#i actually dont have a way to end that sentence im just thinking about it. paul. john. my guy

[arsenicflame]

steddyhands modern au inspired by this post:

(1828 words, themes of kink but nothing explicit, established blackhands & gentlebeard-centric. Happy Pride!)

Stede picks up leatherworking in the wake of his divorce. He's not exactly sure how it ended up being such an important hobby for him, only that he had always admired the intricate designs on his horse's best bridles, and with little else to do with his time, he decides to give it a go.

It's rocky going at first, but he's having fun working with his hands for the first time in his life, and there's a sense of satisfaction in seeing the design come to life as he works. With practice, his skills improve, and he learns how to make things that are truly one of a kind.

He starts off posting his pieces online, as a way to reach fellow enthusiasts, but quickly finds himself with a rather large audience. Stede’s style is unique, and, after many requests from his followers, Lucius encourages him to make some more basic pieces he can sell. It's not about making money for Stede, but another way to meet new people who share his interests- as Lucius keeps telling him, it's sad that his personal assistant is the main person he talks to these days. 

So Stede sets out on a new adventure, and has quite the time designing a new range of patterns for the market. He makes purses, belts, bracelets, and, most importantly, dog collars- all still with his unique designs embossed into them, of course. He rents a booth at his towns monthly craft fair, and very quickly finds himself with a new group of friends in the other regulars- Pete, his usual neighbour, who sells an array of wooden figures he carves, Roach, who runs a stand for his bakery, and Frenchie, who isn't actually a stallholder, but is almost always busking near his friend Wee John’s stand of knitted goods, bringing life to the market even in the pouring rain. There's also Buttons, another regular at the market. Nobody is exactly sure what he does there- he doesn't sell things, or seem to buy anything either, but rain or shine, he's there with the birds.

Stede’s been doing this a few months by the time June rolls around. As he's setting up his stand, he notices that the area is much busier than it’d normally be at this time of morning. Lucius, who got roped into helping run Stede’s stall somewhere down the line (despite his protests that this is not what personal assistant means… But hey, he got a boyfriend out of it, at least), reminds him that there's the parade today, too- not realising that Stede had no clue there was a parade today, and especially not that it was pride. Stede immediately jumps to fretting about the amount of stock he’s brought, and Lucius takes the cue to escape, saying he’ll go and grab them coffee (but really, he's off to flirt with Pete)

Lucius is still missing when Ed stumbles across the little leather stall. Stede’s just ran back to his car to fetch his last boxes of inventory, and by the time he returns, Ed’s already begun to narrow down his choices. Stede greets him, starting to tell him that they're not actually open yet, but before he gets more than a couple of words out, Ed’s exclaiming “You're a Kiwi!!!”

The two of them smile at the shared recognition, and Stede says he’ll make an exception, just for Ed, and asks him what exactly he was interested in. Ed tells him that he's looking for a collar “for his boy”, and points out the particular design he was looking at. It happens to be one of Stede’s favourites from this latest run of work, a fact he mentions to Ed. It leads them into a discussion about Stede’s craft, and Ed’s Izzy, and then everything in between. Ed’s listening intently to the things Stede’s telling him, completely drawn in by the process, and by Stede himself. He watches as Stede stamps Izzy's name into the collar, and Stede even lets him have a go at one of the stamps. 

Lucius reappears sometime in the middle of this- only to immediately retreat again, seeing Stede engrossed with Ed. He sets up camp at Pete's booth opposite, watching this man flirt intensely with his boss- and Stede flirt back just as hard. Does Stede even realise he’s doing it? Lucius had known Stede was gay since before Stede even admitted it to himself, but this is on a whole other level.

The pair stand there so long that Izzy comes to look for Ed- the two of them are manning a float on the parade with their crew, and it's past time for them to get geared up. He's already worked up, frustrated to have been left to set up everything alone, when Ed had just gone to see if he could get them both coffee. So maybe he's a bit of a prick, approaching with a brash “where the fuck have you been, Edward”, to which Stede brings the same energy, giving a bitchy “Ed! Do you know this guy?” Izzy tenses, ready to snap, but then Ed cuts in, excitedly telling Stede that this is “his Izzy!” Which confuses the hell out of Stede. 

Forgetting his earlier attitude, he asks Ed if he “really named his dog after his friend”, only to be met with confusion right back from Ed at where the hell Stede got the idea he had a dog from. Stede gestures at the bag with the collar in it, to which Ed has to tell him, “oh, no, that's for him.” Ed tells Stede that they're here to run a float for their local leather society, and while Stede is certainly shocked by what Ed’s saying, he's not finding himself… uninterested. It's simply that he’s never even considered any of this before, especially not that people would use the things that he made for this, but Ed sounds so enthusiastic about it all. He tells him about how his friends would love to see Stede’s work, about how classic leather gear is always so fucking boring- but not Stede’s stuff, no, Stede’s stuff is “fresh” and “fascinating” and unlike anything Ed’s ever seen before. 

Ed's enthusiasm is incredibly infectious, so when he invites Stede to come back to see their float, he readily agrees. It’s a concept Izzy’s less than enthusiastic about. He doesn’t really want to bring this man who’s dressed like he just walked out of a HOA board meeting to their kinky little corner of the world, but he is having a lot of fun watching Stede squirm, so decides not to raise a protest. He does demand he gets his long-overdue coffee first, though (Stede pays for it- as “compensation for him distracting Ed from his job”, he says, not giving Izzy a second to process before he's tapping his card)

By the time they return to the float, Fang, Ivan & Jim are waiting for them, all already geared up. Stede is stunned silent at the sight for about 5 seconds, before he starts actually looking at the quality of Jim’s harness, and proceeds to go off about the poor quality of the craftsmanship, about how the hardware is tacky and completely the wrong choice with this leather, how his “ten year old daughter could do a better job!!!” 

There's complete silence from the group, until Izzy, of all people, bursts into laughter at Stede’s audacity (and, the fact he was staring at Jim's tits completely unabashedly, like he hadn't even noticed them in the first place). Izzy's laughter sets Ed off as he tells the group about Stede’s misunderstanding- “you didn't say he was a person!” “I mean, he's my dog”- and soon everyone's having a friendly giggle at Stede’s mistake.

It's somewhere in the middle of the retelling that Ed remembers that this whole thing happened because he was buying Izzy a gift. After a moments fumbling, he presents Izzy with the collar-  It's a rich, deep black, embossed with a rolling pattern that resembles waves. It’s made from a firm enough leather to take the tooling, and to remind Izzy that he’s owned while he’s wearing it, yet still soft enough for long term comfort. Izzy's eyes immediately lock on to it, an unreadable expression coming over his face, and Ed turns it; first so he can really see the design and Izzy’s name embossed into it, and then so he can see the small “Ed ♥” on the inside of the collar, right over his swallow tattoo. 

“I did the heart,” Ed says to him softly, intended only for Izzy’s ears. Izzy's eyes flick up to Ed’s, and he raises his chin to give Ed the room to put it on. Ed buckles the collar around his neck almost reverently, a test of the tightness turning into a caress of Izzy's neck. It's a perfect fit.

It's as though something comes over Izzy; so twitchy and abrasive earlier, now silent, staring at Ed with a look akin to worship in his eyes. He obediently tilts his head for a kiss as Ed's fingers move to his chin- It's a sight to behold, and one that has Stede intrigued. He wants to know more about this lifestyle, and these men in particular. He wants to be the one to put that expression on Izzy's face.

The moment breaks as Ed and Izzy pull apart, and Ed calls for the crew to finish the last bits of set up. Izzy shakes himself a little before running off to bark orders again, but even still, there remains a softness to him that wasn't there before. 

Ed turns back to Stede with an apologetic smile, already obvious that he has to get going. Before he can speak, however, Stede jumps in -“My business numbers on the card in the box… I'll be around all day”- Ed’s smile turns more genuine at that, promising to stop by if he gets a moment, and that he’ll send his friend's Stede’s way- “if he wants that kind of business.” Stede says that he does, actually- that he's seen a whole new world already today, and, while he was a little taken aback at first, he can feel the passion Ed and his friends have for this life. If there's one thing that's ever mattered to Stede, it's other people's enthusiasm. Maybe he doesn't completely understand yet, but he would like to try.

One year later, Stede’s back at the market on pride weekend again, far better stocked for the crowds this time around. Lucius is finally free to spend the day flirting with Fang & Pete to his heart's content, now that Stede’s roped his own boyfriends into helping him run the stall- and into modelling the merchandise. Ed loves that part, while Izzy needs a lot more convincing, but the puppy eyes Stede & Ed weaponise against him make a very good argument.

[choccy-milky]

Their kids are so cute omg i'm gonna dir of adorableness

lewis: then die LMFAOO NO BUT FRR THANK UU IM GLAD U THINK SO🥹🥹💖💖💖all the love for them (esp lewis) gave me the idea to draw him deflecting all the attention so ty for giving me the excuse to post it....we luv our aloof distant boi🥰

its funny bc i was JUST talking about this recently, but i dont like pet names at all BAHAH, hence why seb and clora dont call each other anything, not even nicknames.... seb calls her the light/princess/a bird sometimes as playful and teasing jokes, but doesnt actually address her like that. and clora always calls sebastian by his full name as well, bc i was basing her dialogue/my writing off the game dialogue...bc for as close as anne and ominis are to seb, both of THEM call him sebastian in full, so maybe it was a victorian thing that nicknames werent really common? plus clora's so proper that it just feels like its in her personality to always call seb "sebastian"... i feel like if she ever DID call him "seb" he'd do a double take and be like ...HUH? who are you???......are you polyjuiced? LMAO. i do imagine seb calling clora "love" when they get older tho (not in hogwarts) bc i like how simple it is, and imagining him saying stuff like 'careful, love' makes me🫠🫠🫠🫠

aw TYY💖💖 honestly i didnt give the victorian setting TOO much thought, other than making clora more modest/not used to wearing trousers etc. like the actual victorian courting process was that youd ALWAYS be chaperoned by at least 1 other person and you wouldnt be able to kiss or anything, so the fact that our mcs are in a co-ed school with free reign already ruins that, so i wouldnt worry too much about it. a lot of it you can just wave off with the excuse that wizard society is more advanced than muggle society, which is true anyway LOL. i just kept the parts that i thought were fun/made it feel victorian ENOUGH but got rid of the stuff that was too annoying (one big example being the amount of clothing they wear....i said it in the notes for one of my chapters, but i wasnt about to make seb go through like 5 different layers just to touch cloras titty LMFAO) and no i didnt have 1 specific website i used, id just google "blank in victorian times" and look through all the articles and resources i could on that subject, and take little bits of it. SO YEA i wouldnt worry about it too much, just take what you want if you think it could enrich your story, and leave stuff out if its annoying to deal with BHAHA. and GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WRITING!!💖💖

BAHAHA yeah sebs bark was defs bigger than his bite when it came to actually having kids/getting clora pregnant LOL. he defs loves the pregnancy part, but i feel like seeing her go through the actual labour was super hard on him/made him feel guilty bc he hates to see her in pain, let alone bc of HIM. not to mention that i imagine he would still work even once they have kids, so to leave clora with like 6 kids by herself isnt something he would have wanted to do LOL. once both lewis and celeste are in hogwarts tho i actually imagine seb and clora still doing curse breaking as well (albeit less dangerous jobs/not as far away) BUT YES having a third kid that looks like seb and is sassy like anne would be SO CUTEEE...a happy accident is a good idea too, tho i kinda like the idea of it being cloras idea.....like, she gets baby fever again now that the kids are kinda growing up and sebs like no i dont wanna put u through that again... but obvs seb wouldnt be able to resist if clora was begging seb to put a baby in her LMFAOOO its already as good as done at that point😇😇 AND THANK YOU, and im glad you liked it!!!🥹💖💖💖

@the-kcm-muggleborn AWWW ur right thats so pretty.....ty for showing me!!🥹and im glad it make you think of clora...SHE WOULD APPROVE OF THESE STUDIES👌⭐🌙

[thedrotter]

Re:Kinder Fun fact time!! Did you know? 😊

Yuuichi's theme song (the one that often accompanies his entrances with "Vamos Cantar!"), 新しい夏のナナ, is not in any latin language such as Spanish or Portuguese, despite its lyrics sounding as such. It's actually in Hanamogera, which to put it simply is nonsense speech based on japanese syllables. So the song's lyrics are essentially gibberish meant to imitate the sound of latin music! 😊

It is listed as such in the source site for the song, oo39.com, where the song can be found as "YS068" in the hanamogera category.

Additional fun fact! The song can also be found in Spotify as Vien Nana by Oo39.com themselves alongside a few other select songs from the site. So you can properly enjoy the song on the platform without having to import it from your local files.

Those are the fun Re:Kinder related fun facts for today... Use them to entertain your friends at parties ! ☺️

[budasina-cattail]

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[harukyuu2]

hello!! May I request a fic about wind breaker (including Togame jo) scenario when they "accidentally" walk in on you while you're changing? Thank you!!!!!!!!

-‘๑’-⇢ ˗ˏˋ Woah! Sorryyy! - wbk boys seeing you change:࿐ྂ-‘๑’- !! - Haruka, Suo, Togame and Endo !! (Endo's part is pretty suggestive, implied fem!reader in some cases, small revision only :p)

"Hey, where do you have your... FUCK, DAMN—" ♡ Boy smashed your door closed without even saying sorry, too much embarassment— he cant handle it! You didnt even notice him until he smashed the door, it was like a split second interaction! ♡ You never saw him SOOO red, like— he always blushes! But today?? You can almost see smoke coming out of his head, his red has the saturation on a 100% ♡ His brain isnt working, he cant even form a sentence to you or even look you in the eyes, he feels like he's gonna explode if he does. ♡ If he didnt run out of your house by now, you can reassure him its fine, but youre gonna get embarassed mumbles until he's actually able to think without that image in his head. ♡ At the end of the day, with a looot and i mean A LOT of reassureance and patience for his blush to go down, you'll get your usual nervous boyfriend again, maybe even an apology! ♡ Still, that image of you stayed in his head for more time than necessary— and he probably felt guilty, but also youre too pretty in his eyes! He isnt sure how he got you still.

"...You know im— im sorry or whatever for...fuck, you know! not knocking or somethin'...whatever, damn—"

"Sweetie, are you ready to left alrea— Oh. Sorry!" ♡ He's actually SO CALM, he stands like "🧍‍♂️" checking on you a quick second before leaving politely, you cant even hear him walking, the only sound in the room is his apology AND THATS IT. ♡ Tbh, its surprising you catched him in a situation like that. Suo, as a boyfriend, know everything you need or what youre doing, or what youre about to do...His mind is literally connected to yours— so him thinking you were ready and it was wrong? First time you caught him out of guard. ♡ He stares at you. More than he usually does. You could catch him staring at you and he wouldnt look away! His eyes are literally glued to you (They were already, but now more than always) ♡ Now, Suo can be mature— like reaally mature, but still he's a teenager! So he feels a little embarassed, he's just good at hidding it. Not lying, the image doesnt leave his mind and he feels really inmature for it! ♡ He doesnt know how to bring the topic without making you uncomfortable, but he needs to. So, at night, when youre about to fall asleep, pretty dozed off from reality, he finally turns to cup your cheek and sweetly murmurs— whether you remember it or not, well... he's just going to play it silly in the morning.

"That color and laces looked good on you, darling. Sweet dreams, sorry for not knocking."

"Babe, take your time, but just so you dont scold me later, fireworks start at— ...uh, sorry. Uhh, that color looks good on you! I mean, sheesh, alright— im leaving, im leaving..." ♡ SLOW ASS TURTLE. Talks with you without noticing youre changing. Another man who just stands like "🧍‍♂️" while looking at you for a whole ten seconds and he tries to fix it with compliments just for you to have to push him outside of the bedroom ♡ He hums outside of your room, wondering if he made you uncomfortable or something, relationships are something new for him too— so he has zero idea how to handle this situation at first. ♡ He wont lie that he finded you pretty, thats a normal thing! Well, he guesses...so he wont see complimenting you on it as a bad a thing, but he does understand that not knocking was wrong (and not moving quickly too) ♡ Being on his side was silent for a moment before he leaved a sigh, scratched his neck before ruffling your hair and apologized in a cute way— he learned to talk a lot better after his fight with Haruka and always expresses himself honestly with you.

"'m sorry im just saying this now, i should had knocked...anyways, you looked pretty though...i mean it! You know i love you, right?"

"Babyyyy...Hurry up so we can go on a walk already! do you want to— DAAAMNN, that one looks good on you! is that the one i gived you money to buy? i should buy you another, but in blue and— Dont push meeee...!" ♡ Clingy, whining, sassy ASSSS...He wont leave that room until you try to push him like a good damn minute. Worst of all? While you push him out of the bedroom, he would make sassy remarks of other colors you could try that would look better with a damn big grin in his face. ♡ Apologizing? Nah, he's more into the old good "teasing my girlfriend until she feels the urge to beat me!!", íf you two went to the shopping...yeah, probably points out a store that sells them only to annoy you more. ♡ Follows you around even if youre mad or something, complimenting you on the way and even if he feels playful,(Literally everyday) will squeeze your waist just to scare you and finally get your attention directed to his face. ♡ Once you two are back to your house, he's teasingly tracing the contour of your bra through your shirt, holding you close and not letting his eyes fall from yours, he tempts you through them only to finally squeeze you into an hug since he's a romantic one, of course..!

"Im not going to apologize for finding you pretty, babe. Were not in a backwards world, arent we? So stop frowning and i'll spoil you in more gifts!"

I got confused and i made headcanons D: But i'll probably make a scenario for Togame if you rlly want it !!

[m4y4wasnthere]

soc!reader x dallas winston hcs

cw: minor smoking mention, suggestive ones at the end

you were friends with Pony and Johnny because of Cherry

Pony and Johnny always would talk abt how tuff you were, Dallas once overheard them

He didn’t like you, he wasnt fond of the fact you were a soc, regardless of what pony and johnny said abt you. the only reason he didn’t hate you was because of how Cherry proved herself to be a good person

they had to beg darry to let you come over

you were wearing a white sweetheart top with some simple jeans. you loved pearl necklaces and was wearing a pink bow in your hair

when he first saw you, his first thought was how pretty you were. he liked the fact you were slightly dolled up just to meet your friend’s crew

“whats your name dollface?” dallas completely set aside his soc hatred for you

his reaction left pony and johnny shocked lmao “dal i thought you didnt lik-“ dallas shoved pony before he could finish his sentence.

you didnt hear alot about dallas, but you knew he was a hood who got into jail every other week.

you couldnt help but giggle to the nickname, “my name is y/n, nice to meet you, um dal is it?”

his heart fluttered at you calling him that. “uh- the name is dallas winston but yea, you can call me dal.” he tried and lean on the doorway behind him but he missed and slipped before quickly catching himself

he mentally facepalmed , he knew the gang was gonna make fun of him for this later

he loves seeing all your outfits and all the different accessories you have

you have a white/pink mustang and he engraved D.W + (ur initals) on it

you were a bit angry when you found it but it was small and hidden enough to the point where u decided u werent gonna get it fixed (you secretly thought it was cute the whole time)

hes snuck into your room plenty of times, and you love putting a bow in his hair

“cmon doll, y’know i dont wear this girl stuff” he sat on your bed, slightly sinking on the mattress.

“baby if you want to keep sneaking in here then yes, you do wear this girl stuff.” After the bow was clipped on, you kissed his cheek and he seemed to not mind anymore.

Tries his best not to get into jail as much anymore because you hate it. not only do you hate being separated from him, you want him to have an okayyy rep when he meets your parents

hes not completely sober (yet? lets hope 🤞) but he starts to limit how much he smokes since he doesn’t want to be a bad influence on you. If you guys are around each other, then he won’t smoke. Even if that means no smoking for a whole day or 2

you get super scared whenever he surprises you by walking to your house because you dont want him to get jumped by other soc’s

you were chilling on your couch when you heard someone knock on the door, you were in pretty floral silk-like pajamas and had your hair up.

you peeked before seeing your boyfriend. “Dal what’re you doing here? Did you walk here?”

“…yes, but im fine doll s-“

“Dallas Winston, I told you to not walk here by yourself, especially in broad daylight! What if you got jumped!” He walked in, and you locked the door. You crossed your arms, not stepping towards him.

he hates it when you use his full name, his head was down and he fake pouted. “ ‘m sorry doll, forgive me please. I’ll make it up to you.” He held his arms out for a hug.

As much as you wanted to stand your ground, you gave into his hug.

lets just say you guys were kissing.. alot, he promised to make it up to you 🤷‍♀️

He secretly loves saving up whatever money he has to buy you nice things, makes him feel like he actually deserves you. Probably would play it off by saying stuff like “saw this lying around and…” “i picked this up on the way…do you like it?”

His insecurity about if you actually want him and if hes good enough for you is pretty apparent. He doesn’t think you see it but you’ve caught on and make sure to tell him you love him a lot.

• suggestive ones •

Loves praising you, especially if your giving him a blowjob or right when the round finishes

“Your eyes are so pretty looking up at me doll”

“You’re taking me so well”

“You were so good doll, I love seeing you feel good because of me”

You once wore a pretty white lingerie set, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you for hours

Teases you a lot about your matching bra/panty sets

“You matched for me doll?”

“The white sets’ my favorite”

Can’t get enough of your beautiful face, he once gave you a facial and ever since then, he always hopes you allow him to do it everytime

[stargirllt]

hi. pornstar by nessa barrett but charlie’s the pornstar and he has like a secret onlyfans and his afab/fem bestie (reader) finds it because she’s like “ooh this guy’s body is hot” and then she’s like “wait his voice is really familiar” and then she sees the tattoo on his arm and is like 👁️👄👁️ as she realizes the guy she’s been the biggest fan of is actually her best friend and then it’s literally the song and she kinda hints at it with him then blatantly pulls an “i know what you are” and then they fuck :3

found you 1/2

hey mika you're a genius i love you and im making this into a two part series and im sorry its so late

you'd just gotten home from work, finished your shower, eaten dinner, and now it was time to satisfy the insatiable hunger that'd been stirring in your core since you'd left work. you see, you had a bit of a crush on your best friend, charlie; but he couldn't know that, so you had to continue like things were normal. that included calling him every day on your way home. 

this time, though, it seemed like he was the one hiding something. he was stuttering the whole time, getting distracted more easily than usual, and he kept groaning softly into the microphone. that was the main cause of the pit of neediness beginning to make its way into your core. by the end of the call, you were soaked.

so here you were, alone in your room, hand between your legs, searching twitter for your favorite nsfw creator. it's not like you were some perv or anything. i mean, the only reason you watched him was because he sounded like charlie, okay maybe you were a perv.

anyway, when you check his account you see that he posted less than twenty minutes ago. about an hour after you got off call with charlie. it was just another audio, but the caption stated that he made on onlyfans. it had a full body view, excluding his face for obvious reasons. 

you contemplated it, like really did. and then you went back to the actual audio and played the whole thing. the clip was different from the others, he spoke in this one. and even more surprising, he let out a very quiet whimper of charlies nickname for you. your fucking nickname.

so obviously you exited out of the video and clicked the link to his onlyfans. his user was "@slime_kingg" surely you were just reading into things. surely it wasn't him. once you'd calmed yourself down from that episode, you remember about the aching between your legs. you sigh, reach one hand back down, and subscribe to the page.

this wasnt a proud moment for you, paying real american dollars to see the naked body of a man who vaguely resembles your best friend of years. however, you did already pay, so why not take advantage of it. you click the first available video on the page. 

the man is sprawled out on a bed with a vaguely familiar blanket under him, you can't quite place where you know it from. once you press play, you can see the vibrator tied to the tip of his cock. he reaches around to turn on the vibrator and you see it. charlie's tattoo. it's bright blue, unique, on the inside of his wrist, pretty hard to miss.

suddenly everything clicks. the man sounds like charlie because it is charlie. the nickname, the tattoo, the voice, the hiding. so you stop what you're doing and you call him. he picks up almost immediately.

"hello?"

"hey char! i have tell you something."

"of course, whats up, n/n?"

"i found it."

"w-what? what are you talking about?"

"you know. i know. slime_kingg? really?"

"ohmygod-"

"chill out, charlie. im not mad, i dont think you're weird or anything. but i do think you're a slut." you giggle at the end of your sentence, watching the anxiety leave him and slowly come back.

"thank you, oh my gosh. please don't tell anyone, it would ruin everything."

"i wont, char. don't worry. i do have a request though,"

"what is it?" he sounded anxious, worried, even.

"i want you to come over, and show me what you're doing to yourself when you record those audios."

radio silence. then, it comes. the jingling of his keys.

"im on my way right now."

"ill see you then, babe." you hang up the phone and realize what you just did. immediately you get up to do your makeup, clean up the house, and put on  your favorite pair of underwear. 

about twenty minutes later, he arrives, not even bothering to knock. he barges into your house, going straight to your bedroom when he doesn't see you in the living room.

"y/n? im here!" he yells, still in search of you. when he enters your room, he freezes. 

"charlie.." you stand and walk to him, stopping right in front of where he stood. he closes the gap, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a harsh, passionate movement.

you whine softly into his mouth. "god, charlie. are you gonna do what i asked you to?"

"mhm, is that okay? c-can i do that now?" 

"yeah, sweetheart. show me what you do when you're alone, when you record those audios, when you think about me. im just gonna watch." you sit on the edge of the bed, facing him. he strips himself of his clothes and lays back on the bed.

"i can't, i just ca-cant-" 

"you wanna see me baby?"

"mhm! yes yes please"

you slip off your t-shirt and unclasp your bra, now kneeling next to him on your bed. 

"you can touch me baby, only if you keep touching yourself, though."

he whines and reaches one hand out to lightly grope your tits while still pumping his cock. 

"oh you sound so pretty baby, can i- can i touch you?" you question, unsure if you're crossing a line or not.

"please touch me, m-" he cuts himself off and his eyes widen.

"what was that? what, what did you just call me?"

"please mommy?"

"good boy, i'll touch you."

"ohmygod thank you mommy,"

you wrap your hand around his throbbing cock and begin to stroke him.

"baby, you're leaking everywhere. so needy for me, so needy for your mommy."

at those words he perks up and his dick twitches in your hand. he whines loudly and tries to hide his face in your tits.

"oh baby, dont be embarrassed. are you close, char?"

he nods and continues to shake and whine before cumming all over your hand and shooting up to his stomach and lower chest. 

"so good baby, take your time." when he finally comes down from his high, he snuggles further into your chest.

"baby, i need to get up so i can clean you off."

"mmph," 

once the both of you were cleaned up, you lied together in your bed giggling and talking about nothing.

"charlie? i think next time we need to record this for your onlyfans."

"shut up" he laughs into your chest.

[kenyummy]

I totally get where you’re coming from, but when you’ve got readers that love your work and are willing to wait days for updates, don’t you think you should deliver with at least some effort? I get what you’re doing with the commas but sometimes it’s just too much. There are some parts where your goal is clearly to make it dramatic, but the execution of the comma just makes it cringe in the end. It honestly just ruins the experience.

sorry, this is getting kind of ridiculous and this pissed me off to the point i think this warrants a reply. what do you mean deliver with at least some effort? i get it if you dont enjoy my writing style, everyone has their preferences. but to say I don't put effort into my writing is one: quite frankly rude, and two: completely wrong.

im not too sure if you're a writer or not, but if you are, then you'll understand it when I mean you have good and bad days. sometimes i can barely get out a sentence without hating it, and other days, I can write 4k words in 2 hours with no issue. sometimes i vent my feelings into my work without really thinking about punctuation and wording: ergo, commas.

god forbid i overuse a writing tool... like... what 😭 this is genuinely such a stupid thing to say and the fact that u feel entitled enough to say that I'm OBLIGED to put "effort" into my work because people on the internet want it is ABSOLUTELY INSANE to me.

again, i do this for FUN. I don't want to pursue writing professionally. I don't want to be a full time writer, so I don't need critiscm. I don't take requests because I only write when I want to, and get things out when I feel like it. readers like you who act like they deserve a new chapter of a fic i only do because i want a break from everyday life sometimes genuinely make me dread going through my inbox/comments sometimes.

I know you're probably only trying to be supportive, but this is absolutely the wrong way to go about it. if my work bothers you this much just read another fic. i don't want/need your criticism, it's very unnecessary.

in fact, I have plenty of writers stashed up for you that use NO commas! how about that? 😍. bet that'll be a nice break from the INFLUX of those stupid, pesky writing tools.

if u think my writing is cringe... well... I have an INSANE suggestion okay... don't read it... I know. crazy, right? nobody is entitled to a new chapter of a fucking tumblr fanfiction and you absolutely have no place to criticise my writing on ANONYMOUS. 😭😭 pm me if u have an issue then we will talk like actual adults thanks

(people on tumblr r so much more entitled than anywhere else, and I've been on four different fanfiction sites over the past 5 years. only ever got complaints about my writing on tumblr. insane.)

[skxllz]

Hi! IDK IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS BUT IM GONNA SEND ONE ANYWAY AND YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU ARENT TAKING REQUESTS

Can you do Lucifer, Alastor and whoever else you wanna add with a reader who just swallows/eats anything/weird things?

A piece of tissue? Sure! Plastic? Yippee! A pebble? Why not! Keys? Yummy! A rubber duck? Quack quack! A piece of Alastors cane? Don’t kill me!!

I'm not currently taking requests but I'll do this for you hon <3 I apologize if it doesn't live up to your expectations!

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 & 𝐯𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐭...

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🐤 - 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛

➳ when you two first started dating - scratch that, first started talking, he picked up on the fact that you had random quirks. bored? you'd make random noises. sometimes, you'd lay on the floor just to lay there. for no reason, you'd hang upside down on the couches in the foyer. —he once questioned you and you said, I quote, “ I want to feel the blood rush to my head, it's fun. ”— to say the least, you puzzled him, but he brushed it off because who wasn't an oddball in hell?

➳ now, when you actually started dating and you got more comfortable is when he noticed some of his rubber ducks missing - and not just the ducks, but rather some of the things he used on them as well. glue, for example.

➳ “ hey, um, sweetie? ” he approached you one day, quite confused from where his things were suddenly disappearing to. you hummed in reply, looking up from your phone. lucifer blinked at you slowly, trying to come up with a way to word his sentence without seeming like he was accusing you of anything. “ have you seen my glue? the kind I use for- ” — “ no. ” you had answered too quickly for his liking.

➳ as the days carried on, more of his shit would vanish. it got to the point where it'd frustrate him. it wasn't until one day, where his latest creation knocked off of his desk and rolled under it, did he find one of the ducks he had been looking for. except... it had a bite mark taken out of it...

➳ lucifer was dubbed shocked. his eyes widened, lips pulled down in a duck-lipped press. what in the seven rings of hell? he's never seen anything like this, and he doesn't own a hell hound, so who-

➳ and then his mind drifted to you.

➳ he recalled your weird behaviour; the way you were sweating nervously and avoiding eye contact. he should've known you had something to do with it.

➳ but to eat his rubber ducks? he's going to have a serious talk with you about your diet.

+++

📻 - 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛

➳ this radio demon didn't really show interest in you at first. you seemed innocent - too innocent, but still innocent, and that just didn't catch his attention in the slightest. if anything, you seemed bothersome.

➳ I'd like to think he first took interest in you when vaggie found a corner of the end of her spear broken off. no one dared touched it before, and you were new to the hotel - it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. but I guess, in a sense, no one else suspected you since you never bothered anything else.

➳ one night, when almost everyone was asleep, you snuck off to the kitchen to find something to eat. you were starving since you hadn't had dinner and couldn't really bother to just fall asleep on an empty stomach. a certain radio demon had followed you, startling you out of your wits as you turned around only to spot him there. “ funny to see you awake, dear! ”

➳ you explained to him, nervously, that you couldn't sleep. he hummed, pretending to show he was listening, before skipping right to the point of why exactly he was there. “ I couldn't help but realize that, earlier today when our dearest vaggie was rather upset, you hadn't moved an inch from your spot on the sofa. in fact, you seemed almost... ” he paused, pretending to ponder, his smile widening. “ guilty. care to explain the reasoning for that, hm? ”

➳ at that point, you were avoiding eye contact. hands twined behind your back, thumbs twiddling out of anxiousness, you searched for an excuse through your jumbled brain, attempting to think of absolutely anything just to slip away from alastor. but knowing him, he'd probably see right through the charade - he's been around way longer than you, and is a mastermind at getting into people's heads. no doubt he'd figure out you fibbed. — “ I just felt guilty that I couldn't help at all. vaggie is a close friend, I hate to see her upset. ”

➳ instead of buying the lie, like you had predicted, the bob-wearing demon leaned down and gave you a close-lipped grin; half lidded eyes flashing dangerously beneath the light that gleamed from atop the stove. “ or is it because, perhaps, you had something to do with it? ”

➳ that's when you blurted out. “ I ate it. ” and, much too afraid to gouge alastor's reaction, you turned and took off running out of the kitchen.

➳ if you would've stayed, however, you would've seen the way alastor's eyes momentarily widened. he was.. shocked, to say the least. he didn't think he had heard you right at first, but he knew for certain his ears didn't deceive him.

➳ with his narrowed eyes now staring after your figure, he straightened his posture, folding his hands behind his back and humming to himself. “ interesting creature, they are... ”

➳ you have now caught his attention. expect more interactions with the infamous deer!

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📺 - 𝚟𝚘𝚡

➳ picture this; you're one of velvette's models. you're dating vox, her business partner. they're both aware of how weird you can be, and yet, they both seem to favorite you - hell, even val (but let's face it, he just wants you for your body, which isn't going to happen).

➳ you're in the middle of getting your hair prepped and straightened when you had the sudden urge to just chew. it always came on randomly, but most of the time when you were bored. sitting in a chair, with sprits blasting into your face and hair utensils tugging in your hair, and hell forbid you weren't allowed to move- it was not exactly fun. so you started to eye the new collection of makeup sponges that were just set upon your personal vanity.

➳ they looked squishy, flimsy, chewable... oh so tempting. so while rachelle, your hairstylist, was busy talking her head off, too busy to notice you stretching your arm forward, you snatched one up.

➳ velvette came strutting down the midst of the aisle with a firm hand on her hip and a ripple in the center of her brow, shouting at many of the other stylists on what to do, what not to do - what looked better on her models, what looked cheap. she could not afford to have her best women looking as if they escaped the hands of a hellhound, it just wouldn't do. but that's when she turned, pointing a demanding finger at rachelle to amp up the heat on your straightener because the ends of your hair were curling up. that's also when she noticed you not only chewing on the newly bought sponge, but eating it.

➳ “ oh for fuck sake! ” the dark-skinned demon spewed, catching your attention and making you freeze. velvette reached an arm forward, only to wrap her digits around what was left of the sponge and rip it from your grasp. your chair turned on cue, showing you sheepishly smiling at the fuming female. “ I told you not to stuff your damn mouth full of random shit! especially my new makeup equipment — ” she turned away, stomping her healed foot to the ground. “ fuck! ”

➳ it wasn't long before vox had arrived before the demoness due to her calling him and shouting profanities over the phone. you were left to sit in the chair, huffing nonsense under your breath, while rachelle finished with your hair in silence.

➳ when the overlord made his presence known, rachelle excused herself — and thankfully she had finished your hair. “ y/n, dear.. ” vox smoothly spoke, for once not sounding like an overly cocky twat. it's usually only in the presence of others, but given that not many people were around, he dialed a softer tone with you.

➳ “ I didn't do anything, ” you rolled your eyes, looking away with a puffed out frown. yes, you were spoiled, but who wouldn't be, dating the owner and inventor of voxtech?

➳ vox sharply looked down at you, eyeing you with a sense of irritance —for angering velvette— but fondness —because you're his—. “ don't be like that. how many times have we talked about eating random things, hm? ”

➳ “ ... about- fifty nine? I lost count. ”

➳ “ around there. ” the tv demon moved, placing his hands on the back of the swivel chair you sat upon, while now holding eye contact with you through the mirror to your vanity. “ and what have we talked about, sweetheart? ”

➳ you were silent at first. staring him down, eyes hooded and ghosted over with annoyance. it was irritating how he was speaking to you like a child. “ well? ” vox impatiently, patiently, questioned; his claws dragging along the back of the chair, only to glide over your nape. closing your eyes out of bliss from the movement, you sighed. “ don't eat random things because they're bad for me... ”

➳ “ exactly. ” vox mischievously smiled down to you, squeezing the back of your neck gently. “ now, don't you think you owe velvette an apology? ”

➳ as you nod your head, vox releases his grip on you, letting your hair fall back down against your skin. “ good. come now, we have to get that out of the way; I have things to discuss with you. ”

➳ your discussion ended pretty well :).

[lyrakanefanatic]

https://www.reddit.com/r/TheInheritanceGames/s/aXvI2s1MTg

if i could shove my foot all the way down somebody’s throat, i would do it to this person.

OPEN THE LINK AND READ BEFORE HAND BTW!!!

okay. im gonna make this brief because this person literally pissed me off so badly and then they had the AUDACITY to mention gender roles.

they said “oh, if lyra was a GUY and stalked grayson hawthorne for a year, then got mad when he didnt pay attention to her” or some other bullshit. like how… HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO MENTION GENDER ROLES RIGHT NOW WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE BEING SEXIST.

idec. people hold female characters to SUCH a high standard.

first of all, SHE NEVER FUCKING STALKED GRAYSON??? she tried to get his number. thats it. she in no way harmed him and when he told her to stop calling, SHE IMMEDIATELY DID. grayson engaged in those phone calls, so dont act like hes a baby and lyra forced that phone down his throat. she didnt.

edit: i didnt add this bc i forgot but i have to mention this now

and since that person mention lyra being a stalker for GETTING SOMEBODYS PHONE NUMBER, then why dont we start being technical?

the hawthornes sending letter after letter to averys house about the will was stalking. grayson showing up at. her. school. just to talk to her about the will was stalking. but wait…. thats not right. it’s only okay when grayson does it!!!

AND EVERYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS POST ACTUALLY MAKES ME WANT TO DIE. “oh, but lyra was mad at grayson for not calling her back, yadayada” HEY. DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THIS IS? SINCE YOURE SO SMART DONT YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS? THATS SOMETHING CALLED A FUCKING FLAW.

YES lyra being petty is bad. but it was ALSO bad when grayson was outright rude to avery for no reason in the first book, or when jameson treated avery as a game again, FOR NO REASON in the—KEYWORD—first. book.

because guess what? do you wanna read what that says?

book 1! as in book 1 in a trilogy! as in square 1 for characters to learn to grow!

this bitchbag moaned and whined about lyra not being perfect. WELL GUESS WHO TF ALSO WASNT PERFECT IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE TRILOGY THEY APPEARED IN?

grayson hawthorne.

jameson hawthorne.

OH RIGHT! THE GUYS THAT EVERYBODY IN THIS FANDOM D RIDES LIKE THERES NO TOMORROW!!

oh my god. you’re so right. if lyra was “half as intelligent as she claimed to be”, then she would have realized through her trauma and obvious depression that the guy who she had been blaming because she is a flawed character who is still growing wasnt at blame. YOU SOLVED IT!!!

guess what!!! if you would have clipped every one of lyra’s “annoying and whiny” depressed thoughts and stuck them together but changed her name to grayson, i deadass would have thought that jlb wrote graysons pov of the inheritance games. you know why? OH RIGHT, BECAUSE THEY GO THROUGH THE EXACT SAME FUCKING HEALING PROCESS!

except everybody’s baby grayson DOESNT immediately get better at the end!! yeah, it took him 4 books to heal!! but oh no, lyra needs to be a perfectly healthy no bad days mother teresa #2 in the first sentence of her FIRST BOOK IN A TRILOGY for people to not raise their pitchforks!! fun fact: YOU ARE SEXIST!!

if you agree with this redditors points: you are sexist.

if you loved grayson even in the first book/even after you finished the trilogy but agree with this redditors points: you are sexist.

ALL IN ALL, THANK YOU TIG/TGG NON-TUMBLR COMMUNITY FOR BEING THE MOST SEXIST PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET, DONALD TRUMP WOULD BE PROUD 🫶🫶🫶

ps. im tempted to make a reddit account and reply to that post and ALLLLLL its comments, but just making this actually made my blood boil. like im being serious when i say that i had to stop mid writing. because im genuinely done with blatant sexism i cant stand it and i especially cant stand knowing that nobodies safe if even BOOK CHARACTERS are being targeted.

(also btw NO i dont think you’re sexist if u have genuine criticism for her character. but this wasnt that. this was blind hate and sexism because nobody nowadays has even a shred of literacy comprehension. there was a reply of a girl genuinely criticizing how she was written and i understand that, but this? this was genuinely sexist and it actually makes me mad that even book characters are facing harsh standards like this.)

[ay-chuu]

Thank you, next? (Ex!)

Obey me boys (brothers + dateables <except simeon>) past lovers hcs and thoughts about why mc is different from them. <AKA why they fell for you> (By the way i didnt specify any gender in ex's because i talk about all genders!!) Mc is gn too!

(Warning: kinda suggestive. Talking about one night stands and pls, pls spare my grammer mistakes eng. Is not my first language 😔🤙🏾)

Notes: idk why but i couldn't write for my fav, simeon. Maybe i will add him to this post in future

Lucifer

I dont think his pride let him date someone ever. He stayed in the line of courting and flirting. Like really a lot. He just wanted to see if they were going to gain his affection or not. The persons im actually talking about is always... prideful like him. He never gave a chance to people like Diavolo. (So diavolo was his first in this category AHEM!) Loyals to noble, citizen to high society. It didnt matter to him. He flirted everyone who catched his attention (which is really hard...) and when it happened it just ended with some one night stands. He never felt love. He just liked them for fun, passion or just to... experience. Witches, sorcerers, demons, angels... it really didnt matter to him.

Personas like Mc was out of his lines naturally. His pride didnt even make him thought about it. But as his brothers started to be fond of you, he realised what he misses. The real sincerity he wants, the real experience he aches... that was the first realization of his love for you.

Mammon

He dated people that mostly like him. careless, luxury-loving, praise-loving and boastful... you know the starboys, stargirls, star people like 'amazing' as him. Models, actresses, actors, singers, idols... and even though he never dated a witch he had some one night stands. Sorry for bad example but until meeting mc, dating for him was like leanardo di'caprios love life 👋🏼😭 (HE DOESN'T HAVE THE AGE PROBLEM PLS)

The reason he fell hard was how he actually felt some really careness from mc unlike some fake praises or just you know... unnecessary exaggerated sentences. But with mc, he really felt like being listened. Being cared, being not put the role of some jerk.

Leviathan

None. Except you count his 3 months virtual lover lolol?? He was just jealous of his brothers and wanted to experience it but he just really felt like doing some lovers rp in that time. Even his brothers doesn't know this too.

Does he really have to explain? You always acted him nice. Never saw him as a key of something. You really loved to listen his yapping. And never judged him for a something that he actually screwed. Yoy accepted him as a friend, and he did too. But as some time passes... he realised he was in love with his true friend.

Satan

Dating? No. Courting? No. Flirting? For some fun and lust, yes. Just these. Except that he loved to be unique socialite. He loved to feel the 'i want to be with you' eyes on him. He never admits this too. But like a cat, he just loved to gain it. His social connections are everwhere so from witches to sorcerers, models to artists, lower demons to nobles he always got the attention he wanted. But like i said it was just some fun. A passion that lasts as long match. Thats all.

You accepted the challenge of peeling his barriers. And the first time you did... he was really angry. (The moment you declined his pact offer) he really didnt like to fail his achieves. But you didnt like it either. He loved that. But all aside, you found his existential crisis a solve. And you just did it because it became right to you. Not because you wanted to impress him... or lucifer. He felt this in his long life for first.

Asmodeus

... do you really need me to explain? All people. He tried every kind, sort, type, every! As long as he felt like a new kind of challenge, a new kind of lust and being worshiped. When i say everyone i mean it. From the devildom to human world. Even when he was an angel. He was just a bit more careful and less playful then.

Not being able to charm you? Challenge accepted. Being x2 times AND emotionally charmed by you? Take it back. TAKE IT BACK! He always loved to being attached not to attached to someone! But as he knows you more, he realize this is also a new kind of feeling! He always thought live long loves were going to make him so bored and prisoned at some point. And he was right about being prisoned. But did he care? Not anymore.

Beelzebub

Nahh even he did tried to date [he was just curious] it backfired. Whenever the person asked for some alone time or date he always declined because of some kind of planned event with his brothers. And with some time this caused the relationships end naturally. His family was always first for him.

And thats the reason. His family is always FIRST for him. And you, who saved his brother and made his family all happy and together again also were a family member. You were just new in it. You did what he couldnt. He was so grateful to have you... and his admiration for you turned to love. Because he realized how perfect you personality was. Because he realized how his family was healed with you.

Belphegor

He probably always made fun of this topic like an emo boy 🥲 whenever he felt some urges like lust he just had some one night stands. He was so focused on his self hatred side and that made him always look down on love.

And now he also hates about himself for this too. He always felt guilt how this way of thinking made him hurt you. How someone like you, just a human, free him from lucifer and... his own prison. He killed your trust. He literally strangled it with his hand. But still, you found a way to find a new trust again and show to him. He really believed he really didn't deserve you. And when he realized that, he knew what he was feeling.

Diavolo

He did it for learning duty. As the prince of devildom he must know how to court a lady, gentleman or anybody. So he really courted lots of person. He was really kind to them. Even though he was forced to do so with some of them (ahem politic reasons) he never dropped his perfect act. But problem was here. It was all act. He never felt like saying the things he actually said. Or when he spent the night away with them he always felt so weird after with it. Still knowing he was going to marry a demon someday and going to do that anyways, he did not think so much on it.

But never he did think he would fallen love with a human that he invited. At first he really tried to deny and reason himself. Like even though he did break all the 3 barriers and connected them, this didn't gave a permission to have you. Still, he didnt care. He always acted like a good prince and he still does. Doesn't he deserves some really sincerity. Doesn't he deserves your kind actions. Even if its a little bit, doesn't he deserves you?

Barbatos

This mf... bro is the kind of parent that did all kind of things but never let his son doing it. I mean it. When he was using his power freely he did lots of sins about love. Breaking hearts, seducing someone taken to have it himself, then leave them to start a new adventure... man was the owner of the song: heartless. But since he started to serve as diavolo's butler, he changed all of his personas about this. Even his one night stands was so rare. And he is acting like a such a parent about this too. Like when diavolo starts to say about his new courtship bro is yapping like "may i meet them first my lord?" . If there was a thing that didn't changed about him, this was how slowly he would give himself to someone.

And this happened with you too. When he sensed your interest, he hid himself pretty well. But the trouble was, Barbatos realized that your interest was more of a pure curiosity than the curiosity he had experienced in the past. In fact, many people had approached him like this in the past. The difference was that now he had really changed. Goodness, did many year let him forget what was exciting about this... but no. This was so much better. Because for a first time, he wanted to give in really. For a first time he wanted to last it long. Yes he changed a lot. And he wished he did it sooner.

Solomon

I do not think in game he had 700 wives and 300 concubine BUT i think he dated some people for benefits. Like more power, knowledge, etc. Also he had a loong life as human so im sure he had sone interests. But he never felt... the one for him. He just felt nice, giggly, also got the things he wanted. Thats all. "It was nice while it lasted" is the quote for him.

At first he was amused how every brother started to fall for you one by one. This got him curious. He actually thought you were like him and always found a way to charm someone to make them do the things you wanted. But he didn't expect you to be REALLY get attached to brothers because you love them. And it was this easy for you. He was all alone in his thoughts and goals almost in every inch of his life. But you came, didn't question him, just wanted to help him with his loneliness like you did the brothers. You didn't even asked more from him but he wanted to give you more. So he ofdered you to be his apprentice. For him, you were a diamond he had been searching in underground for decades.

[gr1ffins]

Make Me Happy

pairing. griffin lovell (harley) x gn!reader

synopsis. you and griffin are on your way to wreak havoc on liverpool, but before you can get there, you end up in a slippery situation.

notes. this is more of a character study for griffin as i get more accustomed to writing for him. i do intend to write something for y'all actually arriving and completing your mission in liverpool, but i wanted to get more comfortable with the dynamic i imagine he has with reader first. ignore the occasional ooc, i swear im working on it.

additional warning for discussion of political topics. i like to think i am well informed, but i am certainly not a literary academic like kuang. i dont have her vast knowledge of language or close fondness for classics, that allow her to reference them throughout her works in tasteful ways. she clearly researched 1830s politics and history in a way i am not familiar with. i am just a stem student, with way too much to say about chemical bonds and entropy. so. be warned that the political conversations here are limited to what i feel as though i can accurately represent. i tried my best. thank you for understanding.

word count. 4.5k

part 2

“You’re going to start growing icicles,” You chide fondly.

Griffin casts you a sullen, narrow eyed glance from over his shoulder, even as he shivers stubbornly. “Yes. It’s a bit cold out.”

You snort, mindful of your steps over the icy cobblestone beneath your feet as you follow behind him into Stafford. The market town bustles around you, with carriages narrowly dodging out of your way and small town dogs nipping at each other’s heels as they scurry along the alleyways between buildings.

“It's been snowing since dawn, and it’s only going to get worse later,” You press on, despite seeing how Griffin’s body tenses. “If you weren’t so insistent on being miserable, you could borrow my—“

Griffin halts, turning around to face you. “Cut that out.”

You grin. “I hardly know what you mean.”

“I need an ally, not a nanny,” He says, and through one of the holes in his pockets you can see his balled up fist.

“Then consider me the Patroclus to your Achilles.” You mock salute, grinning even wider at how his nostrils flare.

“I don’t see you taking any spears for me.”

“Nonsense, I would gladly fight the gods and go to war for you.” A beat passes. “You’ve seen me take on Anthony when he’s irate for your sake, is that not close enough?”

It's true, Anthony and angry don’t really belong in the same sentence, but Anthony tends to have similar feelings about Griffin being unsupervised with gunpowder.

To his credit, Griffin’s expression smooths, though you can tell he’s not pleased, simply tired of your nonsense.

“A drink then,” You try again, determined to keep his fingers from freezing off. If he won’t take your help, at least the alcohol will warm him up. “It’ll hold you over until we get to the lodge. We’re not in any rush.”

Griffin fixes you with a scrutinizing look, eyes darting over your features as he searches for any trace of mischief or patronizing.

“You’ll get the bill,” Griffin finally concedes. He’s walking again before you can gloat, leaving you to scurry after his brisk pace.

You smile, a skip to your step. “When do I not?”

It doesn’t take long to find a pub, tucked tightly between a brothel and a poorly stocked convenience store. It smells of grime and something sticky, with too many scurrying shadows resembling rodents in the corners, but no one acknowledges you both as you enter and that is the best you could ask for.

Griffin slips into the farthest empty table of the bar within a few quick strides, pushing out the chair opposite of him with a stretched leg. You gladly take a seat, knees brushing with his under the table.

“We’ve still got a five hour walk,” You sigh, elbows resting on the tabletop to support the weight of your head in your hands. “Maybe we should get something to eat too.”

Griffin raises a brow, lips quirked up knowingly. “With what allowance?”

You slap your pockets confidently, only to realize they are a lot more empty than you remembered. You laugh nervously. “We’ll grab something to eat at the lodge then.”

Your stomach loudly disagrees, and Griffin shakes his head with a low huff of amusement.

You’re a third of the way between Birmingham and Liverpool, and a week ahead of a shipment that is supposed to be coming in containing enough silver to feed an army.

Well, if the letters from Griffin’s correspondents are correct at least.

He’s always vague about the details, and even more secretive about his letter’s recipients. Duo missions like this one are dangerous for that reason.

Griffin likes being in control, likes knowing. He has a hard time relinquishing that advantage, even when it would benefit you both. Even though you’re supposed to be partners.

You like him so much that you let him lead you blind.

Unfortunately, the danger is a very large part of Griffin’s allure and thrill. With him, the not-knowing and mortal peril is enough to keep you distracted from the much more frightening aspect of your relationship.

“Don’t drink,” Griffin warns, frowning at how you study the menu posted over the bar. “You’re already bundled like you're preparing for a Baltic winter, and I’m not babysitting a drunk the rest of the way to Newcastle.”

“I’m hardly a lightweight, take it easy,” You wave him off, smiling at the barmaid when she catches your eye. “Besides, I’m paying.”

Griffin gives you an incredulous look.

You make a gesture with your hand, signaling for two drinks and the barmaid nods. Turning back to Griffin, you return his cynical expression with a curl of your lips.

“At least one of us needs to have a good time.”

“I’ll have a good time in Liverpool when we blast those British ships out of the water,” Griffin says gruffly, foot tapping the floor. The pub is loud, loud enough that you almost don’t hear him; thankfully so too.

“I’m sure you will. I know how hard you’ve been working on those little explosives of yours,” You say, a little morosely. You certainly aren’t jealous of bombs for hogging all his attention, because that would be ridiculous.

“Don’t patronize me,” Griffin bristles. “They’re not little. We’re not going to want to be anywhere near them when they go off.”

“I know, you’ve given me the safety drill at least forty times now, grandpa,” You say, rolling your eyes.

Griffin is right though, he’s getting better at making more destructive weapons and match pairs. He has a real knack for handling gunpowder and all things deadly, picking and patching himself up every time he makes an error.

You're convinced the only reason he refuses to replace his second skin of a coat is because it holds practically a warehouse of weapons in his intricate inner pocket system he’s sewn in.

No, that you sewed in for him. He came to you one night with pricked fingers and an exasperated expression, needle and thread in hand. He hadn’t even needed to ask, you just took the coat from him and told him to retrieve it in the morning.

You stayed up all night sewing a second layer into the coat, hiding the seams of the pockets inside, allowing for better insulation and a sturdier structure. Griffin was very quiet when you’d given the coat back, and practically avoided you for weeks afterwards.

You don’t take it personally.

You also try not to take it personally that he hasn’t come to you to fix any of the tears or tiny holes in his coat since.

A strained silence falls over the both of you. Griffin watches the other bar patrons carefully, no doubt making note of their conversations and pocketing what little information he can gather. Part of you wishes Anthony was here to cheerfully smooth over whatever tension has been so clearly bubbling between you and Griffin.

Your relationship with him is clearly hurtling towards… something. These past few months have felt like you both have been in a dance that only you and him know the steps to. It’s like riding tidal waves of great highs, where you both laugh and argue and delight in one another’s presence; and immense lows, where Griffin pushes you as far away as he can and disappears like smoke between your fingers—or refuses to answer any questions you have for him, only providing you as much as he deems personally necessary.

The lows are typically caused by your stubborn attempts at getting him to be more vulnerable, though. God forbid you try to get him to eat a little more, or stay in one place long enough to have a full night's rest. What an unforgivable sin it is to want to see him cared for; warm, soft, and happy.

He pushes, you pull.

“Liverpool is going to be colder,” You finally break the silence, turning away from Griffin to avoid his frustrated stare and flag down your waiter.

“We aren’t going to be in Liverpool long,” Griffin says, still glowering even as his drink is set before him.

“Liverpool is going to be cold and wet,” You insist anyway.

“I’ll be fine.”

“You really think I need two scarves and extra socks to stay warm?”

“You were the one who insisted on bringing them,” Griffin drawls, skirting around your attempts with practiced ignorance.

Despite how often he comes to you for help, Griffin hates being cared for. Or well, you suspect it has less to do with hate, and more to do with uncertainty. You’re not sure anyone has ever cared for Griffin, at least anyone he can remember. Knowing how to give and take is a difficult skill that Griffin has made very clear he has no intention of learning.

He simply takes and you let him. Because one of these days you’re hoping he’ll take what he really needs.

The same awkward silence from before settles over you both again, except this time you’re peeved. You sip at your drink leisurely, listening in on other conversations to try and distract yourself from how Griffin is currently burning holes through your skull with his stare.

It's not like you don’t understand where he’s coming from. He’s made it abundantly clear he can take care of himself. You yourself have fought tooth and nail to prove the same to your colleagues.

But you don’t understand why he has to fight you, too.

“I saw you with your little brother,” You cave impulsively, because you can’t stand being in silence with Griffin when he’s so clearly using it as a way to punish you.

“Oh? So you’re following me now?” Griffin does not raise to your bait, instead flipping it on you with an air of nonchalance. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

“No, not like that,” You scramble to find the right words, flushing a little at the ears from how pleased Griffin seems to have caught you off guard. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice me, you were walking through Kennington. I thought I was seeing double.”

”And?” Griffin asks, tilting his head and crossing his arms. “What did you think?”

“I think you both have the same hair and facial structure, but that’s about where your similarities end,” You say, being intentionally vague.

“Perceptive,” Griffin laughs, “What gave it away?”

“He follows you like a lost puppy.” You smile despite yourself. “He hasn’t got a clue in the world.”

“You were like that once too,” Griffin points out. “You loved Babel almost as much as he does.”

“Hardly,” You object, smile falling. “It wasn't Babel I was in love with.”

For some reason, this sentence seems to put Griffin on edge. “Then what was it? Certainly not the galas, we could hardly get you to show up to them.”

“My stipend,” You sigh dreamily.

Griffin rolls his eyes with an exaggerated motion.

“I’d give anything to be paid for learning again. I miss when I used to be able to blow half my budget out on sweets and drinks. I didn’t know how good I had it,” You plow on, bemoaning your youth.

“Yes, that’s how they get you, buffets and crisp new clothes, a cozy apartment and a filthy income, it really keeps you distracted,” Griffin sneered, and you can tell that you have set him off.

Part of you understands that this argument is useless. Griffin already knows everything you have to say—this topic has been practically beaten to death—yet it’s still one of his favorites.

Maybe he likes seeing you get frustrated. Maybe it’s revenge for how uncomfortable you make him with your attempts at coddling. Whatever the case, you’re determined to not let him win.

You force your limbs to relax despite how on edge his tone makes you.

“I’m assuming your brother is neck deep in it, too,” You say carefully, trying to redirect his ire.

“Of course,“ Griffin replies brusquely. “He especially loves living in both worlds. Helping Hermes seems to be more of an adventure than a reality to him.”

“He's going to get hurt,” You realize aloud, watching as Griffin’s nostrils flare at the suggestion. “He hasn’t got a clue how much danger he’s in.”

“Perhaps,” Griffin admits, and it sends a chill down your spine.

You quickly shove the thought of Griffin’s insecurities being taken out on his younger brother in such an indirect, and almost cruel way, out of your mind. You try very, very hard not to think of the wide eyed, giddy look on Robin’s face when he spoke with his brother so eagerly. You have to trust that Griffin wouldn't be so indifferent to leave him like that to the wolves.

“He’s not the only one,” You resign yourself to having the more difficult conversation with Griffin, because clearly, speaking about his brother is going to get you nowhere. “Seems like this whole country is asleep.”

Griffin regards you thoughtfully, before nodding in agreement. “It’s a miracle at that, with how many slip-ups parliament makes, it’s through sheer economic dependency that this country maintains itself.”

“It’s through parliament’s exploitation that this country is up and running. The wealthy like acting as though they’re so above the common person that they hardly realize they need them for their daily lives to function,” You say, grateful that Griffin dropped the topic of his brother so easily.

“And the colonization of practically every surrounding country and their people for monetary gain, but sure— let’s discuss how the average British citizen is playing an active role in that.” This is Griffin’s favorite point of argument. You know he loves talking about it, loves getting heated over it, and loves rehashing it at every opportunity you allow him.

“I think the radicals and recent strikers would disagree with you, but be my guest,” You make a sweeping gesture with your hand, as if giving the floor to Griffin.

“They’re relying on human selfishness. Relying on the average person’s desire to live a complicit, easy life. It’s the same selfishness that they then use to exploit those people.” Griffin’s hand moves in quick, open gestures, his tone bordering on lofty.

“I don’t think wanting to live is selfish,” You counter, pulling your gloves from your hands and laying them flat on the table. “I think they’re spinning the common person in circles with entertainment and commodities until they’re so dizzy they don’t realize how far down they’ve been pushed. It’s hard to worry about how small the bubble of wealth is, when your biggest concern is whether or not you’re going to make it home after a day of work.”

Griffin laughs. “Excusing the willful negligence of Britain’s violent oppression makes you just as much of a bystander. What happens when it’s the common person who is the oppressor? What happens when it isn’t about wealth, but instead, imagined racial superiority?”

You untwist one of your scarves from your neck, sighing, “These people do not understand that what they’re living in isn’t normal because they have never known anything else, and their government certainly isn’t going to promote their education if it means they’ll rise against them— and you know they would—“ You cut the growing argument you can already see Griffin building at your words. “Only the wealthy can afford education and that’s why they don’t care about the violence of their empire, because they are the direct beneficiaries of it.”

Griffin chews harshly at his chapped lips, ripping at the dead skin until it bleeds. His gaze is focused intently on the figures entering the bar, his foot hitting the ground in quick tapping motions.

“Britain needs a culture shock. An average working person is more empathetic than you might imagine. I know they’re cruel and I know you’ve seen more of it than I probably ever will, but the point still stands that we need their help,” You lean over the table to reach a hand out, pushing one of the longer strands of hair from Griffin's face. It's a little wet from the snowfall outside, which has now melted, matting it to his head.

Distantly, you think of cutting it for him, and wonder what kind of devil deal you would have to make for him to agree to that.

It's your turn to grin at his off guard expression, how he flinches away and glances between the crinkles at the corners of your eyes and your fingertips. You pull your hand back into your lap. “At least, that’s why I’m doing this. I think the common folk are smarter than we give them credit for. This empire, this world— it doesn’t change until they do. Until they call for change.”

“You’re living in a fantasy world where you imagine these people are going to wake up and realize all their wrongdoings. They won’t. They are cruel creatures. Being uneducated doesn’t stop them from following in parliament's footsteps, I know you’ve seen it,” Griffin says, scooting his chair further from the table and taking his drink with him. He is looking anywhere but you.

“Well, that too,” You concede, “I’d like to find a way to get them to direct all that violence towards the people they’re truly mad at. It’d be nice to see it happen in my lifetime.”

Griffin barks a laugh. “Good luck.”

Taking a swing of your large pint, you swallow the golden ale of your cup until it’s halfway gone. Setting the cup down, you lean forward until your forehead hits the table with a thud, fingers still clutching the handle of your drink. With the taste of the liquor still simmering on your tongue, you find the confidence to criticize him openly. “You have no faith in humanity.”

“I have no faith in racist Brits with superiority complexes that stem from misguided preconceptions set by their government,” Griffin reiterates, “One that is playing them all for fools.”

“Exactly, they’re playing them for fools. That's why we have to do something about it.” You lift your head to take another drink, then clink it back down. “How many more stealth missions is it going to take before we start getting our point across?”

“As many as it takes.” You can feel Griffin trying to tug your drink from your hand.

“As many as it takes until it kills us,” You grumble cynically, laying your cheek on the table to peer up at Griffin as he finally manages to take your ale away from you.

Griffin is very silent, and very still. He’s watching you with an expression you can’t discern. His eyes are like two dark clouds, storming with volatile emotion and the briefest flicker of forlorning. It stirs the same somber feeling in your gut that you get when it rains.

With a blink it’s gone, back to his meticulously crafted mask of indifference.

You exhale until your whole body is slack, forcing yourself to look away from him.

“No, get up. You’ve had enough time to rest. I want to arrive before sundown.” Griffin moves to stand, pushing both your drinks to the furthest edge of the table from you.

You catch one of his feet between your ankles before he can fully retreat, linking them together to trap him. He yanks his foot, but you press your legs together tighter, grinning at the annoyed look he gives you.

“Do you enjoy being difficult?” He asks, eyes flinty.

“Only when you look at me like that,” You tease, lifting your head to blink at him through your lashes.

Griffin practically rips himself from you, forcefully pulling his foot from your grasp in a way that leaves your ankles stinging. He stands very abruptly, enough so that several other bar-goers peer over to see what the commotion is about.

Scooping up your gloves and scarf, Griffin takes them in one hand and slaps some pence on the table with the other. Nevermind how he insisted that you be the one to pay.

You’re hoisted up to your feet by your wrist, and then practically yanked all the way out of the pub. You trip over your feet, a mixture of alarmed and uncoordinated, only managing to balance yourself when Griffin stops near an alleyway down the street.

He faces you with a sour expression, the muscles of his jaw clenched tight. You very much wish you had listened to his advice, because you can already feel your head starting to grow fuzzy. It was a lot warmer in the pub, and being back outside with all the snow and ice isn’t doing your senses much good.

Griffin loops the scarf you took off earlier around your neck, wrapping it tight and yanking. You stumble slightly, reaching out to support your balance on the building wall beside you.

“Griff—“ Your voice is muffled as Griffin shoves your gloves in your face, holding them there even as you freeze up with momentary confusion.

He only lets go when you bring your hands up to cup his own, fingers brushing against his and the knitted fabric of your ratty gloves. Part of you wants to be upset with him for making a scene at the pub, to say something smart like you always do and start another argument. You have half a mind to scold him for being so careless with your things and dragging you like a doll.

You don’t say any of that. Through the fabric on your face, you say, “Thank you.”

Griffin takes a step back, eyes darting elsewhere as he gives you a stiff nod. “You can thank me by keeping up, I’m serious about not babysitting.”

It must be the alcohol, perhaps the cold, or maybe even your imagination that has you seeing a reddish tint at the tips of his ears.

He's running away again, his coat flourishing like crow wings behind him as he practically power walks off. His lean, haggard form strides quickly, halfway down the street before he notices you aren’t following.

“Are you deaf?” He asks, though there’s no bite to it.

Your heartbeat is loud, and your face feels unusually flushed. You blink at him several times before coming back to reality and scrubbing a hand over your face to clear your mind. That was weird.

“Sorry, I think hearing your voice all the time finally did my ears in,” You apologize once you catch up, mindful of where you step to avoid where the road is iciest. “Only so much abuse they can take.”

Griffin elbows you, perhaps a little harder than necessary, and you chuckle as you pull on your gloves. You mean to return the gesture in the same playful way he had done it, but when you go to shove Griffin, you seem to forget that he is a lot lighter than he looks.

Perhaps if he had taken your endless droning about eating three full meals a day, he wouldn’t have fallen over so easily.

Griffin slips, the worn soles of his boots sliding against the slick, icy cobblestone. You’re barely a snort into laughing at his desperation when one of his hands manages to find purchase at your wool scarf, yanking you down with him.

You screech, making a mad attempt to scamper away, but it’s no use. Griffin’s shoulder collides with your nose. Your knee knocks against his thigh. There’s a brief moment where you consider pulling his hair just to piss him off further. Instead, you both push against each other helplessly to stay standing. The descent is ridiculous and humiliating, with you both landing on your asses in a spectacular heap; cold, wet, and bruised. But you’re still laughing, slapping at Griffin’s bicep to try and get him to release your poor stretched scarf.

It’s nearly impossible to breathe, and even harder to care about the strange looks you're both getting. Griffin looks somewhere between wanting to murder you and wanting to die himself.

But when you finally manage to calm your giggle-fit and meet his eyes properly, Griffin is no longer red in the ears with shame.

For the briefest moment, something tender crosses Griffin’s face, so soft and vulnerable that your breath catches in your throat.

It’s gone in an instant, but the sight of it is burned so deeply in your memory that you’re certain it is the only thing you’ll be able to think about as you toss and turn before you sleep.

It’s only then that you realize you’re practically laying on top of him, limbs tangled in a dramatic display. You flush, scrambling all over again to give him space. When you finally manage to make it back to your feet, you offer Griffin a hand, but he waves you off.

“I think you’ve helped enough,” He grumbles. His feet are more stable under him this time, and he takes care to not flail around the same way you had. “I distinctly remember telling you not to drink for this exact reason.”

You can’t help yourself. You’re giggling again, even as Griffin fixes you with an exasperated glare. Part of you acknowledges that this, surely, is where you apologize for embarrassing him; but you can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for him.

Guessing from the twitch of Griffin’s lips that he is trying to smother, he isn’t really bothered by the new bruises you’ve given him either.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Thank you, I’m brushing up my act for when the circus comes around.”

“As if anyone would pay to see your sorry face,” Griffin snarks.

You’re determined to crawl under his skin, live in the dirt under his nails, and grow from the roots of his hair. You shove him again, and his brief expression of panic fills you with vindicated satisfaction.

“Asshole,” You smirk.

“Cheeky shit,” Griffin grins back, wolf-like and all teeth.

Maybe he’s finally ready to let you.

You both break into fit of laughter, with Griffin keeping his to a low chortle. You kick his shin, dodging out of the way when he shouts and tries kicking back at you.

It's like you’re kids again, racing through the streets of Oxford without a clue where your future will take you besides a cushy position among other honored academics. Hopeful, bright, and so wonderfully oblivious.

After a few minutes of chasing each other through the back alleys of Stafford, you find yourselves at the edge of town. You're huffing, and Griffin manages to catch up, knocking the back of your head playfully as he strolls past you.

From over the top of his shoulder, you can see the way his cheek curves, rounding up with what you know to be his crooked boyish smile, that he hides the best he can from the world.

You have no idea where this feeling you have for him is going to take you both. You’re not even certain you want to find out if it means jeopardizing what you have now. But you do know that it grows a little stronger at the sight of his smile, and maybe that’s enough.

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The Confession 1 C.S.

Fwb!Mean!Chris x Fwb!Fem!Reader

A/N: I tried something different :)

*Really long you have been warned.

I dont even know how I ended up in this position. One minute my best friend Madi thinks she likes both Matt and Chris and the next she is 100% Matt. Me and Madi are super close I mean we practically grew up together and when we met the triplets in Boston everything changed, our circle grew just a little bit bigger. Lately, I haven't been the best friend to Madi just because I have been neglecting to confess to her about my secret crush on Chris and I am not the type to run over her if she knows she likes Chris because who am I to tell her she can't like him especially since I haven't told her that I did.

its about 1:50 in the morning and by this time Madi had walked all the way to a park and found a bench to sit and bawl her eyes out she couldnt figure out why she was feeling this bad whether it was that she couldnt articulate how she hurt Matt and Chris or if it is was because she cant choose between chris and matt she knows them both equally for a long time. sighing looking down at her phone finally deciding to call the one person she knew is always there. Holding in my tears as the dial tone rings hoping she wasnt asleep yet.

"Hello Madi"

jess speaks into the phone

"Jess"

she states through choked tears

"Madi what's going on love what happened" 

"i messed up really bad and i dont know what to do"

she exclaims letting her tears fall

"Madi"

"I like chris and matt and ive might have messed up our friendship"

"no madi you didnt okay i promise you didnt they are still your friends and they love you"

you quickly reply feeling that heavy feeling in your chest again as she still thinks she like chris.

"i dont know"

she replies through a fit of tears

"its okay promise try to get some sleep and you will feel so much better tomorrow i promise"

you reply reassuring her.

"okay goodnight"

she sniffles out

"goodnight i will see you when you get back home "

she hung up from jess and sighed out once more calming her nerves proceeding to walk back to the house. as she made her way into the driveway sitting back on the concrete driveway where the night officially started 

"MADI"

you exclaim softly seeing her sitting on the driveway

"hi"

she replies quietly as she turns around to look at you

"i was so worried are you okay"

you ask again.

"im sorry"

you sigh squatting down and hugging her then sitting down next to her

"i fucked things up didnt i"

she huffs out

"what no well i mean chris and matt are not speaking to each other currently but i mean whats new"

you sigh out since madi basically confessed to both of them on the same night and them both finding out in this driveway tonight.

" but it was my fault im the reason they are mad at each other"

"no no youre not okay they are just being them okay they will grow up"

you reassure her

"but i mean i told you had feelings for chris too"

you state smirking trying to shake the heavy feeling in her stomach at that sentence.

"jesss"

"you know i love you"

you say side hugging her

'well im going to bed you think youre going to be okay"

"yeah thanks j" 

"okay"

you say standing up and walking back into the house as madi rests her head on her arms positioned on top of her knees as someone comes and sits next to her quietly

"hi matt"

she speaks softly out noticing his presence

"hey"

"im sorry"

"why you were just being honest" 

he sighs out

"i do really like you" 

she confesses again

"no madi you and chris are perfect and honestly it makes he was at least able to communicate how he feels about you without being oblivious about it im not the one you need madi you are way out of my league and im okay with that honestly"

he sighs out rambling

"what the actual fuck matt stop youre  out of my league why do you just automatically assume your not good enough" 

she exclaims frustrated standing up and wrapping the blanket you had brought her getting upset

"madi no youre not out of league okay just stay"

he says pulling her hand down a little as she sighs and sits back down as matt pulls me into him connecting our lips guiding her on his lap in the process. He tangled his fingers through her messy hair as he continue to make out with her. Her hands wrapped around his neck tightly as he stood up carrying her back into the house. shepulled away quickly he closed the door behind them and set her back on her feet.

"Matt if-if"

she trails of whispering

"wait"

he stops her as he pulls his and her shoes off leaving them downstairs as he swiftly picks her up again by her thighs taking her upstairs to her room quietly being sure not wake up anyone especially Chris. Matt leans back in after setting her on her bad standing in between her legs attempting to connect their lips again but madi halted him in the process.

"matt..seriously come on"

she giggles out as he sighs out stares at her as she bites her lip slowly.

"yes madi you were saying"

he chuckles out

"matt if- if we do this"

she trails off motions towards them

"no one can know yet"

"okay"

he kind of chuckles at the concept

"im serious matt"

she exhales out looking at him as his face softens at her response

"at least until i figure out how to tell" 

"chris"

"yeah because"

"i know i know"

he sighs out moving himself from in between her to next to her laying on her bed. 

"jess' mom might be coming to boston"

"what that so cool"

"yeah she called her when i walked off tonight"

"oh" 

"yeah"

"well im going to go"

he states standing up

"where"

she states worried

"dont worry just in the other room with chris maybe so you can get some sleep"

he chuckles out giving madi a forehead kiss as he walks out of her room.

Madi wakes up the next morning mentally face palming herself considering well she basically made out with Matt after literally confessing to both brothers she has feelings for them. she rolled out of bed hoping everything will return to normal. she shower and put on this And head downstairs to be met with the face of the one and only

"good morning"

"whats up how are you feeling"

"better just like jess said"

"jess"

"i talked to her last night after everything"

"oh okay hey madi listen forget everything i said last night i was just being stupid it was nothing"

he states quickly realizing he also confessed that he liked you.

"chris i dont think it was nothing you dont have to lie about it"

"no im being for real"

"christopher"

"what im serious"

"okay then sound cool"

she states heading back upstairs

"where are you going"

"to wake up matt and everyone else"

Chris couldnt understand why he said that he literally let her get away again. His thoughts were soon interrupted the sound of jess's doorbell ringing. He went over and opened the door to reveal

"oh hi there i was- where is jess"

jess mom trails off

"she's upstairs um"

he trailed off kind of awkwardly since he had no idea that this jess's mom as what sounded like jess's laugh approaching the bottom of the stair case. I turned to see jess walking down with Nick and Madi being carried down the stairs by matt. the lady at the door cleared her throat as they all snapped out of their trance looking in that direction

"Mom"

she exclaims running over and hugging her

"mom"

Chris questions

"yeah.. mom this is chris, matt, nick and then you remember madi"

she trails off as chris waves his hand

"Hi you all"

she says with a raised eyebrow smiling

"jess; mom"

she exlcaims hugging her after jess

"hey madi"

"when did you get here" 

madi asks her

"last night when jess called"

Madi looks over at jess standing next to her as she shrugs her shoulders a little not wanting to talk about last night at all due to the fact she still felt the pit in her stomach of guilt of even allowing herself the like chris and not trust madi enough to even tell her that you liked him.

"so mom do you want to come on in then"

she states as madi and her both step aside to let her in

"how long are you going to be here for"

"just the weekend"

"maybe we can all go somewhere and just hang out for a little bit maybe grab dinner does that sound good guys"

she asks everyone

"im fine with that"

nick agrees nodding his head

"mom"

you question her

"sure plus i want to see all there is about Boston since this is my first time up here"

"well the triplets can definitely help point out those key spots since they've grown up here"

"literally"

chris chuckles out admiring jess' laugh slightly

"cool so do want me to ride with you"

"umm.. im going to ride with jess and her mom is that okay"

"uh yeah of course" 

madi and you grab your shoes and they all head out the door.

"soo"

she trails off looking the mirror at the two girls in the backseat of the car

"what's going on with you and Matt Madi"

"uhh"

" yeah i was going to ask about that i mean i knew you guys made up because i saw him come outside after i left you after you came back home"

"umm i dont know what you guys are talking about"

"are you sure because i remember clearly you being carried down the stairs by him this morning"

"in a skirt too at that madii"

you exclaim dragging out the 'i' in your best friend's name

"oh come on what is that suppose to mean just because we made up doesn't mean we are dating"

"so your telling me he hasnt tried to make a move on you after everything that happened yesterday evening"

she asks as madi kind of stares off into space getting flashbacks to last night of literally her and matt making out in her driveway

"oh my god he totally did didnt he"

"what no jess no" 

"madi"

jess's mom exclaims trying to get an answer out of her

"OKAY maybe we might have made out in the driveway at like 2 in the morning"

"MADISON"

you exclaim at your best friend with your jaw dropped

"what i mean its wasnt like terrible"

she shyly replies.

"that you made out with your bestfriend the best friend you liked for literally ever or that he was actually good at making out"

"OH MY GOODNESS"

madi exclaims embarrassed

" just asking"

"OH MY GOD NO"

"it was definitely the second option"

you giggle out

"shut up Jess"

she exclaims pushing some of her hair behind her ear opening her phone

"just make sure you do and know what your heart wants madi" 

"of course always"

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"you act like you just saw a Ghost."

"all your games, all your lies"

synopsis// satoru gojo is horrible at pranks.

pairing// satoru gojo x gn! reader

word count// 1.3k

contents// the prank in question is playing dead, maybe borderline hurt/comfort?, angst maybe but regardless there's a happy ending?

notes// this is how im coping. gege is just punking us that's all. i also just thought this was such a stupid oneshot idea i love it i think im such a fucking comedian for this. but this is kinda (very) half-assed... anywho it was inspired by the song ghost by fefe dobson (dont play with me rn.)

"Satoru, I'm home!” 

When you get no response, you find yourself gazing about your eerily empty home. You hum to yourself. Odd. Satoru usually greets you right at the door.

“Satoru?” You call out again, trying to ignore how your anxiety rises as you slowly enter your bedroom.

Red immediately floods your vision; it’s everywhere. It’s on the walls, it’s on the bedsheets, it’s on the floor—there’s practically no place left untouched by the liquid. You swallow harshly and make a point to not step into the liquid that seems a little too similar to blood for comfort, albeit the task is to no avail because it's everywhere.

“Sato-“

Your voice dies in your throat the minute you see him on the ground. Satoru is laying there lifeless, covered in blood. There's no rise or fall of his chest, only an empty, vacant stare in his glossed-over eyes. You freeze. For far longer than you should have.

This isn't real.

This can't be.

There's no way Satoru is laying here dead, in a puddle of his own blood. You inhale harshly, not even aware you were holding your breath in the first place, as you drop down to your knees and crawl the rest of your way toward him, oblivious to the fact that you're now coated in just as much blood as he is. The moment you're by his side, It all hits you at once. Holy shit, Satoru is laying here in a puddle of his fucking blood. You hesitantly shake him.

“Satoru?”

You wait a second to see if he’ll say anything or do anything—even a twitch of his fingers would suffice, but nothing.

"Satoru, please,” you say, desperation flooding your voice as you shake him harder.

When nothing happens again, you shake him once more, but this time you don't stop. You simply keep shaking him, hoping that if you shake him hard enough, he’ll do something to prove he’s still alive.

"Satoru, this isn't funny." Your breathing is labored as panic fully seeps into your veins. "Satoru, wake the fuck up!” You slap his face, only for his head to merely loll to the side.

And that was the last straw. Suddenly you're thrown into a sob so violent it racks your whole body, shaking as you can do nothing but rest your head on his chest and sob for him to wake up, to stop messing around because this isn't funny, to just please wake up, yet he doesn't. You don't notice how his chest is starting to contract; you're sobbing so hard that you think it's just you who’s making him move, when suddenly a loud choke of laughter rings in your ears. You sit up immediately, still ugly-crying as you look down at Satoru, who is currently finding something absolutely hilarious.

Oh, you’ve lost it.

You’ve actually lost it; here you are hallucinating that your dead boyfriend is laughing.

Satoru wipes imaginary tears from his eyes. “Oh my god,” he says between laughs, “you should’ve seen your face!”

You blink at him, tears still freely flowing, as you lean back down and place your head against his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

Satoru goes stiff but does as he’s told, and when you can hear his heart beating rhythmically, thumping perfectly fine as all hearts should, you grow cold, like maybe you’re the one who was actually dead a few seconds ago. You sit back up.

“Gonna tell me what you were doing now or-“

His sentence is interrupted by you abruptly standing up and screeching in a fit of anger, or maybe more so, betrayal, “You fucking asshole!”

Satoru, clearly taken aback, scrambles to stand up along with you, holding his hands out in front of him placatingly. "Woah, woah, babe, calm down-"

“Calm down?” You snap, staring at him with an animosity he’s never seen from you before. "Don't tell me to calm down when I thought you were just fucking dead!”

He sheepishly glances down at the fake blood-covered floor. “It was just a prank..."

“Fuck you!” And you snap, thrown head first into another sobbing fit, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pitiful attempt to comfort yourself while you babble incoherently: "I don't—I can't."

Satoru’s heart breaks right inside his chest, and he doesn’t think he’s ever regretted anything more than his stupid idotic antics right now. He can't bear to see you like this; this might actually kill him. He can't take it. He can't take knowing that he’s the entire reason you're in this state in the first place. He takes a step closer, opening his arms up to hug you, and you flinch away from him the moment you notice.

"Don't touch me, Satoru.”

Satoru frowns, ignoring the tears stinging his eyes and the burning sensation of rejection that encompasses him whole. He thinks—no, he knows—that whatever he could say right now wouldn't help, but maybe giving you some space will, so he steps back and clears his throat. "I'm gonna go shower.”

You sniffle and turn away from him, brusquely waving him off. ���Do whatever you want."

 ☆⋆｡𖦹��‧★ 

Satoru walks out of the bathroom with one towel in hand, drying his hair, and finds you sitting on the edge of the bed. He can’t help but notice the new sheets laid out and how the room is squeaky clean, quickly realizing you were left with the unfortunate task of cleaning up the last remaining remnants of his prank as he showered. You finally notice him in the doorway, but you hardly even spare him a glance.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks as he makes his way toward you, tossing the towel on the floor before taking a seat next to you.

“You’re an asshole.”

"I know, I'm sorry,” he mumbles as he subtly scoots in closer toward you, and when you don’t bother moving away, he draws you into his arms, your back to his chest as he places his head on your shoulder. "I just wanted to play a prank on you.”

You stay stiff, refusing the innate need to melt into him. “You’re horrible at pranks.”

He buries his face in the crook of your neck and mumbles, "I know that now.”

You hum curtly, ignoring the shivers down your spine—though your resolve is very quickly turning nonexistent, you’ve never been anything but putty in his hands.

Satoru places chaste kisses against your neck, murmuring, “How long are you gonna torture me for?”

“Till you've thought about your actions.”

He pulls away from you and twists your body around so that you’re face-to-face. “I have! I thought about them the whole time in the shower.” He leans in and nudges his nose with yours, whispering, "I'm sorry.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment before sighing, your entire body sagging in relief as you finally give in to your desires and close the distance between you two. Satoru, overjoyed with the fact you’re kissing him, can’t help but return the favor with vigor. Each kiss is followed by him mumbling, "I'm sorry," and it goes on for god knows how long—though you don’t really care, you just care that he is alive, that he is kissing you, that he is here, and it was just a very poor, poor prank that hopefully he’ll never do again—no, a prank you’ll make sure he never does again. You take back the initiative and kiss him deeply, taking his bottom lip between your teeth that has a whine escaping Satoru’s mouth before it transforms into a full-on wince of pain from you biting him.

He pulls away abruptly, his fingers darting up to cradle his bottom lip. “Ow! What the hell was that for?”

You stare up at him innocently, even going as far as tilting your head to the side like you’ve done nothing wrong at all—though your facade is quickly shattered when you lean back in and Satoru instinctively leans back, but you grab him by the back of his neck, forcing his head in place harshly, whispering through a menacing smile, “If you ever pull something like that again, Satoru Gojo, I will personally make sure that you die by my hands.”

“…Noted.”

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[majorproblems77]

LU Update! So welcome back to the analysis corner with me!

We have another LU update! Called Moving forward we see the heroes leave the town and make their way to the location that Sky found. With learning a little more about the team as a whole.

With 10 pages there's a lot of information to work through so I hope you are sitting comfortably

As always Linked universe (LU) belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, I own none of the pictures I'm using and please give the original post some love. It's very well done and I love this comic so much.

You can find the comic here!

And as always there are spoilers abound for the most recent update!

Now sit back, grab some water and snacks and let's do this!

So before we get started im just gonna say that the brain cell is pinging around this lot so much that I'm bound to miss some stuff. But I shall try my best to get everything I wanna say said.

It was only some of you, captain, dont forget that.

(Oblatory look at my blorbo picture, he's so sweet. Blorbo blorbo blorbo)

Okay I'll behave this time

(No i won't)

I can understand the concern from the captain, as a captain from the army during a time of war secrets are dangerous. He's probably thinking if Twilight has concealed this what else has he concealed.

And then we get snarky wars again

I missed the snarky captain, he's wonderful.

Also the line about double duty, Come on captain, you know full well that patrol is an important part of a group dynamic like this.

This also confirms that the group have had encounters with monsters outside of what we've seen. As the line from wars about missing fights implies that they've fought a bunch of stuff. But we've only really seen wolfie in a fight back in the sunset arc.

Twilight fondly mentioning Midna, I'm so proud of him.

These two are the goddamn brothers ever and I love them dearly. Also, the knowledge we are about to be given about how this works is very exciting.

The brothers ever

All of them

Twilight thinking Wild had more than two brain cells. I love him. And the hug? The hug gives me life.

Also the captain, the captain is a point to talk about here. This feels like an accusatory sentence. The "You dont say?"

Me trying to figure out how time travel works in LU.

Legend, why are you so grumpy about this? Like he looks angry to hear this.

Four thinking about the implications of this sentence. I can literally hear the brain cell bouncing as it pings from hero to hero as they try to figure out this time travel thing.

Wind is a small bean as well look at him. The youngest I love the eyes.

Ahh, so thats the explanation. A spirit wolf that helped guide him on his journey which he trusted so much that he thought that the wolf he saw here was just another spirit until twi changed in front of him.

But this line from him is so sad. "Right after my resurrection" and "we both would have known the grave." This feels like as a person wild is at peace with it but doesn't want others to have to go through what he did. He's a chill dude and i love him for that to be honest.

Meanwhile, my blorbo Sky is out here trying to get actual work done. This is 10/10 the sksw dousing experience if you've not played it. You just swing the sword around while it pings at you until you eventually find what you are looking for.

Fi is trying her best.

Lads all of you need to remember that not all of you have had things that perform transformation magic. Im surprised (But also not surprised) That Time doesn't have anything to say about this. Like my man has used a tone of different transformation masks that change him into various different things and has one that turns him into a god.

The magic users ganging up on the non-magic users, like please behave.

Ahh Time, Time is the disappointed old man that has to coral a bunch of kids. And Wild is like the most kid of them all. (Tell me why I'd love to know! :D) (Which makes sense if we take LU to be at most a few months after the end of his game. Wild would be 18 at most.)

the sort of conversation you dont want to involve yourself in Time trust me on this one.

JUST SOME GUY WILD JUST DESTROYED TWILIGHT OKAY RIP

Feels bad for twi man he earned that title and to have it reduced to just some guy.

Wild is gonna get told off by Time if he ain't careful, that's his blood descendant right there and we all know he has a soft spot for him.

This is important, because I'm pretty sure most of them did at one point.

Another thing that appears to be a constant amongst the team is the need to conceal an identity. Either from them or them to others.

I'm not versed in all of their games so I can't go into full details but these guys ain't the only ones. Pretty much all of them have. The spirit of courage does love secrets, doesn't it?

Thats my blorbo and he's so sad help he

Blorbo blorbo blorbo

Give him a hug and reboot Fi and it'll be fine.

To echo the words of Time.

Curious.

Now this depends on what exactly Sky was dousing, was he dousing the portal, the helmet outside the portal? The postman even?

My money is on the helmet outside the portal, so that Dink came back into this timeline to retrieve it before leaving. But I may be incorrect on that account because Fi is able to track people as well as objects (Sksw would often have you tracking Zelda directly)

OHHHH

I was wondering how they were going to do it. But with Twilight able to track it they'll be able to use a combination of dousing and him sniffing out Dink's scent to be able to find him no matter where he might be.

It's so distinct, twilight you know by saying that you're gonna have some of these guys asking questions. Just wait for the next campfire story time it's gonna come up.

I can see Wind and Twilight having a conversation like this.

"What does Dink smell like?" "What?" "You heard me."

Oh he's so excited look at him!

Oh four.

I wonder if we are gonna have a four and Twilight conversation about this, with four's past he's understandably worried about the use of dark magic in one of his friends.

Oh come on legend lighten up, the child has never seen something like this before.

I'm glad Hyrule is coming in for his defence and all but 5 minutes ago Hyrule you were with Legend and saying to Wild that there's a load of items that do it.

Why is wind just so wonderful?

Look at him go!

Thats gotta be Wind, He's been so excited about this I can't see it being anyone else.

Bark Bark!

Wolfie beloved.

Im here for more brotherly content from the team, they are wonderful.

Now lets go find us a Lizard, or iron knuckle or whatever he transforms into next.

And thats all from me! I loved this update and there was so much to unpack I know I've missed stuff! But I hope you enjoyed it! :)

(Also apologies for spelling mistakes I'm sick rn but wanted to get this done)

Have a great day!

[suhrrie]

SLIP and FALL 4 me ──── 박성훈 x reader

wc . 689 in which, a ice skating date turned to something.. CHAOTIC!

眼睛 . Just a little story for park sunghoon!! For my friend who loves sunghoon also — this isn't that good since it has like some grammer issues so, I really hope you'll just fix it in your mind :3

You don't know how you got into this situation.. first off, you were cooking something so you could warm up since it's winter.

Suddenly..

"Ice prince — calling!"

The sudden ring tone played and you jumped a little.. "Why is he calling me?" You muttered, you answered the call anyway to hear what he says.

"Hello, my love" — sunghoon started, you got kind of flustered since your not used of him calling you a pet name.

"What do you want?" You sassed — "well.." He paused. "Well what?"

"It's the winter season and I thought.. we should have a ice skating date, you know? It's okay if you don't want to I just wanna spend time with you since your busy with college and I'm busy with my own work." He ranted —

it was winter and you didn't have anything to do since it's Christmas break and you were getting bored in your own apartment.

"Sure, what time?" You agreed, you could sense the silent cheer that he always makes whenever you agreed to do something he wants to do.

"Around.. 2:30, how does that sound?"

"Perfect" you said — "great, I'll pick you up at 2:00, hehe.. and before you react.. it's better than being late plus its gonna be hard to find a parking spot."

"Fine, fine, bye, see you later babe" you said, — "see you later my love" he ended.

Just like that, the room went silent, except for the sizzling of the pan with your food.

2:00, the exact time that sunghoon would pick you up, good thing he's punctual or else you would've beaten him up if he was late for just a second, jokes aside you went down since the door bell rang.

There he was, the man of your life, the loml, your boyfriend — "ready to go?" He asked "yes." He held out his hand so you can intertwine it with yours.

It took you guys 15 minutes to find parking, FIFTEEN, "damn, the ice skating rink parking is actually pretty packed in the winter.

"That's why we have to be.." — he didn't have to finish the sentence since you caught him off "yeah yeah, punctual"

He chuckled at you sassyness, slyly holding your hand.

Your in the rink, finally, after that long waiting in the line.

"Now that i think of it i forgot that i dont know how to skate." You were standing in the entrance, literally staring at the at the ice.

"Come on, its not that hard" he retorted "NOT THAT HARD? easy for YOU to say! Your a ex- ice skater!" You comebacked.

"Chillax,  there's nothing to be worried about" he reassured, gently patting your back "Nothing!? What if slip and fell and I broke something, like.. like my butt bone!"

He laughed, not at the thing you said but at you since your worried when you got a pro skater, teaching the ways of the ice skating.

"You'll be fine, i promise.. here, take my hand" he held out both of his arms to you, "come on, lets get in the rink."

You both stepped in the rink, it was wobbly at first but then, you started to get more and more balanced.. thanks to sunghoon being the polar bear balancer.

"Youre doing great my love" it was perfect.. to.. perfect.. — then suddenly..

"Woah!!" You suddenly yelp, there was a hole in the ice that sunghoon and you didn't see, so now you tripped and.. fell into sunghoons chest.

"Oh- fuck! Are you alright!?" You asked Literally checking if he was bleeding. "Im fine, im fine, look.. see? Im not bleeding or anything.." He says as he quickly sits up.

"Are you sure? We really took a big ass fall.." You say, being half serious and half not quite serious.

"I'm fine, im used to falls by now." — "if you say so.." sunghoon stands up knowing youll have trouble standing up, if you did all by yourself youll eventually fall into your butt again.

"Come on, stand up, weve got alot of time to practice"

Just like that, the two of your are happily skating again.

© suhrrie 2025 ──── don't plagrise