#i also feel like im losing if im not caught up and someone else starts reading the series I rec'd so... here i go -w-
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that professor ellie was perfect. please do a nsfw one LOL i feel like she’d be so sweet but also lowkey not BUT ONLY SOMETIMES bc she’s usually gentle but other times she’s like I HAVE TO HAVE YOU HEHEHE but never too crazy but also is she??? im spiralling
Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

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professor ellie / first time / nsfw headcannons (currently reading) / more headcannons / grading
starting a life together / getting married / having a baby
warning: NSFW content! MDNI 18+
☆ By day, she’s the composed, sarcastic, brilliant literature professor — but behind closed doors, Ellie becomes the kind of woman who whispers filth in your ear while holding your face like you’re precious.
☆ Her desk is definitely not just for grading. She’s taken you over it more than once, locking the door and muttering, “Need to teach you a real lesson.���
☆ Ellie buys you expensive lingerie “for her eyes only” — and makes you wear it under your clothes to class just to tease her. She'll smirk knowingly while lecturing, completely composed while you're squirming.
☆ That calm, slow professor tone? It drops an octave when she’s turned on, and it drives you wild. Especially when she reads poetry to you while touching you.
☆ She worships your body. Whispers “my good girl” while brushing your hair out of your face. Calls you brilliant, beautiful, irresistible — even when you’re falling apart beneath her.
☆ Subtle in public — a hand on your lower back, a kiss to your temple — but in private? She's feral. Leaves marks like she’s afraid someone else might look at you wrong.
☆ Ellie makes everything sound intellectual… even sex. “Let me illustrate this theory,” or “Let’s conduct an experiment,” as she pins your wrists down.
☆ Some nights it’s slow, candlelit, and gentle. Other nights she’s gripping your hips, leaving you breathless and blissed out because she needed you that bad.
☆ When she keeps the glasses on during sex, you know she means business. She looks down at you like you’re a book she’s studied a thousand times but still finds something new every time.
☆ Yes, she will continue a sentence or a theory while slowly sliding her fingers into you — “Pay attention. This part’s on the test.”
☆ Weekend mornings always start with lazy kisses, sleepy fingers, and Ellie growling, “Don’t get up. Not until I’m done with you.”
☆ Ellie lives to see how far she can push you. Fingers, mouth, toys — she’ll draw it out until you’re crying her name like it’s scripture.
☆ Once in a while she gets so turned on she loses it — hair messy, biting your shoulder, saying “I need you. Right now. Don’t care where.”
☆ Immediately after, Ellie’s soft as ever — running you a bath, wrapping you in one of her flannels, feeding you strawberries like you’re royalty.
☆ That locked drawer in her office? Yeah, it’s not just for documents. It holds your favorite toy, a silk blindfold, and one of your panties she “borrowed.”
☆ Reading You Erotica: She’ll find the filthiest passage from some obscure book and read it to you while you sit in her lap, grinding slowly, whimpering.
☆ If someone else flirts with you, Ellie pulls you close, kisses you hard, and whispers, “Mine. Let me remind you.”
☆ She doesn’t always need to speak. Sometimes it’s a look — those sharp green eyes locking on you — and you know to drop to your knees.
☆ She tells you she dreams about you. That she can’t concentrate in meetings because she’s thinking about how you taste, how you sound.
☆ She calls you her ��thesis.” The one thing she’ll never stop studying, never stop learning, never stop needing.
☆ Her hand wraps around your throat, but it’s never rough — it’s possessive. She leans in, kisses your lips softly, and says, “Breathe for me. That’s my girl.”
☆ One time, she made you sit through one of her lectures with a remote-controlled vibe inside you. Smiled at you from the front like nothing was happening — then turned it up when she caught you squirming.
☆ Ellie isn’t flashy with bondage. She prefers silk ties, slow binding, and long stares as she murmurs, “You look better like this. All mine.”
☆ Ellie needs to hear every sound you make. She’ll edge you for hours just to hear the pitch of your moans change, cataloguing them like they’re part of a study.
☆ She tugs your hair not just to dominate, but to angle your head up — to kiss you, to praise you, to look you in the eye and say, “So fucking pretty like this.”
☆ If you're a student, she makes you earn your orgasms during finals. “Get an A, and I’ll ruin you. Fail, and I’ll really ruin you. Either way, baby, you’re not walking right.”
☆ Ellie has a thing for your hands on her — gripping her shoulders, clutching her shirt, leaving nail marks down her back. She thanks you for them like you gave her a gift.
☆ She once let you ride her while still wearing her full robe, glasses slipping down her nose, hand on your waist as she said, “Professor’s privilege.”
☆ If you ever admit to having a dream about her, Ellie insists you describe every detail — while she touches you exactly how you described it.
☆ In bed, she gets scary quiet. One word from her — strip, stay, come — and your body obeys before your brain catches up.
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TEACHERS PET PT.3 | CL16
an: did someone say his pov? i apologise in advance for how this ends. also im trying to pump out as much content as i can before i start my real girl job at the start of novemeber
wc: 4.5
warnings: MUCHO infidelity
part one | part two |
Charles gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly as he pulled into the parking garage beneath his apartment building. His mind was racing, filled with images he shouldn’t be indulging in, and yet, he couldn’t seem to push them away. The moment outside her apartment—the way she’d looked at him, the way she’d let him kiss her—had been playing on a loop ever since he’d driven off.
He parked the car and sat there for a moment, staring at the concrete wall in front of him, trying to gather himself. He shouldn't have kissed her. He knew that. But the attraction had been building for weeks, simmering beneath the surface in every glance, every stolen moment, every excuse he found to keep her after class.
He could still feel the heat of her body against his, the softness of her lips, the way she’d kissed him back like she’d wanted it as much as he had. But she had a boyfriend. And he was her professor.
This is wrong.
The thought echoed in his head, but it felt distant, as though it was someone else’s voice whispering it to him. He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to shake the memory of her lips, the warmth of her breath against his neck, but it was no use. Even as he walked up the stairs to his apartment, he could still see her standing there in the streetlight, her chest rising and falling with the same breathless anticipation he’d felt.
He unlocked his door and stepped inside, the silence of his apartment suddenly oppressive. The dim lighting and sleek, modern décor felt cold compared to the heat still pulsing through him. He tossed his keys onto the counter, trying to focus on anything but her, but his mind betrayed him almost immediately.
He imagined her here. Walking around his place, barefoot and wrapped in nothing but one of his shirts, the fabric brushing her thighs. He pictured her wandering to his kitchen, her hair mussed from sleep, a sleepy smile on her lips as she padded toward him. Maybe she'd laugh softly as she caught him staring, her eyes playful, like she knew exactly what kind of power she had over him. And for a minute he felt jealous of her silly little boyfriend who probably got to see that sight often.
Damn it.
He cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair, trying to push the fantasy away. It was dangerous to let himself think of her like that, but the image wouldn’t leave him. She was so young, so off-limits, and yet, he couldn’t stop himself.
He sank down onto the couch, staring blankly at the dark screen of his TV. The room felt too quiet, too empty, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to shake this feeling alone tonight. He needed a distraction. Something to get her out of his head, even if only for a few hours.
His hand instinctively reached for his phone. He scrolled through his contacts, stopping on a name he hadn’t seen in a while: Olivia. They had a history—nothing serious, but comfortable. She was someone he could call when he needed to forget, when he needed to lose himself in something physical, without the complications of attachment.
His finger hovered over the screen for a moment, hesitating. He shouldn’t call her. He knew that. It wouldn’t solve anything. But right now, it felt like the only way to stop thinking about the one person he shouldn’t be thinking about at all.
He tapped the screen, bringing the phone to his ear. It rang twice before Olivia answered, her voice warm and familiar.
"Well, well," she said with a teasing lilt. "It’s been a while. What’s the occasion?"
"I was thinking about you," he lied, his voice low and smooth, trying to push down the guilt gnawing at him. "Are you free tonight?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then a soft laugh. "You’re lucky I don’t have plans. I’ll be over in twenty."
He hung up, tossing the phone onto the coffee table as he leaned back against the couch, trying to force himself to relax. But as the minutes ticked by, all he could think about was her. The student. The girl who had walked into his office that first day with a shy smile, who now occupied far too much of his thoughts. He could see her face so clearly, her lips parted as he leaned in to kiss her, the way her body had instinctively pressed against his.
His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. A twisted part of him hoped it was her. It was a message from Olivia: "Almost there."
He stood up, running his hands through his hair as he tried to shake off the images swirling in his head. This wasn’t about her. Tonight was about forgetting. About getting some distance from whatever had ignited between him and his student.
When Olivia knocked on the door, he opened it with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. She stepped inside, giving him a once-over with an approving smirk before leaning in to kiss him. It was familiar, comfortable. But the moment her lips touched his, all he could think about was how different it felt. How wrong it felt.
They moved to the couch, her hands on his chest, her lips trailing down his neck, but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Even as Olivia’s fingers slid beneath the hem of his shirt, he couldn’t stop picturing her.
What would she be like here, in his apartment?
He imagined her standing in his bedroom doorway, her eyes heavy with the same desire he’d seen in them earlier tonight. He pictured the way she’d blush as he undressed her, the way her breath would hitch as his hands found her bare skin. The thought made his pulse quicken, heat pooling low in his stomach.
"Uhm, Charles hello? Are you even here" Olivia’s voice broke through his thoughts, and he blinked, realising he hadn’t responded to her in at least a minute.
"Yeah, sorry," he muttered, but even as he said it, his thoughts drifted back to the wrong person.
Olivia pushed him until the back of his knees his the sofa and she straddled him, shifting on his lap, her hands moving more insistently, but it wasn’t enough. None of this was enough to drown out the fire burning in him for someone else. He kissed Olivia, trying to lose himself in the moment, trying to block out the guilt. But as his lips moved against hers, all he could think about was how much he wished it was someone else.
Her lips. Her skin. Her breath.
No matter what he did, she was there in the back of his mind, haunting him, tempting him. And as Olivia’s hands roamed over his body, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if they were her hands instead. How she’d gasp at his touch, how her body would respond to him.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to silence the thoughts, but they only grew louder.
Eventually, Olivia pulled back, her brow furrowed as she studied his face. "Okay, what’s going on?" she asked, her voice edged with irritation. "You’re not really here, are you?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice thick with frustration—frustration at himself, at the situation. "It’s just...been a long day."
Olivia huffed, clearly unsatisfied with his answer. She stood, grabbing her jacket from the chair and slinging it over her shoulder. "Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but if you’re not into this tonight, just say so. I didn’t drive all this fucking way for you to act like this"
He stood up, guilt settling heavily in his chest. "It’s not you," he said, trying to smooth things over, but she waved him off.
"Yeah, I know it’s not me," she said sharply. "Whatever’s going on in your head, you need to figure it out."
Without another word, she turned and left, the door closing behind her with a loud slam.
He stood there in the silence of his apartment, the weight of his thoughts crashing back over him like a tidal wave. His mind immediately returned to her—his student. The one person he shouldn’t be thinking about, shouldn’t be wanting.
But he did.
And as he sank back onto the couch, staring at the empty space where Olivia had been, he knew that nothing was going to make this go away.
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Charles sat behind his desk, trying to focus on the stack of papers in front of him. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over his office, but he barely noticed. His mind was still a mess from the night before, from thoughts of her. He hadn’t been able to shake the memory of their kiss or the way his body had betrayed him, craving her even as he tried to distance himself. Even calling Olivia hadn’t worked; it had only made everything worse.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. It had only been a few hours since he’d been in the office, but she was still there, in the back of his mind, haunting him. Every time he tried to focus on work, her face appeared, her lips parted slightly, her eyes dark and teasing.
He needed to get a grip. This was crossing lines—lines he shouldn’t even be near. She was a student. She had a boyfriend. But the thought of her in his office again made his pulse quicken in a way that was becoming all too familiar.
A soft knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat, straightening in his chair. "Come in."
The door creaked open, and there she was—her. Standing in the doorway with that familiar mix of confidence and shyness that always threw him off balance. She was dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, but somehow, it felt different now. Everything about her felt different now.
"Professor Leclerc," she said, her voice soft as she stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. "I was hoping I could ask for some help with an assignment."
His heart skipped a beat, the way it always did when she was near. He forced himself to remain composed, giving her a nod as he gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Of course. What’s the issue?"
She walked over, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that set his nerves on edge. She sat down, crossing her legs in a way that drew his attention for a brief second before he snapped his eyes back to her face.
"It’s for another module," she said, sliding her notebook onto the desk between them. "Professor Gasly’s class, actually. It’s...similar to what you taught us last term, his is the History of France through Literature, so I thought maybe you could give me some advice."
"Gasly?" Charles raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his voice neutral. "He’s more than capable. Why didn’t you go to him?"
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering up to meet his in a way that made his pulse jump. Then, she leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping just enough to send a ripple of tension through him.
"Because you do it better."
His throat tightened, and for a second, he wasn’t sure if he’d heard her correctly. "Pardon?"
She gave him a soft, almost playful smile. "You teach better."
He swallowed, trying to maintain control, but the way she was looking at him, the way her words lingered in the air—it was impossible to ignore. There was something different about her today. Something deliberate in the way she spoke, the way she held herself. And then, almost as if to confirm his suspicions, he felt it—her foot. It slid up against his calf, just lightly, but enough to send a jolt of awareness through him.
He froze, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes flicked to hers. She was still smiling, that same soft, teasing smile, but now there was something else in her gaze. Something that told him she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Is...is that so?" he managed to say, his voice a little rougher than he intended. He should stop this. He knew he should stop this. But the warmth of her foot against his leg, the subtle pressure of it moving higher—it was making it difficult to think straight.
"Yes," she said, her voice almost a purr now, her eyes never leaving his. "I always seem to understand things better when you explain them."
He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to her touch. His pulse was racing, heat pooling in his stomach as her foot continued its slow, teasing movement up his leg. He should stop her. He should say something, push her away, remind her that this was completely inappropriate. But the words stuck in his throat, and instead, he found himself leaning forward, his hands gripping the edge of his desk as if he needed to hold on to something solid.
"What’s the assignment about?" he asked, his voice tight as he tried to steer the conversation back to safer ground.
She leaned back in her chair, her foot still resting against his leg, but now she seemed to relax, as if she’d gotten the reaction she wanted from him. She reached for her notebook, flipping it open casually as if nothing had just happened.
"It’s about narrative structures," she said, her tone suddenly more professional, though there was still a glint in her eye. "Professor Gasly is focusing on how different forms of storytelling can influence the reader’s emotional response. But his examples are so dry, you know? I thought you might have a better way of explaining it."
He stared at her for a moment, trying to ignore the lingering sensation of her foot against his leg. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, his skin still buzzing from her touch. But he forced himself to focus on the task at hand, even though every fibre of his being was screaming at him to do something else entirely.
"Well..." He cleared his throat, trying to steady his voice. "Narrative structures are...complex. There’s a lot to unpack. It’s not just about the form, but how it interacts with the content—"
As he spoke, he felt her foot move again, this time trailing up his calf in a way that was both subtle and devastatingly effective. His words faltered for a moment, his hands gripping the desk tighter as he struggled to maintain his composure.
"You seem tense," she said softly, her lips curling into that teasing smile again.
He shot her a sharp look, his mind torn between wanting to stop this and wanting to see where it would go. "This isn’t appropriate," he said, though his voice lacked the firmness he intended.
She tilted her head, her eyes locking with his, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around them. "Maybe not," she said, her foot moving higher, "but I don’t think either of us wants to stop."
The tension between them was palpable now, thick and suffocating. He could feel the pull of her, the magnetic attraction that had been building for weeks, and it was taking everything in him not to close the distance between them. But then, a sharp buzz interrupted the moment, and his eyes flicked to her phone, which had lit up on the desk between them.
Her gaze shifted to the screen, and suddenly, her expression changed. The teasing light in her eyes flickered out as she stared at the message.
Logan: Have you seen my laptop charger?
For a moment, neither of them moved. The reality of the situation crashed down on them like cold water, and he could see the guilt flicker across her face, mirroring the same guilt that had been gnawing at him for days.
“I’m going to go, I need to help him.” Even though he had seen the message, she didn’t have to clarify who him was.
She stood up slowly, her notebook tucked under her arm, the teasing smile still playing on her lips. The charged moment between them hadn’t dissipated, even as she turned toward the door, ready to leave his office. Charles sat frozen in his chair, his heart still pounding from the subtle pressure of her foot against his leg, the warmth of her touch lingering on his skin.
This was wrong. He knew it. But as she reached for the door handle, something inside him snapped—something primal, something that had been building between them for weeks, tightening with every stolen glance, every brush of hands, every lingering look.
"Thank you for the help, Professor," she said, her voice soft, almost too casual, like she wasn’t aware of the storm she’d just stirred in him.
He stood up without thinking, his chair scraping against the floor, the sound cutting through the tension. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him, a question in her eyes.
His pulse roared in his ears as he stepped toward her, his chest tightening with the weight of everything he shouldn’t be doing, everything he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. But his feet moved on their own, carrying him toward her, the space between them shrinking with every heartbeat.
She opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, his hand was on the door, pressing it shut behind her. The suddenness of it made her inhale sharply, her body instinctively turning to face him, her back against the door. They were inches apart now, the air between them thick, heavy with unspoken tension.
"Wait," he said, his voice low, rough, as if it had been dragged from somewhere deep inside him.
She blinked up at him, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Her lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. Instead, her eyes darted to his, and in that moment, he saw it—the same desire, the same need reflected back at him.
This is wrong, the voice in his head screamed, but his body wasn’t listening. His hand slid to the back of her neck, his fingers curling into the soft strands of her hair, and then, without another thought, he pulled her toward him and kissed her.
The kiss was fierce, desperate—like all the tension, all the forbidden longing between them had finally exploded into something they could no longer control. She gasped against his lips, but instead of pulling away, she pressed into him, her hands gripping the front of his shirt as if she’d been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.
Her lips were soft, warm, moving against his with a hunger that mirrored his own. His other hand found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them, until he could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest.
He kissed her harder, deeper, his mind a blur of want and need. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into him, her body responding to his in a way that sent a surge of heat through him.
But even in the midst of the kiss, a small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop. This was a line they couldn’t cross—a line they were already crossing. She was his student. He was her professor. And this...this could ruin everything.
But her lips, the way she kissed him back with the same reckless abandon, the way her body fit so perfectly against his—it was intoxicating, and for a moment, he didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t care about anything except the way she felt in his arms, the way she was clinging to him like she didn’t want to let go.
He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers as they both stood there, gasping for air, their bodies still pressed together. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen from the kiss, and the sight of her like this—breathless, flushed, in his arms—made his pulse race all over again.
But the moment the reality of what they’d just done hit him, a wave of guilt crashed over him.
This was wrong. So wrong.
He loosened his grip on her waist, his fingers trembling slightly as he stepped back, putting a sliver of space between them. She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at him with a mixture of shock and something else—something that made his heart clench painfully in his chest.
"Professor..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He swallowed hard, trying to steady his racing heart, trying to gather the words he knew he should say. But all he could manage was her name, soft and broken, as if it was a plea. A prayer.
The air between them had shifted completely. The kiss, which had started as a release of tension, was now spiralling into something much more dangerous. Her body was pressed against his, her hands gripping his shirt tightly, pulling him closer, as though she couldn’t get enough of him. His pulse pounded in his ears, drowning out any rational thought.
Charles could barely think past the feel of her lips on his, the heat of her body against his. This was wrong—he knew it with every logical part of his mind—but his control had snapped. Every line he had drawn, every moral boundary he had tried to maintain had been washed away in the wake of her kiss, her touch.
Her fingers tugged at his shirt, pulling it free from where it had been neatly tucked into his trousers. The feel of her hands slipping under the fabric, cool against his heated skin, sent a shudder down his spine. He groaned against her lips, the sound deep and guttural as he kissed her harder, more hungrily.
His own hands began to roam, unable to stop themselves. They found her waist, then slid upwards, brushing over the soft fabric of her blouse. Before he knew it, he was fumbling with the buttons of her shirt, his fingers trembling slightly, fueled by a need that felt like it had been building for far too long.
She made a small, breathy sound when his fingers brushed against her skin, and it only spurred him on. One button, then another. Her shirt was opening, revealing smooth skin, and his mouth was suddenly desperate to taste her, to explore every inch of her that he had only imagined in fleeting, guilty fantasies.
Her hands moved frantically now, pulling his shirt free and sliding up his torso, nails lightly scraping his skin. The sensation sent a shockwave through him, and he kissed her harder, deeper, feeling like he was on the brink of losing himself completely. He should stop. He knew he should stop. But the way she was responding, the way she clung to him, told him she didn’t want to stop either.
Just as he pulled her shirt open further, his lips trailing down her neck, a loud, jarring sound broke through the heated fog of the moment.
The alarm on his phone.
The sharp, persistent beeping pierced through the haze of desire, yanking them both back to reality in an instant.
For a moment, they both froze, their bodies still tangled together, his hand halfway to her bare skin. The sound was so out of place, so intrusive, that it felt almost surreal. His phone buzzed relentlessly from his desk, a sharp reminder that there was a world outside of this office—one that didn’t care about the chaos unfolding inside it.
He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged, his forehead still resting against hers. His shirt was rumpled, her blouse half undone, and for a split second, neither of them moved, as if caught in the aftermath of a hurricane.
Charles inhaled deeply, the reality of the situation crashing down on him, but instead of feeling guilt or regret, all he felt was impatience—a need to pick up where they had left off.
She looked up at him, her eyes dark, her lips swollen from their kiss. There was no awkwardness in her gaze, no second-guessing. Only desire. The kind of desire that made everything else fade away.
The beeping of his phone continued, insistent and irritating. His eyes flickered to the device, and then back to her. His next lecture. Of course. Duty called, but so did she, standing in front of him, half undressed, looking at him like she wanted nothing more than for him to finish what they’d started.
For a moment, he considered ignoring the alarm, cancelling everything for the rest of the day just to stay here with her. The temptation was overwhelming.
But then he let out a soft, low chuckle, dark and husky. "This...isn't over, mon ange."
She bit her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks, but she didn’t move, didn’t try to fix her shirt. Instead, she stood there, still so close that he could feel the heat radiating off her, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
He leaned in, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a rough whisper. "Come back tonight. Six p.m."
Her breath hitched, her body leaning into his without hesitation.
She pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, her eyes wide, filled with heat and something else—anticipation. Her lips parted, but no words came out, just a nod, subtle but unmistakable.
The look in her eyes sent another surge of need coursing through him, but the persistent beeping of his phone was a reminder that the world wouldn’t wait for him, no matter how much he wanted to lose himself in this moment.
Slowly, he released his grip on her, forcing himself to step back, though every instinct told him to pull her back into his arms. The space between them felt like a physical ache, but the promise of later hung between them, heavy and electric.
He adjusted his shirt, trying to bring some semblance of order to his appearance as he crossed the room to silence the alarm on his phone. His fingers shook as he dismissed the reminder for his next lecture.
"Six," he repeated, his voice firmer now as he met her gaze once more.
She stood there for a moment longer, her blouse still undone, a look of raw hunger in her eyes. Then, she nodded again, turning toward the door, her movements slow, deliberate. She buttoned up her shirt but didn’t bother to tuck it back in as she left his office, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
Charles stood there for a long moment after she was gone, staring at the closed door, his chest still tight with everything he was feeling. His hands trembled slightly as he ran them through his hair, his mind already racing ahead to what would happen later tonight.
Six o’clock couldn’t come fast enough.
part four
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CALL UP
summary: “Who you gon' run to when I'm gone?” Sianni went to the club with her friends completely ignoring Jey’s text messages showing out in front of her friends why? Bc she’s single ofc until he pulls up and puts her in her place.
warnings: toxic ex-boyfriend, unprotected sex, choking, daddy kink, dominance, cream-pie, baby doll, mama, toxic cycle, hair pulling, fluff at the end :)
word count: 3977
AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.
comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍
ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios
again mdni you have been warned.
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Sianni
I was excitedly preparing to hit the club with my friends Bianca and Trinity, finally free from the toxic grip of Jey. It felt liberating to know I could do whatever I wanted. We had been stuck in a harmful cycle for far too long. Every time I confronted him about his questionable behavior, he would dismiss my concerns and label me as delusional for trusting what I saw online.
This time, things took a turn for the worse; it was one of the most intense arguments we’ve ever had in our relationship. I had come across a video of him at a club, where a girl was all over him while he chatted with someone else. At first, I brushed it off, but then I received a text from her, complete with screenshots and photos of them together. That shattered me, and in that moment, I realized our time together was coming to an end.
When he returned home from his tour, I confronted him about the situation. Instead of owning up to it, he started denying everything, claiming she was lying and that the screenshots and photos were fabricated. I couldn't believe it and rolled my eyes, refusing to entertain his nonsense any longer. It became clear to me that I needed to end things for good. I was tired of his manipulation and the way he made me feel like I was losing my mind over something he had actually done.
In the present moment, he has been bombarding me with messages and calls, but I refuse to engage. I won’t be fooled by his games again. I applied some lip gloss, rubbing my lips together to create that perfect “pop.” Just then, I heard a car honking outside. When I glanced out the window, I spotted Bianca and Trin arriving.
As I reached for my purse and keys, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, alerting me to another text message from Jey.
Stink💔 sent a message
Stink💔: Ayo Sianni yo’ ass better stop playing with me and come tf home yk them pictures were fake.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his message. He knows those screenshots and photos are genuine; he's just frustrated that he got caught once more. I'm exhausted from going around in circles with him on this issue, so I decided to send him a quick message before putting my phone away in my purse.
Mamas🩷: Jey leave me tf alone aight? You know them screenshots and photos of yall two together are real asf clear as day as a matter of fact I am single and I can do whatever I want so why don’t you go back to that hoe you was fucking and leave me alone.
Upon sending him that message, my phone buzzed once more, prompting a deep sigh as I noticed his reply appear on the screen.
Stink💔: single? Tuh girl yo’ ass is funny keep fucking with me yo’ ass better not be at the club tonight tell Trin and Bianca to drop you off over here now
Could he really be serious? I'm done with these mind games; he made his choice to cheat on me with someone from his own workplace.
Mamas🩷: Joshua you fucking heard me nigga I’m not repeating myself and I’m goin’ to the club either way because I’m fucking single 🙄
I stepped outside, securing the door behind me, and made my way to Bianca’s car. As I approached, she lowered the window, poked her head out, and waved enthusiastically at me.
“Heyyy girly you ready to get turnt up tonight!” Bianca exclaimed.
“Hell yeah! I needed this for real and Trin tell Jey to leave me alone please,” I said as I got in the backseat of Bianca’s car.
Trinity raised her hands, clearly wanting to distance herself from the chaos between me and her brother-in-law. "You need to sort that out with him," she advised, and I nodded in agreement, feeling my phone vibrating in my purse.
When I checked my phone, I saw three missed calls from him, and he was clearly losing it. On top of that, there were three messages waiting for me that completely took me by surprise.
three missed calls from Stink💔
Stink💔: bring yo’ ass home Sianni I’m not fucking playing with yo’ ass
Stink💔: I will pull up in the bitch a snatch yo’ little ass up and you won’t be having no type of fucking fun
Stink💔: acting fucking stupid for no fucking reason better not be shaking no ass you tryna be hoe huh?
Was it bad that I love this shit from him? Him being all aggressive and upset at me for breaking up with him and then heading to the club to act out? Yes it was toxic but did I care? Not really.
Mamas🩷: Joshua I don’t give a flying fuck what’chu yapping about my nigga all of this would’ve been avoided if you would’ve just said yes that you fucked her that’s all but no you want to be innocent and be fucking stupid.
Stink💔: Don’t fucking disrespect me Sianni I will fix all of that shit in a heartbeat and I told you none of them screenshots were real but you wanna listen to Jaida huh? You barely know her.
Mamas🩷: MAYBE she didn’t want me to look more stupid than I already do so how about you go fuck her Jey and leave me alone I told you I’m done
Stink💔: see there you go again being fucking stupid it’s okay I got something for that ass when I come snatch yo’ ass up keep on Sianni
Mamas🩷: I’m not goin back and forth with you nigga goodbye 🖕🏾
I tucked my phone away into my purse, letting out a deep sigh as I gazed out the window at the stars and the moon illuminating the night sky, hoping fervently that he wouldn’t arrive.
Bianca shouted above the pulsating beats of the club, "You two really need to mature! How much longer are you going to drag this out?"
"I genuinely care for him, but every time we seem to be in a good place, things take a turn for the worse when he starts acting sneaky." It’s incredibly frustrating. I decided to ignore his call and put my phone on do not disturb because I just couldn’t handle his drama tonight.
He could have simply admitted that he cheated on me during the times we were apart, especially since our long-distance relationship made it difficult to connect. I understood that being apart would be challenging, but this situation felt far worse than anything I had experienced before. Even when I reached out to him, his responses were often delayed, sometimes not coming until the afternoon. I tried to be patient and not pressure him about it, but everything changed when that girl, Jaida, sent me those screenshots and pictures of them together. It shattered me completely.
Addressing him about this issue or any other concerns I picked up from people online would lead him to dismiss everything as merely “work related.” I found that hard to accept and called him out on it, which only sparked intense arguments. He would manipulate the situation, leaving me in tears and forcing me to apologize. It was a relentless, toxic cycle that I was utterly exhausted by.
I longed for open communication and the reassurance I needed, but he never provided that. I reached my breaking point.
"All my single ladies, it's your time to shine!" The DJ called out into the mic, setting the stage for an electrifying moment as he seamlessly transitioned the music to TGIF by GloRilla.
Going to the club isn't about shedding tears over a guy who doesn't appreciate you or your feelings. It's about hitting the dance floor with your friends, letting loose, and enjoying life to the fullest. Embrace the night, forget your worries, and make unforgettable memories with your girls.
"Let’s have an unforgettable night and leave all our worries behind! I’m excited to be with you, my girls, since we don’t get to hang out nearly enough." With that, I downed a shot of Hennessy and made my way to the dance floor, ready to let loose.
I started dancing freely, not caring who was watching or what they thought. All that mattered was enjoying myself and letting go of the pain Jey had caused me. I was tired of the stress he brought into my life, and I was ready to embrace a good time without worrying about our relationship.
Bianca was clearly putting on a show for Trinity, and I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Suddenly, I felt two hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto their lap. I playfully backed up against the guy behind me, moving my hips in a circular motion as I ground against him. I could sense his excitement, even though he knew he wouldn't be getting anything from me.
He explored every inch of my body, tracing my curves with his hands, his grip tightening around my throat as the alluring scent of Jack Daniel’s enveloped us.
“You cute as hell babygirl. You tryna head to the back? Got all of this ass on me.”
“Nah. you can get yo' hands off my girl."
I stood frozen, my heart racing as that deep, raspy voice echoed from behind me. I watched in shock as the guy was grabbed from behind, prompting me to spin around instantly. There on the ground lay the man, unconscious, after Jey had delivered a powerful punch to his face.
Fuck. I just knew he was going to make an appearance. Just to do something like this when he doesn’t get his way.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Like honestly?” I shouted as I shoved him away.
“I told yo’ ass sianni I fucking told you now grab yo’ shit and head towards the car don’t make me repeat myself. Got me fucked up.” He shouted while I remained there, arms crossed and unyielding.
He swept me off my feet, hoisting me onto his shoulders as he snatched my purse and phone. His gaze flicked between Bianca, Trinity, and the guy groaning on the ground.
"I had no idea she was your girlfriend; it seemed like she was ready to let loose."
Jey released me momentarily, seizing the man by the edge of his shirt and delivering another punch to ensure he stayed unconscious. Then, without hesitation, he hoisted me back onto his shoulders, even as I struggled to break free.
I was thrashing and wriggling like a child, playfully hitting him on the back, until a swift smack on my backside made me pause and reconsider my actions.
“This what I have to deal with? When yo’ ass could’ve just came home like the fuck I said but no you wanted to show you fucking ass tonight!” He shouted as he released me, forcing me down against his car and holding me firmly in position.
"If you weren't such a blatant hypocrite and a liar, I wouldn't have to deal with this situation, Joshua! A little honesty from you would have gone a long way! I'm so frustrated with you! While I'm at home waiting for you, you’re out entertaining other women at work, making me feel like a fool! " All this anger and resentment I have towards you stems from your actions, and it has left me feeling utterly worthless.
“Lower your fucking tone when you speak to me Sianni and I fucking told you it was work related nothing more!”
"It's hard to believe that entertaining other women and being intimate with them is considered part of the job. I don't see Jimmy or Montez treating Trin and Bianca that way, so what's your excuse now? Try to come up with something more original, or better yet, just be honest you fucking asshole." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, struggling to maintain my composure as tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.
“The fuck you just, you know what I’m not dealing with this shit tonight. Get in the fucking car.”
I’m not going anywhere with you, Joshua. I’m heading back into the club with Trin and Bianca. I can’t stand you; I absolutely despise you, Joshua. My feelings for you are nothing but hatred.
“Get in the fucking car Sianni. You starting to piss me the fuck off with all of this stupid shit you doing tonight. Jey swung open the passenger door of his car, casting a scrutinizing glance in my direction. “Get yo’ ass in the mother-fucking car Sianni I’m not playing with you and you aren’t going nowhere yo’ ass can say how much you hate me all you want but I know yo’ ass ain’t leaving me.”
“Ouuu! Fuck!” I grunted feeling my face being smudge into the bed sheets as he pummeled me from the back.
“This is what you wanted right? Showing yo’ fucking ass tonight so take this dick like a good girl for me mama,” When Jey exhaled, he gave me the one-leg-up, one-leg-down combination, which gave him more leverage to drag my ass back. “throw that ass back in circles for me baby doll,”
I was completely bewildered by what he was demanding from me, especially with the harsh blows he was delivering at that moment. When I failed to heed his words, his hand came down forcefully, striking me while he seized my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. “the fuck did I just say? throw yo’ ass back in circles like you did at the club being a hoe,” Before I could hurl it back at him, his hand slammed down again.
“Mhmm, look at you. this is my fucking pussy you hear me? you had him thinking you was finna give him some tonight. was you gonna give it up baby doll?”
“Noooo…fuck..Jey…”
My pussy tightens gripping against him as his hand thuds my ass again.
“So fucking tight. you were going to give all of this away? something that belongs to me and only me? you’re fucking crazy,”
I couldn’t be angry at him or be upset at him while he as beating my insides in so roughly. My pussy was practically begging for that urge of release, I knew that this was going to happen this never-ending cycle of us arguing and then fucking I was tired of it but within each thrust he had given me he had to remind me that I was his and belong to him and nobody else. It was toxic very toxic but I would always fall for it because I love him and I would do anything for him but this time it felt different way different than before I was talking reckless to him and he once again showed me who was in control of this situation fucking me until my body felt numb.
The car ride was filled with harsh language and hurtful comments. Once we arrived home, I felt compelled to pack a suitcase. I was exhausted from this relentless cycle; it was mentally draining, and he seemed completely indifferent to my struggles. Deep down, I didn’t want to leave him, but I had reached my breaking point. It wasn’t my fault that I felt suspicious about his actions. I had no desire for revenge; that simply wasn’t who I was. After gathering some clothes, I made my way to the door, only to find him blocking my path and yanking the suitcase from my grasp.
“Yo’ ass ain’t leaving me Sianni. Get in the fucking room and wait for me in there. acting fucking reckless tonight I’m not having it.”
I rolled my eyes as he attempted to grab my suitcase, saying, “Joshua, I’m not playing this game anymore. I’ve made it clear that I’m completely finished with you. Go find someone else, like Jaida, and just leave me alone.”
“Why do you have do be so fucking stupid Sianni huh? she’s nobody to me. getcho ass in that fucking room don’t make me repeat myself,”
"No! Fuck that I'm no—" He silenced me by aggressively kissing my lips and driving his tongue down my throat as he carried me to our common bedroom. He threw me on the bed and tore off his clothing while ripping mine off, wasting hundreds of dollars. He then flipped me over and started hitting my wet cunt and not letting me to adjust to his size
“yo’ ass wanna be fucking stupid out here worrying about me doing this and that when I’m worried about you and only you,” He growled slamming into me deeply.
"W-wait! Jey! Oh fuckkk," I wailed as I pushed on his stomach, attempting to slow him down.
“Ain’t no fucking wait you wanted to act out tonight right? act out right now mama do it take this big ass dick,” he rammed deeply inside of my inner walls, showing off his dominance letting me know who’s running the show tonight.
As my yells reverberated off the wall, I could hear how wet my pussy was for him and only him feeling him digging his thumb inside of my second hole driving me insane as he continued to pummeled me to the oblivion.
“Fuckkkk!” The sensation made me cried out.
I knew that he was enjoying this breaking me into two pieces watching me crumbling underneath his touch knowing that I wasn’t leaving him.
Tonight was unlike any other; he was imparting a crucial lesson about the dangers of recklessness. Ironically, he was the one who had put me in this position. Perhaps I had gone too far, but he failed to grasp my perspective. I took the necessary actions, even if they didn't align with his way of thinking.
“Shit, this some good ass pussy mama. You were going to give it away baby doll?” He panted thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. “You ain’t leaving me mama. I won’t allow it after all the shit we been through I won’t.” He moaned out “saying you hate me but knowing damn well you love me way to damn much you taking this dick like a big girl just for daddy mama,”
“Ouuuu.” I cried out, a pit in my stomach telling me I was ready to cum. Within seconds of his dick and thumb digging into my asshole, I was going to make a mess on him and the sheets-damn so much of washing the sheets yet again.
“You finna cum huh? you think I’ll allow you to cum after putting on a show tonight?” He pulled my hair and removed his thumb to let me to stare up at him while grinding my body against his and whining as he rubbed my clit. “tell me something you belong to me? Hm? Is this my pussy?”
I had to say something to get him to let me cum, but I was so worn out and fatigued that I couldn't even understand or imagine the words coming out of my lips.
“you belong to me right? say it,”
“Yes I belong to you..” With a gentle croak, I threw my ass across his lap and chased his high.
“Un-un,” As he continued to hammer me, he put his hand around my throat to keep me near him. “show me how much you wanna cum, show me who you belong to,”
With greater force, I flung my ass back and spat my tongue out at him, opening my mouth wide so he could spit inside of it. He then tongued me down like no other, thrusting his dick deep inside of me.
“Tell me this is mine all mine, and tell daddy that your sorry for acting out tonight and I’ll let you cum baby doll,”
“Fuckkk! I’m sorry daddy! So sorry! It’s all yours I-I belong to you and only you! I-I cumming! Ouuu fuck I’m cumming!” Knowing that I was here to stay and that I wasn't going anywhere, that was all he wanted from me. My body fell onto the bed, and my thoughts went blank as I felt my body flail onto the covers like a dead body as my fluids poured out of me.
He struck me one final time as his warm seeds filled my inner walls to such a degree that I could see stars and felt ropes entering me one after the other.
After letting his dick spew out all of his nut that was gushing out the last of his sperm, he remained in that position for a minute before pulling away from me and flipping me onto my back as he watched my body tremble uncontrollably.
He tenderly brushed his lips across my skin, each gentle kiss designed to calm me, before leaning in to press a soft kiss on my lips. Then, he settled himself between my legs, resting his head against my chest.
“Did you actually mean that shit? That you hate me? Like actually hate me?��
“No, I didn’t mean it. I just wish you were more honest with me instead of denying it, it just felt like you didn’t care,”
“I do care though mama, I just don’t like to when you listen to other people on the net when you should be hearing it from me,”
I let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly drained. "You know, you kept denying it over and over, which only made you seem more guilty, Joshua. So, I need you to be honest with me: did you cheat on me while you were on tour?"
The atmosphere in the room was thick with silence as he and I locked eyes. “I swear, I didn’t cheat on you while I was on tour. Jon and Montez can back me up on that. As for Jaida, I haven’t spoken to her since we ended things. Those were just old pictures and screenshots,” he said, realizing that my previous reactions were based on false evidence. “I could never betray you like that, mama. I love you too much, Sianni.”
“Then what about all of these times you didn’t answer my calls or text?”
“I was with the guys and got drunk so I couldn’t text you back really, look I’m sorry mama like for real though I’m sorry I want you and only you,”
Did I truly want to trust him this time? I was uncertain whether to approach Montez or Jon about the situation; they would likely just defend him regardless. Still, I simply didn’t have the energy to deal with it.
I weakly nodded in response to his smile, and I couldn't help but think that if looks could truly kill, he would be the one to end me. As we settled into bed, he pulled me close, his strong arms encircling my waist, creating a sense of safety and warmth.
“I love you Sianni,” Jey whispered as he placed a kiss on my neck.
“Mmmm, love you too,” I mumbled while drifting off to sleep.
Could he really be honest? He appeared sincere, yet my tendency to overthink casts doubt on his words. Ultimately, only time will reveal the truth.
-fin ❤️
A/n: ngl this ate down lol 😭🙂↕️
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OKOK SO I JUST SAW THE NOTIF!!
so hear me out…maybe reader is like a fam friend of Kate’s. They were best friends and played together all the time. They went to Iowa together, and are roommates. Reader plays volleyball, soccer, softball, wtv you want. And like a slow burn friends to lovers!!?? (i’m a whore for friends to lovers) i’m talking mutual pining, years of attraction and feelings…literally brewing for 22 years (kate’s going to be 24 soon, so like they’re moms were bestfriends so Kate and readers friendship started when they were like 2?)
PLSPLSPLSPLS IF U CAN!?😋
・❥・- no hard feelings.


summary: basically the req lol. r plays soccer at uoi and kate is a nervous wreck 😭
warnings: none rlly… just the use of y/n if that even counts as one??? 💀
rpf!!! don’t read it if ur uncomfortable 😣
wc: 2.25k
a/n: not my usual stuff, i know. i’ve just been itching to write something about kate :( plz don’t unfollow me guys and don’t leave me mooties </3 🤧 i swear i’m going back on my yjs grind once school ends. every divider is a timeskip btw cuz this is lowk long and im layz asfk… also kind of messy i’m so sorry
NOT PROOFREAD!!!!
22 years. you and kate have been friends for 22 fucking years, and she hasn’t picked up yet. your very obvious feelings for her are starting to fade the more she’s been avoiding them. it sucks so fucking much.
these stupid feelings started when both of you ended up at the same university and the same dorm. you never saw kate in that light. she was your mom’s best friend’s kid, and the rest was history. you played tackle football with her when she had nobody else to play with, practiced basketball with her. you two were practically attached to the hip. the same elementary, middle school, highschool, and the same damn college.
it wasn’t like you could just leave too. the scholarship you were offered for soccer was totally worth the taking, and you couldn’t leave behind the team either. the first few times you gained feelings for kate was when you were in middle school. ‘experimenting’ with your feelings. well, that was your guys’ excuse after you two losers got caught by her mom. after that it was just dating stupid boys to get your head out of it and your head off of kate. thankfully, she was trying to do the same exact solution. you knew a lot about her.
but the one thing you didn’t know was that she felt the exact same. she was just too scared to say it. its not like she wants to lose a 22 year friendship over her uncontrollable feelings. first thing she did was go to caitlin, and she was practically freaking the hell out over it. cait was definitely the anchor between the both of you. helping you with accidental arguments so you didn’t lose kate, helping you out with what to say when she was upset. it was good having someone like that, but it was so incredibly stressful having to consistently ask for some sort of advice.
eventually you were tired of it. tired of waiting for something to happen. waiting for a move to be made by kate or maybe just a few little hints that kept you going. although you couldn’t anymore. it was draining, like someone who didn’t realize what you felt about them. you told caitlin everything after that reality set in for you. it was the blinding of your feelings that let everything slip through your mind and basically fly over your head. how could you be so naive to believe that she did and you were just trying hard for nothing in return. it was dumb, and you knew that much.
one night after a long day of testing and practice, you stumble your way into your dorm, the door locked and a frown crossing your face. the keys were in your stupid locker. “open the door, please..” you murmur, voice tired and confused. you bring your fist up to the door and knock softly, the sound of the lock clicking and the door creaking open. “jeez. soccer must’ve been a pain in the ass. you look like shit.” kate laughs, grabbing your arm gently to stable your body. letting out a heavy huff of breath, you lean slightly into her and drop your arms to your sides. “tell me about it.” she smiles and hoists you up carefully, locking the door and bringing you to the living room.
the moment your butt hits the couch cushion you let out a soft sigh and look at kate, her big stupid and soft eyes locking onto yours. the corners of your lips curl up slightly and you snicker, raising your eyebrows. “do you really wanna know? cause its a stupid story.” you exaggerate and rub the back of your neck. kate takes the spot next to you and nods continuously, her head leaning onto your shoulder. “trust me, dude. i wanna hear it.”
“kay, well… coach dilanni was being a total douche about what i wanted to practice. i mean, its fucking practice for a reason. i’m supposed to practice what i need to practice! not what he wants me to practice.” your voice gets a little low and you start to slur out your words. the repeated words and slow murmurs make her laugh a little, her arm hooking around your neck and bringing your head towards hers. “and he gave me so much attitude. like, the more i tried to defend myself the more he spoke over me. the old head was thinking about benching me during the champ game!!!” you blurt out and let out a groan.
she starts to realize just how tired you are and pouts, her head moving away, and her hands cupping your face. your head involuntarily moves to stare at hers, your eyes half open, your lips pursed slightly, and your head dropped down a little. “he looks like a nice old guy but deep down that man has some serious problems,” you grumble. “and don’t even get me started on the tests i had to take.” kate’s eyebrows raise and her face stills for a moment when you bury your face deep into her neck. your breath tickles at her skin and she feels shivers running up and down her back. you’re so tired you don’t even realize what you’re doing.
“y/n…” she breathes out heavily and you hear her swallow down whatever she needs to say. your head pulls out and you look at her with big eyes too, just like how she did earlier. water forms in your ducts as you try to fight off the sleepiness, but the way kate is looking at you makes it hard to get off of her. “hm?” you hum and drop your head against her shoulder. “never mind, okay.” her voice drops too and softens a bit, a familiar heat rushing up to your face when she runs her fingers up and down your back.
the warmth of her body and the relief you feel when you hear her voice makes your head spin like crazy. its like she knows what you feel about her and is just doing this to mess with you. the second your eyes shut, kate sucks in a sharp breath in through her teeth and practically manhandles you. gently, of course. but shes picked you up like a damn baby and you don’t have the slightest intention of stopping her from doing it.
your stomach spins and churns awkwardly from the contact. you’ve known kate all your life, but right now it feels like you just saw her on campus for the first time. after you got that news you guys shared a room together. you suddenly get the reminder of your feelings for her, like a shit ton of fireworks igniting in your stomach. more so reigniting. she brushes her fingers up against your face to move a few strands of hair from it.
kate likes you. she really fucking does, and its just the fact that she can’t spit it out no matter how much she wants to. no matter how much she wants to scream it from the rooftop and tell the whole world about how she feels. she thinks you’re the prettiest girl she’s ever seen and she has that gut feeling where she believes that you feel the same way. she isn’t stupid but shes smitten and that’s blinding her as well. just like how it did to you.
“y’know how we’ve been friends for like.. a bajillion years?” she laughs nervously and curls her lips downwards a bit. you know that shes nervous and its starting to make you nervous too. you’re starting to sweat a little underneath your shirt and you can somehow feel it under your skin. “yeah, why?” you ask and open your eyes to look at her face. its all red, her eyes open wide with anxiety, and her mouth slightly parted.
“okay, listen to me and don’t freak out… please.” kate squeaks out and moves her hands away from you. her reactions and jitters cause you to sit up and watch her every move just to make sure she really doesn’t start to freak. theres a feeling in your stomach that can’t really be put into words. it’s that feeling where you wanna throw up because of your nerves and the wanna jump off a bridge before you hear what she says. “i won’t go crazy, you idiot. what’s wrong with you?” you ask with a little chuckle but it quickly fades away when you realize what she’s about to say.
you’re not feeling this because you’re embarrassed of what she’s feeling. you’re just nervous and not used to it. at least thats what you’re telling yourself. there’s a little voice in your head repeatedly telling you to “calm the fuck down!” and it isn’t really helping. your brain is fried from the tiredness you feel too, but this seems really important. “nothing is wrong with me, i just dunno.. need to tell you something before its too late.” she whispers and tilts her head to the side a little, figuring out how she has to say it and if she really should let you know. now that she’s declared that she needs to say this little thing before its ‘too late’ confirms everything you need to know.
“this probably sounds stupid and dumb and i’m going to sound like the biggest loser in the world,” she starts, her voice cracking and her face contorting in different ways you’ve never seen before. in all the years you’ve know kate, shes never been so anxious and nervous about something like this before. its kinda scary. “but i think i’m like.. really in love with you.” she stumbles over her words and buries her face into her hands. it takes you a moment to process what she says as the sleepiness corrupts your mind. “i’m sorry, what?” you mutter.
“i said i like you!!!” kate blurts out and you watch her face turn the reddest you’ve ever seen it. you’ve been with her for almost all of her relationships and this is the first time her face has ever looked like that. her previous partners have never had her like this, they’ve never had her the way you have, and you’re realizing that just now. “oh.” you gulp. the words you’ve been waiting to hear for more than half of your life have finally been said, and it is the greatest relief you’ve ever felt in your life. and everything makes sense now.
the way kate brushes up against you in the halls, the fact she always walks you to your classes no matter how far hers is from it, her taking you to soccer practice, her watching your games like how you watch her, and the fact that you are the reason she blushes like she’s embarrassed herself. although she hasn’t, she’s just so into you, and nothing is gonna change the way she feels. “‘oh?’ is that it?” kate spits out and starts to panic a little. after she’s just admitted, she’s expected something different from you. maybe the same thing? she doesn’t know what she was expecting, it just wasn’t that.
your eyes widen and your face grows redder the longer you stare at her and when your tiny tired peabrain registers that she reciprocates what you feel. “no! that’s not it, stupid, i like you too!” you blurt out as well and push her shoulders. kate has a look of something on her face. you can’t tell what it is but she seems happy about what you said, and that makes your emotions explode. “okay, you know what? i love you, actually! i love you, i love you, i love you!!!!!!!!” you stutter out a bunch of times. years and years of hoping and waiting that she’ll finally do something comes to a stop. “i have my whole damn life.” you murmur, catching your breath slightly from the continuous shouting of your feelings at her. the burning and churning in your stomach goes away and is replaced with a certain sense of relief. a relief that you haven’t felt in ages.
“oh so, you’re serious, serious?”
“yes, okay. i’m not joking, like i meant everything.”
“say you swear or i won’t believe one word you say.”
“i swear on coach dilanni’s life.” you giggle, fingers threading through kate’s blonde strands. her head is propped up on your chest and her eyes are slightly open. you two have been sitting there for about ten minutes, talking about why or how you even got these stupid little feelings for each other. but none of you are complaining. matter of fact, you’re both on the verge of falling asleep but the presence from each other makes you both wanna stay up all damn night if you could.
“he’s not gonna like that...” she murmurs, voice soft and slurring a bit. kate wraps her arms tight around your waist, her head moving into a more comfortable position. your hands are all over the place and you’re basically just messing up her hair, one of her eyes closing when a few strands get in her face. “you have no idea what you’re doing, huh?” her lips turn into that smile you know all too well now, and her eyes closing completely. a yawn escapes from in between your lips and she hears it, snapping her head upwards, that smile turning into a smirk.
“kiss me.”
and you do.
#kate martin#kate martin x reader#mine#wcbb x reader#wcbb x you#rpf#this is so bad#coach dilanni im sorry ur probably a good man 😞
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for the cupid’s mail event <333
im going to act like a shoujo girl about to confess to tsukishima kei ( we only ever interacted for school purposes ) timezone’s utc+8 same as u <3 also, feel free to post this as well !
to the guy who keeps giving me pens because i keep losing mine,
first of all—thank you. really. if not for you, i’d probably be scribbling notes with eyeliner by now.
but also… i think i might have started liking you somewhere between the second and third pen.
it’s fairly ridiculous, you probably handed them to me without a second thought, just some guy helping out a classmate who clearly can’t keep a pen for more than a week. but to me, it wasn’t just that. it was the quiet way you’d slide one across my desk before i could even ask. the barely-there sigh of exasperation, like you’d already expected it. the way your hands lingered, just for a second, before pulling away.
i probably sound insane right now. i probably am insane for writing this. but if i don’t say it now, i’ll just keep sitting here, wondering if maybe—just maybe—you ever noticed me, too.
so, here it is. i think you’re adorable. i like you. and even if you don’t feel the same, i promise i’ll at least try to stop losing my pens.
(…no guarantees, though.)
— solvia
hey, you're solvia, right? tsukishima asked me to give this to you - i think he was too shy to hand it to you himself... anyway, i'll be on my way now. happy valentine's day!

to the girl who i keep lending pens to because she keeps losing hers,
first of all - i'm not going to try to structurally mirror the rest of your letter like a loverboy from a cheesy shoujo anime. that's cringe. sorry.
moving on.
when you first asked me for a pen that wednesday morning in chem - and yes, i do remember when it all started - i was happy. not that you had to push past the mortification to ask me, of course not, but the way you smiled - that slightly shy, sweet smile caught me off guard.
and i hate to say this, but - it made my heart skip a beat. it really did, even if it sounds like something out of a romance book. from then on, whenever you asked, i couldn't say no to you. it was the decent thing to do - though i suppose being a decent guy isn't really what i'm known for. if it were someone else i might've said no when they asked, but it was you.
you, whose eyes twinkled with quiet gratitude when i slid yet another ballpoint over. you, who made me sigh a sigh of exasperation, and of silent happiness.you, who made me make my hands linger on your desk, where they could be a little closer to yours.
and i guess it all boils down to this:
i like you. i have no idea how you didn't pick up on it, but i like you. a lot.
so, yeah, that's me and how i feel. frankly, you've taken up all the space in my brain, and it disrupts my concentration in chem class. least you can do is grab a bite with me on valentine's day, if you're free. we'll go to your favourite convenience store, and we can talk this out properly, in person.
(and don't think i don't know you used one of my pens to write your letter - i recognize the ink.)
with love, kei

consider it delivered!
#❧ mini event: cupid’s mail delivery service#HAPPY VALENTINES DAY SOLVIAAAAA#ooh this was so fun to read and to write for#i wish you and your cranky man a wonderful day <333
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Hey Paige !! I was wondering if you could do a jealous vinnie smut ?? I would love to see one
JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY
loveeee this idea ! thank you for the request <33
guys also, if it’s extremely noticeable (ik it is) but idk how to flirt so pls don’t make fun 😭😭
pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader
warnings; smut, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), praise kink, cussing, vinnie being is own warning for this one
summary; you flirt with someone else to try and get a rise out of vinnie, but are soon met with the consequences
it wasn’t your full intention to flirt with another guy while your boyfriend was literally holding your hand, but you did it anyways.
you just wanted to get a rise out of vinnie.
the two of you walk hand in hand but you suddenly stop when you see a guy walking in your direction.
you let go of vinnie’s hand before the guy can notice the two of you may be together.
“hey handsome,” you say with a smile as vinnie has a confused look on his face. “i like your eyes.”
the guy in front of you blushes and replies with a small thank you. you can tell he’s nervous, while also feeling your boyfriends eyes stare at you from behind.
you start to pull out your phone and that’s when vinnie almost loses it. “you single?” you firstly ask the man in front of you, to which he nods. “why don’t you give me your number and we can see where this goes, yeah?”
the guy agrees and gives you his number. “i’ll text you when im home, ill see you later.” you say as you start to walk away, you turn around to wink at him before linking hands with vinnie when you’re a good distance away.
vinnie doesn’t reply, just simply keeps walking and occasionally squeezing your hand tight.
you know you got under his skin and pissed him off. you know that you’re his and no one is going to take that from him.
you know that too, but watching him get angry like that is so hot to you.
“the fuck was that?” vinnie asks after minutes of silence.
you turn your head and look at him. “what was what?” you try to play innocent, but only knowing it’s going to result in a not-so-innocent act later.
“don’t play fucking dumb with me,” vinnie tells you in a stern voice. “you know what you did.”
you shake your head and shrug. “ i complimented a guy and got his number so we can hang out,” you tell him. “so what?”
vinnie stops dead in his tracks, his hand immediately falling out of yours and to his side. “you fucking flirted with a guy, and asked if he was single. doesn’t sound like something so innocent as you made it be.”
the way vinnie was looking at you — like you had just done the most unforgivable thing ever — made your stomach drop.
vinnie loves you with everything in him, and to watch you so easily flirt with a guy and give him your number, with you knowing what girl’s have done to him in the past, really hurts him.
putting your hands on his arms, you rubbed his arms to try to relieve the hurt he was feeling.
vinnie didn’t let that slide though. pushing your hands off him, he just continued walking while you just stood in the middle of the sidewalk.
“baby!” you called out for your boyfriend as he was walking farther away.
vinnie doesn’t stop walking, he just continues on as you shout for him. “babe!”
finally you caught up to him and pulled at his shirt sleeve so he could face you. “just hear m— get in the car.” vinnie cut you off mid sentence.
“but v, just lemme— listen to me and get in the fucking car!” he shouts a bit loud at you.
vinnie opens the car door for you and watches you get inside, slamming the door once you’re buckled. he gets in on the drivers side and starts it up without a word.
the drive back to his apartment is quiet, just music playing in the background while vinnie grips your thigh in a tight hold.
you tried talking but all vinnie did was grip your thigh a bit tighter and glare at you.
it wasn’t enough to hurt, but you could definitely tell he was more than just mad.
finally arriving at the apartment, you sit and watch as vinnie gets out of the car and makes his way to your side.
“go upstairs and wait for me, i’ll be up in a minute,” he tells you, and you start walking away. he calls out your name and that makes you turn around. “don’t want you in anything but that set you got on right now, you understand?”
you nod and reply with a faint yes, but vinnie hears it enough to nod his head in the direction of the stairs to the floor he lives on.
walking inside, you smile when you see hera waiting for you at the front door. you crouch down to pet her then walk into vinnie’s room.
closing the door behind you, you also make sure the curtains are closed as well.
once everything’s how you want it you start to undress, leaving you in only a black lace set vinnie had bought you months prior.
“so pretty f’me, sweetheart.” you suddenly hear, making you turn your head and see vinnie walk into the room.
you watch as he unbuckles his belt then slides off his pants, along with his shirt next. “you gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks.
you nod frantically but that’s not enough for him. “use your words, baby.” he tells you, to which you reply with a ‘yes’.
vinnie smiles and makes his way to you in only his boxers. you slide up on the bed so he has room for himself.
looking down for a split second, you can see the obvious imprint in the man’s boxers, making you slowly look up at him.
“this what you want, princess? want my cock filling you up?” he asks, knowing exactly what the answer is.
you squirm and nod your head. “yes, please vinnie,” you whine. “please.”
he smirks and starts pulling his boxers down but you sit up and take them off yourself. “someone’s impatient.” vinnie chuckles.
once his boxers are off and somewhere in the room, you get back to the spot on the bed where you were moments ago.
vinnie grabs your hips and lifts them up so you can wrap your legs around his shoulders. without any warning, he pushes himself into you, not even giving you time to adjust before he’s thrusting into you with a fast pace.
“this what you wanted, huh?” he asks while watching you roll your eyes in pleasure.
you feel too good to even answer, even if it wasn’t a rhetorical question. all you can do is nod while you push your head further into the pillow.
“yeah? wanted to see what would happen if you flirted with another guy huh, baby?” he says, his pace never slowing as he speaks, if anything he goes faster.
you look up at your boyfriend and watch as he moves his hands to toy with your clit, making you bite your lip to suppress a moan.
“let it out, sweetheart,” vinnie tells you as his thumb moves fast on your sensitive bud. “let everyone know only i can make you feel this good.”
you let out a moan and vinnie smiles. “that’s it pretty girl, let me hear you.” he praises.
as he continues to toy with your clit you can’t help but try to close your legs on him. “v-vin.” is all you can say as he continues his actions.
vinnie watches as you fall apart right in front of him. he reaches over to squeeze one of your tits and that alone makes your back slightly arch off the mattress.
he takes your nipple in between his index finger and thumb, squeezing it just enough to make you moan in pleasure once again.
“doin’ so good for me, princess.” the praise goes straight to your head and all you do is smile at your boyfriend.
he can never stay mad for too long, and although he is still upset, he wants to make sure this all still feels good for you.
his thrusts become harsher and it’s almost as if a switch flipped and a whole different person was in his body.
“think you can just hit on someone else with me right there? think you could get away with it?”
you shake your head. “n-no, i’m sorry.” you try to say loud enough for him to hear.
“who makes you feel this good?” he asks you, and when he doesn’t get a response right away, he quickly pulls out and smacks your pussy.
you bite your lip to hold in the noise that wants to escape, not wanting vinnie to know you enjoyed that.
although he knows you too well, and knows you definitely did enjoy that. “pretty girl likes getting her pussy smacked, does she?” he asks in a teasing tone.
he does it once more and you can’t help but moan loud, making the man smile. “answer me.”
you nod. “y-you do, vin,” you say, and he pushes himself into you again, thrusting harshly. “only you!”
he smiles. “that’s right, good girl.” he praises.
his hand makes its way back to your clit and his thumb rubs harsh circles on it, making you squirm and whine in pleasure.
“i’m close.” you warn, and vinnies actions move faster.
you link your legs together so vinnie can move his other hand to your tits once more, giving both equal attention.
“cum for me, pretty,” he tells you as you watch him thrust in and out of you. “wanna see you cum on my cock for me.”
with one of his hands squeezing your tits and the other rubbing circles on your clit, you’re falling apart in front of him quickly.
“fuck, vinnie.” you’re so close you can feel it, and vinnie can tell too.
“come on baby, cum for me. show me who makes you feel this good.” he tells you once more, which pushes you over the edge.
with one more final thrust vinnie is right behind you, moaning out a string of curse words as he cums inside you.
he gently lowers your legs from his shoulders and you roll onto your side to face your boyfriend.
entangling your legs with his, vinnie pulls you a bit closer so he can kiss you softly.
“i’m sorry i got so mad, but you gotta admit that was pretty good.” he tells you, making you laugh.
you trace over the tattoos on his chest with a smile. “it was, but i’m sorry i even flirted with him in the first place.” you reply.
vinnie moves some hair out of your face and kisses your temple gently. “nobody can love and fuck you as good as me, let’s be honest.” he tells you, which makes you laugh once more.
it’s true though, no matter how many arguments the two of you might have, your guys’ love for each other is endless.
“i love you, vinnie.” you reply, kissing him softly.
vinnie grabs your cheeks and deepens the kiss, pulling away seconds later to kiss your nose. “i love you more, my pretty girl.”
hiii !! sorry i’ve been a bit inactive w posts, i was out of town for work and that’s why i didn’t get anything out (:
anyways i hope you liked this !! thank you again for the request !! <33
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Am I gonna finally make a post analyzing Bam’s character? Maybe
I’ve actually been wondering cuz there was exactly one time I decided to check out Naver/the korean ver of TOG and the comments were: probably the cruelest I’ve seen? It felt like a cesspool of hate where everyone was complaining about something or the other and it was so bad that I was legit thinking how on earth does SIU continue writing if all his comments r about how awful his writing of Bam is or how everyone only wants to see Khun and that they dont care about the effort he puts into his art
But anyway after reading that Ive been thinking for months that I want to actually sit down and study Bam’s character a bit as a fuck you to all the hate
I do have some issues with his character which I def talk about below but i can assure you Im not gonna be just hating on him
Actually this is gonna be really long so I’m just gonna start linking them in different posts
Spoilers for anyone not caught up on the webtoon
Lets talk about the positives first or like moments where it felt like Bam really is putting his money where his mouth is
He’s choosing to ignore FUG’s fate for him and chooses paths that will keep his loved ones closest to him - I think its incredibly admirable that he does this knowing that FUG’s goal is to overthrow someone who in the Tower’s eyes is hindering growth, is needlessly cruel(Workshop Battle Reflejo remember losing his eyes and his family just for accidentally(or not) looking at a Princess comes to mind, Traumarei wiping out entire branches of his family if he didnt like them), is a tyrant(Idk what else to call Jahad after that whole thing w the Hidden Grove and Sir u cannot just ‘declare’ urself King one day and then start killing people when they disagree). Back to Bam, its incredible and I think a good thing to show of someone choosing a path of their own than just listening to the cries of people who as even Urek said, have nothing to do with him. That sounds horribly cruel but hear me out: Bam doesnt know ANYTHING about the Tower when FUG takes him, what he knows is that his friends are being held captive and FUG is behind it, FUG is doing this because they cant kill Jahad themselves. I am beyond 10000000% certain that if they had just explained to Bam from the start and never put his friends on the line that Bam would have been happy to help them fight Jahad. We have seen Bam go out of his way to help characters for no reason beyond his own sense of compassion and empathy(literally the entirety of Tower of God/Bam sticking his neck out for Traumarei and Gustangs family members and telling the heads to stop fucking with their families lives) those families asked for help but note that none of them were holding Bam’s friends as hostages. Laura Lo Po Bia just ASKED for help, she didnt do anything to pressure Bam to help(if I remember correctly). If you want another example we can just look at Bam vs White in the Hell train w Bam saving Whites comrades.
If FUG hadn’t fucked w Bam’s friends, they WOULD have had a willing Slayer Candidate but they didnt.
I like that Bam walked away from Fug after knowing why he was being forced to train under them as I read it as Bam leaving his abusers behind. CUZ THATS LITERALLY WHAT FUG DID TO HIM, Bams whole fucking personality changed thanks to FUG, he himself hates the ver of himself that FUG turned him into. I dont think I need to elaborate on that, we got the Hidden Floor arc to prove it. I point this out is cuz a thing abusers do is raise the stakes so you feel morally obligated to stay, eg: abusers trapping women by forcing them to get and stay pregnant saying that its best for the Child. What FUG was doing was essentially that in part so Bam choosing to leave and fight to leave is an incredible showing of fighting for your freedom even when your abusers keep making it sound like ur the worst person alive for leaving. Also, they took Bam and clearly dont touch Urek, they took Bam who was literally brand new to the tower, had no time to assess the Tower for himself and make even his own fking personality, they literally took Bam at his most vulnerable AND impressionable for a reason. Bam was weak and didnt know how hsi powers worked, he’s kinda perfect for the job, you dont see them doing anything like this with Urek because they know it would not work with him. Bam was kinda the perfect victim, so yeah I think Bam rejecting FUG is fking perfect even if it does come at the price of the Tower staying under Jahads reign, you do not solve abuse with MORE abuse, ESP when there WAS a way to get Bam to naturally help.
Bam leaving FUG was one of the strongest displays of his Values and I will die on this hill okay?!
Anyway thats enough FUG bashing lmao FUG is still cool but yeah theyre real fucked up
Once I have other posts out I’ll link them together(i also gotta learn how to do that)
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✦ The Center of Her Moon ✦
jaylinda people we rise !!
i have been working on this chapter for weeks since I got the idea but didn't know how to put it together correctly, but i think im come up with something good? maybe
also pls ignore how i switch back and forth between she and they for jay, i kept flipflopping while writing this so now jay is she/they in this fic. thx <3
wc: 3> k
Chapter One: The Stories People Tell
Linda never thought love would happen to her in real life.
She wasn’t sure if it was because of who she was — quiet, cautious, too busy solving everyone else’s problems to make space for her own — or if she’d just seen too much of the world to believe love worked the way people said it did.
It was easy to believe in destiny when you were a Soul Rider. Harder to believe someone could fall in love with you when your nights were filled with nightmares and rune-borne headaches.
She didn’t talk about it, of course. Not with the other girls. Not even with Alex, who sometimes gave her a knowing look when the others weren't paying attention, like she knew Linda was holding something back.
But there was nothing to say. Not really.
Linda liked reading about love. The sweeping gestures, the stolen glances, the lines that made her underline entire pages in her worn-out paperbacks. She’d curl up under her window with a blanket and lose herself in stories where someone was always brave enough to say it. To reach out. To want someone with everything they had.
But when she closed the book, the silence settled around her again, soft and still. And it was just her. Just the rustle of pages and the ache of something she couldn’t name.
She never quite believed the cute stories she heard about couples meeting in line for coffee or bumping into each other on the street. They were good stories. Charming. But how real were they? People always left the hard parts out. The fights, the doubt, the way love could turn into something heavy and difficult. Something you had to choose, again and again, even when it wasn’t easy.
Maybe she was projecting. She’d never been in a relationship. Not even close. All her romance consisted of watching Pride and Prejudice with popcorn and a blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders like armor.
Sometimes she wondered if the books she read had ruined her. Set her standards impossibly high. She wanted someone kind, yes — but also clever. Thoughtful. Someone who would challenge her, make her feel something real. Not a shallow crush or a fleeting spark, but something with gravity.
Something that meant something.
And honestly, the idea that anyone would see her that way? It felt impossible. Like she was too sharp around the edges. Too closed-off. Too complicated.
But then the dreams started.
At first, she dismissed them. Dreams weren’t unusual for her. She’d always been connected to things others couldn’t explain — old visions, whispers from the past, fragments of the future. But this was different.
She kept seeing the same figure. Always in the shadows. Tall. Strong. A presence that moved like a storm — not chaotic, but charged. Like they carried lightning under their skin. Linda could never see their face clearly, but their presence was unmistakable. Familiar. Not frightening, but magnetic. Like the moon caught in orbit around a sun it hadn’t realized it needed.
And every time she woke up from the dreams, her heart was racing. Her skin tingled. Her fingers itched for a pen.
She started writing them down — every detail she could remember — in the journal she now kept tucked beneath her pillow. It had once been for tracking visions, rune meanings, ancient texts. Now it was full of entries that began with things like They were closer this time, Their voice sounded like thunder wrapped in velvet, and I think they touched my hand, but I can’t be sure.
It felt foolish, romantic in a way she didn’t want to admit. But she couldn’t stop. Something in her needed to remember.
Sometimes, in the stillness just before dawn, she would whisper the same question into the quiet air: “Is there someone who could actually love me?”
Someone who wouldn’t find her too intense or too quiet or too tangled in her thoughts. Someone who could be the sun to her moon. Someone who could live in harmony with her without asking her to be someone else.
And sometimes, the silence answered with a feeling — warmth curling at the edge of her ribs, like the echo of a touch she hadn’t yet received.
Maybe it was magic. Maybe it was hope. Maybe it was nothing at all.
But the next morning, Linda stepped outside to find the early sky heavy with stars, and the wind whispering through the trees like a secret only she could hear. Her gaze lifted instinctively to the moon — hanging low, full, golden — and for a single breathless moment, she didn’t feel so alone.
She didn’t know it yet, but someone was already orbiting her. Already pulled by the same quiet gravity.
And that someone was on her way.
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Jay was chaos incarnate.
She didn’t even say it to be dramatic — It wasn’t a metaphor. It wasn’t poetic. It was just facts. People called her a lot of things. Dangerous. Erratic. A little unhinged. She wore it like armor, loud and sharp, because what else was she supposed to do? Play nice?
Didn’t help that she served Garnok. Minor detail. That label stuck to her like oil, thick and impossible to scrub off. People didn’t see her. They saw the shadow behind her, the storm she came with. They didn’t get her cause, didn’t get her power. What it meant to fight for something different. Something darker, sure, but still hers.
Jay wasn’t in the business of being liked. People didn’t get her. They liked rules, liked neat lines and clear intentions. Jay was a blur. She’d rather be fire than a page number in someone’s carefully organized book.
But if she was being honest with herself — and that didn’t happen often — Jay knew the truth.
She was a loser.
Not in a tragic, cool antihero way. No, this was worse. This was pathetic loser. The kind of loser who could dodge magical attacks like a pro but couldn’t hold a conversation with a cute girl without combusting. Sure, she had the look. Tall, angular, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Her eyeliner game was consistently on point. She could smirk with the best of them. But none of it mattered the second she actually tried to flirt.
She’d open her mouth and it was all over. Just boom — dignity gone. Words tripping over each other like they were trying to escape her own brain. Girls looked at her like they weren’t sure whether to laugh or walk away slowly.
Flirting? A joke. Every attempt ended in awkward silences or something deeply regrettable falling out of her mouth. Once, she tried complimenting a girl’s eyeliner and ended up saying it looked like a bird had cried on her face. It was a look, sure, but not the one she meant.
Sabine laughed every time. That bitch lived for it. “You’ve got the presence of a god and the game of a wet napkin,” she’d said once, after watching Jay stammer through a conversation with some rider from Fort Pinta.
Jay had flipped her off, obviously. Then walked straight into a fence.
Sabine lived for Jay’s social pain. She’d sit back, arms folded, smirking like some gothic devil coach watching Jay crash and burn with every interaction. She offered no advice, of course. Only suffering. That was Sabine's love language.
She didn’t know what it was. Maybe she cared too much. Maybe she was cursed. Maybe Garnok had a twisted sense of humor and enjoyed watching her suffer. She could pretend it didn’t bother her. That she didn’t care that people didn’t take her seriously. That being the charming one among the Dark Riders was like being the funniest person in a coffin.
The truth was, it did bother her. Sometimes. On the quieter days.
And for some reason, the whole “cool bad girl” thing only worked when she was around the Soul Riders. And even then — even then — it wasn’t really working. Not the way she wanted.
Because there was one of them she couldn’t stop thinking about.
Linda.
Too smart for her own good. Too calm. Always looked like she was holding the universe in her hands and weighing it against a moral scale Jay didn’t know how to read. And God, did that terrify her.
Jay had never been around someone so… composed. So sure. Linda made her feel like she was about to say something dumb and important every time they were in the same room. Like she was going to accidentally confess something she wasn’t ready to know about herself.
Linda looked at her sometimes — not like Sabine did, or like Alex did, with suspicion or scorn — but like she was trying to understand her. Like Jay was a riddle she actually wanted to solve.
And Jay hated that.
Except she didn’t. Not even a little.
She’d tried to flirt once. A joke. A wink. Something.
And Jay? Well, she could pretend it didn’t bother her. That she didn’t care that people didn’t take her seriously. That being the charming one among the Dark Riders was like being the funniest person in a coffin.
But the truth was, it did bother her. Sometimes. On the quieter days.
Sure, she had the looks — lean and dangerous, like the end of a lit fuse. Sure, she had some charm — usually the kind that got her punched. But when it came to the Soul Riders? That whole too-good-for-this-world, power-of-light, friendship-is-magic crowd?
Jay didn’t know what the hell her problem was.
Why could she talk to anyone except them?
More specifically — why could she talk to Alex, or tease Lisa, or even mess with Anne when she showed up all icy and fragile — but choke like a broken spell the moment Linda turned those calm, intelligent eyes on her?
Linda was the worst. The absolute worst.
Not because she did anything. Oh no. That was the problem. Linda just existed — quiet, still, thoughtful — and Jay’s brain turned into mush. Something about her made Jay feel like a planet caught in orbit. Like gravity was personal now, and it wore glasses and knew more about ancient texts than anyone had a right to.
It wasn’t fair.
Jay had flirted with sorcerers, survived magical duels, had a scythe thrown at her one time — but Linda looked at her with soft concentration, and she forgot how to stand.
What kind of twisted karma was that?
Jay didn’t get it. She didn’t get her. But she couldn’t stop looking. Couldn’t stop trying to say the right thing. Couldn’t stop this stupid fluttering thing in her chest every time Linda said her name like it meant something.
Maybe it was a curse.
Or maybe, Jay thought grimly, leaning against a crumbling stone wall under the setting sun, you’re just a loser in love.
Jay took a deep breath before kicking off the crumbling wall outside Fort Maria.
The stone scraped against the back of her boots as she straightened, brushing dust off her sleeves like she hadn’t just been pacing back and forth like some lovesick idiot. Which she wasn’t. Obviously. She was there on a mission. For strategy. For intel.
Totally not because Linda had walked in twenty minutes ago, her soft green sweater swaying with every step like it wasn’t designed to ruin Jay’s entire mental stability.
Jay rolled her shoulders. Steeled herself.
“You’re being stupid,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair, trying not to notice how shaky it felt. “It’s just a puny little Soul Rider. Nothing special. Just a bookworm with a glowy destiny and really, really nice eyes.”
God. Fuck.
Why the fuck was she so nervous?
Jay had done worse things than this. They’d broken into sacred libraries, stolen from druids, insulted the literal spirit of Aideen once (by accident, but still). This should be nothing. They should be walking in there with her usual cocky smirk and a casual insult on her tongue, not… this.
Not heart flutters.
Not this twisting, sinking, floating mess in her chest that made her want Linda to notice her. To maybe talk to her like she wasn’t just some walking disaster with a tragic backstory and a demon supervisor.
Maybe if Linda looked at her the way she looked at runes — like Jay was something ancient and meaningful and worth decoding — maybe they’d finally stop feeling like their insides were at war with themselves.
Jay groaned and thunked her head lightly against the wall behind her.
She was losing it.
But this wasn’t about feelings. It wasn’t about… whatever soft, unholy ache had taken up residence in her ribs every time Linda was nearby.
This was recon. Strategy. A power play. They were going to walk in, be cool, be smooth, get the info, maybe toss out a few witty remarks that didn’t sound like a goblin choking on glitter, and leave.
Easy. Clean. Professional.
Jay let out one last breath — slow and steady — then pushed off the wall and stalked toward the entrance, trying to ignore the way their pulse quickened with every step.
Inside, the air was cooler. Dusty. Old magic clung to the walls like perfume and memory, but Jay barely noticed. She was already scanning the shadows.
And when their eyes landed on Linda — seated at one of the long tables, books spread out around her like wings, a thoughtful crease in her brow and a soft glow tracing the tips of her fingers as she worked — Jay felt it again.
That stupid flutter.
That gravitational pull.
They muttered under her breath.
“…I’m so fucked.”
Jay took a few slow steps forward, already regretting everything.
Linda hadn’t noticed them yet. She was deep in whatever text lay open on the table, fingers lightly brushing the page as if coaxing secrets from the paper. Her brow was furrowed in focus, lips parted slightly like she was just about to say something brilliant to no one in particular.
Jay should’ve walked away.
But instead, they cleared their throat.
Linda looked up — calm, unreadable, always that soft blend of precision and power.
Jay’s mouth went dry.
“Hey,” they said, trying to sound casual. It came out closer to a bark.
Linda blinked. “Hi?”
Neutral. Not hostile. Suspicious, maybe. That was fair.
Jay shoved their hands into their jacket pockets and leaned back against the nearest shelf. Or they tried to. They missed, caught the edge weird, and a dusty thump echoed into the silence.
Linda tilted her head. “Are you lost?”
“What? No. I’m not— I’m exactly where I meant to be.” Jay laughed, sharp and too loud. “I mean, I did take a wrong turn once. Into… your eyes.”
Silence.
Utter silence.
Jay immediately wanted to evaporate.
Linda stared, clearly unsure whether she’d just been threatened or flirted with. “...Was that supposed to be a line?”
Jay fumbled for a comeback, found absolutely nothing but regret and the sudden overwhelming heat of their own face. “Forget I said anything. I’m—uh. I was in the area. Thought I’d… check on what your little cult’s been up to lately.”
“Right.” Linda slowly closed her book, expression unreadable. “Because that’s something a loyal Garnok servant casually does. Checks in. Politely.”
“I’m unpredictable,” Jay offered. “It’s one of my many flaws.”
They were trying to smirk but it came out crooked, nervous. They hated this. They didn’t even know why they were doing this — standing here, trying to seem intimidating or charming or something that would make Linda look at them like they weren’t just an intruder in her perfect little world.
Their phone buzzed in their pocket.
They glanced down and swore under their breath.
[SABINE 🖤💀]
how’s the soul rider situation confessed your weird lil crush yet or nah
Jay didn’t answer. They shoved the phone deep in their jacket and looked back up — only to find Linda watching them with that subtle, analytical look she always had when she was about to win an argument.
“You came here just to see me, didn’t you?” she said quietly.
Jay stiffened. “What? No. No, I—”
Linda arched an eyebrow. “Don’t worry. I won’t report it to Sabine that you’ve gone soft.”
“I’m not soft.”
Linda smiled — faint, knowing. “Mmhmm.”
Jay turned, cursing softly as they walked away — fast, awkward, a full retreat.
Once they were out of the room and out of sight, they pulled out their phone and groaned.
[JAY 💀✨]
she knows i wanna die bury me w/ my dignity (rip)
Sabine replied instantly.
[SABINE 🖤💀]
u don’t have any dignity fine i’ll bury u next to ur shame LMAO
Jay typed back furiously.
[JAY 💀✨]
i hate her she’s insufferable i can’t stop thinking about her
And then, one more, sent before they could stop themselves:
[JAY 💀✨]
do u think she ever dreams about me too?
Jay didn't get any intel. fuck.
Linda didn't close the book until long after Jay left.
She sat still, staring at the place they’d stood — a haze of awkward energy and something else she couldn’t quite name. She told herself it was suspicion. That she was analyzing motives, threats, intentions. That she was being a Soul Rider, doing her duty.
But her fingers tapped anxiously at the edge of the page, betraying her.
What was that? Jay had looked like they were trying to flirt and break in at the same time. Their energy had been chaotic in the way a storm is — unpredictable, loud, and unsettling. And for some stupid reason, Linda couldn’t stop replaying the look on their face when she asked if they were lost.
They had looked... terrified.
She shook her head and reached for her journal — not the public-facing one she kept with her notes on magical disturbances and historical patterns. The other one. The one with her dreams.
The one she hid beneath her pillow.
She flipped through it slowly, pages already full of that same figure she kept dreaming about. Cloaked in shadows. Always half-turned. Close, but not near enough to touch. She’d been seeing them for months, sketching the curve of their shoulders, the defiance in their stance.
Last week, she’d written:
“The figure looked at me this time. Just a flicker. Their eyes weren’t cruel. Just… tired.”
And now?
Now she knew who those eyes belonged to.
Linda swallowed hard and grabbed a pen.
“Jay came to Fort Maria today. It wasn’t a dream.”
She hesitated, hovering the pen over the page, then continued.
“They tried to act like they were just snooping, but it was so clumsy it almost felt honest. Like they didn’t know how to be threatening around me. Or didn’t want to be.”
She paused again. Her stomach twisted.
“Why do I feel like they’re hiding something else entirely? Something even they don’t know how to name.”
She capped the pen and closed the book, resting her hand on top of it.
Jay was dangerous. Linda knew that. A dark rider, tangled in shadows and reckless magic, probably following some barely coherent plan that Sabine cooked up while twirling a dagger and laughing to herself.
But Jay wasn’t like the others.
They didn’t move like a soldier. They didn’t talk like someone who wanted to hurt her. They didn’t lie well.
And when they looked at her — really looked at her — it didn’t feel like an enemy trying to figure out how to strike.
It felt like someone looking for a reason to stay.
Linda exhaled slowly and leaned back, closing her eyes.
The worst part? The part she would never admit to anyone?
She kind of wanted to see them again.
Linda sighed and pushed back from the desk, the legs of her chair scraping lightly against the old stone floor. The air in Fort Maria was always cool, but something about it tonight felt different — heavy, like something was pressing in from the edges of her awareness. Like she’d stepped into the middle of a conversation she couldn’t quite hear.
Visions had been getting stranger lately.
Longer. Louder.
And now she thought it was Jay was showing up in them — not as a villain, not even as a warning. Just there. A presence. An ache. A question her magic kept asking and refusing to answer.
She walked through the aisle slowly, fingertips grazing the spines of the books as she scanned the shelves. The familiar scent of old parchment and dust wrapped around her like a blanket, grounding her. This place had always been her safe zone — cold, quiet, predictable.
But nothing felt predictable now.
Jay’s voice echoed in her head, distorted by memory:
“I’m exactly where I meant to be.”
Linda snorted quietly to herself. “You’re full of it,” she muttered under her breath.
Still, her heart stuttered.
She found the book she was looking for — a thick, battered volume titled Transcendent States and Shared Dreamscapes: Aetherial Theory and Reality. Heavy stuff, even for her. But if she was going to keep seeing Jay — in dreams and in reality — she needed to understand what it meant.
She pulled the book free and flipped it open, scanning the chapter list.
Chapter 3: Recurring Entities in Magical Visions Chapter 6: Emotional Signatures Across Planar Connections Chapter 9: The Uninvited Familiar — Soulmate Occurances in Visions
Her breath caught.
She turned quickly to Chapter 9.
“In rare cases, A soulmate can appear in the dreams or visions of the magically enhanced. When this occurs, there is nothing to destory or change the soulmate bond. They are bound forever, forced to revolve around one another in harmony. While some claim to be emotionally disruptive, a soulmate bond through the dreamworld can enhance one another power, creating powerful entities."
Linda snapped the book shut.
Emotionally disruptive.
Yeah. That sounded about right.
She should’ve told someone already. Alex, maybe. Or Elizabeth. But what could she even say?
“Hey, I think I might be dream-bonded to one of our sworn enemies, and also possibly have a complicated crush on them?”
Not exactly strategic intelligence.
She cradled the book in her arms and leaned against the shelf for a moment, staring blankly at the opposite wall. Her reflection shimmered faintly in the glass of a nearby cabinet, the rune lights flickering just enough to distort the edges.
Behind her reflection, for a second — just a blink — she swore she saw them. That shadowy figure from her dreams. Standing just behind her shoulder.
She spun.
Empty.
Only silence.
But her pulse was racing again, and her hands were gripping the book so tight the cover creaked.
“Get it together,” she whispered.
But part of her — the part ruled by intuition more than logic — already knew:
Jay was more than a dream. And this was more than just magic, but what if Linda didn't want it?
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ok ok ok. a post about josh, buck, and maddie at dispatch as promised. (and because i dont feel like writing a whole separate post or repeating myself etc, if im pointing something out as evidence for my autistic josh headcanon, it'll be in parenthesis like this) also this is long because im going basically line by line in some places so just be prepared for that and such.
the first thing i wanna say before anything else is that like... as far as how this conversation fits into the larger narrative, i was fairly disappointed, due to the way that including this scene like this is kinda implying that the racism was fine because of being closeted etc. HOWEVER. luckily for my sanity it is pretty clear that from a character perspective, that's not at all what's being said by josh himself here, and we can be pretty certain that he is not aware of tommy's past behaviors. in fact he has almost no facts or context about the situation, which i'll get into later.
now that the disclaimer is out of the way, im gonna move onto character analysis and will not be touching on what i think the narrative might have meant etc. any further. like this is going to be purely talking about character dynamics and dissecting the dialogue etc.
we start out right away by skipping all the exposition right into a hard cut of maddie reacting to the news that tommy and abby were engaged. LOVE this set up we get right into the important part quickly and we as the audience only have to hear information that is new to us, not the information being repeated back to the character for whom the information is new.
and oh maddie. i love you so bad. she's like DAMN thats crazy, and then makes the obvious turning people gay joke. her energy here is sooo like it didn't make sense until looking at it in retrospect, but she's shocked and invested yet not taking it very seriously as a concern for buck, because well, she's having a baby and this is objectively not that serious comparatively <3 but i do love that she sees buck's reaction and quickly reins it in and is like woah im kidding im not actually being homophobic holy smokes. which. it kinda still is a little. but i think she's allowed <3
and then... josh enters the scene. he apparently only walked in as buck was saying "-kissed a boy" so of course he had to be like huh? gay shit? something gay? boys?? what's going on over here? and i love that for him. and i love that maddie immediately is like oh hi bestie i catch u up to speed on the tea <3 the maddiejosh bestieism is so back we never lose <3 and that fact that she's like. feeding in the facts in a way to dramatically amp up the tale i love it. she really said man the things my baby brother gets himself caught up in are wild.... anyway <3 true sibling behavior is finding the perfect balance between being supportive and being so so annoying <3
and she is supportive still. like when it becomes clear that there's something deeper going on here she does try to help him work through it. and its so interesting to me the way she is sort of seriously contemplating his words and is shocked when josh not only speaks up but is being very serious and equally focused on the problem at hand. it's like... she's trying so hard to figure out how to help her brother with something she doesn't fully understand that having someone else speak up to help them kind of shocks her and boy does that say something about their lives and the buckley sibling dynamic!
side note, the way josh is jokingly like "she didn't bring her personal life to work, unlike SOME people" and maddie's little look of mock offense?? they're so cute i cant handle it.
i also really love how the shots are framed during this conversation. at first, even when she's not talking and is just listening to josh talk, maddie is still in frame, we're still getting her reaction, she's an active participant in what's going on. and then there is the one shot where she's talking and josh is out of frame, hidden by buck, because whatever reaction he might be having isn't important, it's a buckley sibling moment. (he's not an active participant at that point; he's entirely observing and reacting and gathering information, not dictating the direction of the conversation whatsoever.)
it's only when josh gets very serious and it starts to turn into a heart to heart moment just between him and buck that maddie is allowed to leave the frame. it still goes back to her in very brief cuts when her reaction is relevant, but she steps back out of focus and let's josh handle the conversation. and i love that so much. thank GOD someone else is helping buck sort out his problems that isn't his parentified sister or just generally someone more marginalized than him. it was kind of getting irritating to watch, as much as i love buck so much. like dude... the emotional labor. watch it.
and man. this conversation guys. everything about it makes me an insane crazy person. ive already mentioned this in the tags of some other posts but like... its so fascinating because on the surface it is such a cohesive conversation, but when you really break it down and analyze both of their expressions and body language alongside what they're saying, you can start to see the cracks in it. what one of them is saying is not what the other one is hearing, in both directions. they are having two different conversations and i think it's critical to analyze both of those conversations and how they are interacting with each other. what josh says, what josh hears, what buck says, and what buck hears are four entirely separate things happening alongside each other.
the first part is josh trying to get a sense for how serious this relationship is to buck. when buck falters at the question of "do you love him?", he elaborates with follow-up questions that, to josh, define "love" or close enough to it. answering "yes" to those questions is close enough to a "yes" to the question of "do you love him?".
(which. ok. the particular choice of questions makes me insane because they do essentially boil down to "do you prefer this person to solitude and grant them an equal or greater importance to yourself?" which is sooo... it's said from the point of view of someone who greatly values their solitude and would not easily grant someone that level of importance.)
unfortunately, well, buck is NOT someone who greatly values his solitude, and puts other people before himself quite easily. buck would answer "yes" to those questions for basically anyone. josh does not know or understand this about buck and takes buck's answers at face value, while buck is taking this as sort of... it's hard to explain, and i think others have done a better job of capturing buck's perspective already tbh. he's convincing himself that he loves tommy here because josh is unknowingly handing him that information and expectation, and buck loves to mold himself to fit an expectation etc.
and then comes the second part, which... i think this is where it is most critical to realize that josh has none of the context about tommy, abby, and buck and those respective relationships. by his own admission, he didn't really know much about abby or about her breakup with tommy beyond the fact that it was upsetting. he didn't hear the way tommy talked about abby to buck at dinner, and he definitely didn't get to see any of the real fallout and damage to her psyche that tommy leaving her caused.
but buck did! im not inclined to rewatch s1 to get any exact quotes or anything but from what i remember, she either outright said or implied that she was so heartbroken because tommy left her because of her mother's illness. buck is understandably very upset because he understands exactly what she went through and how, unless abby was lying to not out him, he didn't exactly come clean with the breakup, and left her feeling like it was her fault, like there was something wrong with her or she was being weighed down by caring for her mother. he calls tommy's behavior exactly what it is: dishonest and cruel.
but josh doesn't know this. all he is hearing is a young, freshly out bisexual calling a gay man "dishonest and cruel" for having been engaged to a woman for his own protection. and he responds exactly how you'd expect! he reminds him of queer history and the fact that he doesn't really have a right to judge the people who grew up and had to survive in a world that was much less safe to come out in.
(and i said in my other post that's still doing numbers that "pre-Glee/post-Glee" is an actual queer discourse talking point and makes sense that it'd be used here, as awkward and cheesy as it seems, but it's also a win for my television/film/popular media/hollywood culture/etc. as a special interest headcanon. <3 we love to see it)
and it kills me because of course buck is just going to take this at face value and decide he needs to stop feeling the discomfort he's feeling, leading to the subsequent doubling down and over committing that is typical of his unhealthy relationship patterns.
(and then at the end of the speech josh has to literally announce that he's leaving DSJFHJKDSKJ. because walking away/ending conversations is so awkward and difficult and the easiest way to mitigate that is to lean into the Dramatic Homosexual Stereotype mask or whatever <3 i've long been of the opinion that josh is someone who uses the behaviors associated with queer men and queer masculinity as the blueprint for his neurotypical mask, which is why he often comes across as being just a little bit off from the Funny and Bitchy Gay vibes that it seems like he's going for. and boy did his exit from this scene just reinforce that headcanon so hard!)
they wrap the scene with a little bit more levity too which is kind of nice to like. move on from that. because it got kind of heavy there for a second.
overall i do like what this scene accomplished, but like i said at the start, i think it has some really unfortunate implications that weigh it down for me. still, always nice to get more josh content, especially when it's pretty consistent with his character as established AND not at all related to doing his job. we got to see him and maddie being goofy and maddie being allowed to let someone else deal with buck's problems for a second. and the whole thing was very well shot! excellent camera work going on throughout.
i don't actually know how to end this post so yknow. im gonna make a dramatic exit now or whatever <3
#my posts#911 spoilers#911 meta#911 abc#911 season 8#911 season 8 spoilers#josh russo#maddie han#evan buck buckley#long post#media analysis#dispatch#anti bucktommy#i didnt go into bucks pov too much bc ive already seen a lot of good meta about that so i didnt feel i had much to add to the conversation#there were no serious meta/analysis breakdowns about josh's pov coming across my dash yet though so of course yall have to deal with mine <
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I FINALLY CAUGHT UP TO THE UPDATE FOR BOOK 7 AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED WITH HOW MUCH I ENJOYED IT
***SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 JPN SERVER AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!***
***ALSO SLIGHTLY LONG POST AHEAD! MY APOLOGIES!***

UM CAN I MENTION HOW HARD I LAUGHED WHEN SILVER WAS TELLING THE STORY ABOUT FLOYD GRABBING RIDDLE'S HAIR TO SEE IF IT WAS HOT?!
AND JADE HYSTERICALLY LAUGHING WHILE AZUL IGNORES THEM!!!!
If they ever animate that scene, I'm gonna hurl from seeing Floyd just being catapulted off screen and Jade enjoying himself 😂
Floyd being so bored of his dream and just him swaying like the seaweed was freakin hysterical 😂
It just reminded me of this for some reason:
I mean it makes sense since Floyd is always up for a challenge and isn't afraid of basically anything, so of course Malleus's vision for Floyd's dream wasn't going to be very exciting
ALSO WE CAN TALK ABOUT FLOYD HAD THE BALLS TO FIGHT MALLEUS, LEONA AND EVEN FUCKING CATER?! CATER WIPED THE FLOOR FIGHTING FLOYD BUT I WASN'T EXPECTING CATER TO KICK ASS
HELL YES CATER!!
.......And then we jump into Jade's dream...
....The moment I saw how Jade imagined both Azul and Floyd...

AND THEN SOMEONE POSTED THIS ON TWITTER AND I ABSOLUTELY LOST IT

JADE BY FAR IS THE MOST HYSTERICAL CHARACTER IN TWST AND I CAN'T BELIEVE FLOYD HAD TO SEE HIS DOOFY LOOKING FACE LIKE THAT
I don't blame Floyd for duking it out with Jade I would feel the same if thats how my siblings imagined me lol
And finally, Azul's dream!!
First of all, AZUL WAS SOMETHING ELSE DURING HIS DREAMS
Azul being a coral rush player?! AND KINDA BEING JOCKY?! I wasn’t prepared for that! 😂
(special shoutout to Idia for throwing shade at his first image of a cocky player, that was 👌🏻)

JADE JUST GRABBING POOR IDIA'S TABLET AND GETTING AZUL'S SIGNATURE ON IT 😂👏🏻👏🏻
AND IDIA JUST SLOWING MOVING OFF TO THE SIDE THIS POOR GUY HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH 😂
When the mermaids started harassing everyone and knocked us over, I WASNT READY FOR AZUL TO CARE WHEN WE GOT HIT

I WAS A FREAKING MESS IM SO DELUSIONAL AND I KNOW HE'S NOT ALWAYS NICE BUT AHHHHHHHH HE WAS SO CUTE HERE (Ignore me I'm delusional and I've missed Azul so much 🥺❤️)
It was so bizarre to see Azul playing a jocky player and being popular in school, but once Idia explained that any negative moments or lessons Azul had to face (bullying, losing the contracts) were no longer a thought because of it only being a dream with no negative emotions
It’s still mind boggling how detailed everyone’s dreams are but terrifying like damn Malleus has so much power and yet he can juggle so many of them
After Azul invited us to the party and was INCREDIBLY NICE for someone like him, and Idia got suss:

I knew something was up, especially after he made everyone wear the anenomes for the party AND GRIM SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER HE WENT THROUGH THIS BEFORE WHY DID HE BELIEVE THIS
Floyd and Jade bouncing off Azul being a bully was soooo worth it
It's kinda scary how I preferred the old Azul, considering he wasn't a cocky jock straight from a manga/book ICK ICK ICK
AND THEN AFTER AZUL FELL INTO THE BLOT, HE WAS A PAIN IN THE BUTT TO CORNER I WAS SO IMPRESSED WITH THE PLANNING AND HOW WE HELPED DESTROY THE CONTRACTS ONCE AGAIN
But this devastated me 😭

It still must've felt pretty shitty having to go through that again, but I started to cry I'm just so happy Azul woke up from his dream 😭❤️❤️❤️
Azul's battle with himself! *chefs kiss* I love how they reference it similar to the battle from The Little Mermaid and how Azul's blot form began to grow
But let me tell you something:

I WOULD DIE IF I COULD FRAME THIS!! JUST SEEING THE GLOWING EYE AND AZUL DOING THIS POSE! PERFECTION!!!
ITS SO GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK AZUL!!!❤️
This chapter was such a fun trip, and I'm so glad we're slowly getting closer to releasing everyone from their dreams
BUT ONE LAST THING! TWST INTENTIONALLY DID THIS TO HURT MY FEELINGS!

HOOOOOWWWWW DARE TWST FOR SHOVING THIS IN MY FACE I WANT MY BEST FRIENDS BACK SO BADLY AND THE FACT THAT THEY DO THIS CONSTANTLY AND ALSO GRIM BRINGING THEM UP IS JUST AWFUL
I MISS THEM SO MUCH I NEED TO SEE THEM AGAIN
NEXT UP, SAVANACLAW!! (RUGGIE I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH!!)
Enjoy the weekend~~!!!❤️
(Screenshots from https://youtube.com/@gasmask01?si=lpin67yaOvHDdg_c )
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Theoretics of Bisexual Lighting
Background: The Dean rents out a gaudy hotel venue for a Greendale faculty only dance and NOTHING ELSE THIS WAS ALWAYS HIS PLAN (lying). Its all nicely decorated and he even got some LED lighting, specifically bisexual lighting, which is pointed out by Abed. A-Plot: Troy and Abed decide to go together as each others platonic dates, but the atmosphere gets Troy REALLY thinking about his and Abed's relationship. (More under the cut)
He looks back and sees that for the past 6+ years he has always been with him, save the rare moments they fought. Troy starts to think about spending the rest of his life with Abed, but the thing is he doesn't want to stress Abed out with anything romantic, he doesn't even know if this feeling IS romance, but he also doesn't think its platonic. Abed notices Troy is avoiding talking to him and asks if he wants to go, but Troy says nothings wrong. Throughout the night Troy gets more and more caught up in trying to categorizes his feelings of Abed into romantic or platonic or even familial. Later on in the night Troy confess he loves Abed and wants to kiss and all that with him but still doesn't know what he wants call it, and Abed's just kinda like 'I mean we could make something up, just for us', which helps Troy a LOT and yeah they kiss under the bisexual lighting and to the song 'Somewhere out there' by Linda Ronstadt :] B-Plot: Jeff and Duncan, the night before, decide to stay the night at the hotel to treat themselves, in separate rooms. HOWEVER, the hotel had a system glitch so Duncan's booked room was given to someone else. Jeff lets him stay in his room. That room happens to be a 'Honeymoon suite' because Jeff wanted to treat himself okay? So first off, they take a name in the middle of the day because the room situation kept them up until late in the night, but someone forgot to set an alarm and they end up missing one hour of the dance. THEN Jeff takes an inordinate amount of time in the shower, missing 30 more minutes of the dance. After THAT Duncan can't find the suit top he was going to wear, only realizing he forgot it at home, which loses them another hour. and after more comedic shenanigans ('dont you dare wear that tie, I am NOT matching with you' 'its the only one I brought Ian.' 'idc'), end up missing 4 hours of the dance, Jeff tries to go down without him- he really doesn't know why he didn't while he was looking for the jacket- but the lock on the door breaks and they're locked in and instead of yknow, calling the front desk, they argue about it. Duncan's like 'Why the hell didnt you just go without me?' and Jeffs like 'maybe I like being around you??' and Ians like 'bullshit, you started ignoring me after I didnt get you the test answers' Jeff is all like 'jesus christ, I know I sucked back then but MAYBE im a different person now and want to actually put in effort to be friends again' and Ians like 'Well-' but his ankle does that thing where it just twists while he's pacing around and he falls HARD into the lighting system of the room and, through the divine power of comedy tropes, turns on the Honeymoon Suite bisexual lighting and jazz music. Jeff goes over to him to check if he's okay and yknow after a heart to heart like that (pretend the dialogue was more emotional Im not good at writing emotional dialogue), emotions are racing and they are looking into eachothers eyes all deep and shit and and gay kiss and make out for the first time. First time SOBER, that is C-Plot: Annie meets one of the caterer girls and she tries so hard to get her number because hoooolllly shit she was so pretty omg. She embarrasses herself a lot and at some point just walks away to the bathroom to cry. Britta finds her and is like 'girl you dont have to bust your ass for anyone just go and ask the world wont explode i prommy' and so Annie works up the courage, goes over shaking and lands the girls number. :]
Extra: The dean rented the venue originally for a furcon but that fell thorough and it was a LOT of money to just waste.
#nbc community#mod grim#annie edison#jeff winger#ian duncan#abed nadir#troy barnes#trobed#jeffduncan
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hiii I want to know more about appindex 👉👈
what is his relationship like with the other party members?
How easily does she trust other people?
If they are stressed or upset is there a thing/place/action that is comforting to him?
also anything else you want to share?
(I LOVE her design by the way, their appearance immediately caught my attention. Love your use of color too)
sorry this took me so long i swear when i saw this ask i started squealinf abd looking like this

gonna put it under a read more since um im gonna assume this will get really long lol
disclaimer im gonna straight spill my thoughts sorry if things stop making sense
i made a small comic just for the first question but tumblr doesnt like it for some reason and it prevents it from showing up unless you go directly to my blog :<
anyways i think overall appindex is like a mother of at least 6. companions come to them in the middle of the night like "i frew up :(" that typa thing
since family/clan n loyalty is very important to dragonborn and appindex just lost theirs before being abducted they are very quick to attach to these losers
i think while appin is not under the control of any god, lord, devil, etc they've created a personal hell of his own bc he tries to bear all responsibilities and burdens of those around him bc he's scared of failing and losing too much again. or all he has left really. that can make them kind of overbearing and it would be annoying if like the main companions didn't have issues and lowkey liked the attention.
what does get annoying is that it comes off as appindex not trusting their companions to do any heavy lifting but that improves in like act 2-3 especially since that's around the part the tav is expected to save baldurs gate. and the world like that's way too much weight for appin to carry on their own without breaking so atp they don't really have a choice but to let their companions share some of that albeit verrrry reluctantly
slightly more specific relations ---
shadowheart: shart is the first appin gets close to even if shes older i like to think she's like a little sister to appindex anyways <3 i should just show screenshots of the epilogue conversation bc it feels so fitting. probably one of the only companions to recognize appin's exhaustion and nag her
karlach: close in a years long tumblr mutual type intimacy way. "i'd let my mutuals come inside idc" type relationship. they occasionally sleep and cuddle naked. as good friends do. it's nice having someone they could rely on for literal heavy lifting and hitting bc in appin's eyes the rest of his companions are made of sticks and paper, save for lae'zel. girls who rip off heads with their bare hands and paint their nails in the blood :3
astarion: i do not know how to explain their relationship early on bc it fluctuates in my head. obviously irritated by how appin stops to help anyone and everyone especially since most of those people in act 1 are parents and children. appindex definitely laughs at his lame ass "seduction" bc it's pretty see through; it becomes less about seducing and just aiming making them laugh. appin probably said "im proud of you" at some point and it got to his head now he's vying for their attention and validation (get in line). my white hollow boned elf i'd probably give my organs to if he asked - appin
i think appindex is the more mature one, mentally and emotionally, especially since dragonborn develop and mature much earlier than elves do and i feel like dying young and being under cazador's control stunted astarions own maturity a bit. the result is appindex treating him like a child sometimes; not trusting him to do a number of things, scolding him,"dont treating me like a child" "dont act like one" etc etc. i think at some point he just does it and wears on appindex's extensive patience on purpose because he's a little freak like that :/. appin does not think its cute
ok no more of them next question
i think appindex is pretty trusting in a way. if they feel like they have no reason to feel threatened by someone they'll have their trust but that doesn't mean it can't be lost ofc. which is why they trust laezel and astarion so easily. why would they be scared of a tiny white elf who can't even get them to knife point (he failed that).
he does struggle to trust others to do things for them though, if he were ever to be out of commission or on the verge of it it would be like pulling teeth to try and get him to let someone else lead temporarily.
appin holds onto a piece of kednyr's old blanket bc it still smells like her :thumbs_up: karlach gives her a teddy bear with that piece attached to it as a gift. astarion may have helped but he will not confirm
extra notes ermm appin lived in the upper city, not a patriar or a servant, they just co-run an expensive smithy there.
as a passionate blacksmith (and someone who wants to become an artificer) appin is really intrigued by karlach's engine and wishes they could collaborate with dammon on how to fix it or make her a new one entirely
to add onto that he's extremely fascinated by the grymforge in the underdark its like a theme park to him. it is their nerdiest point in the storyline
they can stay underwater for a good period of time; an hour is their highest time
andd she has a prosthetic leg around age 40-45 sorry this got so long . this things in my head 24/7 rn i tried to omit some things to make it shorter but oh well
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Kicking down the door not to talk about the magic man but the deadman himself.
I- I adore how you wrote aether! He’s so straight forward and to the point that I think even the most dense reader would be able to put it together. And the fact this man held a flame for reader for FIVE whole nations? Wild, look at the pining and adoration of this man. He was in Fontaine and came all the way to mondstat JUST to be taken care of by what was at the time his crush (since there was no accepting yet). The guts of this man.
But also like- the vulnerability of him asking reader to stay. He already lost his sister right in front of him. Of course he doesn’t want to lose someone else. And ‘I’m staying for you?’ Sushdyrheus- my heart. It gone.
The fact that reader’s reasoning as well to not accept due to the fact that the traveler is gonna just leave one day also makes so much sense. Maybe I’m just bad at finding them but I don’t see that touched often. Man travels to different worlds, the only reason he met reader was because he is stuck in Teyvat. I can absolutely see the logic.
Of course, that only makes the fact that aether would stay just for the reader all the sweeter. Man would give up his old way of life for love.
-deadman aether
YES OH MY GOD i want to point out the "the only reason aether met reader was because he got stuck in teyvat" !!! that was what started that little fic. im not sure but i think this is the first time the twins got trapped in a world and to me that gave aether the perspective of exploring a world without the intention of leaving right away. and that kinda opened up his view on having feelings for someone in that world (ahem mc) with the intention of staying this time!!! im surprised u caught that one and pointed it out
and tysm <333 i love writing aether like this bc to me its so very much canon. we see glimpses of his personality through ingame dialogue and his voicelines w paimon -- and i take advantage of those all the time. to me he has such an AMAZING personality in a way that seems like he's so done all the time. and do u guys know the amount of flirting aether/lumine do to npcs?? ... bro. i cant find the one im thinking of atm but every time they do it i crack up so hard
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hello hello! if u ever do decide to get more into prime defenders, the first seven episodes are a little iffy but i can attest to it getting better (WAY WAY better) after that, and apparently season 2 is even better. so it might be worth getting into at some point if ur interested ^^
also would HIGHLY recommend blood in the bayou if u like horror because. my god it’s my favorite campaign BY A LOT which is saying something cuz i love all the campaigns i’ve listened to so much, but blood in the bayou hits different. it’s run by charlie, very horror based with a really cool premise that charlie executed fantastically, and it’s only got four episodes ^^
either way i’ve finally caught up w riptide and can finally go through your art for it and oh boy it’s literally so so so cool i’m losing my mind, i love how you draw la alma he is so friend shaped
i hope you’re having a great day, and be sure to Just Roll With It! (<- very funny yet incredibly subtle reference. i’m so tired)
hehehhehe i love the reference >:)c always hear it in grizzly's voice in my head ("and just roll with it baybee!!") and also waaa thank you, i love drawing la alma <3 kitty <3 need to draw more of him, but also there's so many cool npc's that i also want to draw aughh not enough hours in a day smh i need twice as much, maybe thrice.....
about other campaigns!
i think someone said in the tags (or replies, don't remember) under my post that first 7 episodes of pd were kinda eh, and it did feel like the first episodes were less serious and less engaging. like, literally my favorite characters after watching them are tide and wavelength, which is like???? one of them barely talked even. but i do believe that it gets better, i saw some of the art and it looks amazing and super interesting!
blood in the bayou. im so absolutely INSANE about. charlie as a dm is SO fucking good im kicking screaming and crying im not normal. everything from the voices he does to the way he explains things and creates atmosphere to the way he treats players and characters augghhbhhbbbbb words cannot explain how much i love it. i LOVE blood in the bayou, its literally perfect in every aspect. the setting, the game, the art (dont get me started on the art), augh augh augh augh--
both of them (and apotheosis!!!) are on patreon tho, which i sadly don't have access to, no matter how bad i want to watch them or to know what happens next. don't want to get into politics much, but. its not that i don't have 10 dollars or however much the lowest tear is, patreon just doesn't work where i live. same as spotify, paypal, steam, and all the other payed services. vpn works for twitter, instagram, ao3, tiktok, but everything that includes banks and dealing with money and paperwork doesn't get fixed by just changing connection unfortunately. it has its benefits, i don't get ads on youtube or twitch, but everything else sucks. and atm the only real way to deal with it is move to another country... (which sounds pretty good, ngl)
#yagotalk#also fun fact. had to watch bitb with a vpn. it literally got censored for how good it was-- or for the amount of drugs mentioned... whoops
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Hello hi hi it's the Percy/Sirius anon backk
I had to take a break from tumblr lol but I'm back now :)
Lately I haven't been writing much, feeling a little unmotivated for the ship rn ; - ; (totally have not been busy writing a James Potter/Percy Weasley fic with multiple POV's including Harry who is Not Happy with this asdfghj)
but anyway to your thing about omegaverse and control, for the purposes of the story it's not flat out sex pollen approach but yeah, pretty uncontrollable lol, which is fun to write sometimes :p
The most dubcon I think (I think) is the wedding night. So my approach is; Sirius has issues with control, with feeling like he has it, anxiety over losing it ect, but sex has always been the thing to make him feel calm, in his lane yk? So he kinda slips into his "role" during their wedding night while Percy is just there like "hello this is weird and I didn't know half this stuff existed why does this feel nice and why is everything so embarrassing literally kill me"
I'm trying to go for a Percy is very overwhelmed thing. Also! Idk if I've mentioned that they are in an arranged marriage because their ancestors had an agreement (before the Weasley's became known as blood traitors) that one Weasley omega was owed to a Black alpha (yeah, omegas really were treated like property back then haha) now originally I thought okay, percy would have to enter the agreement as soon as he's of age but I just. Ick. I just couldn't do it. It felt gross. I know it's not much better but Percy will be almost 19 at the time of his marriage instead because idk, consenting adult. Might bump it up to 20 tho. Thoughts?
On scents, I love the idea of scenting, as like a platonic or sexual thing. I just find it very intimate, very fun :) but I have no idea how to describe scents T^T like what does it smell like?? Can you describe someones scent as the scent of something else?? Maybe I'm overthinking lol
Also I only caught the typo on the snippet I sent as I sent it T^T "dragged a hard through his hair" lmaooo
Wb!!
also that is so valid I've been working on like seven things at once lately so i get you also neat rip Harry he really would hate that askdfjfads that's so fun
also hell yeah that sounds very fun for it a bit of a mid level of control nice nice
also Yeah Omega's being promised even before their birth is always an easy and fun set up
oh noo sdkjfklsd poor guys are just both suffering
overwhelmed Percy is always a vibe and rip Sirius his brain was like "this will relax you" but it was a lie he's now even more stressed
also yeah thats fair my thoughts are basic but i think you should do whatever makes you comfortable if you think you need to age him up you should age him up if you feel fine where he is you should leave him where he is
im so so not the best person to ask on that because ages in fiction just don't tend to ick me much and never have
like unless its really really outrageous i'm just like hmm alright this does not bother me in the slightest
like to me "of age" just is adult?
unless you mean like "of age" in a in-universe way where its the presentation age(in a lot of fics being like puberty age so early teens) in which case i can see what you mean about an expectation from those around them to jump into the relationship but also how you would be icked by it so yeah fair decision
but like i don't really think thats what you meant dkfjsdlf
IDK i'll be honest i just assumed it would be expected to happen as soon as Percy graduated so he'd be like 17 (since he only turns 17 a week or two before starting his 7th year)
But again you should do what makes you comfortable you can always hand wave anything with just "it being how things are done" or "Sirius was throwing a fit and was able to get it pushed back this much but he can't run forever"
for the whole scent thing
this might sound weird but i would just find a perfume/cologne you think works for the character and just steal the scent notes
like obv you can't say like
"She smelled so sweet, like Bath and Body Work Buttercups & Berry Bellini"
but you can just ignore the name and use the notes to just take and change as you see fit that makes it like sound pretty
like for that scent the notes are strawberry purée, buttercup flowers and bubbly prosecco
"She smelled so sweet, like a strawberry wine and freshly picked buttercups."
is that the same?
no but i think it works better then trying to make Prosecco fit if that makes sense
though you could always replace prosecco with like honeysuckle since according to google prosecco smells like honeysuckle
a more masc example is Like Freshwater - Italian bergamot, mountain spring water and oak moss
which again you can take and pick as you please but it gives an easy starting point maybe? and gives you a scent in your head if you have it with you
"He always smelled like the air after rainfall. With hints of bergamot from his tea and the oak of his wand it always made him feel like home."
or uh something like that idk
tbh most people only smell like person but in something like omegaverse you can be more creative with that like they don't have to just smell musky
I don't know how well this works in practice because i haven't really explained scents much in fic but it popped in my head when i read this so i think it could work as a method with some tweaking
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HONESTY HOUR!!!!!!!! (or hours, if you're me ;;;;;;)
since i have no personal 'caught in the rain' moments to talk about im gonna turn the question on you!!!! any particular memorable ones you feel like sharing??
also i've been trying to think about something juicy to ask but the only thing my mind could came up with is to talk about BL actors you have a crush on, if there are any!!!!
hours indeed, I'm two days late 😂💓 and I'm figuring things out as I go so it's a yapping session with gifs, enjoy 😙
i do have a few but one that always sticks out to me was one summer (or was it late spring?) my best friend and i were doing some shopping at the city centre and this rain started pouring, ive never felt anything like it. we had no umbrellas, we were carrying stuff and we walked (maybe kinda ran too lol) a great distance to the subway station; drenched rat doesn't begin to cover it, the rain curtain was thick, it was coming down fast and it seemed like it'd never stop.. I don't think I have any photos or videos from that day, i don't remember it all too well and her and I don't talk anymore but i think I remember it accurately enough. i loved it. it's happened a lot and I still don't carry an umbrella, some lessons are harder to learn
crushes..hahah see, so many years as a young woman and a girl, a romantic and a romcom truther and yet I don't really know the definition of a crush. when it comes to celebrities, I actively avoid feeling like that for them? nothing bad about celebrity crushes but you can blame it on my ocd symptoms [too much to explain]; i do fangirl about them and jokingly think up scenarios (I used to be a y/n fic reader lmao and im loud and proud about it!!) but it's just innocent stuff
I'd say the bl actors i have somewhat of a crush on (by how I understand it) are pond and joong; i find a lot of guys attractive but I don't know much about them like sea, boun or tay
ohhh anderson cheng who plays mark in love is science? is smth else for me
but it could be the character okay, i don't know anderson like that except for a few lives with lin yu😂
I had somewhat of a crush on yibo too but he done fucked up recently so.
OH JIWOONG
DUH
jiwoong is a mystery to me and im just happy when he's happy
also seoham and jaechan in different ways lol
kim sunghyun exuded so much charm as jinwoo I couldn't not fall for him a bit
^like maybe that should be me. js.
yu is stunning any time I see him
he had me crazy about zhou shu yi, soo handsome when he's angry and even more when in love (seeing a man cry whether in character or not bonds you to him idk what to say)
now for the jbls... it's gonna take a bit
meguro ren had me in a chokehold for a while
so did yagi yusei
sato yusuke had me all glued to the screen as well
obviously kimura tatsunari
(happy second anniversary ofc!)
inaba yuuuu
yamanaka jyutaro (I've now hit the ten image limit so that's the blond photographer dude from ameiro paradox); suzuki kousuke (jack o'frost and takara kun to amagi kun); nomura kota (perfect propose) but!
the ones I actually know more about are kouhei and acchan since I used to tune in for their insta lives and kouhei is just so 🥰🥰🥰 that's segasaki from taikan yoho
and currently losing it a bit with the mains of 25 ji akasaka de, niihara taisuke and komagine kiita
I think the reason I just go for "dudes I don't know outside of their role but are handsome af" for japanese bls and "I need to know him better" for thai bls is because of how much content there is of the actors interacting with their on screen partners. plus it's much less likely I see stuff about japanese actors on my dash whereas random interviews and show bits come up constantly with not only gmm dudes but guys from other companies as well. it feels like I get to know about thai actors without putting that much effort in but with those from other countries I'd have to go out of my way so it'd be harder to list someone close to the definition of a crush, you know.
I am very tired so this is a mess, most of this doesn't even need to be written down but I hope you get to read it as a relaxing nonsense list the way it's intended haha
#petri replies#ask game#ppg#nah this reply is ridiculous i even put guys i dont have a crush on currently cause i wanted to share the eye candy
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