows she wouldn’t allow it. Is he bluffing? Do I risk it? He does know that I’ll go after all his siblings he if dares… standing before him she begins thinking of how she’ll stop him if he tries to attack her brothers.

Noa racks through her thoughts trying to see if he’s lying.. She doesn’t have time to think any longer because when she hears Illumi say ‘3’. Noa grabs the back of his neck with both of her hands and smashes her lips against his. 

Was that too forceful, she asks herself as she guides the movement of her lips against his.

Her kiss isn’t like how illumi kissed her, no. Her lips were locking with his, tilting their heads Noa deepens the kiss, having her lips graze and massage his lips a kiss at a time. Given the height difference Noa is on her tiptoes and pulls Illumi down to meet her height. This makes Illumi have to hold Noa’s waist to act as support. Illumi finally catches on and begins kissing Noa back, small smacking sounds coming from their kiss can be heard. Eventually the two had to pull from one another. Both of their lips were a bit red from the kiss, but neither said a word about the other’s lips.

The two stand before each other, Illumi's hands holding onto Noa’s waist, while Noa’s hands were wrapped around Illumi’s neck. The scene looks like it could be a movie scene, or the cover of one of Noa’s books. It wasn’t long before Noa pulled Illumi back in for another kiss, which Illumi couldn’t help but give in. 

How could he refuse? In fact how dare he refuse such a request from a delicate and beautiful creature like Noa?

After their shared kisses, Noa was able to make Illumi get the heart of any butler and give it to her. It was at that moment she knew that she had complete control of her target and it wouldn’t wear off like the kiss on the cheek.. The only catch was, if she were to kiss anyone with her nen, the only way to break the nen tied to the kiss was if she kissed her target again. But to Noa that wouldn’t be needed since she would just do this to kill her target, meaning she only needed to kiss them once and not again since they would be dead. 

From that day on the two would share kisses on a regular basis. Illumi would always find a way to pull Noa away and into hiding where he could share a kiss with her. It wasn’t like Noa minded, she did in fact like the close proximity of Illumi. If anything she enjoyed the thrill of getting caught. She knew that if her or Illumi’s parents caught them, they would be in big trouble, how dare the two eldest children of the family of assassins be part of such acts outside of marriage. 

Illumi on the other hand simply loved the act of possession and intimacy. Knowing she would always melt against his lips, hold onto him like she depended on him.

On many occasions while the two would just walk around the mansion, Illumi would pull her into a dark hallway and have her pushed against a wall, just for him to grab her chin and pull her into a deep kiss. He liked seeing her become flustered at his actions. It was a sight and feeling he enjoyed. It was like he was able to control her in a way. 

Noa felt the same way, she felt as though she was able to control Illumi. Yes, technically she could infuse her kiss with nen and control him, but it was something about him always coming back to her. It was like he craved her and she would be the one to control his craving.

One day illumi had come back from a mission and he was covered in cuts and bruises. He had told Killua to invite Noa’s brothers so that she may show up. Once she showed up to the mansion and led her brothers to killua’s whereabouts, she was met with Illumi cold stare.

She sometimes wondered if Illumi got hurt on purpose, just so she would come and clean him up. Though the thought sounded entertaining, she knew that her illumi wouldn’t let his targets intentionally attack him.

With that she had led illumi back to his room holding his hand, though there were butlers around, none said a word knowing that she would not hesitate to pull their hearts out.

Once they reached his room, she closed the door and locked the door behind her. Not wanting anyone to interrupt their time alone. When illumi heard the locking of the door illumi tried grabbing her and pushing her against the door, but she stopped him before he could do that. 

She could entertain his desire but she also knew he loved being taken care of, why not make him wait and pull at his strings? No harm could be done, right?

In small gentle movements and the grab of his hand, she made him sit down on his bed, as she grabbed the first aid kit. This was the first time that she had truly cleaned up his wounds in years. She stood in between his legs as she dabbed and cleaned the small cuts with Alcohol. Some other cuts she had to sew them up. She knew that it was painful but he expressed no emotion of pain. But that didn’t stop her from whispering into his ear “ I’m sorry if that hurt” and “ you’re so strong.” And with every whisper she would give a small peck to his cheek or the corner of his lips. And everytime he tried to kiss her, Noa Would shake her head and tell him “ I need to take care of you first.”

Illumi was confused by her words, if she kissed him then she’ll still be taking care of him. Why could she not just kiss him and take care of his desire for her.

When Noa was done cleaning his wounds, she went to take all the supplies back from where she brought them from. All that Illumi could do was stare and follow her movements, how she moved so swiftly, not a movement of hesitation. He never understood how her hips would sway so effortlessly, always leaving him under a trance. When she was back in front of Illumi, she decided to be bold and give him what he’s been longing for.

With one quick move Noa threw her leg over his leg and was straddling him, Illumi has never seen Noa do this, let alone been put in this position before. Noa notices his pupils enlarge for a second out of shock, but that doesn’t stop her from throwing her arms around his neck and leaning in to give him small lite kisses. Illumi keeps his hands flat against his bed, unsure of what to do besides being her test subject. Noa expecting more from illumi, she whispers against his lips “ you’re not going to kiss me back?” 

Illumi takes that as his que to kiss her but when he leans in she pulls back with an innocent smile across her face, acting like she didn’t do anything wrong. 

In the past couple of weeks Noa has begun mastering the arts of seduction and manipulation. She knew that Illumi likes to be in control but so does she, what  better way to give him a sense of control if she just controls the pace of the situation and he controls the situation. With that illumi tries to lean in again but she’s quick to pull further. This game that she’s playing wears Illumi’s patience thin, it’s not long after that he finally uses one hand to grab her waist and the other cupping her face to pull her in. 

Illumi attacks her lips like he hasn’t kissed her in years, biting, sucking on her lips. All he wants is more of her. More of her sweet scent to that fills the air he breaths, more of her soft lips that feel like what innocence would feel like. And Her soft touch that feels like Egyptian Cotton.

Noa loosens her arms from around his neck and runs her hands over his shoulders and down his covered chest and back up to his shoulders. Noa does this repeatedly knowing that Illumi enjoys such movements and placements of her small hands. 

It wasn’t Noa’s intention to grind her lower half against him, she simply wanted to adjust her position, Or so she tells herself... Illumi for the first time in his life feels something ignite inside of him, a sense of desire, a desperate cry for contact.

With both hands around her waist he pushes her down against him to repeat the friction he just felt a moment ago. Noa let’s out a small moan and that sent Illumi overboard, not realizing his next move, he lifts Noa up from his lap and throws her against his bed. He climbs over her with one leg between her legs, the other still against the floor to act as support and his arms that hold him up. He leans down to kiss her again. Noa takes his close proximity as a chance to wrap her arms around his neck again and pull him closer to her. Noa thinks about wrapping one leg around his hips to pull him down, but she knew where her limits were. 

With every break to catch their breath, a small trail of saliva connecting their lips could be seen, but would soon disappear once their hungry lips were molded together again.

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Moments passed as the two laid in Illumi’s bed while they caught their breaths, it was the first time the two had gotten so physical. Not that they did anything, they both knew the line they could not cross.. Anything outside of marriage is frowned upon in both families. This alone would have both of them banned from seeing one another for life. 

“ Noa, you are to never kiss anyone but me.”

“ Is that so?” Noa chuckles panting trying to catch her breath -“Then how am I to do my job?”

“ You've done your job perfectly fine before.” Illumi retorts.

“ Hmm, My kisses are that addicting, you don’t want to share?” Noa laughs as she turns to face Illumi with an amused look on her face. 

“ I don’t share what is mine.” Illumi stares at his ceiling, refusing to meet Noa’s eyes.

“ Yours?” Noa lifts herself up and rests her weight on her arm, hovering over illumi, -“I wouldn’t go as far as saying I’m yours now.”

“ Noa, Kiss anyone else and they will be as good as dead.”

Noa laughs and leans in to give Illumi a small kiss against his lips. For a moment Illumi thinks he won the argument, but Noa refuses to be told what to do.

“ Mmmm and you don’t have a say in what I do.”

[sentientgolfball]

Someone a few days ago asked me why I don’t correct people when they misgender me and I’ve been thinking it about it nonstop so im gonna put all my thoughts under the cut. This isn’t like a vent btw it’s more like a…collecting my thoughts all in one place

I am openly nonbinary in my daily life…for the most part. I’m out to all my friends, I have a little pronouns pin on my bag, my preferred name and pronouns are on my school ID and when asked i introduced myself with my pronouns

But I won’t correct people. I won’t tell people either unless we get closer or I’m asked. Because I’m afraid. It has nothing to do with where I’m at, actually the school I go to is literally the most progressive school in my state. I feel genuinely safe here.

It’s because of where I came from. The Midwest is already touch and go, but coming from a small town in the middle of a cornfield? Yea it wasn’t good. I used to have a little pride flag wallet on my keychain and then I got followed home by multiple trucks after making a quick stop at Walmart. I got a new wallet the next day. I was 17 when that happened. I was one of the quiet kids in school and I listened to everything around me. I heard a lot of things that made me feel unsafe. I remember one of my teachers had us debate the ethics of allowing trans people in sports and only 3 people argued for trans athletes myself included. It sucked.

But now I’m here. I’m on the opposite side of my state in this is very open and very supportive community. Granted all it takes is about a 10-15 minute drive to be back in that territory but for a majority of my time I’m in an environment where I’m not 1 of 5 trans kid but 1 of hundreds. I know I’m safe. I know I’m not the only trans person my professors or coworkers have met.

I am still afraid. I’m afraid I’ll lose my job. I know this isn’t true because one of my coworkers is an openly trans woman. I’m afraid I’ll be followed home again.

And then I’m asked “why don’t you correct people?” It was actually my coworker who asked me this. I’m not upset with her, I told her she could ask whatever she wanted and I was happy to answer for her. It’s just…put a lot of things into perspective I hadn’t really thought about.

This year specifically for some reason I've also been thinking a lot about my gender. Tried a few different pronouns, got my first binder, realized I get top surgery and start T one day. Yet that one question for just a moment made me question everything. Made me stop and go "am I really nonbinary because I don't correct people?"

And I thought to myself "no that's silly" because if one of my friends ever purposefully misgendered me for no reason other than to not out me I'd feel wrong. Itchy. Because for a brief moment I considered using he/they pronouns and it just felt so wrong to be he. I am not a he or a she, I am a me. And idk that was really weird for me because I've never had that moment before. Granted I was never really in the space to explore my identity before but now that I have steady meals and my own little space my brain has been able to ponder.

I've been thinking about legally changing my name, but once again I am afraid. Doing it when I turn 21 in November would be easiest because I have to renew my ID anyways, but that means looking my parents in the eye and explaining. That would mean telling all my old lady coworkers at home why. That would mean telling my boss here why. And that scares me so much. Because once I do they'll look at me differently. But it would make my life so easy to be able to change my name before I graduate. Because then I can go into my career field as Rain and not [redacted]. Granted as a teacher I'll just be referred to by my last name 90% of the time which tbh is somehow worse than redacted?? Explain that one to me.

Idk this is a very long ramble that pretty much sums up to be I am nonbinary and I love being nonbinary but man is the brain a funky place.

[tickleraptorss]

All I Want For Christmas

a/n: HI @ragewerthers !!! im your squealing santa this year!!! i was so happy to be able to write some gladnis for you <333 hope you enjoy ^^ special thank you to @hypahticklish for hosting this year!! @squealing-santa

It isn’t a secret that Gladio loves Christmas. He always has. Probably always will. The second the clock hits November 1st, Gladio scrambles around the apartment he shares with Ignis and pulls out the Christmas decorations as if some sort of daemon of Christmas has possessed him. Gladio’s enthusiasm for the holidays is the exact reason why Ignis has taken quite a liking to it as well, not that he ever disliked it, of course, but the energy his boyfriend brings to the season tends to rub off on him. Plus, it gives him a good excuse to bake.

As the holidays draw closer and closer, the abundance of Christmas music grows, and Ignis doesn’t particularly mind it, surprisingly. While there are a few he dislikes, he thinks most of the songs are quite catchy. He often finds himself humming along to whatever tune is playing while he’s preparing dinner as Gladio sings dramatically (and admittedly not very well) in the background. Despite the confidence he exudes as he sings his heart out, Gladio somehow always, without fail, seems to forget the words at some point in every song.

Ignis thinks it’s hilarious, though he doesn't often show it.

“I don’t want a lot for christmas,” Gladio’s voice is way too deep to be singing All I Want For Christmas Is You, Ignis thinks. And yet, he persists, “there is just one thing I need~”

“Astrals,” Ignis mumbles under his breath, affectionately rolling his eyes at his goofball of a boyfriend as he dances around the living room. He’s only vaguely aware of what’s going on around him - he’s reading a book Noctis had gotten him as an early gift that the prince thought Ignis would be interested in. The advisor had to wonder if Noctis had been paying attention to the books he’d been reading because he doesn't recall ever telling him about his taste in mystery novels.

“I don’t care about the stockings underneath the Christmas tree,” Gladio is now suddenly much closer to his boyfriend, holding an imaginary microphone up to him. Well, so much for a peaceful afternoon of reading on the couch. The advisor can’t help but chuckle.

“If you wanted my attention so badly there are much less dramatic ways to tell me,” Ignis turns to face his boyfriend with an affectionate smile.

“My ‘dramatic’ methods get your attention faster,” the shield grins, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Ignis’ nose.

“How observant of you,” Ignis teases as Gladio settles down on the couch next to him, pulling him in for a warm cuddle. The shield’s strong arms wrap around his chest, consuming Ignis in a warmth and love he’ll never tire of.

“I’m always observing you, babe.”

“Oh, I’m fully aware, but I hope you know I have my own observations as well.”

“Oh? And what would those be?”

“That you still don’t know the words to All I Want For Christmas Is You,” Ignis smirks when Gladio huffs in annoyance.

“I do! I was just singing it!” Gladio argues.

“Stockings don’t go under the tree, darling,” it takes a moment for Gladio to realize that, yes, he mixed up the lyrics again. His brain has a habit of mixing up certain song lyrics and putting them in the wrong places like a mix-and-match puzzle that already has a solution.

“Okay, yeah, you’re right, but I know the words!”

“Of course, dear,” Ignis hums, amused at how offended Gladio looks. “And since you know the words, you should be able to tell me what lyrics are in the bridge of the song.” The advisor shifts slightly so he can look at Gladio, who looks like he’s running through the song in his head to try and remember the words.

“Wait, which part’s the bridge?”

Before Ignis even has the chance to stop himself, he bursts into laughter. The look on his boyfriend’s face was akin to a confused puppy and it was more than Ignis could handle.

“What? What's so funny?” Gladio asks with a slight chuckle of his own.

“A-Apologies,” Ignis manages in the midst of his giggling. “Your expression was just… priceless. The bridge of a song comes before the final chorus, typically.”

“Okay, uhh…” Gladio mumbles the song under his breath, “it goes… ‘all the light are blinding-’”

“No-”

“Whaddya mean ‘no!?’” Gladio exclaims, and try as he might, Ignis couldn’t contain himself again and burst out laughing. “Those are the words, I swear!”

“It’s ‘shining,’ not ‘blinding,’” Ignis snickers. Gladio responds with a huff of annoyance. “So, clearly, you don’t know the lyrics.”

“Hey, it was close enough!” Gladio pouts, which only serves to heighten Ignis’ fit of giggles. “What, you think that’s funny?” The shield’s tone suddenly shifts to one of mischief - one that Ignis recognizes all too well. Before he can act, however, two strong hands begin squeezing his sides. “I’ll give you somethin’ to really laugh about!”

“Wahait - Glahahadio!!” The advisor is immediately thrown into more laughter, though now it’s for an entirely different reason; a ticklish one. He squirms against his boyfriend, attempting to flee from the attack, only for Gladio to swing an arm around his chest. The shield starts to spider his fingers up and down Ignis’ sides, which earns him an uncharacteristic but adorable squeak.

“What’s the matter, babe? What’s got you all giggly?” Gladio grins, his free hand sweeping underneath Ignis’ shirt to scribble at his belly. Ignis makes an attempt to curl up and protect himself, but his boyfriend has no problem maneuvering around his half-hearted protective measures. Gladio’s sheer strength is one of the many things Ignis admires about his boyfriend, though it's sometimes used to gain an unfair advantage, he thinks.

“You're- Aha! Tihihickling-!” Ignis can't even finish his sentence. Anything he tries to say gets drowned out by his laughter.

“I’m tickling you?” Gladio chuckles when Ignis nods frantically. “Huh, I had no idea,” the shield’s fingers crawl higher, to Ignis’ ribs, and he’s rewarded with a yelp, more wriggling, and higher-pitched laughter. “Heh, bad spot?~”

“NohOHO! GlahahAAHADIO!!!” Even though his boyfriend had released his grip around his chest, Ignjs is immobilized by the ticklish sensations on his ribs. Gladio knows the exact amount of pressure to apply - not too rough, but not too soft - and it drives Ignis insane. He doubles over, attempting to curl up once more, only for Gladio to grab both his wrists and pin him to the couch.

Gladio momentarily lets up on the tickling as he straddles Ignis’ thighs. He indulges in the expression on his boyfriend’s face; his cheeks are painted a bright red and a nervous smile is beginning to form. His glasses have become askew, so Gladio gently grabs them and places them aside for now.

“So,” Gladio begins. “You gonna apologize for laughin’ at me?” The shield moves Ignis’ wrists into one hand only so he can taunt his boyfriend with wiggling fingers. While Ignis initially appears stubborn, Gladio detects a slight falter when the advisor is confronted with those threatening digits. Still, he remains silent and averts his gaze. “Alright, have it your way.”

Gladio’s fingers return to Ignis' sides, alternating between both of his sides as he squirms and attempts to bite back giggles. It’s a fruitless effort though, as the advisor’s laughter begins bubbling from his mouth as soon as Gladio’s hand slips underneath Ignis’ back. He squeals, snorts beginning to weave their way into Ignis’ now hysterical cackling as Gladio’s fingers spider up and down his lower back. Ignis certainly isn’t doing himself any favors by trying to arch away from the touch, if anything, he’s unintentionally granting Gladio more room to tickle his back.

“GlahAHAHADIO! NOhohOHO-!!” Ignis laughs, pulling at his wrists in an attempt to free himself. It’s no use against his boyfriend’s iron grip.

“You know how to get out of this,” Gladio raises an eyebrow and moves his hand upwards, now targeting a spot he knew the advisor couldn't stand - the back of his ribs.

“ALRIHIGHT! I’M- AHAHA!! I’m soHOHORRY!” That’s the last coherent sentence Ignis speaks before silent laughter overtakes him, but it’s all Gladio needs to hear. He releases his boyfriend's wrists and wraps his arms around him once again, effectively cradling him in his arms. Ignis pants and shivers at the tingling of his skin leftover from the attack he’d just withstood.

“Y’know, your laugh’s pretty cute,” Gladio smiles. “You should laugh more, just as long as it’s not at me forgetting song lyrics.” Ignis only hums in response as his boyfriend brings him back into a cuddle. Ignis rests his head on Gladio’s chest, still smiling from the tickle onslaught, but also at the warmth, care and love the shield shows him.

“Alright, I won’t laugh at your faulty memory,” Ignis chuckles. “I promise.”

[hausofmamadas]

PROMPT SCREAMING AS PROMISED:

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✸ You didn’t know how the two of you had gone from arguing in the car, to arguing while walking up the steps to your place, to suddenly being tangled up and pinned against the closed door of your apartment.

SKKSKSKSKS the way I saw this in my head as like a movie where it like freezes on the kissing and then Reader as a narrator just says over it “you might be wondering how we got here”

✸ It was a real choice, after all, for him to be giving you so much shit about making rash decisions when he’d made quite the habit of waving his gun around in spaces that he shouldn’t.

PFFTTTTJDJDJDJR NO IM CACKLING bc soemthing about the phrasing “it was a real choice” is making my cryyyyyy laughing, like for Steve to be throwing shade, yeah, that is a fucking choice and tbh homies makes a lot of Roastable Choices

✸ He leaned in, closing what little shred of distance he’d put between you, his nose brushing against yours. “You fuckin’ are.”

Forgive me father, for I have sinned, it has been 29 years since my last confession but dear god, I’m having one FOR STEVE FUCJINGJDJEHEHDJSIWKWNE MURPHY LITERALLY MY ARCHNEMESIS/FRENEMY AND THE SEAMS OF REALITY ARE SPLITTING APART AS WE SPEAK. “You fuckin’ are.” Good goddamn

✸ He let go of your wrists, hands dropping so that they were balled into the collar of your shirt instead. Somehow you almost felt more trapped that way even though you had back the use of your hands.

I feel lien it’s more trapping bc his hands are within much more successful throttling distance which is both hot and scary and hot becuase it’s scary? What’s wrong with me? Don’t answer that, we already know

✸ ... and while the logical part of your brain was telling you that you should try to quit while you were still half a stride ahead of whatever mess this was about to turn into, another part of you was saying that the way was already an absolute shitshow, so what was one more thing?

STTOTOTOTOTPPPPPSJDJDJDJDJN NO BC I AM FUCKING ROLLING AROUND MY FLOOR GIGGLING INTO MY SCREEN bc let’s just say, I have much like the one true hillbilly hubby Steve Murphy made some of my own Roastable Choices, alright, and this is always the fucking thought process withiut fail. Oh it’s already on fire? The extinguishers way too far away, I don’t even know where to begin spraying it, so fuck it, let’s just dump summore lighter fluid on this shit instead, and watch it all BURN BABY BURN

✸ The slight hitch in his breathing when you started on the button and zipper of his pants wasn’t lost on you.

the way it’s supposed to be lost on me??????? Bc Steve Murphy is my one true nemesis in all things Narcos but liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkkkeeeeeeeee?????????? It’s actually not????????????????,,,,, at all?????))?))? SO THANKS FOR THAT I GUES????????????,,,,, whateevr I hate you

✸ It was close, almost cramped quarters on the couch for the two of you, but it’d work. It was fitting. Maybe if he was in the mood to clean up the mess of the day rather than make it worse you would’ve let him fuck you on your bed.

NOOOOOSTJJRJDJDJR I CANNTKTJFNFNRN BC LITERALLY THE LOGIC IS SO SOUND IN THIS AND LIKE GOTDDAMMIT THAT STUBBORN MF DOESNT DESERVE A BED WITH THAT FUCKIN ATTITUDE SKSJS I CANT SKDJDJD IM ACTUALLY CHOKINGKDJDJE

✸ ... but you only made it about three-fourths of the way before every single type of frustration coursing through you got the better of you and you ripped the remaining few, hearing a couple of them clatter on the floor.

Much like a hair pulling moment, i feel one Can never go wrong with a ripping open shirt moment

✸ Steve mumbled something against your lips, a sentence you couldn’t quite make out but you knew that he wasn’t thanking you for what you’d just done.

Sidjejejejejejjjejejsjsjsjje okay, you can never go wrong with a ripping shirt open moment ESPECIALLY if the result is a cantankerous Agent Steve Murphtdjddjdjdj like the actual cherry on top of my sundae right there

✸ His hips snapped against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back, asking for more with everything but your words.

GOD BUT THEN YOU UUST GIVE ME WHIPLASH SERIOUSLYYYYYYIDJDUEHEHEHSHBEHEHWHEB like I generally find Steve to be a ridiculous man. I don’t hate him, but sometimes he makes me roll my eyes so hard, they could just about fall out of my head so YOU KNOW THIS SHIT IS HOT IF, ME, OF ALL PPL, IS LIKE “y’know i don’t enjoy pie but I will 10000000000% take a slice of that Steve Murphy pie, thanku very much”

✸ ... there would be a mark left behind when this was all over. Just another piece of the mess. What was one more bruise?

I don’t know if this was on purpose sksj but the logic of this like being the exact same logic of like “well, sexing my partner whom I have a notoriously contentious professional relationship with seems kinda messy, but since I haven’t even begun to clean up the pieces of my life that are strewn around, fuck it!!!” Like skejejhbw as if there was no other choice but to fuck

✸ And as much as you wanted to make things more difficult just for the sake of doing so, you found yourself nodding instead, curiosity beyond piqued at the way things were unfolding.

KSKSKSKSKSKE that feel when horny trumps oppositional defiance order aka my tendency to be a professional pain in your ass and yes I know the feeling well sksksb

✸ “Steve?” you said, voice still a bit raspy.

“Yea?”

“Get the fuck off me.”

PFTTTKDJDJDJDJSJSJSJHSHSHSHAJSSJSJSJSJNSKKSDKDKSKSKJDKDKE IMSOSORRY YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME, THERES JUST NO WAY YOU DIDNT WRITE THIS FOR ME LIKE I KNOW THE WORLD DOESNT REVOLVE AROUND ME BUT LIKE IT ABSOLUTELY DOES IN THIS CASE BC THIS IS EVERYTHING, THIS IS LIFE ITSELF AS WE KNOW IT

✸ “What,” he gestured vaguely in the air, “the fuck now?”

PFTTTKDJDJDB THE WAY I CAN SEE, HEAR, SMELL, TOUCH, TASTE THIS EXAVTLY

✸ You’d decide for sure in the morning if it was worth the trouble it caused.

I cannot believe I’m saying this. Me. Me of all people. Me who roasts tf out of Steve Murphy for pretty much everything he does in matters of work, life, love, everything. I give this man not a single victory, except that ...... god, and this might actual kill me to say but possibly ... perchance ..... highly likely in fact ..... it appears .... as though Agent Steve Murphy categorically fucks and it was probably worth whatever mess it created KSKSKSJSJS like homie was on his game. And it never ceases to shock me when I find myself feeling compelled to give him any shred of credit but somehow you find a way to get me to like this silly mf when you write him

Right For Once

Steve Murphy x F!Reader

For the @narcosfandomdiscord July Smut Alphabet prompt: angry sex

Warnings: 18+, language, smut, choking

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Me?? Doing a smut challenge despite typically avoiding writing smut like it's the plague?? It's more likely than you think!! Honestly, I'm super excited to see what I end up coming up with for this challenge. Here's to getting out of our comfort zones in July. 😌 Kicking things off with Steve Murphy because I can lmao

Narcos Taglist: @garbinge @winchestershiresauce @sizzlingcloudmentality @panagiasikelia @616wilsons @hauntedforsst @mirabee @buckybarneshairpullingkink @boomclapxox @nessamc @southotheborder @supersanelyromantic @padbrookcottage @mysun-n-stars @raincoffeeandfandoms @justreblogginfics @ashlingnarcos @proceduralpassion @artemiseamoon @narcolini @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

You didn’t know how the two of you had gone from arguing in the car, to arguing while walking up the steps to your place, to suddenly being tangled up and pinned against the closed door of your apartment. The entire drive back to your place, Steve hadn’t had a single good thing to say to you. And you were pissed off enough to reciprocate his energy. The two of you were physically and mentally beat up after how the day had gone, but you weren’t too tired to refrain from picking a fight. It was a real choice, after all, for him to be giving you so much shit about making rash decisions when he’d made quite the habit of waving his gun around in spaces that he shouldn’t.

But now all the snide remarks were being muted as his lips moved against yours, teeth pulling at yours just slightly. His hands were wrapped around your wrists, keeping your arms pinned above your head while he used his torso to keep you pressed tight between him and the door. One of his legs was wedged between yours, and you hated the way that your body automatically responded by grinding against him.

He finally pulled his lips off of yours, dragging your bottom lip just enough to make it sting as he did. You were fighting to catch your breath, your mind in complete disarray from everything, from the day, from the fact that you could feel the warmth of Steve’s breath against your face as he stayed so close to you.

“And I’m the reckless one,” you snapped with a roll of your eyes. Your sarcasm would’ve hit a little harder if you didn’t sound so breathless.

His grip on your wrists tightened. He leaned in, closing what little shred of distance he’d put between you, his nose brushing against yours. “You fuckin’ are.”

You shook your head at him, giving him a little resistance, trying to fight back against his hold on you just enough. It got you nowhere, of course. If anything, it just had him pinning you harder, his hips pressed against yours.

“This is you using good judgment, then?” you asked, knowing that he could hear the smugness in your tone even though his face was too close to yours for him to see it in your expression.

He let go of your wrists, hands dropping so that they were balled into the collar of your shirt instead. Somehow you almost felt more trapped that way even though you had back the use of your hands.

“Do you know what could’ve happened out there? What shit you could’ve fuckin’ landed yourself in? Landed all of us in?”

You leaned back, letting the back of your head tap against the door behind you. “Why don’t you fucking enlighten me, Agent Murphy?”

“Do you think that you weren’t wrong?”

You scoffed, trying to remain as collected as you could given the circumstances. “You’ve made it pretty goddamn clear that I was wrong, Steve.” You paused. “Got a weird way of showing it, but—”

The tic in his jaw was impossible to miss. You could only imagine what he was thinking, the remarks in his head that he wanted to say. You were waiting for it, for the next verbal blow. How he hadn’t exhausted himself between base and your apartment was beyond you.

Instead of coming back with another comment, he pinned you with another bruising kiss. You knew it was coming this time, and while the logical part of your brain was telling you that you should try to quit while you were still half a stride ahead of whatever mess this was about to turn into, another part of you was saying that the way was already an absolute shitshow, so what was one more thing? Steve was already pissed at you about literally everything else, so why not just throw this on the pile? At least this would be something the two of you could be mad about tomorrow, when you were done being mad about everything that had happened today.

One of his hands moved from your collar up to the side of your neck. His thumb pressed just beneath your chin, keeping your head tilted at just the right angle to keep your lips on his. You busied yourself with undoing the buckle of his belt. The slight hitch in his breathing when you started on the button and zipper of his pants wasn’t lost on you.

Bringing your hands up to his chest, you rested your palms flat against him before pushing him back. It wasn’t out of resistance this time, not trying to push him away from you. Both of you were fully resigned to whatever mistake this ended up being now. Your push this time was a direction. Rough guidance, the only kind either of you really knew how to give. And he followed the cue, allowing you to get him back to the couch in the center of your living room.

When Steve felt the backs of his legs press against the sofa, he made a point to stop, to not let you keep pushing. His hands gripped onto your hips, pivoting the two of you so that you now had your back to the couch. He pushed you back just enough for you to fall back onto the cushions and he was on you in an instant.

Before you could take too much time to think about it, your shoes and jeans were on the floor and Steve was hovering over you. It was close, almost cramped quarters on the couch for the two of you, but it’d work. It was fitting. Maybe if he was in the mood to clean up the mess of the day rather than make it worse you would’ve let him fuck you on your bed.

You were pushing his jeans down off his waist just as he was curling his fingers into the waistband of your underwear. He pulled them down your legs at the same time he pulled himself away from you. He only put enough distance between you so that he could take off and cast aside his own clothes. Then he was right back on you, pulling up the bottom hem of your shirt to peel it off over your head. You’d started off undoing the buttons on his shirt, but you only made it about three-fourths of the way before every single type of frustration coursing through you got the better of you and you ripped the remaining few, hearing a couple of them clatter on the floor.

Steve mumbled something against your lips, a sentence you couldn’t quite make out but you knew that he wasn’t thanking you for what you’d just done. Whatever rebuttal you would’ve come up with was lost the second you felt his hand running up the inside of your thigh. The string of curses that you let out under your breath when his fingers slipped between your legs was something he would’ve taken more pride in on a different day under different circumstances.

Your legs were just beginning to tremble when he pulled his hand away. Your head dropped back against the cushion as you muttered an exasperated, “Fuck me.”

Steve let your annoyed statement act as an instruction as he gripped onto your hips and pushed into you. Your legs immediately hooked around his waist, locking him to you. His hips snapped against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back, asking for more with everything but your words. His lips slid down the column of your neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there until they sunk in right where your neck met your shoulder. You arched into him at the contact, nails setting in a little deeper.

You knew from the second he pulled his mouth off of you that there would be a mark left behind when this was all over. Just another piece of the mess. What was one more bruise?

He put enough distance between the two of you so that he could look down at you and really see you. Despite the motions that you were going through, the peculiar intimacy of it all, you could still see and feel the tension between you. Even knowing it wasn’t going to fix the issue, you still didn’t want to stop. A thought crossed your mind in scattered fragments that you would rather take all of Steve’s anger like this, let it be a problem between the two of you that you tried to work out this way, instead of him constantly making his anger everyone else’s problem that he came across. This had to be better than that, right? It certainly felt better for the moment.

His hand slid up your stomach and over your chest, creeping higher until his hand was resting around your throat. He didn’t say anything for a moment, and neither did you. The look on his face asked the question for him, because he was an asshole, sure, and he had been beyond pissed off with you all day, but still. He still hesitated with the silent question.

You were pissed off too. With him and just about everything else. But right now it was just you and him. And as much as you wanted to make things more difficult just for the sake of doing so, you found yourself nodding instead, curiosity beyond piqued at the way things were unfolding.

His hand tightened and your eyes instantly fluttered shut, body arching into him before you even knew what you were doing. Your eyes were closed and you couldn’t see him, but you heard the breathy, “Fuck,” he let out at the sight of you like that. For a brief moment he almost forgot the hell you’d put him through.

He heard the shaky gasp of a breath that you pulled in despite his grip. He could feel the way your body began to tremble the closer you got to release. Your nails bit into his arm, his shoulder, but you weren’t fighting against him. You were just out of ways to pull him closer so you had to settle for that.

Something about the sight of you like that, coming undone beneath him, looking so blissed out despite having no right after all the hell you’d caused, sent him over the edge right after you. His hand slipped away from your throat as he collapsed against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck for a moment as he felt the thudding of your heart, listened to the sound of you sucking in a full breath. Your hands rested on his back, flat, gentle compared to the way you’d been raking your nails against him before.

Once the two of you had started to catch your breath, you let your hands drift so that they were resting against his sides. “Steve?” you said, voice still a bit raspy.

He pulled back, looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t quite piece apart. “Yea?”

“Get the fuck off me.” You started to push him away from you, not roughly, but you needed the breathing space. “Please,” you added on, the ultimate afterthought.

He scoffed and shook his head, but he did what you said. You were pretty sure it was the first time you’d ever seen Steve without something to say. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he gathered his clothes off the floor. He tossed you yours as he came across them, and you shimmied into them the best you could from your current position on the couch.

Once he was dressed, his shirt open at the bottom because of the missing buttons, Steve ran his hands back through his hair. His face was flushed, tinged pink in a way that you might’ve found endearing if you weren’t so annoyed still.

He let out a deep sigh before looking over at you. “So…”

You sat up, swinging your legs off the couch so you were sitting on it properly. Bracing your arms against your thighs, you repeated the word back to him. “So?”

“What,” he gestured vaguely in the air, “the fuck now?”

You shrugged, running your hands down your face. “You can stay and we can keep arguing, or you can leave and we can argue again tomorrow.”

His brows knit. “You don’t think we should talk about—”

“Is it gonna change anything?” you asked, cutting him off. “I mean, really. Is anything actually different now?”

“I mean, yea, I was just fuckin’—” he stopped himself short this time, shaking his head. “You know what? You’re right.” He threw his hands up in defeat.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Wow. First time I’ve heard you say that all day.”

“It’s the first time you haven’t been wrong all day,” he rebutted.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for making sure I got home safe, Agent Murphy. Now get the fuck out of my apartment.”

You weren’t yelling, but the look on Steve’s face had you thinking that he almost wished that you were. At least then he’d have a reason to respond in kind. Instead, he shook his head as he made his way to the door. He muttered under his breath, “Fuckin’ unbelievable.”

If your head had been a little less foggy, you would’ve gotten the last word in. Instead, all you got was the sound of your apartment door slamming. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned back against the back of your couch, staring up at your apartment ceiling. On top of everything else, now you had this to deal with too. You’d decide for sure in the morning if it was worth the trouble it caused.

[winter-darling]

May i request comfort for rui, akito and touya where theyre having dinner with readers family but they keep saying harmful things about them that arent true and being overall toxic? Im in a similar situation where my brother blames me for everything and everyones shaming me when its not my fault

Very sorry that’s happening to u :(

Sosososo sorry for the long wait, i’ve had like no motivation to finish this and it kinda seems half assed towards the end

And ty to milk who helped with this cuz brain is dead

AKITO SHINONOME

-ohboy he’s pissed to say the least

-will throw back pretty much anything they've said about you back at them

-mf almost broke the fucking table

********

You all sat at the dining table, silently munching on the food your mother had prepared. The sounds of utensils hitting against the plates echoed across the room.

Panic washed over you, you knew one of your family members would eventually make a comment about you.

Not today, please. You thought to yourself.

You tried to ease the intensity of your shaking hands, and avoided looking up. Akito, who sat beside you, caught onto how you’ve been acting. Ever since the two of you arrived at your family’s home, you were awfully quiet. He brushed it off since he thought it was just you nervous about him meeting your family, but still kept close attention to how you were.

“So, do tell how you managed to date someone so out of your league” your brother teased.

“Yeah, you’re so unorganized, and you look so pathetic when next to someone who clearly has their things set straight.” Your mother added on.

You dropped the utensil that was in your hand and just sat there, trembling helplessly knowing you couldn’t talk back to them, as you knew that would only result in them throwing more insults at you.

“Excuse you?” A voice announced, and you knew exactly who it was. You could tell just from his tone that he was furious.

“What? You don’t agree?” Your mother said with a cocky grin on her face.

“The hell is wrong with you?” Akito argued. His fist hit the table. You winced from the sudden bang that rattled the table, the plates and silverware clanging from the force serving as another ringing in your ear.

“I’d like to know if you’re better than them; if you’ve actually gone farther than they have in your life. Do you actually think you can achieve something from doing shit like this?

To your own damn child?”

Your mother stood in shock, still trying to register what he said while her grin faded.

“And you have the nerve to call them pathetic. So how ‘bout this, shut your mouth.” The boy added.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder,

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

*********

You both left the gathering, and just walked together back to his home. Hand in hand, and with silence.

“Why didn’t you say something back to them?” He questioned, fury hinted in his words.

You didn’t respond. You simply just continued walking while staring at the ground.

Akito comes to a sudden halt. Which had caused you to pause as well.

“Answer me, please.” He added, while turning towards you.

At this point, he was desperate for a response. He didn’t understand why you didn’t defend yourself.

You couldn’t bring yourself to lock eyes with him. The swirling feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over you as you recalled the events that happened not too long ago. The stinging in your eyes warned you about the tears that had welled up, threatening to spill.

“I’m just scared, Akito” you muttered out, voice cracking.

“Why?”

“My family always liked ruining people’s view of me, throwing around things I've never said or done. I didn’t want you to fall for that.”

He couldn’t really figure out a way to respond. But nonetheless, he took some time for himself to recollect his thoughts.

“Look, you don’t seem like the kind of person to do any harm to other people. Even if you parents told me some bs like that, I wouldn't believe it.”

You smiled from the reassurance. Overwhelmed with your current emotions, you couldn’t help but cry, while embracing Akito in a hug.

TOYA AOYAGI

-anger builds up as they progress w/ the comments

-literally just gets up and leaves with you

-doesnt feel like wasting his time on something so stupid since most of the time its projecting

-not leaving ur side for the rest of the night

*******

“So you’re dating someone who actually has decent grades? Maybe you’re using him for your own benefits. How selfish!”

“No, Mom. It’s not like that at all!

Why won’t you listen to me?!”

This only caused your mother to fume at your sudden 'attitude', raising her voice as she continued to accuse you of other matters at hand. The constant yelling filled the dining room, ruining the atmosphere of a peaceful dinner you'd hoped to have.

Toya had been silently watching this argument go on for the past few minutes. Frustration with your mothers accusations slowly crept up on him. He figured the only way out of this was to just.. leave. He didn’t appreciate how cruel your mother was to you.

He rose from his chair, and held your hand with a gentle, yet firm grip. When you looked up towards him, he announced,

“I appreciate the gesture of inviting us over, but I think I've heard enough.

*******

The setting sun illuminates toya's darkened room as you lay there within his arms; in a comfortable silence. It was peaceful and calm, much different from the situation that had happened before. You felt oddly drained from spending all your energy arguing with your mom so you drift in and out of sleep, clinging onto consciousness.

Toya had recognized your current state, and had thought it’d be best for you to stray into slumber. He wants you to forget the worries of your mother, and once you regain your energy, he will continue to remind you that he knows you're not what your mother accuses you about.

With a gentle smile he begins to hum a small tune that drifts throughout his room while stroking your hair in a loving manner.

Eventually, the boy heard your soft breathing, realizing you had finally fallen asleep.

“Sleep well, my love”

RUI KAMISHIRO

-favorite

-kinda like akito but much calmer abt it

-if u walk out he’ll excuse himself but also call them out before he leaves

-will also roast the living hell out of them tbh

-just walks u to his home holding ur hand like the world is ending

*****

The evening with your family had been going well. Everyone got along with Rui, cracking jokes once in a while, and occasional chit-chat about interests they shared.

“Can you throw this out, y/n?” Your mother asked, her tone hinting it was more of a demand rather than a favor.

“Not right now ma, could I do it when I finish my food?”

“It’s a simple task! Why can’t you do it now?! You good-for-nothing-“

A voice interrupted her;

“If it’s so simple, then do it yourself,” The boy retorted.

“But-“

“You said it was a simple task, correct? I think you’re more than capable of doing it yourself.” Rui added, his signature cheeky grin sat upon his face.

This situation with your mother occurs often, and you didn’t feel like going over this for the 100th time. You got up from your chair, and without a word, you left the dining room and eventually left the house.

Rui wasn’t very pleased with your mother’s cruel way of treating you.

“If you’ll excuse me, I'll be leaving now.”

************

The both of you walked back to Rui’s place, although your mind wandered elsewhere, disregarding the boy who eyed you concerned. Your grip on his hand tightens due to your tense state, but that was quickly broken when you felt his thumb tracing small circles on your hand as an act of comfort. You glanced at him to only be met with his soft smile.

[schneesisterss]

Do you have any head cannons for the other Dimitrescu sisters? I loved your takes on Cassandra!

thank you! <3 and Of Course I have headcannons for the other two. (though not as extensive as the ones I have for Cassandra bc you know... brain rot) BUT HERE:

Daniela:

ADD/ADHD representation

stims include, but not limited to: jumping, hard blinking, leg bouncing, word/phrase/noise repetition, and fidgeting with her clothing

and i’m also CONVINCED she gets the zoomies at random times of the day

Alcina, hearing loud and fast footsteps up and down her hallway at 3am: *sigh* “Daniela! Take it outside!”

followed by a loud THUMP and painful groan (she definitely ran into a wall)

hates loud noises but simultaneously has no volume control

especially when she gets excited

Cassandra has to constantly remind her to lower her voice

“AND THEN I TOOK MY KNIFE AND STABBED THE LYCAN IN THE NECK AND IT WAS SO COOL—”

“Dani, i’m standing right here, why are you yelling?”

she loves play-fighting with her sisters

Cassandra is more willing to entertain her than Bela but the both of them like to see their sister happy. so whenever they recognize Daniela getting antsy they’ll wrestle with her a bit

(Cassandra gets way to into it sometimes and makes Bela be the referee lol. Cass always ends up pinning her younger sister with a proud, competitive smile on her face. Bela let’s Dani win, but we don’t tell her that)

has the keenest senses of the three which makes her the best at stalking/killing pray

and since she can hear the best out of all of them, she unintentionally eves drops on conversations

so Daniela, bless her, has all the tea

tactile learner

will just. touch things

“Life hard, Mothers gown soft”

can get trapped in her own head and doesn’t know how to express to her family what’s bothering her

this can make her very reserved at times and she’ll distance herself for days on end

her mother is really the only person who knows how to get her out of that state. Alcina walks up the long flight of stairs to the highest point of her castle. her youngest daughter likes to come here sometimes when she needs the quiet. “Daniela? Are you up here?”

“Hello, Mother.” Alcina looks up to see her daughter lounging on a banister high up on the ceiling.

“What are you doing up there, my love?” Daniela rubs the fabric of her dress between her fingers. “Cassandra and Bela were arguing again. I don’t like when Cassandra yells.”

Alcina shakes her head. Those two were always going at it. She’ll speak to Bela about it later. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.” Daniela then grabs a fist full of her dress and tugs at it, blinking hard. “Come down for a moment. Talk to me, baby.”

and Daniela simply rolls herself off the banister and into free fall. Alcina, already prepared, catches her with ease and holds her bridal style against her chest. Daniela runs her hands over the sleeve of her mother’s dress.

Alcina gave her youngest child time to gather her thoughts, knowing it sometimes takes longer for her to be able to understand them herself. Daniela finally spoke up: “It’s been very loud recently. Around the castle. Small things, like footsteps or glasses clicking, they sound so loud in my head.” She covers her ears with her hands. “Even now I can still hear Cassandras voice through the castle, it’s pushing in my ears. My head hurts, Mother.”

Alcina gave her daughter a quick squeeze before setting her down. “Follow me baby, I want to show you something.” Daniela followed her Mother through the twists and turns of the castle until they ended up at a door that was just like all the others. It blended in and maybe that’s why Daniela has never noticed it before. “In here.” her mother guided.

Inside was a small library and lounge room. A fire place tucked in the corner and, of course, a wall a wine next to it. Daniela looked at her Mother questioningly.

“Listen.” her mother said, and Daniela did. She heard... nothing. Nothing outside of the quiet cracking of the fire place. “This room is sound proofed. Come here whenever you feel overwhelmed.” She leaned down to stroke her daughters head. “Just don’t tell your sisters I showed you my secret getaway room.” and with a wink, the tall woman exited the room and shut the door behind her.

The next day Daniela was at breakfast like nothing had changed. She didn’t even mind when Cassandra yelled at a maiden for breaking a plate, it only made her laugh.

(if you get overstimulated you KNOW what i’m talking about)

personal space? never heard of her.

loves to cling to Belas arm and Bela let’s her bc she thinks it’s just. so cute.

will also sometimes just crawl into her mothers lap and fall asleep. then Alcinas like: “well.. i guess i’m not moving for three hours”

Daniela: “if I run an jump at Cassandra, she’ll most certainly catch me.” *takes off in a full blown sprint*

Cassandra: “NO IM HOLDING HOT TEA—” *drops tea to catch Daniela* *proceeds to cuss her younger sister out, all while Dani is wrapped around her like a koala*

(this happens a lot. Dani will just... climb on Cassandra. piggy back rides, getting on her shoulders, wrapping her hands around her neck from behind and letting her feet drag on the floor, etc. Cassandra complains adamantly but never once moves to get her off)

Cassandra: “hey Dani, I dare you too—”

Bela: “Mother said Daniela isn’t allowed to accept dares anymore.”

Daniela: “apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety.’”

it takes a lot for Daniela to get genuinely angry, but when she does, it’s.... bad.

Very Very Scary when mad

turns into a completely different person that you Do NOT want to fuck with

dangerous and violent

much more dark and sadistic as compared to her normal personality

came home one night covered in blood and laughing hysterically. it scared the shit out of her sisters bc if they would try and get close, she’d slash at them with her weapon.

(this was one of the only times Bela had seen Cassandra genuinely worried and afraid for their sister)

when Alcina came to see what was wrong, Daniela, still laughing madly, swung at her too. Cassandra quickly shot out her arm and grabbed Belas elbow to stop her from getting involved. Bela whipped around with a growl but Cassandras glare and squeezing nails told her to back down. Mother can handle it.

Insane Laugh™️

thinks it’s funny to intimidate the maidens by showing her fangs and snapping her jaw

she often likes to find Bela when she’s reading a book to convince her to read to her (Bela almost always complies)

that’s it for Daniela. just a hyperactive baby with a murder streak <3 ONTO THE FINAL SISTER

Bela:

Mama’s (and I cannot stress this enough) Girl

needs constant reassurance that’s she’s doing a good job and yes this reassurance can ONLY come from her mother

INSOMNIAC

this girl never sleeps, pls baby you need some rest

she spends the time she should be sleeping reading books or running errands for her mother (whether Alcina asked her to or not)

she has read almost every single book in their giant library

Cassandra doesn’t understand this at all

“Why are you always cooped up in here?” Bela glanced up over the pages of her book at her younger sister. “This is the library Cassandra. Take a wild guess.” her voice was completely level and had no inflection. Cassandra gritted her teeth, “You think your so much better than me.” Bela sighed and closed her book. She didn’t want to do this again. “No. I don’t.” she said seriously. Cassandra eyed her for a moment then looked away, Bela saw the guilt on her face before she turned on her heal. “You’re so boring.”

because she reads so much, she is incredibly smart and just knows facts about random things

Daniela, daydreaming: “I wonder why grass is green.”

Bela, immediately: “the pigment that most grasses produce, Chlorophyll, absorbs almost all blue and red light and reflects green light which is why we see green. so I mean, technically grass is every single color EXCEPT for green.

Dani, confused as fuck: ....

Cass: “Bitch, how do you even know that?”

Bela’s sisters just end up using her as Google

“Hey Bela, how far away is the moon?” “238,900 miles.”

“Hey Bela, how many different climates are there?” “Twelve”

“Hey Bela, what’s the worlds deadliest poison?” “Botulinum... why?” “No reason.” “Dani. WHY?”

“Hey Bela, how much can I sell a human skull on the black market for?” Bela, concerned: “Cassandra why would—” “HOW MUCH?” “Well... are all the teeth still in tact?” “...No.” “Than only about $500.” “FUCK.”

“Hey Bela, I have this weird rash on my back and—” “Daniela. Do not finish that sentence. Go ask Mother.”

she is so quiet

and not just because she doesn’t talk very loud or even much at all. she’s just So. Silent. when she moves

just pops up in random places without anyone hearing her approach

even Daniela can’t hear her coming, which is saying something

Cassandra, minding her own business, drinking blood tea: .....

Bela, suddenly right next to her: “Hey I was wondering if— stop screaming, it’s me— have you seen Mothers lipstick? It’s missing.”

refuses any type of help with anything or else she feels like she failed that task

Never asks for help, Never asks for favors, and Never Ever will burden her Mother with any of her problems. Ever.

(Alcina thinks this is ridiculous. her eldest daughter pushes herself too hard.)

Anxiety™️

sometimes when her anxiety becomes too much she shuts down and becomes very indifferent to things around her. this has caused many fights between herself and Cassandra because Cass will get really fired up when all Bela does is respond with a monotone voice and blank stare.

overthinks literally everything and is a perfectionist

this makes her prone to panic attacks :(

when this happens she shuts herself in her room, not wanting to bother her Mother or sisters

Bela closes her bedroom door behind her and stumbles to her knees. she can’t seem to get air into her lungs no matter how hard she tried. she had failed. Mother asked her to bring her the head of that stupid man-thing, but somehow he knew their weakness.

how could he know? are Cassandra and Daniela ok? where are they? where is Mother?

Belas breathing was shallow and short, her chest burns as she presses her forehead into the ground. She claws the skin of her chest raw, leaving angry, red marks behind, desperately trying to open her lungs.

she stays as quiet as she can, only gasping few and far between. she will not be a burden. she should deal with the consequences of her failure. alone.

a sudden knock on her door makes her scramble backwards on her bottom till her back hits the opposite wall. then Belas worst nightmare, her Mothers voice.

“Bela?! Bela, is that you?” Alcinas words were rushes and worried. the door handle jiggled. “Bela, baby the door is locked, please let me in.” Bela covered her mouth and cried silently while her Mother begged to be let in.

the sound of snapping wood had Belas eyes flying open, her Mother had broken down the door. Bela shrunk into herself. She’s going to be so mad. I’m a failure. the ringing in her ears became so intense she couldn’t hear anything else.

large, soft hands cup her cheeks and a muffled voice through the air: “Bela, my love, you’re alright thank god. Are you hurt anywhere? Let me see.”

Bela pushed weakly at her Mothers arms and said between sobs, “I-I’m sorry, M-Mother.”

Alcina looked at her eldest daughter with confusion, she had no physical wounds, but the look on her face was heartbreaking. “What are you sorry for, my love?” this only made Belas breathing spend up even more, her face red from the lack of oxygen. Alcina quickly pulled her in close.

“Now Bela, listen to the sound of my voice,” she said it gently but just hard enough to grab her daughters attention. “I need you to copy my breath. Do it now, love, listen to me. Do what i’m telling you to.” Alcina took exaggerated breaths and noticed that instantly after her command, Bela had tried to follow, but the smaller girls breath was still choppy and small. Alcina rubbed a thumb across Belas cheek. “You’re doing so well baby. Keep going just like that. Good girl.” a smaller hand was placed on her arm and grabbed at her sleeve. “Good baby, use me to ground yourself. Keep breathing now, you’re doing so good.” Alcina kept whispering soft encouragements and praises until her daughters breathing was back to normal and she was laying limp on her chest.

Alcina moved the hair away from Belas face. “What a good girl, you did so well.” Bela squeezed her eyes shut and pushed into her Mother until her face was hidden. “I’m sorry Mother.” came a muffled apology, though her voice was much more steadier than before. “I failed you, I couldn’t stop the man-thing. He shot at the windows! He knows our weakness, Mother. What are we going to do? Where’s Daniela and Cassandra, are they ok? I should have stopped him for you I’m so sorry I—”

“Quiet.” Bela immediately seals her lips and looks away, already extracting herself from her Mother’s arms. She probably hates her. Alcina simple tugs her back and forces Bela to look in her eyes with a quick tap to the forehead. “Bela, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Her daughters eyes go wide and she nods. “You have nothing to apologize for. This is not you’re fault and I will not allow you to think that way. Plus, the man-thing won’t bother us any longer, I took care of it.”

“But—” Alcina raises an eyebrow and Bela gives in, nodding hesitantly. “Good girl.” Bela exhales through her nose at the phrase and squeezes her Mother’s sleeve again. They sit like that for a few more moments, calming down.

Bela suddenly shoots up. “Daniela, Cassandra, are they—” “They’re fine my dear, Daniela got a little banged up, but Cassandra was already patching her up before I could even get close. We didn’t know where you were, that’s why I was so worried.” Bela relaxed and again nuzzled her nose into her Mother’s chest, took one more deep breath, then stood. “I’m going to go check on them.”

She steps through the now empty door frame and pauses. She spoke without turning around: “I won’t fail you again, Mother.” and shifts into a cloud of flies and disappears.

(am I projecting again? idk help)

can play the piano

no like you don’t understand, she is so good at piano

this girl has mastered songs by composers like Liszt, Beethoven, and Ravel

she’ll play for hours on end, if she starts a new piece she Will Not get up until she can play it through perfectly

she pretends not to notice Cassandra secretly listening to her play, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf

while her younger sisters always jump head first into a fight, Bela takes a more calculating approach. learning her enemies movements from afar before advancing and ending it in like 3 quick moves.

“Well Bela, if Mother asked you to jump off a bridge, would you?”

Bela, already climbing over the railing: “Hm?”

and there you go for Bela! my sweet child.. please learn self-care.

*ahem* I went overboard again didn’t I? WELP. I regret nothing. Give me more headcannons.

[reidsnose]

makeup (spencer reid x reader)

overview: reader is wayy to tired to take care of herself, good thing her bestie spencer is there

genre: fluff

a/n: this one made me all giddy but shes a shorty too oops hahha lmk what yall think :)

masterlist

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sharing a hotel room with Spencer wasn't an incredibly uncommon occurrence. you two were best friends and would spend most days at each other's apartments anyway, plus the bureau did not mind saving some extra money down sizing rooms every now and then.

so you sat on your bed, particularly exhausted after todays work day. the case was yet to be over and you could really use some sleep before returning to looking at crime scene photos and interviewing creeps.

Spencer watched amused as you huffed out a long breath and flopped onto the mattress, still in your work clothes.

"whats wrong?" he asked crossing to the bathroom, toothbrush wiggling with each word from the corner of his mouth.

"im so tired i dont want to take off my make up," you groaned, just the idea of putting in any effort into anything made you exponentially more exhausted.

"do you want me to do it?" he asked with a mouthful of toothpaste, popping his head around the corner.

"would you really?" you asked, wondering why you felt like your heart was now beating much faster than before.

"yeah," he replied before spitting into the sink and rinsing out his mouth, "change into your pj's while i pee and then come here so i can take your make up off for you."

you sluggishly changed into your pajamas, wishing spencer would bhelp you with that too. you shook the thought from your brain and knocked on the bathroom door after hearing him washing his hands.

"ok what do i do?" he asked, opening the door then drying his hands on a towel.

you poured some make up remover onto a cotton pad and handed it to him before promptly hopping up on to the counter and closing your eyes.

"you take that and wipe my face." you instructed, closing your eyes and jutting out your chin.

"uh..ok here we go."

he ever so gently brushed your skin with the cotton pad, so softly as if you would break at any second.

"spence.." your eyes fluttered open.

"did i push too hard?" he worried.

"no you're actually a little too gentle, you need to press down a little so the make up comes off. remember when you wiped frosting on my face at my birthday?"

"what i would never do something like that," he lied, chuckling slightly.

"you should use the same amount of force you used then!"

he pressed slightly harder, wiping your face strategically and periodically checking the cotton pad to see if it was doing its job. you sat in a comfortable silence, trying hard to not let your heart burst every time his fingers connected to your face. every time he held the back of your neck for better stability.

unbeknownst to you, he was doing the same thing. his fingers were on fire as he took your make up off, but a good kind of fire. you sat there look so tired, but so beautiful. so..kissable. he tried to ignore his thoughts but it was difficult have the most gorgeous woman, inside and out, as a best friend. let alone being this physically close. he was sure this was his peak. life simply wouldnt get any better than this.

"i um..you can open your eyes," he said, turning around to throw away the make up pad.

"i don't wanna," you replied, sleepily pulling him close to you and wrapping your arms around him. "you're so comfy i could fall asleep right here."

you wondered why being this tired made you act a fool like this.

"do you want me to carry you to your bed?" he asked, heart thumping from holding you in his arms.

"can i sleep in your bed?" you yawned, "its so cold in the room and i always have nightmares on my bed. trust me its science."

"well cant argue with science," he laughed at your half assed explanation, carrying you bridal style and plopping you on a mattress so soft and filled with the smell of him, you were asleep in no time.

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[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Healing

Prompts: So I’ve recently binged all your SS fics practically and I know you SWAMPED in prompts, but if this sounds like something you could enjoy creating I’d love to request a promt as well:

Set in your SS Butterfly Project, could we maybe get Virgil reacting to all the sides (specifically L and Ro) learning to heal, and bouncing between helping sooth everyone’s anxiety over all the changes? I’d just love under appreciated Virgil helping in the moments in between the healing process if that makes any sense…

I appreciate the he*l out of you regardless if you take this prompt or not; and you deserve all the kindness the world has to offer you. ❤️ - mylgbtbabies

I would take any fic where somethigns off and virgil knows it. Someone: Im sure its fine!! Virgil: Idk man Im anxiety my spooder sense be tingly. - anon

If you're taking requests for Sanders Sides uwu can I ask for something Virgil-centric? I just love the emo boy - anon

ahh yes the babes

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Warnings: ngl this one's pretty much fluff

Pairings: DLAMP, LAMP, DLAMPR, that found family

Word Count: 3538

Healing: To restore to health or soundness; cure.

Healing: To ease or relieve (emotional distress).

* * *

Healing isn’t a linear process.

It’s messy, it’s hard, and no one should expect it to be anything otherwise. Humans are complicated, more often than not brains are absolute garbage, and trying to navigate everything on your own is difficult. Really difficult.

So is learning how to ask for help.

Virgil sighs and leans back against the couch as Roman continues to type on his laptop. He risks a glance up at Princey to see his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Every so often he’ll quirk his eyebrow in the way that means he just made a hilarious typo and has to go back. Virgil hides a smile as he turns his attention back to his phone. Can’t intrude too much on the process, that’s not how it works. He glances up to make sure no one’s coming down the stairs and shifts his weight again.

“Are you alright?”

There’s Roman, taking care of everyone else first. “I’m good, Princey, just trying not to fuck up my spine.”

“…do you want to come sit up here with me? I won’t mind.”

Virgil cranes his neck back, letting a slow and lazy smile come across his face. “Nah, ‘m good right here. You just make with the typey typey, okay?”

Roman smiles too, victory achieved. “Okay.”

“That’s my Princey.”

Virgil isn’t humble enough to not feel the little rush of pride at seeing a quick flush spread to Roman’s ears as he turns his attention back to his laptop. Suppressing a chuckle, he starts mindlessly scrolling again, getting sucked back into whatever’s contaminating his dash this time. What’s this about a k-drama…?

“Oh! There you are!”

Patton might not notice the way Roman startles, but Virgil does. He looks up and quickly shakes his head as Patton comes the rest of the way down the stairs.

“It’s work hours, Pat.”

“Oh, I thought—“ Virgil gives him a look that he knows Patton understands as Roman is setting the rules here, and he nods quickly— “well don’t mind me, I’m just getting a drink.”

Roman relaxes slightly as Patton bustles in and out of the kitchen, then a little more as Virgil reaches up to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you,” comes the quiet mumble.

“I gotcha, Princey. Work hours are your thing, I’m happy to help.”

Sure enough, a few minutes later, when Logan comes down the stairs carrying his computer, he takes one look at them in the living room before his mouth drops open slightly.

“Is it…work hours?”

“Mhm,” Virgil says, letting his head loll back, “you wanna join?”

“May I? I can be quiet as well.”

Virgil looks up at Roman. Roman glances up, smile softening when he sees it’s Logan, and gently pats the sofa next to him. Logan smiles too and yeah, okay, Virgil’s fine with his edge lord image fading slightly if it means he gets to be fond at watching these two nerds be gentle with each other.

The two of them start to type on their laptops, Logan’s constant murmurs of what he’s working on an amusing contrast to Roman’s silent yet expressive face. Virgil keeps the barrier there, warding off Janus and Remus when they try and drag the others into the dramatics—if anyone, especially Janus, tries to deny that he’s as much a part of it as Remus is, do not under any circumstances believe them—to keep the nerds safe.

After a while, when Virgil re-emerges from whatever deep dive he’s gone on this time—and yeah, he might be looking to pirate that k-drama, maybe—he realizes there’s no more typing. He looks up, a little concerned, only to be incredibly glad no one else is around to see him melt at the sight on the couch.

Roman’s laptop lies partially closed on his lap, the screen just touching the tops of his knuckles. His head and shoulders are angled toward Logan and his eyes are closed. Logan’s glasses are slipping slightly off his face, his head on Roman’s shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted slightly as his hair falls back into his face. His laptop has been set on the coffee table, somewhere safe.

Virgil shakes his head, standing and carefully taking Roman’s laptop from him. He saves whatever’s on it and sets it next to Logan’s. Then he takes the blanket from the back of the couch and carefully drapes it over the two of them. He slides Logan’s glasses from his face and undoes the top button of Princey’s collar. Can’t do for them to have a red mark, after all. And he sits back down to keep watch.

Sometimes, when they’re doing better, they ask for more. Roman comes to him sometimes and asks, very very quietly, but he does ask, for Virgil to come sit with him by his room. Virgil happily takes up residence in the warm spot in the hallway next to Roman’s room, right where the big windows are, soaking in the warmth from outside as Roman closes the door gently behind himself.

Something that everyone had to learn pretty quick once Logan and Roman started reaching out was that both of them are extremely private people. On the surface, it might seem like they’re different—and if they’re being honest, they certainly thought they were very different—but they aren’t. Not really. Roman hides behind being too much, Logan hides behind not being anything. Whether or not anyone actually knows them without any of the facades is up for debate.

Except each other. They…they…know each other.

Virgil would be lying if he said he isn’t a little jealous of how close the two of them have become. There are soft smiles they only have for each other now, little brushes of their hands against each other’s as a constant way of saying ‘I’m here, I see you, are you alright?’ And sometimes it’s Virgil’s job to sit outside one of their rooms as they try and hold each other steady.

Their company feels better than their solitude and it’s up to them to decide where that line is.

Today, Virgil’s just keeping an eye on Roman. Fielding off anyone who comes to knock on his door, glaring away the more persistent ones who don’t seem to understand that Roman needs his space right now, kindly fuck off. Logan comes around the corner and immediately understands and he sees them murmur quietly to each other when it’s time for dinner.

When he watches Logan, it’s a little harder. Because poor Logan is so used to pushing himself to the side to be able to make decisions, to help do things, that Virgil has to remind everyone involved that no, Logan’s enforced a boundary that means he doesn’t want to be disturbed right now, he’s allowed to do that, let’s leave him be for now. Left brain boys have to stick together.

But the others, to a certain extent, are easy. They care about Roman and Logan as much as Virgil does, and if it’s to help them, they’ll do whatever they have to. Protecting them from themselves…that’s another story.

Logan is too fucking good at pretending he’s fine. He’s too good at pretending he doesn’t have emotions, that he doesn’t care what’s going on unless it’s the absolute most illogical thing that’s happening. So, sometimes he has to work a little harder to get Logan to admit it.

“L,” he mutters as the others continue to argue, “check-in.”

“I’m fine.”

Janus shoots him a look as he continues to argue. Virgil tugs gently on Logan’s sleeve.

“No one’s gonna be mad if you say you aren’t, bud.”

Logan shakes his head firmly, eyes still trained on the way Patton and Janus are insisting that they’re the one right.

“Hey,” Virgil says softly, making them take a step back, “I need you to look at me, L.”

“What is the purpose of this?”

“You’re seizing up again.” Logan looks down at his hands, sees the way they’re shaking as Virgil gently runs a finger over the back of one of them. “It’s okay, bud, you’re gonna be fine, you just have to let yourself not be for a moment, okay?”

Logan risks a glance at the others but they haven’t noticed anything. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Judging by the way Janus is being more dramatic than normal and Roman has turned so his back is facing them, they’ve noticed something’s wrong and are purposefully not noticing anything else.

“Logan,” Virgil calls, “do you need a minute?”

Logan’s mouth opens, closes, then he nods sharply.

“Okay, thank you, I’m really proud of you for saying that. Can I sink you out?”

Another sharp nod.

Virgil sets his hand gently on Logan’s elbow and sinks them out, right outside Logan’s room. He nods to the door.

“Do you need to be alone for a moment? Or do you need me with you?”

Logan looks at the door. His hands shake again. Virgil sees them twitch toward his legs. Then he looks at Virgil and oh, okay, no, Virgil’s definitely coming inside.

“Come on,” he says, guiding hand still on Logan’s shoulder, “just through here, okay? I’m gonna get you a glass of water.”

Logan looks small, Virgil decides he doesn’t like that. He presses a glass of water gently into Logan’s hands, watches as he drinks the whole thing without complaint, and then carefully sets one of Logan’s fluffier pillows into his lap for Logan to hang onto.

“Do you want to sit here for a moment?”

Logan nods, then buries his face in the pillow and breathes. Virgil closes his eyes and starts to breathe too, keeping it slow and steady as he breathes in, then out, then in, then out. When Logan’s breathing starts to hitch, he opens his eyes and scoots a little closer, wordlessly offering a shoulder. Logan takes it after a moment, his face still buried in the pillow even as his head comes to rest on Virgil’s shoulder.

“Let it out, bud,” Virgil murmurs into the crown of Logan’s head, “don’t try and keep any of that shit in you. It’s just me.”

Watching Logan cry isn’t fun. He doesn’t recommend it. But it’s much, much better than the alternative.

“Hey,” he calls again, a fresh glass of water in his hand, “drink, bud, it’ll help.”

Logan drinks, a little slower this time, as Virgil settles back on the bed, one leg folded under him.

“Do you want to talk about it? Or do you want me to distract you?”

Logan shakes his head. “I…do not think distraction would be helpful.”

“Okay. Do you want me to give you the logical reason why this is fine, or the emotional one where I tell you how much we care?”

Logan sniffles.

“Both it is, then.” Virgil scoots closer, ready if Logan needs to lean against him again. “Despite the fact that your role is Logic, no one expects you to be entirely logical. You are a person, you have feelings and emotions, and they are as much a part of you as Logic is. Trying to deny that isn’t logical, nor productive. The reason you are who you are is equally due to both of those things.”

He softens his voice as Logan leans toward him again, smiling at how shamelessly Logan is asking to be comforted.

“And that’s why we care about you,” he mumbles, ignoring the heat rushing to his own face, “because you’re you. You’re…prissy and stuck-up and a know-it-all and it’s perfect, L. You’re our braincell and you’re fucking ours. You’re—you’re not going anywhere.”

Logan’s arms still grip the pillow tightly even as his head nudges its way under Virgil’s chin. Virgil smiles and lets him, only realizing he’s absentmindedly nuzzling Logan’s hair after a minute.

The others will be fine. Logan just needs a moment to check out.

Roman, on the other hand, fucking sucks at letting himself ask.

And yeah, Virgil’s not too proud to admit he still feels sick at how much he’s fucked that up for him. But he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and fix that now.

Princey’s gig as Creativity isn’t misplaced; Virgil’s equal parts impressed and dismayed at how well Roman’s managed to get himself what he needs without directly asking for it, be it a favor, a piece of feedback, or a conversation.

The one thing he can’t do that with is touch.

Roman needs physical contact like he needs water. He may run hotter than a goddamn furnace but he somehow manages to look cold. Watching him sit himself apart from everyone else hurts now, especially when Janus comes and confesses that he can hear how much Roman tries to insist that he doesn’t need affection from the others.

So, they built a system. Some with Roman’s knowledge, some without. Roman goes to them for comfort when he needs it, but sometimes, when he really needs it, it’s up to them to figure out just how much.

Remus knows his job when it comes to this. His brother is Roman and you don’t get to be a Dark Side without Janus as a dramatic caveat. He’s well-versed in blackmailing self-sacrificing idiots into taking care of themselves.

Remus finds Roman when Roman’s sitting alone, off to the side, staring out into the expanse of the Imagination. He sits down, brushes their shoulders together, and frowns when Roman apologizes and shifts further away.

That’s the first indication.

He suggests they go bother Patton, or sneak out to the field and practice cliff jumping. If Roman’s alright, he’ll roll his eyes and propose an alternative, or agree and they’ll scamper off. But instead, he smiles softly and says no thank-you, politely inviting Remus to stay if he likes, but he’d rather not move.

That’s the second indication.

The third one comes when Remus carefully—really carefully—prods at Roman to see how obvious Roman’s dazed state is. He’s barely there.

Time for reinforcements.

Who gets called depends on who’s around. Since Remus is usually the first one in the chain—although that responsibility does get bounced around—everyone else’s schedules make absolute consistency difficult.

Today, it’s Janus.

He sits on Roman’s other side, pressing their shoulders together. If he’s alright, he’ll lean into him, or at the very least, tolerate it. His presence is strong, enough to coax down his shields and that’ll be the end of it. But today, he scoots away from him too, another apology on his lips.

They exchange a look over Roman’s head.

No one banters quite like Remus and Janus, and sometimes that’s all it takes to pull him out of his head. Sometimes it’s an offer to go flounce around an abandoned castle, and there’s a small smile on his face as they leave.

Not today.

As a last resort, Janus reaches out and gently calls to him.

“My prince, are you alright?”

Sometimes it’s enough.

Not today.

“Alright,” Remus declares, getting up and clapping his hands, “time to pull out the big guns.”

Sometimes he’ll get up and walk with them, sometimes he won’t. He has carried him through the Mindscape before, but it was only once. And that was when he couldn’t actually move and they’d had a murmured conversation where he gave him permission to.

Today he gets up and follows them, confused as to what��s going on. They march him straight to a door and Remus knocks on it.

“Roman’s upset,” he says as soon as the door opens.

Virgil smiles and steps aside, letting him come in. Sometimes it’s a waiting game, sometimes Remus pushes him inside. But today, Roman bows his head and walks inside, letting Virgil close the door behind him.

Sometimes it’s a protest. Sometimes it’s a: ‘this really isn’t necessary,’ or a ‘do we have to do this?’ When that happens he indulges Roman, meets every quip with one of his own until he can knock Roman off-balance with well-placed sincerity and use his distraction to steer him to the bed.

Sometimes it’s an apology. It’s an: ‘I’m sure you’ve got other things to do, I can just go,’ and he shakes his head, tells Roman he’s more than happy to spend time with him. That no, he’s not being rude, that he all but asked for Roman to come. When that happens, he normally clams up, stays quiet, until he relents and gathers Roman up into a cuddle by the door.

Sometimes it’s silence. It’s a bowed head, curled up like a frightened animal, braced for punishment. It’s the moments where the gap between Light and Dark feels uncrossable. It’s the moments where the anger is disappointment, where the frustration is indifference, until he speaks first and murmurs that no, Roman’s not in trouble, he’s not here to lecture him, he’s hurt and he wants to help, as he takes Roman into his arms.

Every time it’s a fight.

It’s knowing that he can’t win because of course, he can’t win but this isn’t something he’s supposed to win but he can’t show weakness but he won’t have a choice because it’s the slow, patient kill that speaks of nothing but kindness and care but Virgil has enough to worry about and he doesn’t get to dump all of his problems on Virgil but he knows he wouldn’t do this if he didn’t care but he cares about everyone and Roman isn’t special but he knows that doesn’t matter and he needs this but it makes him want to rip all of his skin off and start over but then he’d get blood on his carpet and that wouldn’t be very polite either—

Virgil guides him to the couch with a hand on his back, sitting him down and bringing two cups of tea to the table. He cups Roman’s hand around one to gauge how warm it is and if his fingers grow too red, he sets it aside. He sits next to him and carefully reaches out.

Here she is, sitting right next to him, and yet he’s almost nowhere to be found.

He needs to relearn how to ask for comfort, for reassurance, for what he needs, but the wait hurts them both.

I’m trying, I’m trying, I promise, I’m sorry—

It’s alright, I’m right here, just ask, that’s all.

When he finally reaches out, Virgil snaps and bundles Roman into his arms. He tucks Roman up against his chest, letting him wind his arms as tightly as he needs to, guiding one leg, then the other, over his. Roman lets out a little whine as he tucks his face into the crook of his neck. He cards his fingers through Roman's hair and smiles as the poor prince melts into his arms.

The familiar protective instinct swells up and Virgil finds himself wanting very much to wrap him up in his hoodie and keep him safe from the universe.

He keeps his breathing even, hoping his heart doesn’t begin to race from the need to protect the Roman. This is for Roman, this is what he needs, to chase away the worries of the world and be safe.

Sometimes they fall asleep like that. Sometimes Roman needs to cry and he hushes him tenderly. Sometimes he seems convinced that if either of them lets go they’ll fly apart.

It doesn’t matter.

If he feels the safest with Virgil’s arms around him, his head on his chest, his heartbeat in his ear, the world could be on fire and he would not leave his side.

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[29-04-2001]

helloooo, may I have a tears of Themis matchup? 👀

A lot of people have very contrasting opinions about me, some say I’m very talkative while others say I’m extremely quiet. My entire personality basically changes depending who in with, I’m either fading into the background or the centre of attention who knows 👁👁, im talkative to people that im comfortable with though. But usually I just take a step back and let other lead the way, Im a very patient and calm person and having long-deep conversations about almost anything with people that I take interest is a thing that I love to do! I have a hard time communicating with most people about my feelings because I don’t know it myself, even when I have excellent social skills im naturally inclined to stay silent. Im an especially reliable/caring person, everybody always come to me for some kind of help, even if it’s small things like borrowing a pen or comforting them when they’re sad or…..doing their work, i kinda am too reliable sometimes and some people take advantage of that. I have a very…questionable past so I would love a partner that could comfort me and to spend time with me (I love receiving quality time hehe)

Having no dominant left/right brain makes my thinking way more complex than it needs to be 😂 , most of the time when it comes to situational problems im a very logically brutal person, I like using factual evidence and being methodical to the point that I have no sense of morality-/hj but at the same time im also a professional illustrator that loves to paint and visualize things, i like doing things creatively and generally creating artworks that people relate to and/or enjoy ^^. I’m not afraid to be honest so sometimes I come off as very harsh or mean to some people and it chips away my heart a bit 🥲, so recently I’ve only been giving useful criticism or honest opinions with people that I trust. (I act like I don’t care and I’ll like it anyways but in truth I’m a very picky person 🤡). I see the world in many different perspectives and I’m an understanding person, I’m not always one thing or the other it rlly depends on my mood haha.

My hobbies are doing almost any kind of arts like drawing/painting, (listening to) music, acting, etc…and also very niche things like tarot reading, eating fancy cheeses binging and reviewing tv shows. I sometimes do gaming as-well! Here’s a few of my favorite artists, Tame Impala, きくはな(Kikuhana/Hanatan), Joe Hisashi, Margaux and a wild card Graham Kartna. 💫 (INFJ-Virgo Sun)

hiii thank you for requesting <3 i match you with artem wing ! i hope you like it ;) @itscrystalcloudy

it’s safe to say that artem is a quiet person. however, he is pretty vocal about his opinions, unlike you, he’s calm and collective during arguments. he’s definitely the first to apologise even tho he did nothing wrong. he just doesn’t like arguing with you.

he loves having deep conversations with you. whether that’ll be you talking about any recent cases you’ve worked on or just you talking about your day.

he is a very well known attorney. he’s very experience with his job so if you’re ever stuck on something, he’s definitely one to help you. he’s a patient man and will guide you through everything. he sees the potential.

he loves that you’re creative. he likes watching you draw and paint. when you first introduced your hobby of acting to him, he’s very supportive. everything you do he thinks you’re very good at.

aside from all that, he really likes how you match his calm nature.

he prefers calming music, and i like to imagine he listens to the neighbourhood, specifically, The Beach, but when you introduce him to Kikuohana, he started liking it & you guys share headphones while taking turns picking what to listen to :)

matchups: open :)

[thinkingisadangerouspastime]

hi! i really like your posts and recently i came across some anti kataang arguments and i would like to see your opinion on that (if you want to answer because you must be very tired of answering those lol)

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

hi anon! im very flattered you like my posts 🥰💛 and you’re not wrong that sometimes it gets a lil tiring addressing anti kataang arguments, but that’s because 90% of them are the same foolish rhetoric dressed up in a different costume, lol. i finally have some free time, so i’ll take a stab at these for you!

“i remember perfectly aang forcing himself into katara. not only once, but a lot of times. in that talk they were having during the play it was one of the moments aang was intrusive”

not gonna lie, this particular “argument” made me crack up laughing because they “remember perfectly… lots of times” but can only name one instance 😂 like i am on the floor, because trying to get away with that in a formal essay would earn them nothing more than a goose egg. you need evidence to support a claim, which this “claim” has none of. i mean,, when does aang force himself onto katara?? when katara initiates every cheek kiss they share?? when they are mutual participants in several shared hugs?? don’t get me started on DOBS - the Now or Never Kiss that falls under literally requires reciprocation from both parties, lol. but regarding the ever-so-infamous EIP episode they bring up:

This post talks specifically about EIP and the play’s portrayal of Aang and Katara (and how it cannot be used to define their relationship). This post explains the true source of Katara’s conflict in turning down Aang (i.e. the war itself and the risks the war presents for both of them) and why the EIP kiss did not “ruin” Kataang’s relationship. This post explains how the EIP kiss was resolved through narrative parallels. This post explains how the EIP kiss is so often blown out of proportion. This post explains how Aang did not “threaten” Katara in EIP (with some excellent commentary in the notes, too).

the fact of the matter is that yes, aang overstepped a boundary with katara there. no one has ever contested that because to do so would be to disregard canon, and here’s the thing about kataang shippers: we love atla canon. it gave us everything we wanted and more. (imo, that’s what anti kataangers don’t understand.) the EIP episode can be interpreted as a “low point” for many reasons, but the primary “takeaway” is that the play performed was imperialist propaganda that preyed on the gaang’s insecurities and demeaned them (much to the pleasure of the Fire Nation audience), which had negative consequences, one of which was aang kissing katara largely out of desperation. no one has ever excused that! thus, what i think isn’t clicking with anti kataangers is that aang and katara’s miscommunication in EIP is not a representation of their relationship being doomed to fail. aang made a mistake and immediately backed off without question or hesitation. katara has time to make her own decision and chooses to forgive him. doesn’t it strip more of katara’s agency away to conclude that katara could never ever ever forgive her best friend for a single mistake that - comparatively - could have been a whole lot worse?

(im just saying.)

“i saw people saying that katara was jealous of aang with that kids in kyoshi island, which she obviously was not. she was annoyed at them”

honestly, i have a question for whoever came up with this jfksjdasks. okay, yes, she was annoyed. that’s a given based on her exasperated eye rolls and sighs. but why was katara annoyed with them, hmm?

here’s my thing about katara’s feelings in this ep: jealousy and annoyance are not inherently the same, it’s true. a person can be annoyed without being jealous (obviously). as such, there are essentially two possible interpretations that have validity, although one in my opinion has greater weight in canon:

1. yes, it is possible to interpret katara’s annoyance that episode as being solely related to their delays on kyoshi island. one can reasonably argue that katara’s romantic feelings for aang were not as strong so early in the series (it’s only episode 4, after all, although lbr - she was Looking at aang’s tattoos in episode 1 lmao), and therefore the primary reason she was annoyed at the fangirls is because they were one of the causes extending their stay on the island when katara felt they needed to leave. it’s a fair interpretation.

2. a different and stronger interpretation, in my opinion, is that katara’s irritation was a product of both annoyance at their extended stay and jealousy of the fangirls’ obsession with aang. because here’s the thing about jealousy: it doesn’t have to be some extreme, exaggerated emotion/reaction! when katara gets jealous of on ji in book 3, she makes a single comment about aang and on ji dancing together. when aang gets jealous of jet in book 2 (because of sokka’s teasing), he, too, makes a single comment (i.e. that it would be a bad idea for katara to kiss jet). i bring these two moments up because they explicitly demonstrate within atla canon that reactions of jealousy do not have to be dramatique and outrageous, à la zuko throwing ruon-jian across the room in book 3, lmao. jealousy can be simple! kept to oneself! as such, katara’s disgruntled manner in that episode - which, might i add, is largely if not only shown in reaction to aang with the fangirls - can certainly be interpreted as a quieter form of jealousy akin to several other moments within canon.

more than that, however, if the writers did not at all want jealousy to be an interpretation on the table… why on earth would they have bothered to mention jealousy as a possibility? here’s the relevant excerpt from the episode transcript:

Koko: [Stomps her foot in annoyance and puts her hands on her hips, while another girl happily waves at Aang; irritated.] What’s taking you so long, Aangy?

Cut back to Aang and Katara; the former enthusiastically waves back at his awaiting fangirls, while the latter raises an eyebrow at the scene.

Katara: [Slightly mocking.] Aangy…

Aang: [Enthusiastically.] Just a second, Koko!

Katara: [Sarcastic.] “Simple monk,” huh? [Annoyed.] I thought you promised me that this Avatar stuff wouldn’t go to your head.

Aang: It didn’t. You know what I think? You just don’t want to come because you’re jealous.

Katara: [Close-up; angrily.] Jealous? [More high pitched voice.] Of what?

Cut to a broader shot. Aang moves back slightly, when an irritated Katara resumes to ferociously stuff the basket with more fruits.

Aang: Jealous that we’re having so much fun without you.

Katara: [Irritated.] That’s ridiculous.

(sidebar, but can i just say that seeing “ferociously stuff” to describe putting fruits away is arguably the funniest thing i’ve ever read sjkdhsjalks)

to me, this excerpt alone all but proves katara’s irritation is a mixture of annoyance at the girls’ (and aang’s) behavior/their delayed departure and jealousy regarding how the fangirls’ fawn over aang. katara clearly demonstrates frustration at aang’s seeming lack of concern for their time crunch and how he’s letting his status get to his head (and remember, y’all: this is very early book 1 aang, he’s barely begun to truly reconcile what it means to be the avatar and the last airbender, which is understandable and a-okay! can’t have growth if he doesn’t start somewhere!). that checks out. but next thing you know, katara’s reaction proceeds to dramatically heighten when aang teases the idea of jealousy to her. again: why include this moment if jealousy was never on the table whatsoever as an interpretation for her feelings of irritation? why make katara’s response intensify so strongly if she’s not jealous even a little bit?

in sum, while i don’t think katara’s aggravation is solely fueled by jealousy, the episode itself points to jealousy as at least a part of it. simple!

“kataang had no development. it feels like a ship made out of nowhere”

this take screams willful ignorance, like did they even watch the whole show?? it’s not worth addressing over and over, ngl.

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

“aang is completely obsessed with the idea of katara being his. proof is that episode were [sic] the guru tells him he has to let go of her and he choses [sic] to break the connection. it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me. aang learning to let go would have been a evolution for his character”

“completely obsessed” h e l p i weep for the lack of brain cells 😭 it is so hard to just say “kataang isn’t my cup of tea” and go?? seriously?? i thought we were past making stuff up to support shipping agendas. lord help us. real quick:

This post explains how Aang never acted like he was “entitled” to Katara’s affections. This post explains how Katara and Aang do not “idolize” each other. This post and this post talk about Aang’s chakra being blocked and unblocked, and how it had to do with fear, not attachment. This post talks about Aang and the Avatar State, explicitly discussing “The Crossroads of Destiny” and the notion of attachment/letting Katara go.

okay, let’s take this claim one sentence at a time:

“the guru tells him [aang] he has to let go of her [katara] and he choses [sic] to break the connection.”

first of all. FIRST OF ALL. can you imagine the hellfire that would have rained down if aang hadn’t chosen to go rescue katara? here is a piece of the episode transcript:

… Right before he is able to completely open the final chakra and master the Avatar State, however, he hears a shriek from Katara and sees a vision of her in chains. At this, he jumps out of the energy sphere and runs away from the Avatar Spirit. The energy bridge that leads him there slowly vanishes behind him until it catches up and falls from underneath him, causing his image to plummet toward Earth. This cuts his connection to the Avatar State, which forces him back to reality.

Aang: Katara’s in danger! I have to go! [Prepares to exit.]

Pathik: No, Aang! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now, you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Aang hesitates but leaves anyway, leaving Pathik concerned and disappointed.

aang chose to leave because katara was in danger. if he had chosen to stay,, dear god. the vitriol that would have been thrown around. “aang doesn’t really love katara! he chose not to save her!” “aang is so selfish and greedy! he chose power over love!” it’s literally a catch-22. damned if he does leave, damned if he doesn’t leave. #fandomlogic

anyways, yes, sure, aang chose to leave, which at the time broke the connection. he was indeed in avatar state limbo for a Hot Minute. whoop de do.

“it’s like: look what i did for you, you should stay with me.”

logical fallacy: ad hominem, hasty generalization, ∴ not worth our time 💛

“aang learning to let go would have been a [sic] evolution for his character”

i have amazing news for those who perpetuate this take. aang did let her go! he would not have been able to enter the avatar state in COD if he hadn’t! point blank, it is utterly untrue to pretend aang did not “let go” of his attachment to katara. now, im not going to get into the concept of “attachment” here and what it truly meant for aang to have “let katara go” in the book 2 finale (if it was good, bad, etc. etc.). there is a lot of material to work with there that would require like,, an entire post to dig into, if not more. the fact of the matter is that aang did let katara go, and the proof is that he successfully entered the avatar state before azula killed him. the above claim thus sits in complete contradiction to canon and is a moot point.

“making them stay together in the end just because aang is the protagonist and has to stay with the girl is boring and adds nothing to the plot”

“making them stay together” again, is it so hard for someone to just say “kataang isn’t my thing, im gonna stick to fanon pairings, but y’all have fun” i mean that really, really does not seem so difficult to me! also, “making” is a hilarious word to use just because,, atla is a work of fiction. in that respect, the writers “made” everything happen. you cannot escape their sphere of control.

anyways. that’s just funny to me lmao

but no, aang and katara did not get together in a romantic fashion just because aang was the lead male protagonist and katara was the lead female protagonist. i refer back to these posts from earlier:

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

aang and katara got together because their relationship had been developed since episode 1, duh. reducing their relationship to “lead guy + lead girl” completely disregards the legwork done and the foundation laid for their romantic partnership. like, all someone has to do is rewatch the show 😂 and i hate to break it to whoever created that take, but to say kataang “adds nothing to the plot” again ignores how their relationship is one of the two most important in the show (the other being aang and zuko’s relationship as narrative foils). it is not a cheap coincidence that kataang embodies multiple complementary themes/motifs of atla: push and pull, yin and yang, air and water, oma and shu, etc. etc. their relationship adds emotional depth! how is that not relevant to the plot! atla is a show where just about every relationship is important in some regard (this post touches upon how aang alone transforms all of his friends - think of the bigger picture, then, and how every other dynamic weaves in a crucial thread to create the beautiful tapestry we call atla!).

my point is that kataang is relevant to the plot the way every relationship in atla is, whether or not someone ships/enjoys them. you cannot have a good show without having intimate relationships (emotionally, i mean). can you imagine if someone said zuko and iroh’s relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot?? there is a reason it is such a powerful moment when iroh and zuko reunite in the finale. similarly, there is a reason yue’s sacrifice and sokka’s consequential (and lasting) grief is so poignant. there is a reason it is so heartbreaking when katara and sokka have to leave behind their father at the beginning of tsr. to tie back to kataang, there is a reason it is so hard to watch katara dismiss aang in that same episode. there is a reason so many people are moved when katara pulls aang out of the avatar state when appa is stolen. there is a reason emotional reactions are incited during atla and it is because these relationships are so important!! i don’t care if someone thinks kataang is “boring” - that’s their opinion, they have a right to it. but to insist their relationship wasn’t relevant to the plot? to the story? when in fact it was a key component from episode 1?

are you kidding me?

“he spend years after a girl that never felt the same for him”

“years” lol doesn’t atla take place over the course of a year at most? pretty sure this person didn’t even watch the show 😂 for a third time, i refer to these posts:

This post and this post explain how Katara’s feelings for Aang develop throughout the series. This post explains how Aang consistently supported Katara throughout the series. This post demonstrates how Kataang is literally ingrained in every episode.

i hope i addressed these (nonsensical) arguments to your satisfaction, anon! a lot of them are the same tried-and-failed anti kataang arguments, smh. not to incite new discourse lmao, but it’d be nice if there was at least some variety 😂 thank you again for your kind words, my friend! 💛

[shit-scfandom-did]

so i have a few questions

1)i cannot understand how you ship k*ramel. their relationship was FILLED with toxicity. from mon-el failing over and over again to listen to what kara had to say to him basically telling her to give up being kara danvers. convincing her that "being supergirl and having you is enough” was absolutely horrible. karamel had their moments but overall it was toxic. then in s3 mon el was married and the whole point of season 3 was allowing them to move on. accepting the toxicity from s2 and pushing past that romanticized time. mon el was a better person by 3b but he was still married. even if mon el and imra did break up in the finale there’s no future for karamel. even during 5x13 kara went to ask on advice about lena. and when winn came to visit from the future not a word about him. she’s moved on and it just wouldn’t make sense for kara to end up with him.

2) how can you hate lena so so so much?? it’s been said over and over again that all she’s ever wanted to do is good. though she’s designed to be this morally grey character. she has FLAWS but that’s what makes her so good. she’s a victim of abuse and you can see her struggle with that especially in seasons 4 and 5. in 5 she definitely goes down a questionable path but how can you expect her not too? after being emotionally abused by her brother, betrayed by her family, andrea (this did happen before kara), and then eve. finding out that kara and EVERYONE she loves has betrayed her as well. I mean how could you not go mad?? and even when she “went mad” she was trying to rid humanity of PAIN. something she later realized was a necessary part of life. her hurt blinded her from reality and lex’s manipulation pushed her down further. she’s been hurt and broken so many times and while that’s not an excuse for what she’s done you have no sympathy for her and that I find appalling. lena has realized what she’s done is wrong, that she’s made mistakes, what she did to kara, and she will have to live with that isn’t that punishment enough? she’s apologized and is trying to make up for everything she’s done by saving the world (again). your unnecessary hate towards her infuriates me. cant you take a step back and see the whole picture?

3) why DONT you ship supercorp or accept the queerbaiting? (watch this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=C2w2GBXd_Pg) They are the core relationship of the show while the danvers sisters are the heart. they’ve gone through so so much together and practically dated in early season 2. they love each other it’s just oh so apparent. i like to believe one of the reasons lena reacted so strongly in s5 is because she was in love with kara and she couldn’t handle the person she was in love with lying to her. and kara flew around the world to get lena’s favorite food!! if that’s not romantic idk what is. I feel like you’ve developed such a clouded view of supercorp that you need to take a step back and understand what lena is the love of kara’s life.

wow what a long message. im not here to hate. im here to inform & undertand. i get it. karamel had their moments and even MY perception of them might be a little cloudy. im not going to hate you for liking them. hell I even shipped them for a little! my brother thinks 3b mon el and kara would’ve been perfect but he understands that supercorp is just where the show is leading and he wants them to be endgame. but what I will hate is your hate. what’s the point of all this? this thread, this account is going to do NOTHING. so why bother? I debated sending this and I hope I’m not too harsh at times but I really wanna see what you say. I hope you can open your eyes to lena and supercorp. maybe even become a supercorp shipper yourself!

- thanks and supercorp endgame 💙❤️

First of all, if you want to discuss ships in the future send this type of anons to facepalming-since-chernobyl, this blog is not for this, but for gathering receipts.

1.I just ship it, I don’t get why you have to understand it. It’s shipping. But if you insist:

No, it was not filled with toxicity. Count me when he failed to listen to her when they were in a relationship. Secondly, he is not a dog, he has his brain, he is his own person. People don’t always do what others asked them to do. It’s not slavery.

He has NEVER said to her to give up being Kara Danvers. How did he exactly convince her? How can you read the scene that he convinced her that being supergirl and having him is erasing Kara Danvers? In this scene he supports anything SHE WANTS to do. Also, Kara Danvers doesn’t equal Kara being a reporter in CatCo. On that moment she had her blog. She change people’s live with it like a real reporter. She took the risk and met consequences of her actions aka being fired by Snapper. Also, remind me who told her to create a blog? With your logic Lena was erasing Kara Danvers too.

Friendly reminder that he was forced to the marriage to keep peace. Also, friendly reminder Imra and the Legion out him in this situation without telling him about her plans. She and Brainiac put him there, knowing exactly how much he loved Kara and how much she meant to him. Imra knew that, that’s why she asked him to stay and solve his feelings. She said if he had come back, she would have known he had no doubts. But he wanted to stay, that’s why they broke up. He came back because once again he sacrificed himself for the greater good, like a real hero. Maybe watch the Argo eps because they clearly show that no, it was no about moving on.

It was not accepting about so called toxicity. First of all, she already forgave him that he lied. Secondly, all of she was screaming in that scene, when she was infected with M’rynn’s powers, happened before they got together and it was already approached in the musical ep. Aka, this scene had no point.

There is no future for karamel because you say so?

Kara went to asked him, because she truly believed and trusted him and his judgment. And yes, she asked about Lena and what did he said? That Kara deserved the same compassion she gives others, something Lena never gave her. And sorry, I know all scs scream the 100 ep was about sc, but it was about Kara fully realizing she is not responsible for Lena’s horrible choices. That’s it. And friendly reminder she called her a villain in the last scene. Also, the ep showed than no matter what, Lena always ends screwing something, because she has too big ego, always knows better, doesn’t stand criticism and doesn’t trust anyone.

It doesn’t make sense for you. Suit yourself.

2.Her fans made me hate her :) Thanks to them and how they excuse her every horrible action, how they treat her as a victim, while she abuse everyone etc. I started to watch her more carefully. And well, she is a horrible, white, privileged capitalist, who plays god, judge, jury, has mommy issues and acts like typical Luthor while crying she is not one, while still using Luthors money and resources.

Yeah, many people want to make good and end doing evil things. Common people pay for their sins, she has never. Since allowing hostile Daxamite army to invade the Earth (also, her portal affected the other aliens who destroyed the NC), producing a device that could recofnize aliens without their consent (and it was used by Children of Liberty,)producing and lying about Kryptonite, trying to make people superpowered without any supervision, killing Adam during illegal experiment, supporting openly alienphobic president and in a way Agent Liberty, killing Lex and then blaming Kara and finally manipulating Kara for months, lying, gaslighting, yelling, making her steal Lex journal, trying to lobotomize her and tortured with kryptonite, hurting every way possible, physically and mentally. Working with mass murderer, enslaving 3 people (kidnapping Eve, without her consent putting AI into her mind, basically RAPING her brain and making her a puppet in her own body; enslaving end experimenting on Malefic and Russel – threatening to kill him to steal Andrea’s necklace) – none of it are flaws. It was horrible abuse and violating every human right and the fact some people excuse it is disgusting.

First of all, being victim of abuse doesn’t give you the rights to HURT other people. The fact I have to explain pains me. Secondly, what abuse exactly? Lillian didn’t love her? Lex kidnapped her? Said he was going to kill her? You know what? Winn HAD HORRIBLE past and he didn’t turn into a murderer. Mon-El was abused by his mother and never tortured Kara with Kryptonite. J’onn killed a lot of white martians but last time I checked he doesn’t feel good about it. Also, never said the things he has done were GOOD. See a difference?

Yeah, and all of it, still doesn’t give her the rights to torture people. Also, friendly reminder she lied to Supergirl about Kryptonite in s3, much before the whole drama. Remember how she destroyed the life of a girl that stole boyfriend in middle school? It clearly shows she always had THAT in her. Plus, sorry not sorry, if she wanted different life, outside her family she could have easily done that. She was in Star City, with Jack, doing her researches, making her career. And she threw it all away, because she WANTED to be a Luthor.

Plus, sorry not sorry, if you feel betrayed and hurt because your friend didn’t tell you something she didn’t OWE you, you go to therapy, not trying to lobotomize entire planet.

Mate, she wanted to lobotomizer entire humanity, without ANYONE’S consent, because SHE, one single Lena, felt hurt. This is playing a GOD. Nothing explains it.

Planning a cold ass revenge for months is not being blinded by feelings.

Once again, even if could argue about how many times she was broken, most of that was a white privileged life she chose herself but whatever, it still doesn’t excuse her. All of she has done should meet consequences. Paying for shit you have done, accepting it, fully realizing what you have done is a part of redemption. Still in s5 she didn’t even apologize to Kara. Because she still didn’t understand what she has done and doesn’t feel sorry about it.

Feel appalled as much as you want, because I’m not going to feel sorry for a white, privileged woman who has never paid for her actions and is basically a living avatar of the worst Karen you can imagine.

She realized Lex was using her horrible experiments (remember? She experimented on puppies too) to his own agenda, that’s why she went to Kara. That’s not grasping a thing. Mhm, if you call that an apology then suit yourself. She is not saving the world, she is helping once again other people fixing the shit she created.

Feel infuriated as much as you want, because I don’t care? Especially when it comes from a person who tells others to take a step back while being totally narrow minded about Mon-El and karamel.

3.Because actors, prodcuers, writers call SC a female friendship. Mel did that in her last interview. See whatever you want but maybe stop forcing people to ship a horribly abusive ship.

Well… no. Kara is the heart and soul of the Supergirl. Alex is her most important relationship. Lena is an important friend, who doesn’t deserve it yet, but we all know Kara is the Paragon of Hope so of course she is going to forgive her.

I know you people think sc dated because they breathed in one room, but in s2 Kara dated, had sex, kissed, cuddled and enjoyed her time with Mon-El.

Yeah, they love each other as friends. It was said more than once.

That’s your delusion, you are free to do it.

Kara done that to Alex too, so you are saying she is romantically in love with her sister or something? If bringing people food is romantic and damn, most of the people I know loves me, god.

No, lena is not Kara’s love of her life.

Cool, you are not going to hate me because I ship karamel, I’m touched.

Sorry that you are going to be super disappointed in the end of the show I guess.

You will hate my hate – what’s the point of it?

Once again, because I don’t think you understand the point of this blog or read the description – it’s gathering receipts of assholes who cross tag and hate on the actors. Maybe go and search #gross hate or #cast hate on this blog so you can see how amazing your fandom is. Have fun.

I would rather eat my own shit than starting shipping the victim of abuse with her abuser.

Thanks and no :)