#i know he doesn't really want to write for the show but there's something so special abt how early sunny was an actor's sandbox

[w2soneshots]

i’ve can’t stop thinking about an idea i have in my head, is it possible for a george fic but and if your are missing your family and getting really upset and george comes to comfort you?? in inside btw!!

Cameras off -George clarkey

words: 0.6k+

warnings: angst/comfort.

notes: thank you for the idea girly, this is cuteee! I did write it as a shorter blurb since I’ve already done one INside fic (though it ended up being a little longer than expected)😌🫶🏼. Enjoy!!💘

The group sat in the living room, now not as many as the beginning of the week but it was still loud. Your head ached as PK started shouting -unintentionally- about something you weren't paying attention to, though in that moment it was the last thing you needed.

You got up without a word and took yourself into the makeup room, where all of the girls get ready in the morning. Sitting on a stool, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your emotions as the thoughts in your mind started to consume you.

"Hey?" A hand on your back startled you, causing you to jump slightly. "Sorry, you okay?" George asked quietly, a softness to his voice that you hadn't heard before.

You nodded, not fully trusting your voice. "Do you wanna go outside? The team will let you if you need a second." He was being so sweet and it was just making it harder for you to hold your tears back.

"Yeah, can you come with me?" You asked, without thinking. They usually didn't let two people go outside at once, to avoid interesting conversations not being filmed.

"y/n and George to room nineteen," the intercom voice spoke before you could say another word. You looked at each other. "Come on." He reached his hand out for you to take once he'd stood up. You took it and he lead you to room nineteen, everyone else still sat chatting away in the main area.

One of the welfare people stood outside the door once you entered the hallway. "Hi," the kind woman began, "Tobi saw some of your conversation, if you need to you can go outside with George. They won't show any of this if you don't want them too."

You let out a slight breath of relief. "That'd be great," you replied quietly. "Okay," she nodded, "follow me." She lead you and George to the private terrace then checked you were okay one last time before telling you to take as long as you needed.

The both of you sat on the outdoor sofa they had and you breathed in the fresh air. "So, what ails you?" He asked in a doctory voice, lightning the mood. "Just- I'm just overwhelmed I think. There's no peace and I like my alone time, you know?" You looked to him.

"I completely get that," he reassured you, "there's a lot of big personalities. Plus, being filmed constantly doesn't help the situation." You nodded, looking down at your lap then you spoke again, "it's also so awful not knowing what's going on outside, like if everyone's okay." A tear slipped down your cheek.

George felt for you and he was feeling the exact same. He shuffled closer to you and slowly put his hand on your knee. "Want a hug?" "Yeah," you whispered tearfully before leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and after a few silent sobs you calmed.

"Sorry," you mumbled as you pulled away, wiping the few tears you'd left on his hoodie. "Don't worry about it. Feel better?" He kept his voice soft and calm as he spoke. "Much, thanks for being my therapist," you smiled as you tried to make yourself look normal and like you'd not been crying.

After a few more minutes of quiet you felt ready to go back into the house. Just before you opened the door you went to kiss George on the cheek -to say thank you- but he turned and you ended up kissing his lips. "Oh- that- oops." You both burst out laughing, nether of you were mad about the kiss.

The last few days you spent most of your time together, wether it was sat next to each other on the couch, switching beds so that you slept in the corner next to his or him spending his morning at the makeup table talking to you while you got ready.

You fancied George and he fancied you, so when you finally got out of the house and he asked you out obviously you said yes.

[lover-of-mine]

Welcome to a guide to all basketball references around Buck's character so far written by the crazy color theory girlie who happens to be a former basketball player and might get too excited writing this!

Okay, first time we encounter a basketball in Buck's journey is actually in 301. The ball is there when Eddie drops Chris off but we do not get an angle of that table in 303, so it's unclear if it's still there.

But I can tell you it's no longer there the next time we see that table. And pretty much every other time we are in that area.

So the ball is only there for the beginning of Buck figuring out he loves Chris like a parent, not enough to create a pattern, BUT, it is the beginning of a major arc for Buck. So something to look out for.

The next time basketball comes up in relation to Buck doesn't really involve Buck. It is during 404 when Chim and Albert are discussing the Daniel secret and the way Buck is unaware of this big secret that shaped his whole life. In the episode he finds that out. So, look, another major event in Buck's life having basketball smacked in the middle.

Once is an instance, twice is a coincidence, so let's keep going.

Next time we see a basketball is in 608. When Buck is babysitting Jee while madney house-hunts.

608 is not a particularly eventful episode for Buck, but the house-hunting leads to the Buckley visiting, which ends up being a key part of his coma dream, a bit of a stretch, but I'll keep it here for further consideration.

Then we get to 704. 608 might be a stretch, but this sure ain't. So basketballs seem to be tied world-altering arcs beginning for Buck somehow.

704 first references basketball when Buck mentions the pickup basketball game Eddie is going to with Tommy. That's not the beginning of Buck's jealousy, but it is the first time he says he's upset he's being "excluded" even tho Eddie keeps inviting him. But that is what starts Buck's escalation.

Which then leads us to the scene everyone misunderstood.

We still don't know who Eddie was talking to, since who is talking to is fully irrelevant, but it is kinda funny that Buck is desperately trying to get Eddie's attention.

The thing here is that the dialogue "I was thinking we should, we should get a hoop, huh?" is easy to misinterpret as Buck trying to invite himself to the game and not knowing the proper language for it, since "shoot some hoops" is a casual way to invite someone to play basketball. But we establish that Buck has a standing invitation, he just keeps saying no because he doesn't like it. He hates in fact, as stated twice in the show. Buck wants to get an actual hoop for the station so that Eddie doesn't have to go with Tommy to play it. Buck already has a ball, we saw it in the loft twice. He got a ball for the station and he wants to add a hoop to the recreational area of the station. They have pool tables, and ping pong tables, and the gym, not that far fetched to have a hoop too.

But that does not work in getting Eddie's attention, so Buck decides to ask Chim to go to the game with him, so he won't just show up.

That leads us to the actual basketball game.

I think the actual game is choreographed in a very fun way. Buck is getting really frustrated, but for me, it has 3 key points.

Buck slamming into Tommy.

This line.

And Buck slamming into Eddie. (I'm not gonna add a gif, I don't like to look at that particular event)

The thing that's interesting that Buck slamming into Tommy, is that Tommy doesn't move. Buck gets all the impact. It adds to the way Tommy is unbending. Tommy is not presented to us as someone who compromises, and that makes that visual of Buck ricocheting from his chest something that catches my eye. I feel like even 811 adds to it, because he only decided to come back when he thought that he had won by default.

"You ain't getting past me" is just one of the many crazy wording lines we've gotten since s7 started. It is true within the context of the scene, Buck in fact loses possession of the ball to Eddie, so he doesn't get past him, but in the overall picture of their relationship, there is no getting past Eddie for Buck. Eddie is it. And Buck can pout, and lie, and distract himself, and pretend to be fine all he wants, he can't fill Eddie's space in his life with something else.

Obviously, we then have the too aggressive block that makes them believe Buck broke Eddie('s leg). This part is interesting because it takes Buck a while to react. This is a person who clawed at the dirt for Eddie, who ran into gunfire for Eddie. The fact that he freezes says a lot. His emotions get away from him and his immediate reaction is to hide. He only reacts when they determine that Eddie's leg might, in fact, be broken and he offers to be the one to drive him, but he doesn't push once Tommy tells him not to. He gives into the instinct to hide. And that ultimately is the thing that triggers the biggest change in Buck's character arc, the bisexuality once Tommy shows up in his house. But interesting enough there aren't references to the actual game during that conversation.

But we are not done with the basketball of it all in 704. Because we have the conversation with Maddie.

Up to that point everyone is interpreting what happened as an accident. Trust me, as someone who's dislocated a couple of fingers and has permanent damage on my ankle and knee because of basketball, it's ridiculously easy to injure yourself or someone else on a basketball court. But that's the moment Buck admits he is jealous and acting out. That scene is important because Buck admits to it being about Eddie, before Tommy offers him an explanation that's easier to live with and allows him to project that into somewhere safe. But that scene is also important because we find out that Buck didn't actually break Eddie('s leg), he's just scared that his big feelings scared Eddie away. But ultimately we know that Eddie is physically unable to hold anything against Buck so that turns out fine. He always going to be able to come back from his acting out, as also shown in 809.

Basketball is then not brought up again until 806, the anniversary dinner that leads to Buck and Tommy breaking up.

Hey, look, another subtle what got Buck together with someone is part of what breaks them up.

Anyway, Buck hates basketball. Interesting to think that Tommy would think that's something Buck would enjoy, since it is an established fact that he doesn't like it. But this dinner ends up the beginning of the end. Again, basketball is involved in a major life change, since the breakup ends up extended in 811 and we get confirmation on who Tommy thinks is Buck's last. Interesting, right?

We then get Buck holding a basketball as he goes crazy on the potential renters in 809.

The ball appears at a very interesting point in the conversation because when confronted with a mother and her kids, it almost makes it seem like he is "guarding" Christopher's room. And he only has the ball when talking to the mother, the one person that he feels threatened the most. Almost as if the idea of another family there is the thing that bothers him the most.

It is also what triggers Eddie telling him to leave, which makes him overhear Eddie, which makes him act out, which makes him take over the lease which creates all the problems from 811 that will probably definitely eventually lead to Buck's feeling realization. Yay for basketballs present in Buck's triggers.

But if you think I'm reaching on blaming 809 for the events of 811. Fear not because that's not where the basketball ends.

But Buck can't sleep in the house, so Maddie tells Buck to make new friends and Buck, bless his heart, tries to make friends by bringing up stuff Eddie likes because what he likes is Eddie.

But hell, basketball is present when he asks Ravi for drinks and it all leads to Ravi leaving him with Tommy and Tommy calling him out on possibly having feelings for Eddie that definitely won't lead to Buck figuring out any big thing about himself, right? 👀

And we also get a possible confirmation of the fact that Buck did in fact take Eddie to that Lakers game. Because if there's one thing Evan Buckley will do is yap about Eddie.

Why are they using something Buck hates in these triggers? Well, that's the part I haven't figured out yet, but it is something that is present, so I will be on the lookout for it to come up again lol

That's all for today, if you read this I love you.

[blueivyy99]

Calm and Serenity

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

note: first time writing after five years, please be kind. (im also new in using Tumblr idk how to use this lawrd)

It takes a strong woman to love Sylus.

Someone who can carry themselves, someone that doesn't need to be always under surveillance. Someone that can fight. Someone that is worthy to be by his side.

And somehow, you were that someone.

You didn't even know what you did that attracted him to you. Despite not being ugly, you're not a head turner also. You remember asking Sylus about what he saw in you that made him fall in love and he just smirked at you before turning around to toy with his guns and cleaning them.

“You're calm, serene, quiet. Just someone I need. Don't worry your pretty little head about it, little fox. I love you because I love you. You don't need to find explanations in everything."

At that moment, it made your heart stop in a good way. You always believed that someone like Sylus would see you, look at you, and pay attention to you but here he is. Just at an arm's reach.

No matter how everyone warns you that a bad man cannot love, yet you find yourself falling deeper and deeper and you know for certain that Sylus will be there to catch you when you fall.

Loving Sylus comes with its pros and cons. For one, you know that you're safe and in danger at the same time. Living in Onychinus as Sylus's girlfriend made you realize that you are protected yet always under the watchful eyes of your boyfriend's enemies.

Luke, Kieran and even Mephisto guards every move you make just to make sure that you're not harmed.

It's not like you can't fight for yourself, but with them beside you, you don't even have to. That's another perk of being Sylus's “little fox" as he so dearly calls you.

To be honest, you feel like it's more of a benefit than a hassle to be so close to him. Because aside from the many things in your advantage that he can provide, you found a family.

The twins may always cause ruckus, or Mephisto always giving you a heart attack every time he sneaks on you, they're your family.

Being with Sylus gave you something that no amount of money or influence can give. With him, with them, you felt like you belonged.

But then, beautiful dreams can still turn into nightmares.

You didn't really intend to overhear their conversation … or rather, Sylus's command to Mephisto.

“Follow her, report every detail. I don't want one step not taken into account,” he said.

You wouldn't mind it if it were normal circumstances. You're not really the jealous type — or rather, he didn't give you enough reasons to be jealous.

But as you look at him, you can see the somber look in his eyes. For a split second, you can even tell that he might actually cry before masking it.

You watched him as he let his walls break for a moment. No he didn't cry but you can see how his jaws are clenched and his hands are trembling. He is in deep turmoil and him not aware of your presence watching him is enough proof of that.

You felt an impending doom approaching, but you quickly shut them out. You will wait until Sylus tells you what's going on.

Maybe next morning?

Next week?

In a month?

Who knows.

So you waited and waited. But too much time has passed and he never brought it up.

Not until the answer willingly came knocking on Onychinus’s doorstep.

Miss Hunter.

Miss Hunter is a formidable fighter, that much you can say. She's not gonna beat Sylus in hand to hand combat, but she sure can put up a fight and you can see how that pleased Sylus. To be fair, it's hard for him to find an opponent in a place where is the strongest.

So you watched.

You watched from the sidelines as he frustratedly kept trying to resonate with her. You watched his pained face when he was told that she might be subconsciously disgusted by him and that prevents them from maximizing their battle potential.

It hurts, yes, you're a human after all. But you have enough trust in him and you come to the conclusion that Miss Hunter is someone that is a vital part of Sylus's much greater plan.

Whether you say that to yourself because you truly believe it or you're trying to convince yourself that there's nothing deeper going on.

No one knows.

Not even you.

“Sylus?" you called.

"Hmm?” you heard him hum from across the room of his study. He's on his swivel chair, eyes closed but surely not asleep.

It's the middle of the night and you're sure that he is awake. So you came here quickly after setting your alarm just to see him.

It's been a while since you two get to be alone and spend some time as a couple. He is always busy. Always on the phone, always on edge. It's like any time now he is going to explode. So as a good girlfriend, you came to him tonight to offer some kind of peace.

You kissed his temple before standing behind his chair and giving him a soft massage. You felt his muscles release tension and he relaxed in your arms.

“You've been working so hard lately, even the strongest men need to rest too, you know?" you said.

"I can't, sweetie.” he replied, sounding tired. "There's much that I need to do."

“Is it too much that you can't even spare your poor girlfriend a few hours for just one night?” you teased.

“You know that's not what I meant, Little Fox,"

“Then come to bed. Just for tonight. You won't function well if you're not getting the right amount of sleep. Even Mephisto needs rest so he won't overheat.” you insisted now facing him.

“That's not how he works," he grumbled but didn't say anything after. He just hugged your waist and leaned his head on you. You melted because of it.

Most people see him as terrifying and heartless but when you see him like this, you know that he's just like everyone else. He gets tired, he gets upset.

Combing your fingers through his hair and cupping his cheeks to make him look at you, “Come and rest with me. Nothing bad will happen. Stop devising strategies in your head, boss man. I believe in you.”

That seemed to do it. He sighed and got up holding your hand and dragging you to your shared bedroom.

And no matter how he tries to act that he is not tired, he immediately falls asleep as soon as you kiss him goodnight.

You looked at his sleeping form and despite how weak you are compared to him, you wanted to protect him and this little vulnerability that he shows you.

Part 2

[222col]

wait bimbo!reader x rafe and she’s playing with his gun 😄😄😄😄

bimbo!reader x rafe cameron

summary: showing rafe the polaroid you took with his gun was never going to be a good idea

cw .ᐟ nsfw, gunplay

꒰ notes ꒱ ty for the req anon !!!! <3 this is my first time writing for rafe so aaaaa <333 nervous

"rafey, doesn't this look so cute?"

you had to be fucking stupid, or just really wanted to piss rafe off that day. walking to stand between his legs where he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the phone he was scrolling before you walked in to the side as he looks up at you. "what is it, baby?" he murmurs, noticing the polaroid in your hand.

a picture of you. holding his gun. wrapped in a fucking bow. mouth parted as the metal rests against your cheek. "tell me that's not real," he grits his teeth, chest already puffing out as he examines the picture. "babygirl, tell me right now that isn't a real gun."

you're still all giggles, pulling the piece of metal from the waistband of your denim shorts, pink ribbon still tied around the barrel. "you tell me," you giggle, oh too sweetly, waving the thing around in your hand, causing rafe to stand up from his place on the bed, immediately. "i found it in your car." the vein in rafe's forehead is prominent, snatching the gun from your grasp, his jaw clenched. he can't even begin to explain his anger.

"are you fucking stupid?" he spits, shaking his head as he paces back and forth beside you. only stopping to lock eyes with you, pulling the pink ribbon from around the barrel, the gun now pointed in your direction. "don't you ever touch this again, you hear me?"

gulping down the lump in your throat, nodding your head softly, only know realising exactly how real the gun is. rafe steps closer to you, pistol still firmly pointed toward you. backing up until your legs hit the mattress, causing you to fall back backwards onto the bed. "this is to protect us, protect you," rafe sneers, moving to stand at the foot of the bed above your body, pulling your hair to force your gaze solely onto him.

"do you understand that?" your lip quivers, words escaping you, only managing a weak nod up to your boyfriend. "tell me you fucking understand." rafe spits, forcing the gun closer to your face, your breathing growing erratic at the action.

"i- i understand," you murmur, stumbling over the words, knuckles white from clutching the bed sheets so tightly.

it's only in that moment that rafe's demeanour changes, still angry— but there's something else there, too. desire, lust. he's always loved the power he had over you, but this? this was a new level. the gun wasn't even loaded, he fucking hoped, but seeing the wobble of your lip, the glossy look in your eye, it was doing things to him. "gotta look after you, princess, that's all."

you could see rafe's anger subside, but the fear hadn't left you completely. especially not when he begins to trail the piece of metal down your chest, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in it's wake before rafe pauses it's movements above the waistband to your shorts. "you know i'd go crazy if anything happened to you," he mumbles, his free hand buttoning your shorts to gently pull them down your legs.

"i- i know, rafey," you whisper, breathing still shaky as the denim falls to the floor. gasping as you feel the cold metal of the pistol press against the hem of your panties. "spread your legs." rafe orders, his eyes glued to the sight before him. his look almost predatory, watching the gun ghost over your bundle of nerves, as though he isn't the one controlling it. a groan gets stuck in his throat, watching you bring your knees up, the white frilly socks on your feet placed spread out in front of him.

his free hand now rests on your knee, stood at the foot of the bed, pressing the pistol firmly against your clit. rafe's bottom lip is between his teeth, cock aching behind his shorts. the fear in your eyes still showing despite the soft whimpers of pleasure that threaten to leave our mouth. "rafe, i- you're scaring—"

"shush, baby," he murmurs, cutting you off with a simple shake of the head. moving his hand from your knee to pull the lace of your underwear to the side, breathing in sharply as the metal touches you without restriction. you can't stop the way your mouth parts, head falling back slightly once rafe starts to move the pistol against your clit. "you're such a good girl." he coos, mouth watering at the sight before him.

soft moans begin to fall from your mouth, whimpers getting caught in your throat, only encouraging rafe to pick up the pace. the metal sliding over you with ease as you grow wetter. your eyes flutter shut, and rafe can't physically stop himself from reaching for his phone to quickly take a few pictures for his private collection. throwing the phone back down before your eyes even reopen.

the band in your stomach is tightening at an embarrassingly quick pace, clenching around nothing as your hips buck up against the pistol. "fuck, careful," he warns, using his free hand to hold your hip down against the mattress. "don't fucking move."

"rafey- shit, g'nna cum—" you mumble, attempting to stay still as per instruction. forcing yourself to keep your back from arching or your hips from bucking up again. your moans grow louder, searching rafe's eyes for permission. he smirks as you do, nodding his head. "be a'good girl."

rafe has to resist sucking your release from the pistol as he removes the metal from your core, letting you calm down before pointing the gun towards you once more. "you are not allowed anywhere near this thing, okay?" he speaks, voice stern as he stands above you.

"what if you wanna do that again?" you whisper, the hint of a smirk threatening to grace your lips.

"don't be a fucking smartass."

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[pankielovesfan]

The Prime Shimmer breaks Fan's code and that's really cool

I've recently thought more about just how incredibly important The Prime Shimmer IS to Fan's entire story and character, and about breaking apart from the show and helping him put in effort to improve. Even if this was already established and said countless times, I've started to understand it even deeper when I think about it more sooo I wanted to write this out

As the core part of Fan, he loves the show and all its characters. Everything he's ever known and been surrounded with has been related to it and he loves Inanimate Insanity very much and is practically made of that admiration. However, the first time he comes in contact with something from outside the show, it's the shimmer egg. Something he clings to desperately.

The fact that the egg is the first thing he's interacted with that isn't part of the show means a lot to his character, considering how he immediately attaches to it, takes care of it, and values it so deeply. As said by Fan himself on his blog - before he had the shimmer egg with him, he didn't even know how to care. It shows just how significant the egg is for Fan's development in so, so many different ways for representing his path in life. Not sure how to work this into it, but he's mentioned how the egg also helped him feel less lonely.

When he meets them, the way Fan treats The Prime Shimmer in the show is very unique to his character and has always been... so different. He's typically very disconnected from other people, especially with how he's supposed to be a "viewer" for the show, and experiences little to no empathy or care for others because of his love for inanimate insanity as a show, and how he claims to not even know how to care at first. The finale really highlights his feelings for the aliens. He immediately seeks to help them find their other lost child, prioritizing them over his own interests. He really really cares for them, for Fan standards.

All of The Prime Shimmer is so incredibly influential for him to recognize in this way. He actually puts in effort for others instead of sticking to old habits like he does, and I think his general feelings for them are what drives Fan toward progress since what he feels for them is outside of Inanimate Insanity. It's the main hope for Fan's improvement as a person, and I'm very glad Test Tube can still represent that feeling of "being outside of the show" because she came to save him from the ship if that makes sense, she's a part of this to some extent for him. Its lovely.

There's something so beautiful about Fan feeling so much love and protection for the entirety of The Prime Shimmer, creatures that are so removed from the show, something he wasn't made to love or care for. It makes it feel very genuine, caring for it in a way he doesn't care for the other contestants. Through caring about something outside the show, he also learned how to care about Test Tube and recognize her as separated from it, seeing her as an actual person which he rarely can do for many.

It's so fun how Fan can just always tie back to themes of change. Fan, notoriously inflexible and stubborn, allows himself to perceive change and opens his mind to that development to protect the lives he's learned to care for. Starts crying. i think this guy will be the end of me

anyway thanks for reading my insanity.. Fan is willing to try for the prime shimmer which can extend to other people he cares for yay

[kakiki3]

Coffee and Confidence| a Harry Castillo x fem reader story

Premise: just a Harry x reader a little one shot. Maybe more. Saw the trailer and can't get the character out of my mind. Perhaps just my delulu or Pedro being my husband 🤷🏽‍♀️. Giving our boy a happy ending... Perhaps in more ways than one 😉. I OWN NOTHING!!!

Comments is love 💕. Thinking it's a one-shot unless y'all want more.

Harry Castillo was every girl's dream-- or so he thought. He was rich, successful, handsome, funny, smart... and generous in many aspects. But he hasn't been successful in the dating scene. The women of his past would blame it for him being "married" to his job, or never really being fully in. Harry would just call it bad luck.

He couldn't explain what made him work from home that day or that pull he had to take a little walk to the nearby coffee shop he never even knew was around the corner from his luxury apartment. Just that his heart stopped when he saw you standing behind the counter. Your hair in a messy bun, glasses framing your big round eyes, and a smile made his knees buckle.

You smiled sweetly and made a joke about him being a zombie when he gave you his obscene coffee order of an Iced Espresso with six shots and extra ice. He laughed probably too loudly or made a huge fool of himself as he shamelessly flirted but then gave a wink as he left the shop but it made a flutter cross your midsection.

...Two months...

Two months of blatant flirting, two months bringing an embarrassingly large boutique of roses to the shop, and bringing little gifts that made him "think of you". Which made all your female coworkers envious. And nothing.

He saw you sitting down at a table in the corner alone, with a book in hand.

"Hey beautiful, break time?" Sitting down across from you, his order already in hand.

Smiling that sweet smile you always gave him. Was it genuine or just a customer service smile you granted everyone access to, he wondered. "Hey Harry." Aw, that smile. "Yeah."

"What are you reading?" He asks, genuinely. Showing him the cover. "Autobiography of Red." He reads out loud. "Any good?"

"So far." You admit. Placing the bookmark back in place and setting it down.

"Okay, I got to ask." Crossing his legs. "It's been a few months and I feel like I made my intentions known. Are you just not interested?"

You smile, licking your lips with a small chuckle escaping them. "Harry, you've tried to flaunt that you have money but not once have you tried to stir up a real conversation with me or even ask me out on a date. There's one thing you haven't taken into consideration."

He sat back in his chair, nodding. "What's that? You're not interested?"

"I don't care about your money." You answer honestly. "The huge flowers and expensive gifts may work on your run of the mill female in today's society but I'm not one of them. Don't get me wrong every girl likes gifts now and again but I'm a sucker for a guy getting me something that he knows I love. Even if it's a small bag of my favorite chips, or picking me a few wild flowers while we take a trip down an old country road. Expensive doesn't always mean better."

He smiles, "And here I thought it was because of my age."

You laugh, an honest to God real laugh and it makes his chest tighten. "Oh no. I like my men, older." There's a glint in your eyes he hasn't seen before. "The grey looks good." you trace the lines of his face with your eyes as a smile pulls towards his eyes, holding back your own.

He was a good looking man, unfairly so. There was zero doubt about that. Probably the best looking man you've ever seen in your nearly forty years, but you weren't about to tell him about that. You knew Harry Castillo was a man that rarely heard no from women, and you weren't going to be the first. Doesn't mean he wasn't going to work for it.

"So does that mean you're interested?"

You hesitate before smiling as you pull a sharpie from your apron, taking his cup from his hand. Writing something before standing. "Lunch is over." You smile before walking off.

Then he saw it, your number written on the side of his cup.

...Three Days...

"Call her you fool. She gave you her number because she wants you to call her."  Harry walked the floor from his fridge to the island in the spacious kitchen for the last twenty minutes before dialing your number. He's never been this nervous to call a woman.

"Three days Mr. Castillo."

"Ouch. So formal."

"Hmm," you hum. "Do you blame me?"

"No darling, forgive me?" His voice is low but tender.

"Depends."

"Oh yeah, on what?"

"What you called for?" You laugh.

"Straight to the point, l like it. Well, my best mate is getting married this weekend to a woman out of his league no doubt and I'm the best man. Best man with no date."

Sounds like you're asking me for a favor Mr. Castillo?"

"I'm begging darling."

That statement brought heat between your thighs. Holding your breath for a moment. "Not how I'd want the great Harry Castillo to beg." The sentence was out of your mouth before you could catch it.

He laughs. "Oh darling. I promise you could have me begging with how those pretty lips move."

"You just want to know how they would look moving over every inch of your body."

You heard his breath hitch over the receiver. "Darling, I think I underestimated you."

"Most do. So this wedding?"

Harry can't help but smile. "Saturday at 2."

"Send me the address."

"I can pick you up." He offers.

"I can get myself there, besides what if I need to run for the hills?"

Harry faked a gasp. "That hurts."

Laughing at the sarcastic tone in his voice.

"Until then darling."

"Night Harry."

"Oh thank goodness, I thought the only way you were going to call me Harry again is when I get my mouth between your thighs."

"Sure cocky."

"Confident darling, confident."

The way he called you darling had you melting against your bed. "Good night, Harry."

"Night."

The call ended.

Harry smiled to hisself, punching the air in triumph. Doing a little shuffle in his socks across the wood flooring.

Harry was a confident man, but he also had a loud voice that always liked to tell him when he wasn't enough.

The lack of a relationship the past year just fed that voice. For the first time in over a year he was excited.

Saturday came slowly. The wedding was beautiful but so hectic he didn't see you, not til the reception. Quickly spotting you at a table near the back. He picked up his name card, walking over setting his down on the plate next to yours. Confidently throwing the placeholders card over his shoulder as he sat.

"Can I get you a drink?"

You smile. Damn he looks good. "Whiskey on the rocks." Before you could say another word, a waiter set your drink in front of you. A confident smile spreading across his face. "H- how?"

"I pegged you for a whiskey girl the moment I met you."

"I'm impressed," you shrugged. "But tequila is my go-to."

He smiles. "You're breathtaking." Taking in your appearance. Hair down over your shoulders, black silk dress hugging your curves, low v cut in the front dipping low enough to keep him curious and wanting more.

"You don't look bad yourself." You smile, pressing the glass to your lips.

"Dance?" Standing holding his hand out.

Hesitating before taking his hand. Both your eyes are drawn to where your bodies are connected as electricity surged through each other. Looking up into his big brown eyes, you stand.

He pulls you into his side, his hand following onto your hip as he leads you through the crowd to the dance floor. Pulling your body into a his and he leads your bodies to the beat of the song.

There was something about the way he moved, the way he spoke against your ear so no one but you could hear what he had to say, and the way he looked at you with those big lost brown eyes. You knew you were a goner. Fuck making him work for it. No that wasn't going to happen at all.

You couldn't remember how you got here. Standing in the hall outside his apartment. His arms wrapped around your waist. A slight buzzed smile kissing his lips.

"You really are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His eyes falling to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"

... And of course he's a gentleman too. You're surprised you even got to this point without a kiss. Breathing in his scent, God it was intoxicating. Something expensive but something reserved and entirely him. "I've been waiting all of two months for you to ask me that."

He smiles at your mouth. He cupped the sides of your face his lips finding yours as he pushed you back against the wall outside his front door. His knee pressing against your heat between your legs as his mouth explored yours.

A moan escaping both your lips. The soft sounds you mad urged him on, picking you up when a low grunt. Making his way into the apartment and into his bedroom. He set you down on wobbly legs.

Before anything went further. "God those big eyes of yours." His breath's heavy and needy. "Are you sure about this? I can take you home right now. It's no problem." Scanning your whole face. "I like you, like, really like you and I don't want to rush this." His cheeks reddening in a blush.

And he gets consent. You scan the room. Finding a chair in front of his desk in the corner. You walk to it sitting before spinning to face ihim. "Clothes off Mr. Castillo."

You can tell by the look on his face he's momentarily taken back by your request. But you knew he was happy to summit. He knew what you needed, of course he did. He began to slowly kick his shoes and socks off almost teasingly. The way his fingers trailed over each button of his shirt undoing them in an agonizing pace.

His eyes never leaving your face. Watching every slight change in expression. His body was hard and broad. He worked his belt off before slowly allowing his slacks to pool at his feet. He was already hard in the confinements of his briefs, it made your mouth dry.

Swallowing as they too found their way into the pile of his suit that laid on the floor before you.

God he truly is perfect. So very large, and perfect.

Your eyes trailing over every delicious inch of his body drinking him in like you were dying of thirst before your eyes met his. "Come here." You cooed. You don't know where the hell you found this new confidence but with Harry it was just there. The way he looked at you made you feel worthy.

Fingers trailing up his thigh. You pulled away causing a groan from him. The way his cock twitched in front of you, you knew your touch had already gotten to him. Pulling your hair up into a pony. No hair tie. You smile. Didn't matter, you had something better.

Grabbing his hand you put it in your hair silently telling him to hold it in place. Without warning you took a deep breath out your nose as you took all that you could of him into your mouth. He hissed tightening his grip into your hair. His freehand slamming down on the desk making you jump slightly at the sudden sound but it didn't stop you.

You worked his length, humming happily at the sounds he was making and the taste of him. He even tasted delicious.

"Fuck darling." His breathing got louder as his head fell back. Showing off that delectable neck to you. Veins large, made you want your mouth on them just as bad. "You feel amazing." Looking back down at you with such need.

Watching you work his length, he knew if you continued, this night would end faster than it began. Reluctantly he pulled him self from you with a pop of your mouth. Pulling you to your feet by your hair. You give him a Cheshire grin, biting your bottom lip. Pulling you into another kiss, tasting the saltiness of himself.

He spun you by your hips, moving your hair from your shoulder, he kissed it as his fingertips dipped below the string over your shoulders in a ghost like touch. Mouth training along your skin. As your dress fell to your hips.

Fuck no bra. He swallowed hard. My salvation or ending. Either way, an angel, he thought. His hands found your breasts as his mouth found the spot where your jaw met your ear.

Moving you to stand in front of the large mirror which faced the bed.

"Look at yourself. God your fucking heavenly darling." Pulling your dress all the way down. Helping you out of your heels as he did.

As one of his large hands trailed up your neck the other dipped low into the front of your damp panties. Head falling back against his broad shoulder. He grabbed your chin making you look into the mirror.

"Nuh Uh gorgeous. Look." You opened your heavy lids as you watched him as he pumped two fingers beneath the small confinement. "Watch how you melt under my touch."

"Harry." His name fell from your lips in moan. His thickness pressing against the bare small of your back.

That was it. His undoing. He was yours and you were his. He was now hellbent on making it happen. Yanking your last cover down before turning you and picking you up. "I need to taste you before I fill this pretty little pussy up with my cock." Throwing you to the bed.

His silk sheets were the most heavenly thing you felt against your skin... Until his mouth found his way to the pool between your legs. You arched your back as his tongue lapped up everything. Feeling his large hand on your lower abdomen anchoring you down.

"Fucking best thing I've ever tasted." He mouthed against your clit.

"Harry." You moaned again.

He groaned against you. He knew his name would sound divine when you moaned it, "Tell me what you need darling."

There's that word again. Your thighs pressed against his head. "I need you. I need you to fuck me now."

That was all he needed. With speed he pulled a gold wrapper from his night stand. Tearing it open with his teeth before slipping its contents over his throbbing dick. "Just breathe. I'll take it slow." He spoke against your neck.

He pushed in slowly letting you get used to the slight burn and stretch you felt. Moaning against your skin. Soon finding a rhythm that he knew is what you needed. "You're taking me so fucking well. Darling, it's like you were made for me."

Yes, fucking perfect.

Soon you were on your knees facing the mirror while you straddled his lap. He even fucked like a God. He watched you in the mirror.

"You're perfect. Look at how damn perfect you are." His hips thrusted up into yours fell down onto him. As one hand laid on your hip and the other one on your stomach.

Placing your hand over the one on your midsection, running it up your body, "You know out of the few necklaces you gave me," Settling his hand around your throat, making him squeeze. "This one is my favorite."

Your eyes catch his in the mirror as a low rumble vibrates his chest against your back. "Good God woman." Biting your shoulder, he's pushing you to all fours. His movements becoming hurried and rough.

Just what you needed. Large hand wrapped, yanking your hair back. "Watch." Thrust. "Watch as you come undone for me." Thrust. "Watch as you become mine."

Loud moans filled the silent apartment.

"Say it darling.. say you're mine."

Your arms buckle falling to elbows. "I'm yours." You half moan.

Thrust. "I can feel it again." Thrust. thrust "Relax and come for me again sweetheart."

And you did. Body sweety and trembling. Another sloppy thrust and he fell over you.

Wrapping in expensive silk sheets and limbs, you smile beside yourself.

"Again?" You laugh.

"Honey, I'm an old man you're going to have to give me a minute."

"You don't fuck like an old man."

He laughs into your hair. "Well thank you but I had motivation." Smiling as an orange yellow hue cascaded down past the building in the distance. "Darling the sun's going down."

"How long have we been going at it?"

"Hours clearly." His lips trailed your shoulder. "Stay?" Loneliness in his voice.

Pushing back into his hold. "Only if you make the coffee in the morning." He smiled against you.

"I can do that." He whispered.

There it was. The warm feeling of hope spread across his chest. Hoping that maybe he could be loved after all.

[echobx]

Creep - loser!incel!Rafe × fem!reader

summary: you thought it would be a normal hookup but the guy you thought to meet wasn't who he presented himself to be

warnings: smut, p in v (protected), backshots, oral (male receiving), Rafe being disgusting (literally), incel behavior, (implied) virgin!Rafe, porn mention, showering, faking an orgasm, spanking (not hot), jerking off

word count: 1.9k

author's note: idk how this came to be. one moment I was yapping to my bestie about how disgusting and loser s1!Rafe is and suddenly I'm sitting there writing this and I didn't even intend the smut it just happened... anyway, I don't think this one will go well with the Rafe girlies, it's okay, bc idc all that much

   “You wanna watch something?” He wipes his greasy hair from his face, nodding towards the TV and not really waiting for an answer. You don't quite understand how you ended up in this situation- false. You know exactly how you ended up here, sitting on the expensive leather couch in this mansion that “will soon be his anyway.” 

   You just wanted to hook up, so you went on the apps and found, who you thought to be a nice and genuine guy, but turned out to be creepy and very fucking weird. So when you showed up at the address he sent you, which wasn't a hotel like you assumed, you first wanted to turn around and leave, but Rafe actually looked like his pictures and the house was huge and expensive, so you decided to give him a chance. 

   “Uhm… sure,” you shrug your shoulders, pulling on the skirt of your tight dress, trying to stop him from staring you down as if you were a sex doll or something. You really don't know what is going on in this guy's head, just that he is making you very uncomfortable. 

   “A’ight,” Rafe finally turns towards the TV and leans back, switching it on just for a porn to appear on-screen. It’s the same shit your ex liked to watch, two full-breasted, skinny women doing their best to please the guy with a dick bigger than you've ever seen in real life. And that is why you don't like it, because it simply doesn't look real, even if you manage to separate the fact that they are all just pretending to be enjoying it as much as they do, because to you, it doesn't look very enjoyable to be choking on a dick that size. 

   “I love this one,” Rafe breathes and shifts his hips, making your eyes jump to his bulging crotch. 

   You clear your throat, “do you have a bathroom I could use?”

   He doesn't look at you when he answers, eyes fixed on the screen, hand rubbing over his dick through his sweatpants. “Upstairs, third door to the right.” 

   You get up, walk around the couch and as you pass behind him, you hear him grunt a breathy “oh fuck” as if he's actually getting off right now. 

   The bathroom is modern and minimalistic; dark tiles on the floor and walls, a big glass shower, a long sink with an even longer mirror hanging above it and a toilet that has the seat up. He sent you to his own bathroom. Of course he did.

   After freshening yourself up you look at yourself through the mirror and exhale deeply. “Just leave. Just go, y/n. This is not worth it,” you tell yourself, silently repeating it in your mind as you make your way downstairs to tell him exactly that. 

   But when you stop in the doorway of the living room the words get stuck in your throat. Rafe is sitting there, his pants pulled down while stroking his dick. 

   You should run out without saying anything, but you also can't take your eyes off how big he is. He is definitely the biggest you've ever seen, even bigger than the one on TV just now. 

   “I-” you start, and he turns to look at you, continuing to fuck his fist. 

   “Wanna help me out?” he asks without any charm or intrigue in his voice. He sounds dull and almost bored, as if he didn't actually want you to be there anymore. 

   You close your eyes, taking one deep breath and another before speaking. “Why am I here?” 

   “You wanted to come over to fuck, I guess,” Rafe shrugs. He's right, you did want to do that, but you're getting more and more unsure about it. 

   “This isn't how this usually goes for me,” you sigh and go to sit down by his side again. 

   His tip is swollen and so red it looks angry, which wouldn't be too bad to look at if he didn't smell so… unclean and if he didn't have razor burn all over his balls and around his dick. 

   “Do you know how to suck dick?” Rafe is blunt, too blunt for a guy who doesn't know how to clean himself before letting a girl come over. 

   “Wh- What?” you stutter out. 

   “You wanna suck my dick, don't you? I know that look on your face. Every girl who looks at me like that wants to blow me, I just don't let them,” he tells you, and you've never been so sure about something being a lie in your whole life. 

   You smile at him, “maybe we should go upstairs. More private.” And more opportunity to get him clean before you even think about touching him. 

   “No one's home, we can do it here,” Rafe almost insists. 

   “Upstairs or nothing.” It's the only pride you have left in you, insisting on the location where you will lose all and every ounce of respect you have left for yourself. 

   “Fine,” Rafe groans, getting up and pulling his pants back up but not turning off the TV before he leaves for the stairs. “You can leave it on. I'll finish that later,” he tells you just as you want to switch it off. 

   He's sitting at the edge of his bed when you get there. Pants off and still fully erect. 

   “Can you join me in the bathroom in two minutes?” you ask him and don't wait for an answer, if he wants you, he needs to do as you say first.

   The shower is hot and steams up the whole bathroom when he steps in behind you. 

   “What's your name again?” Rafe asks as you grasp for the body wash. 

   “Y/n,” you answer and start lathering him up, trying to not raise his suspicion about your actions and just make it seem like foreplay to him. 

   “You always shower with your hookups?” he asks and you smile sweetly. 

   “Just the special ones.” Your hand is working on his cock, trying to clean it as best as you can now that it's no longer hard. Maybe it should've been the biggest warning sign to you that he wasn't hard, although you were naked in front of him, although you were touching him. 

   “I'll fuck you if you suck my dick,” he says, eyes closed as you cleaned him. 

   “That's nice of you.” You don't know where those words are coming from. You also don't know why you are even doing this because no matter how big his dick is, it surely isn't worth all that, and yet here you are.

   All dried up you take him to his bedroom, sitting him down on his bed as if he needs all the guidance you can give him. 

   “Can I fuck your face now?” he asks almost innocently, and you're inclined to say no. 

   “You wanna stand or sit?” you ask, and he stands up, taking his hand to your shoulder and pushing you down to kneel before him. His semi-hard cock right in your face.

   There's no teasing or fun or anything familiar about it. As soon as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, he's rammed himself inside you, leaving you no air to breathe. He's forcing himself down your throat repeatedly, making you gag and cry and almost throw up. Rafe is brutal and self-centered, not that you expected much else after everything that happened before. And while you are choking on his dick, trying to breathe as much through your nose as your body lets you, you keep wondering who the sweet guy was you texted and what happened to him to be the Rafe you now have in front of you. 

   “You look like a slut,” he laughs breathlessly, and you can picture your mascara stained cheeks in your mind. It's just a hum you let out to tell him you agree, but he's not prepared for it. The soft vibrations make his dick spasm at the back of your throat, and he curses, pulling his dick out just in time to let his cum drip all over your face. No amount of showers would be able to remedy the disgusting taste of his seed, so you have no choice but to get up and wash yourself. 

   The look your face is giving you through the mirror isn't a pleasant one. The girl staring back at you is pissed and feels just a smidge violated by his obvious porn obsessed habits. You can be happy he didn't also give you a neck strain…

   “Come back, I'm hard again,” Rafe yells, and you force your body to move towards his demanding voice. 

   “You have condoms, right?” you ask, and he nods, a brush of white under his nose. Of course, he can't get hard unless it's drugs or porn shit. You should've known better. 

   “How do you want me?” you ask with a sultry voice, as you watch him roll the “extra large” condom over his dick. 

   “Face down, ass up,” he commands, and you climb on the bed. Better this way, at least then he won't know you faked it, if it comes to it. 

   “Go slow,” you tell him while turning your head to see him kneeling behind you. 

   “I know how to fuck, bitch,” Rafe scolds you, and you really doubt he does. 

   He tries to slam into you, but your cry of pain and the lack of wetness isn't helping him much with that. 

   “Be quiet and take it,” he tells you and slaps your ass, from the top down, only resulting in a dull pain that spreads from your cheek to your pussy. 

   He lines himself up again, pushing hard but slow, and if you hadn't started to play with your clit, he would still be playing with dry bones. After a while your body gives in and he manages to bottom out. You're stretched to your limits, tears welling in your eyes and hoping that your body will soon ease the pain. 

   “God, you're tight. You a virgin?” he asks with a laugh. 

   “No. Are you?” you bite back, and it lands you another slap. 

   “Shut the fuck up and take it,” Rafe growls, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, which works a bit smoother this time. Your cunt is slowly but surely giving into him; getting wetter with every thrust of his. 

   You moan in rhythm with his movements, and a bit louder at his degrading words. If this was a movie, you're giving him an Oscar worthy act, and he doesn't even know it. 

   “Tell me you're close,” Rafe pants behind you, his thrusts growing increasingly more sloppy. 

   “So close,” you moan, purposefully clenching around him, and he fucks you faster, destroying even just the tiny amount of built-up you had managed to gain from his fat cock. 

   “Fuck! I'm the best!” Rafe screams and groans even louder than before, so you scream a bit more and clench a bit harder, until he pulls out and leaves you empty and unsatisfied. 

   “That was amazing. We should do it again,” Rafe smiles at you while you turn around to look at him. He's already pulled his boxers back on and is grasping for his sweats. 

   “Sure,” you nod and smile. 

   When you walk past the living room downstairs he's already back on the couch and back to fisting his cock. You shake your head, just a silent “creep” leaving your lips, and leave without saying goodbye, blocking him on the apps as soon as you get in your car. And even though it was probably the worst sexual experience in your entire life, it still gives for the most unhinged story to share with your friends. 

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[sulumuns-dootah]

If requests are open, could you do Gehena boy's reaction to a reader who's short and pretty skinny? They don't have curves at all and are AA cup.

And they try not to be insecure about it, but they have their moments where they are by themselves and try to find something to like about their body.

Gehenna demons w/ short and skinny s/o

A/N: Finally slowly getting back into writing requests^^ As always, sorry for the wait U.U

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Any negative thoughts about your height are strictly not allowed bc if you're short it would mean that he is too and how could he be short? he's the king ffs!

If Satan ever catches you looking at yourself in the mirror in less than adoring manner, say goodbye to any other mirror you could come across

Any other further negative talk about your body will annoy him

Not at you, but at whoever set up those non-sensical beauty standards

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"Wh-what do you mean, Y/N?"

Sitri will geniunely become puzzled when you tell him about your insecurities bc you're literally his type

(Yes, your body type became his favorite the moment he fell for you, but that's semantics)

When you continue pointing out your flaws, he'll starts pouting even more

"But... I like you the way you are..."

Mostly, he feels hurt that you would talk so negative about his favorite perosn in the whole existence (even before Solomon)

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This stays just between us bc those two would kill me for this on the spot, but(!) I believe Amy would have the exact same reaction as Sitri

"B-but... If you were any bigger, it would be harder for me to carry you around and make sure you don't fall off my bike..." :(

For Amy your smaller frame adds a bit more of excitement to his kink

Like, you mean to tell me that this person managed to get this mountain of a demon submit to them?

Here goes the extra humiliation aqnd embarassement

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"My eyes are supposed to be the best of Gehenna and I still see nothing wrong with your body!"

Another puppy in the 'but you're my favorite' club :(

But if you want to build your frame a bit more, you can go to the gym together

A gym buddies :)

He can wheeze from running on the treadmill while you cast worried glances from some weighlifting machine

(I think they're called smth like that)

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Paimon comes up with a creative solution to any of your insecurities: thrist trap compilations!

They don't have to be public

It's just so that you see how gorgeous you look!

Sometimes even spends their nights making fancams of you instead of sleeping

Knows just the stuff you should wear to love what you see in the mirror

Maybe even matching platforms with so so so many charms?

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Another creative way to raise your confidence comes from Astaroth who will try to seduce you into falling in love with yourself

Not really sure how he would even do that, but he would find a way since he's the seducer demon

The one to immediatelly jump to body-worship in the bed

I mean, yes, they all would, but Astaroth wouldn't even bother to try something else before that

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A thing I sort of expect from Jiyu is that if you actually said some insults are too perosnal, he wouldn't use them

So after finding out about your insecurities, he would absolutely stop using insults of that sort

Belial, as sweet as he is, would do anything to show how much he likes you

Technically, he could also belong into the pouting puppy litter like Sitri, Amy and Leraye, but he doesn't really strike me as the one to express his sadness

Yes, he's sad, but he rather chooses to reassure you that you are perfect, rather than accidentally make you feel guilty

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Our himbo wouldn't at first get exactly what you mean(ik, sorry u.u)

At first he'll think you just need help with your workout

But after talking to him about it a bit more, he'll finally understand

This is worse to him, though, bc he has no idea how to help you then

In his mind, telling you the usual 'You're perfect' and 'There's nothing wrong', a bit too empty

Instead, I think he'll try to solve your problem with one of his talismans that will slowly help you build confidence

[sturniowhore]

Love For Free

Warnings: Angst with no happy ending, Unrequited Love, Matt x Reader, Toxic!Matt, Barely proof read

A/n: This is for Rose's writing challenge!! the ending might be a little rushed I'm sorry 😭

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

In which.. Y/n senses that her relationship is crumbling. What happens when she fails to fix things?

4am. It was 4 o’clock in the morning, Matt still wasn’t home. He left the house almost 7 hours ago. You haven’t received a text, call, nothing. Your home alone, the room was silent. The only thing that could be heard was your cries that were quietly echoing through the walls. You gave him everything, and what did he give you in return? Nothing. 

Everything was great the first few months of your relationship, but everything changed. He doesn’t get excited when he sees you, He no longer texts first; instead, silence fills the void where excitement once blossomed. He doesn't plan dates, He doesn’t get you flowers, He doesn’t randomly tell you about his day, He doesn’t show any effort. It's like he was bored of you. 

You keep checking your phone, hoping for something anything from Matt. Nothing. Radio silence. 

A few minutes later you hear the rustling of keys at the front door. You rush to get up, practically running to the door. Just as you were about to twist the door knob, he opened it. 

His face drops when he sees you, you notice but don’t say anything. 

“Oh.. you're still here?” He says as he's shutting the door behind him, swerving around you to get to his room. “Of course i’m still here, it’s fucking 4am and you haven’t texted me. You were gone for hours, I was worried about you” Your voice quivers, You stand up straight trying not to break down. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, you should’ve called an uber and gone home” He spoke as if all the care that he had left his body. You weren’t having it, This was the last straw. “Where were you? I asked Chris and Nick and they said they didn’t know, you haven’t been answering my calls, and–” You were cut off by Matt’s harsh voice. “It doesn’t matter where I was, it honestly doesn’t concern you.” That sets you off.

“Doesn’t concern me? The fuck you mean it doesn’t concern me? Matt it's 4am. And I'm your girlfriend. I think I have the right to know where you were in the middle of the night.” 

Matt waves you off like you were an annoying fly buzzing around him. “You going home or not cause–” He tries to change the subject. “No. Do not move this conversation around. Matt, I'm tired. It’s like you don’t want me around anymore, It's like I don't matter to you. I just want to know why. Did I do something wrong?” 

A long sigh left his lips, You felt as though you were bothering him, You were a nuisance in his eyes.

After what felt like forever Matt finally spoke “It’s not you, it's just.. I don't know how to explain it and i'm tired can we have this conversation another time i just wanna sleep”

“No. I want an answer now. You don't understand how bad this is hurting me. This isn't fair Matt. I've given you everything. I've been trying so hard and you? You barely even talk to me anymore. This isn’t fair to me.” You can hear him groan at your words. “Fine. You really wanna know?” 

“Please enlighten me.” you spat back.

“I don’t care Y/n. I literally couldn’t give two fucks. You think you’re tired? I'm tired too. Everyday is just another day of you nagging in my ear ‘Matt this, Matt that, Matt Matt Matt’ I’m sick of it. I just want one day of peace without your constant whining and bitching. You piss me off.”

You were dumbfounded. All this time you thought you were being a loving and attentive girlfriend. But in his eyes, you were annoying. You didn’t know what to say to him.

“I’m sorry.. You should’ve told me that you were feeling that way. I would have backed off” You look down at the floor, you're humiliated. 

You can feel him roll his eyes “There you go again. Always fucking guiltripping me.” 

“I'm not–” 

“Whatever it doesn’t matter now, I'm tired of this conversation” You hear him mutter something about going to shower under his breath as he moves around his room to get his pajamas out. You were still at the same spot, eyes still glued to the floor “If you want i can leave if i'm annoying you.” 

“I don’t care, do whatever you want.” without another word Matt left his room and went into his bathroom.

You started packing your stuff, you weren’t gonna stay after that. Even if no one else heard it, you were still embarrassed.

Your Uber came a little while after, You watched as Matt’s house went farther and farther away from you. An unfamiliar feeling rushed through your body. You wanted to claw your skin off, your stomach felt as though it was on fire. You shut your eyes trying to make this feeling go away, but it was no use. 

Your eyes started stinging as tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t help but replay that conversation you had with Matt over and over again in your head. 

All you wanted was him to Love you for free, and you couldn’t even have that.

[niniane17]

OP, let me preface this by saying that I know your reading is absolutely the one Bronte wanted the reader to have, and it's not my intention to attack you for accepting the narrative as it is.

But here's the thing: on a structural level, there's a huge gap between what the text says and what it actually shows, and that's why Rochester comes off as very different than intended to many readers.

In my opinion, the choice of having Rochester relating the truth to Jane regarding his previous marriage -and only him- is a kind of a weak one. I understand why it was made, and I know the novel's emotional core wouldn't be the same without it, but at the same time, he's not the right character to do it when the goal is discovering the truth about his past. Bronte at first brings other character that could act as the voice of the objective truth, with the appearance of both the laywer and Bertha's brother Richard, but then they're conspicuously absent during Rochester's retelling, probably because they wouldn't have made Rochester look so good if they did.

From an in-universe perspective, Rochester simply doesn't have a lot of credibility at that very moment. If he was able to lie once, on such a big issue, who's to say he wouldn't lie again? Especially if his aim is to make himself look good in front of Jane? Of course he would paint Bertha in such a way and would say that Richard is also slowly losing his sanity, even though he was sane enough to stop an unlwaful marriage from happening -thus saving Jane, by the way. Add to this the grim reality of being a married woman at the time (in fact, I think this is how I learned what a downry was) and, well, it's not a pretty picture.

The fact that he's kind to Adèle (and I'm not super satisfied on this front either) and Mrs Fairfax is also irrelevant to his romantic history: they aren't romantic conquests, there's no need to manipulate them in order to get them to give him what he wants -though he did lie to them both, too. Besides, it's not uncommon to treat someone well and others badly.

You also bring up Rochester's mistresses, and again we have no one's words on them but Rochester's. Would they see their story this way? Perhaps, perhaps not. Surely even Jane's story could be re-interpreted unfavorably, and she had been thought as a hearless, savage girl who was ungrateful in the past too. Indeed, after her engagement, she goes to great lenghts to appear as respectable as possible. Even so, there's the implication that some people will just think her as a ruthless social climber. The text assures us there's a difference between Jane and Rochester's previous girls and wife, and but what this difference truly is, beside "the author says so" is not very clear.

It all feels very protagonist-centered-morality -something I'm sure wasn't the author's intention- and I can't really blame people for not buying it, especially people who have been in a relationship with a much older and much more powerful man when they were very young. Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea's author, was one of such people, for example, which is one of the reasons that pushed her into writing her novel.

(That doesn't mean her novel is flawless and everyone should take it as canon. I'm just bringing her up because she inevitably comes up a lot in these conversations. Also if you ask me the real villains in that novel are 1. Richard Mason and 2. An original character that owes more to Dickens than Bronte, but whatever)

Bronte herself felt that, as long as Rochester was in a position of power, he and Jane couldn't get together properly, so she makes sure he can't do any of his old shenanigans ever again.

Again, I know yours reading is the correct one and there's nothing wrong with just accepting Bronte's text as it is. I'm not here to push a "this is the secret code of the text all along!!" agenda. At the end of the day, I simply disagree with the author and that's ok. I just wanted to illustrate that there is, in fact, a grey area, and the reading that Rochester drove Bertha mad and will do so with Jane one day can be a valid, if uncharitable, reading of the text to someone who is not in love with Rochester as Jane was.

I wonder if Rochester drove Bertha crazy ....

For all we know in the story, she was already ill before she married him, which was kept a secret by her family. This is implied by the fact that all their pre marriage interactions were heavily controlled, the marriage arranged, etc.

Furthermore it is important to keep in mind that Bertha not having been diagnosed before marriage is an important plot point in order for the story to exist at all; a person who is not in possession of all their faculties cannot consent to marriage, and that makes the marriage invalid, meaning Rochester could have asked for a declaration of nullity and gotten it if that were the case. The tight control Bertha's family had surrounding her was designed to avoid having witnesses that would help Rochester's cause.

Besides that, the text is framing Rochester's confession about his past as an honest depiction of it. He's never shown to be delusional when it comes to his own sins; he does try very hard to excuse them, but never to outright deny them.

Also, Bertha is said to have been violent not only against Rochester himself, but against their servants, so much so that nobody wanted to work for her anymore. This goes fully against the idea that Rochester made it all up.

Sometimes I feel like people want to have it both ways, but either Bertha was completely sane when she married him and her adultery, drunkenness, verbal and physical abuse are just rational forms of rebellion, which means she committed all those things with full consent --and that's not what a good or decent person does. I don't see people justifying a man for being adulterous, drunk and abusive just because his wife happens to be a bitch-- or she was very mentally ill all along and her moral responsibility for her actions was heavily diminished.

Bottom line: no, I don't think Rochester made Bertha mad. Nothing in his behavior towards his mistresses, Adele, Mrs Fairfax or Jane indicates that he's a cruel, violent, wicked or abusive man. His characterization heavily points towards immaturity, hedonism and weakness of character as the source of his faults. He's shown as having as his saving qualities generosity and compassion, which are rather antithetical to the sort of behavior that would drive someone to madness.

[tillichan]

❀˖° [Fluffy Flowers] for @babulejka °˖❀

Rose — What makes them realize that they're in love with you?

It's sappy, but Alexis swears that it was love at first sight. Your mysterious aura, the way you reminded him an ethereal creature from his favorite books or the way you were so beautiful, cheerful and confident. Alexis always was sure that only the sad or lonely faces can attract his attention. Oh, how wrong he was!

The moment Alexis even got a glimpse of you, he realized that he was down bad. He was deeply in love with this amazing girl who reminds him a gorgeous witch. He felt an irresistible desire to get to know you better. He wanted to approach you first, talk to you about magic and about you. Who are you? Where are you from? Do you like magic? He needed to know it!

This was the first time Alexis was so fascinated with someone. It was the first time he was in love.

Aster — Courting/flirting headcanons. How would they act around their crush?

His main love language is the acts of service. Alexis wants to be helpful to you, so he is always here whenever you need something. He also wants to spend more time with you, talk to you and get to know you better.

Alexis is enchanted with your world. When he first visited your house, he thought that he had stepped into a fairy tale. Beautiful plants were everywhere, cute animals now and then appeared while you were showing him your place, the garden you sedulously maintained attracted his attention. And all he wanted was staying here with you. Forever. Helping you with your garden, enjoying the life full of magic and adventures, being with you, ah, Alexis would sold his soul for this. And he started moving toward this goal step by step.

Whenever Alexis has time he tries to spend it with you in a subtle way. Be it a hangout at your home or something else it doesn't matter. Slowly but surely Alexis enters your life becoming your friend at first. But then he begins to have signs of attention. He asks you will you let him braid your hair. Alexis secretly practiced for a while to show you a good result. On Kaiser. And secretly from Kaiser instead of cutting his hair. But then Alexis was exposed. Nothing can be done, he started practicing on you, but the true is he's really good at it. Even elves would be envied by your beautiful braids decorated by flowers, ribbons and hairpins he gifted you.

Even if he isn't interested in this theme at all, but you like it, Alexis does his best to learn more about it. Because everything, even dull topics, became the most interesting and full of magic with you by his side.

Tulip — Confession headcanons. How would they confess to you?

Alexis had long planned to confess you but couldn't decide how. Maybe he should write a love letter for you? Or do something grand with magic and fireworks? Or confess you after the match? Oh, he was a mess. Not to mention that you may not accept his feelings, because you were an ethereal creature straight out of a fairy tale, and him... well, he was just a good football player. You're from two different worlds. There is no way you'd love him back. No, dear Alexis, this's not true.

Alexis continued to be nervous, overthinking and trying to come up with a good idea of confession. But he was not expected that it would be so easy to confess. It went much smoother and easier than he thought.

One day Alexis helped you in the garden, while you were talking about your childhood dreams. About marrying a fantasy creature, to be exact.

"If I were a fantasy creature, would you like to marry me then?", softly whispered Alexis, yet almost as if to his own self. He was so lost in thought, he even didn't realize that he spelled it out for you.

Imagine his surprise when you chuckled softly and said that you want to marry him one day, because he is the most precious fantasy creature in your life.

Lilac — What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Alexis is in love it's very obvious for others. He is open about his feelings, everyone around him just knows that you're his special, his significant other, the love of his life. Not that Alexis flaunts his love on purpose, he just can't hide his feelings. You are his and he is yours, he is not in need of someone else. His team noticed that Alexis stopped his attempts to draw Kaiser's attention. Instead, he chats with you, does video call or reads the book you recommended him. His football skills improved remarkably, he has been walking on air ever since the two of you met.

Alexis Ness in the most dedicated boyfriend ever, the most loyal too. He makes you feel like you are the only person in his life, it's pretty much true. He tends to spend time with you and you only. All his interests are your interests, he is at your mercy. His love is expressed in the desire to be close to you, to become a part of the beautiful world of love and magic you showed him, just to be yours.

Freesia — Firsts headcanons. Where/when/how was your first meeting, first date, first kiss, first time they said I love you.

♡ The first time you and Alexis met was in the book store. The both of you reached for the same fantasy book, his hand brushed yours, and Alexis quickly pulled his hand away, offering you to take this book for yourself. But you just smiled, grabbed the book from the top shelf and handed over it to Alexis.

"Are you sure?", asked him in surprise. "This is the last book in this store".

But you responded with a mysterious smile, asking him to lend you the book when he has finished reading it.

Alexis felt like you put a spell on him. He felt a wild overwhelming desire to grab your hand and never let it go. You were like a beautiful illusion, a wonderful dream, so different from the other girls, from the other people. Alexis thought you would disappear in the blink of an eye and he would never see you again.. He had to do something! He should hold on to you!

While Alexis frantically tried to figure out a way to tell you something. You asked him for his phone number, otherwise how can you get the book. Alexis opened his eyes wide.

Oh.

He thought, he fell in love with you. Right now. At this very moment. And there was no turning back.

♡ Your first date happened when Alexis met with you to give the book. It's needless to say that he was very excited to see you again. So much so that he read the book in one sitting and, plucking up courage, invited you to a cafe. Fantasy-themed cafe to be exact. It was his favorite place. And even though he was a little nervous that you may not like it, you assured him that you like this place too.

Alexis used a drink and dessert he ordered you as an excuse to spend some more time with you. And then... it was like a fairy tale. It was the first time Alexis enjoyed conversation with someone so much. You knew so many interesting things about fantasy books, about magic, about the world. You were so open, but at the same time there was a mystery about you.

"Could we... meet again and talk?", asked Alexis with hope.

Did you agree? Of course, yes.

♡ Your first kiss was on Christmas. Alexis slipped out of his house to spend this Christmas with you. Every time he hung out at your home he felt like he was in another world so different than the world of his family full of science, logic and practical way of life. They even never celebrated Christmas. Why is this necessary? They can dedicate themselves full-time to research instead of doing something futile, such as celebrating Christmas. But this year, with you, it will be different!

The two of you spent the whole day together decorating your home, building a snowman, watching your favorite Christmas movies and listening to Christmas songs you played yourself, while Alexis was sitting there watching you with the eyes full of adoration. Then you and Alexis created a puppet show, acting out your favorite fairy tales and baked the sachertorte Alexis loved so much, especially when you were the one who cooked it.

While you were cooking, Alexis helped you with serving and preparing the ingredients. After a while, you playfully handed him a spoon to taste the apricot jam. Alexis obediently accepted the sweet treat with the happiest smile.

Alexis kept holding your hand with the spoon in his, even though he already tasted the jam. He looked straight into your eyes, as if transfixed. He wanted to kiss you, but hesitated. And then, as if by magic, Alexis noticed a hanging of mistletoe right above you two. It gave hime a confidence. Alexis pulled on your hand gently, as he wrapped his other hand around your waist. Your faces were inches away from each other.

"May I?", he whispered in your lips.

You smiled and kissed him. And Alexis can swear this was the best Christmas gift he has ever gotten.

♡ The confession followed immediately after your first kiss. Alexis pressed his forehead against yours, the happy smile revealed his true feelings. "I love you", he whispered and gently rubbed his nose with you.

Forget-me-not — Their favorite memory with you?

Alexis will always remember the day the two of you saw the first snow together. The two of you hung out together. Sitting in the cozy cafe you and Alexis enjoyed each other's presence. And then the snow just started and it was a total whiteout. Alexis frowned, he never liked snow, it brought back bad memories about his squashed dreams. The dreams about Santa, about magic, about Snow Golem Servant, his family ruined it all.

What Alexis didn't expect was you offered him to make a snowman in your garden. So the two of you ended up having fun in your garden playing with the snow. Alexis spent the whole day with you enjoying the snowball fight and making a snowman. As soon as your cute snowman was completed, you suddenly started drawing magic symbols around it.

You smiled in response to his puzzled face. Your precious boyfriend always wanted to summon a snow golem, right? So why not do it right now?

Hesitating for a moment, Alexis joined you. Yes, this's his favorite memory with you.

Daffodil — Love triangle headcanons. The character who has a crush on you and how does your s/o react to their crush?

Bachira Meguru has a big crush on you even though he knows that you see him only as a friend. But he can do nothing about his feelings. He is in love, deeply in love with you since childhood.

The two of you are the childhood friends. You were absolutely in love with his mother's paintings and spent a lot of time at his place playing with Meguru and his mother. The monsters and fantastic creatures has always interested you, so you wasn't mind when Meguru mentioned his monster friend.

Your kindness, your uniqueness, your bright smile, all this made Meguru fall in love with you. More and more. Every year, his feelings only grew stronger. But unfortunately, your heart is already taken.

When it comes to Alexis, he is well aware of a crush your childhood friend has on you. And he gets jealous and anxious a little every time you hang out with Meguru, because sometimes Alexis feels that Bachira is better than him. He is bright, confident and knows you better.

But every time Alexis feels insecure, you assure him that there is only one person you love, and his name is Alexis.

Iris — What do their friends and family think about your relationship?

His family was... Let's say, very chill about your relationship at first. Why the two of you spend so much time on being lovey-dovey instead of doing something useful. But they didn't knew whom they were dealing with! As soon as they met you and talked to you a little, they changed their mind. Such a smart, talented and brave girl is worthy of joining their family. Not that you really need their blessing. Especially since you know well that they ruined your boyfriend's childhood.

His friends and teammates love you a lot! Especially Michael and his coach, Noel Noa. They love to talk to you every time you come to visit Alexis and bring his team some snacks and gifts. When it comes to your relationship, they are a little jealous because the two of you are so in love with each other. It makes Bastard Munchen feel lonely. But they still very happy that you're together, not to mention that Alexis become a better player since the two of you met.

Dahlia — Marriage headcanons. Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

♡ Alexis wants to marry you so bad, oh my God. Married life with you is his biggest dream. Yes, he wants to marry you, live together, spend the rest of his life with you, die in one day and date again in your next life. This is the dream of Alexis.

Because of you he became more confident and grew more determined. His life began to play with new colors with you by his side. So the idea of proposing you had been brewing in his mind for the longest time. But Alexis just couldn't choose the right way, the right time too. He bought you a beautiful wedding ring decorated by your favorite flowers and stones. The perfect ring for his fairy.

And the day when Alexis proposed you has finally come.

It was a pretty typical day, the two of you spent time at your home. You were excited to show him the new dolls and puppets you recently made, but Alexis looked spaced-out during the whole day. He was nervous about something and zoned out often. But when you asked him what happened, he somehow turned even more nervous and asked you if you'd like to watch the puppet show he prepared for you.

The story was about the lonely monster who was always alone, because he was different from all other members of his family. He had had no place, he was a stranger everywhere. Until he met a gorgeous witch who lived in a house with a garden. She accepted him the way he is and fell in love with him. The monster fell in love with her too, they got married and lived happily by the end of their days.

As soon as Alexis ended the story, he got on one knee and asked, "Will you be my wife?".

♡ Your marriage was held in the circle of close relatives and friends. Even though the two of you had enough money to do something very luxury and fashionable, non of you two wanted it. Instead, you and Alexis preferred to have your wedding ceremony out of doors in a beautiful garden full of flowers and plants.

The two of you didn't expect that the whole Bastard Munchen team came to congratulate you two. The most part of them came because of you, because, oh, they love you very much, even though some of them are too proud to admit it.

You spent the whole day with the people you love the most and who love you even more than you do. Alexis was happy but nervous, he couldn't believe that this beautiful fairy agreed to wed him. You in your wedding gown, walking down the aisle to him, made Alexis tear up with joy. But, you know, even tough he truly enjoyed your wedding party, he also couldn't wait for this to be over. Why? To unwrap your presents, of course. And, maybe, not only the presents.

Daylily — Do they want to have children? What would family life look like? How many children do they want?

Alexis wants to have children. He wants to have a big family with you, he wants to give his children the childhood he has always dreamed about. Not to mention that every time he sees you with children, he has a small baby fever. You're just so motherly, he can't wait to meet your and his children. Two or three would be prefect, but it depends on you, of course, and on your wishes. Especially Alexis wants to have a girl who looks like you, it'd be so cute!

Family life with Alexis would be very funny and stable. He is a pro football player, so you always have enough money. Alexis would make sure that his family is happy, enjoys their life and believes in miracles. He'd do his best to spend as much time with his family as he can, playing with his children, reading them his favorite books and devoting a lot of time to you.

Ah, Alexis wants to start this family life with you so much.

[froginmygarden]

It started with an ad: long day of work

"Hello, Surfer Smile Studio here, how can I help you? ... Yes, she does, let me check her scedual. ... No, Dr. Brown doesn't have any free time this week, but I can sign you up for next friday 13:45, would that work? ... Eccellent, we'll see you then!"

And that was the last call of the day, phone line now officialy off and with three hours remaining 'till cosing. Danny let out a painfull whine as he stretched his legs. Was he imagining it or was this day esspecially long? What he wouldn't do just for a short flight home, like right about now. But no all he got ware needles in his-

"Can you wait for Mrs. Jenkins to come by in 10? I got a go out for a bit."

"Sure," honestly he didn't want to, that old lady seemed to have it out for him since day one, he just wasn't a good enough anything in her eyes. Hell were he a dung pile she'd say he wasn't brown or smelly enough.

"Thanks," And off she went, already pulling out her light. Whatever mints Ann was using must be crafted by monks or come from heaven itself, because if that girl was to breath in your face you wouldn't be able to tell she'd had half a pack of thins a day. Or maybe the equipment was for show, and she only pulled them out when someone difficult was to show up, neither seemed more likeley.

With that he was alone at the reception. Again. There wasn't much to do but sit and wait for the next apointment, whitch was Jenkins. If only god all mighty would take her already.

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The light seems dimmer then before, Danny thaught as he stepped up to the kiosk, maybe the string inside will snap soon.

"Do you need something?"

"No, just looking."

It was awfully empty tonight, no cars or pedestrians, no critters either, you could write a childrens rhym book about this.

Coming home was quiet, no lights on, no talking, just some dirty dishes and scattered toys. Dani was sound asleep in her bed. Yeah leaving her home alone wasn't the best or a long term plan, but they didn't have many options. Besides, while she had started behaving more her current age (whitch was a bit over a year old, based on size he'd guessed 13 months), Dani seemes to remember her old self, so she's not really a toddler, but this arrangment only lasts as long as everyone thinks he has a sitter for her, other times she gets a fun little trip to the dentist.

"Hi, honey, how was your day? I had the worst day today, you know. Can you immagine, some of these people-", Danny whispered on and on as he wiped the drool off of Dani's face. Honestly, she looked like a sweet little angel right now, so calm, so peacefule. It made him think that all that he does will be worth it at the end. But maybe it was just his "daddy brain" talking.

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"And as you can see, this months activity has gone down by 15% since our last encounter, The Arctic seems to be retreating and recovering their losses whitch has sown displeasure amongst their current allys."

The stars were pretty today, or night, who knows. Look how they were all sparkling, and there went a satelite, and anoter one, and another, and another, and another but this time blue. Barry was bouncing his leg so hard it was kinda vibrating his chair, he didn't like that. Green Arrow seemed more interested it stringnig and unstringing his bow, whitch, sure, he'd like to have something a bit distracting too right about now. The rest seemed to more or less be paying attention, speaking of people, Supes was pretty figetty as well. Now what was that about?

"If nobody has anthing to add, this meeting is over. Green Latern, you are still expected at the med bay for scanning," and it was almost over, Hal could feel the sweet taste of ever aproaching freedom.

There wasn't anything wrong with him. What did he tell you? He can handle anything you throw his way, literally. He was just that good, so he was quickly sent on his way.

The night, as it turns out it was, was pretty nice. Not much traffic down on the roads and no sudden attacka, and it better stay that way, all he was currently interested in was crashing into bed and not getting up for a few days.

No one seemed to be awake and, while he wouldn't usually do this, he decided to just get in through the balcony, not feeling like flothing down, trasforming and then having to get all the way up again by stairs.

His head soon hit the pillow and let me tell you the feeling was euphoric, his body ached from his long patrol and getting dragged into a JL meeting right after didn't make it any better. But this? This made it all worth it in the end.

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EVICTION NOTICE

Date: XX/XX/20XX

This notice is sent to Harold Jordan ("Tenant") and further directed to all residents, occupants, subtenants, and any others in posession of the Premises.

Property Adress: Apt. nr. XX, XX of XX str, Coast City ("Premises")

Lease Start Date: XX/XX/20XX ("Lease")

In accordance with your Lease and the laws located in this State, after service of this notice you are herbally given...

He takes it back, he didn't need anything disracting or interesting at all, he'd like to have this not happen, thank you very much. He'd rather listen to Bats go on about attack probabilities and tactics.

"ssssssssssss, fuck."

What the hell was he going to do now?

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A/N: Heeeeeeeeeyyy. Sorry for the short chapter. I know the pacing is kind of slow, but please bear with me. I want to make a little build up to their first meating, so it's not basically "So they are room mates now", I do have a plot in mind, but again this is my first fic, so if anyone has pacing or conversation sugestions I'm all ears. Thanks to anyone who read this. <3

P.S. I'm posting on the computer, not sure how to put the "Show less" on, so I'm sorry if this takes a lot of screen space on mobile. :(

If I spot too major an error I'll edit it later.

[mariasont]

Do you have any advice on writing Hotch?

I really want to try my hands on a writing fanfic, but I'm afraid of messing up Hotch's character.

absolutely bestie!!!! writing hotch can feel intimidating so i get it but also it's so important to remember that this is fanfiction which by definition fiction, is literally whatever you want it to be so don't stress yourself out too much about messing up a character because it's really not possible

but here are my understandings of his character and how i try to write him as (which half of the time i don't follow this to a t because it's fun to write out of character)

so hotch is defined by his control and deep emotional repression. he is incredibly dedicated to his job and internalizes his emotions to a fault, rarely letting anyone see him vulnerable. his past traumas like his abusive father and haley's death i think heavily influence his sense of responsibility, guilt, and said emotional detachment. when writing him, i try to showcase that he's not cold, but more so private and controlled.

hotch tends to isolate himself by carrying logistical burdens alone, highlight his internal struggles between protecting his team and also feeling responsible for their well-being, even at his own expensive. i think to show him as being decisive under pressure, but also internally conflicted.

when we explore romantic dynamics with hotch, in my opinion (which literally doesn't mean much, pls don't take too much stock into this), he is usually reserved and deeply conflicted at first (common theme lol) and his protectiveness often morphs into emotional attachment before he realizes it. his romantic relationships are rarely straightforward because of his position and the way he perceives his heart v. responsibilites.

he never rushes into relationships. i also tend to write feelings simmering under the surface and tension building until he literally can't deny them anymore. i also tend to write a lot of age gap dynamics and hotch definitely would be constantly checking himself and battling between what he wants and what he believes is right.

hotch is discreetly territorial so he doesn't usually act outwardly jealous instead his possessiveness probably appears in other ways like moving closer to you in public or like a weirdly intense gaze that silently signals other to back off.

i also have it in my head that hotch's love language is deeply intertwined with acts of service, protective gestures, and more subtle but powerful emotional displays. he may not be constantly saying i love you but his actions reaffirm it.

hotch also speaks succinctly and decisively. he is not one for super long speeches but rather for meaningful glances, short reassurances, and clipped commands. when he speaks about something more emotional, it should feel significant because he rarely opens up.

but anyway i don't know if this literally helps at all but!!!! these are some of the things i keep in mind while writing (again i don't always stick to it because YOLO and we're all just doing this for free and for fun so who cares?!?!?)

just trust yourself and lean into his complexities, and you'll potray him beautifully!!!! again you can't mess him up, pinky promise <3

[odileeclipse]

BYE I forgot to sign off my🃏anon status.... It was me that talked about how to fix your posting problem LMAO happy to help! I ate up the chapters anyways they were SO GOOD

anyways. onto the fun stuff. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY?????? With the new chapter, does this mean that the cookie closest to MC is technically Earl Grey? Then again, it makes sense, because Earl Grey has that stability to back up MC's nervous thoughts and general lack of self esteem that Chai Latte generally doesn't have. Kinda like they complete each other? How they are complete opposites but can bounce off each other so well.

I think you did a wonderful job creating the sense of disconnect the Sage feels when seeing MC with someone that's similar to him but NOT him, and how he feels out of place in the friend group for just a moment. It gives a sense of realism because to think that the person you want to get to know and want to see all their possible sides has other people who have seen them more intimately than he ever did. OUGHHH The jealousy was GLORIOUS I loved it very much. It showed Sage that although the MC is someone slowly creeping in the cracks of his heart, he has to face the fact that they may treat others as warmly or even more warmly than him. That their relationship isn't as mutually exclusive as he once deemed it to be.

It makes me wonder if before they (MC) might have developed just a small crush on Earl Grey???? Or maybe the other way around. The kind that was fleeting and was overshadowed by their camaraderie, mostly.... or it could just be a Jo and Laurie (Little Women) thing where the feelings were there, but MC or Earl Grey confused the other as the love of their life instead of the light of their life.

This makes for a really, really good dynamic though since Earl Grey and Shadow Milk are very similar, and this may be a cause for Doubt for the Sage since right now he and MC have this unseen gap they can't bridge partly due to how MC still sees him in a higher than life itself light due to their insecurity that they may never reach his level as equals. UGHHHH ODI YOUR STORY IS WONDERFUL HANDS DOWN

apologies for the long yap I really really enjoyed this sm and analyzed it down to the very letter 😭, I hope you continue on blessing us with this wonderful writing. I'll eagerly await it!! Always take your time though, and take breaks!!

-🃏

My computer shut down as I was replying and my answer got deleted im gonna crash out

But like I was saying...MC isn’t necessarily closer to one friend over the others their group is balanced, with each person playing a role that complements the rest. Earl Grey may be the grounding one, offering stability when MC’s insecurities spiral, but that doesn’t make him the closest, just the most steadying presence. Chai Latte brings warmth and energy, while Hazelnut, though not as much screen time(writing time), is the glue that holds them all together his absence is always felt, even if he isn’t always the most vocal all the time. Their dynamic works because they complete each other, each friendship filling in the gaps where the other might not. And while there may have been a time when MC and Earl Grey wondered if their bond could be something more, they naturally settled into friendship, realizing that loving each other platonically simply made the most sense.

For Shadow Milk Cookie, though, that balance is something he can’t quite slip into. He sees the way MC fits so naturally with their friends, the way their dynamic is effortless, and for a moment, he feels like an outsider looking in. He may share similarities with Earl Grey, but it only makes the contrast sharper MC never placed Earl Grey on a pedestal, never hesitated the way they do with him. And that divide, however unintentional, lingers like an unspoken truth between them. And even further down the line, even when they themselves (MC and SMC) feel there is no divide between them, the reality is there always will be a line between them, not because they can't work through it but because it's not easy to take someone off a pedestal.

[robin-evry]

Hello! Great to have you back!

So, I was wondering if I could request Ori!Yuu from Ori and the Will of the Wisps with all of his abilities, you can write them as is or humanoid- whichever you want, really.

And if you have no idea who I'm talking about or what Ori can do- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEadwXjlqy0&pp=ygUrb3JpIGFuZCB0aGUgd2lsbCBvZiB0aGUgd2lzcHMgYWxsIGFiaWxpdGllcw%3D%3D -Just use this as a reference for Ori's active abilities.

Also please note that Ori also has passive abilities being, Wall Jump (Pretty much just crawls on anything), Double Jump, Bash (Allows Ori to push themselves away from various objects and enemies, knocking them in the opposite direction), Grapple (Allows Ori to pull themselves in a straight line to various objects and enemies), Glide with a feather, Dash (Allows Ori to charge quickly left or right, even in the air), Swim Dash (Allows Ori to Dash underwater, or near the surface of the water to launch into the air), Burrow (Allows Ori to burrow through sand and snow), Ancestral Light (Grants Ori a 25% damage boost (x2)), and Water Breath (Allows Ori to breathe underwater)

I am very aware this a very large ask, so please know that you don't have to do it, I was just curious of what it would be like if Ori was in Twisted Wonderland.

Please get good sleep, eat as best as you can, and hydrate, it is very important!

Nah I don't mind, I'm happy that you feel safe to express your ideas towards me as well thank you for showing concerned 🤗🤗

I hope this match the character sorry if there's any mistake I mader

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑𝐈!𝐘𝐔𝐔 🪐💫

Ori is the titular protagonist of Ori and the Blind Forest, a Spirit who is separated from their biological and adoptive family and is thrust into a journey to save the forest of Nibel from a dangerous Decay spreading throughout the land.

During the first week ori!yuu would disguise themselves as human but their true form traits sometimes appear, like their disguise would tend to become translucent for a period of time due to exhaustion of overusing.

The student body would be suspicious over them theorizing between whether or not their human or not or simply a ghost or spirit walking amongst them.

Grim is slightly wary of them at first, thinking they might be a ghost trying to trick him, but he eventually sticks by them, seeing them as a reliable guide.

When I was searching for data about the character, ori in the game doesn't speak so it depends on your perspective if you want ori!yuu mute or not.

Ori!yuu is mute, always talking using gesture, expression and action but since they are waking up in nrc, Crowley decided to give them a small drawing pad for them to use to speak with students as well giving them a book of sign languages.

A very gentle individual rarely gets mad as well literally no one in nrc have beef with them because why would you want to have beef with this gentle person.

But also due to this revelation many students view them as weak which annoys them a lot. But they prove their strength during an overblot battle.

Ori!yuu is able to use spirit magic I mean they are one technically, they are able to use the magic around their area towards it's purest form so they technically don't use spells.

So basically they aren't able to use spells like deuce cauldron one or create something, they are only able to use energy like magic as well as elemental ones. But due to the magic they are using is pure it's by far more powerful due to it being it's original state. Example ace is able to use wind magic blasting it knocking an opponent meanwhile ori!yuu is able to use wind magic towards it's full potential able to create a large gust of win blowing everything.

So basically meanwhile students are able to control a small portion of water using magic but ori!yuu magic allowed them to control large bodies of water like rivers and oceans able to manipulate waves.

People would consider ori!yuu to be a nature spirit having a connection with nature causing them to able manipulate the area towards it full extant.

Small glowing motes (wisps) appear around them when they are deep in thought, acting like extensions of their emotions.

Animals and spirits in Twisted Wonderland seem to trust them instinctively, and ghosts often linger around them. As well the magic around them to grow more purer as if being cleansed by their presence

Would use their grapple ability to get towards places that are complicated to go if you don't have a broom or unable to fly, would use this ability as a transportation allowing them to go to classes earlier compare the others as well grabbing stuff from a far away. They are surprisingly agile, seeming to drift through the air rather than fly traditionally.

As well if there's a lot of people hurrying to get to lunch or a large crowd that prevents them from going to class they use their grapple ability to pull themselves and walk in the walls and jump down up Infront shocking many students.

Despite being mute, Ori!Yuu takes notes in glowing script that fades after a few minutes. Some teachers (like Crewel) insist they write things down normally, while others (like Trein) don’t mind their magical method.

Since they can’t speak, they take oral exams through written answers or use magic to project their responses. Crowley had to make a special exception for them.

They don’t eat much, if at all. When they do, they seem more interested in the sensation rather than the taste. Trey is constantly trying to get them to eat more. They rarely eat due to them absorbing the magic in the area and they count it as food.

Ori!Yuu is oddly good at following the Queen’s rules… except for disappearing randomly, which drives Riddle insane.

Rook is completely obsessed with studying them, calling them a "phantom of mystique" and trying to track their movements.

Students like magical creatures like faes are able to understand what ori!yuu is and they would held communication towards the topic of magic, Lilia is very fond of them as well as malleus.

[outrunningthedark]

New Oliver interview dropped. IMO weird it dropped so many days later. Would love to hear your thoughts!

https://screenrant.com/9-1-1-season-8-episode-11-oliver-stark-interview/

My first thought is "A lottttt of people owe me some sort of apology for daring to point out that Oliver obviously doesn't question things Tim does!": "So yeah, no, as I say, not really involved so much in the overall arc of the show." &

"I don't have any insight into the writers' room. I just turn up on set each day and say the words that are written for me. I just always trust that Tim knows what he's doing and the writers that he has around him. He's never steered us wrong before." I get it, first big job, first real serious paycheck he's ever had, but BOY is he a kiss-ass. As for the BuckTommy of it all, because I'm sure that's what everyone's focusing on: "Yeah, I think that's what the scene is saying, that Tommy has always viewed Eddie as a form of competition, rightly or wrongly..." <-- important distinction; just because someone thinks it doesn't mean they're RIGHT "And I think in that episode, Buck even realizes, "Maybe I'm not interacting with Tommy here for the right reasons."" Tim already told us this. They were BOTH "using each other" because they were lonely and not over the break up. (About the kitchen conversation) "So I think for the most part, he probably has gone some way to shutting that door regardless of what he would want." This...this is literally what happened. Buck pushed Tommy away and as we heard from Tim he won't be calling him off screen, either. What happens when they meet up again? That's the part Oliver's not spoiling. [whispers] Because we're not really supposed to know when he's coming back. Does it mean good things for BuckTommy? I don't have a goddamn clue. Maybe it's not even resolved in the episodes Tim's still writing. (Maybe that's why Oliver said he doesn't know!) But nothing Oliver said here needs to be criticized when he's purposely making sure not to suggest the audience is seeing something that isn't there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯