#i want more content of her so badly but also. i respect and understand why it’s 1 chapter a month

[rush-the-stars]

brat tamer tao save me….save me brat tamer tao

[gravity-barbie]

There's only one bed HCs

Featuring: Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Viktor, Lila, Sparrow!Ben & Sloane

A/N: This isn’t a request, I just had to post the fluffiest prompt I could after s4. Also, the umbrella’s characterisation in this is very s1 inspired.

Masterlist

Luther Hargreeves

-Luther is immediately very flustered, you’d think he just stumbled out of the middle ages with how concerned about propriety he is in this situation, and he can barely form a coherent sentence

-He offers to take the floor, but if you do the same and/or insist on sharing he’ll quickly compromise on the latter if for no other reason than not wanting to disagree with you, but that decision has his heart racing a mile a minute

-He feels very self-conscious about taking up most of the bed, so any reassurance from you that you’re comfortable, or better yet, like his closeness absolutely melts him

-He stays half awake all night, too afraid of doing something embarrassing in his sleep to get any proper rest, but his contentment to just enjoy your nearness still makes it one of the best nights of his life

-Since he was already awake (and he’s a total sweetheart) he gets up early to scavenge you two up a breakfast in the morning, enjoying this slice of domesticity with you a little longer

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego says he’ll take the floor, but if you even slightly question that choice he gets embarrassed and defensive, suggesting you two share the bed just to prove that he ‘doesn’t care’

-Obviously he does care, outwardly he keeps his cool, but on the inside he’s swarming with butterflies like he’s a teenager

-As much as he tries to appear aloof, he’s actually being so considerate, checking if you’re comfortable more than once and making sure he isn’t touching you at all

-He’s not the easiest sleeper, tense and alert, and at first lying next to his crush doesn’t exactly help, but as the two of you talk and banter a little, the tension starts to defuse and he actually finds your presence very soothing

-He’s the type to get cuddly in his sleep, much to his shame and annoyance in the morning, he doesn’t let himself enjoy the amazing feeling of holding you in his arms for even a full minute before he’s scrambling back to his side of the bed and pretending to be asleep

Allison Hargreeves

-Allison can be a grown up about this, there’s only one bed, why wouldn’t you share it? She’s not indifferent but she doesn’t overanalyse the situation either

-She gladly embraces the domesticity of the scenario though, drawing out her nightly routine, and getting chattier than usual, trying to savor this experience that she’s wanted for so long

-She’s also trying to make sure you feel at ease too, figuring if you do feel awkward, that’ll fade as the two of you talk and unwind

-She is prone to nightmares, so don’t be surprised if you’re startled awake in the middle of the night and put in the unenviable position of trying to ease her, but she for one is very glad that it’s you she wakes up to

-Speaking of waking up, sunrise is the peak of this experience for her, feeling yours and her tangled limbs, seeing how peaceful you look while you sleep, it's the kind of moment she understands the importance of cherishing

Klaus Hargreeves

-Klaus suggests sharing, he’s slept under way more awkward circumstances next to people he’s felt way more uncomfortable around, it’s really no big deal

-He has to remind himself to keep his thoughts PG a couple of times and can’t get through the night without making at least one innuendo but overall he is respectful and won't likely make you uncomfortable

-Though he can keep his thoughts clean it's harder to keep them platonic, the longing he feels being so close to you is nearly overwhelming and he wishes so badly that the context was different

-With you by his side he sleeps more peacefully than he has in… ever, it actually kind of amazes him

-He's in no rush to leave your side in the morning, the sleep clouding his brain making him all too willing to forget his reservations and cuddle up to you for as long as you'll have him

Viktor Hargreeves

-Ever the gentleman, Viktor immediately offers to take the floor, but he feels quite heart-warmed by you insisting on sharing

-Even platonically the intimacy of sharing a bed means so much to someone as affectionate starved as him, but with the added context of you being his crush this experience feels like a mini miracle

-He's pretty nervous though, triple checking that you're okay with this and minimizing his own space as much as possible when he gets into bed

-He relaxes with some reassurance and the two of you quickly get comfortable, starting up a random conversation that's meant to segway into sleep but could keep you talking all night if you're not careful

-As opposed to the anxious start to the night, waking up next to each other feels like the most natural thing in the world

Lila Pitts

-Lila's thrilled, she doesn’t immediately suggest sharing but she makes it clear she’s not sleeping on the floor and is all too happy to accommodate you if you won't either

-If you do try to give her the bed and take the floor though she stops playing coy and basically tells you to grow up and share with her, insisting it’s no big deal

-But to her it is a big deal, honestly she can't believe she didn't plan this herself it's that perfect, she can barely fight back an unending smile

-Though keeping things sfw she does lay the flirting on thicker than usual and pays close attention to how you react to that and the situation you're in throughout the night

-As bold as she is she isn't actually used to this kind of closeness and the intimacy of sleeping next to her crush does start making her slightly nervous, but luckily your presence has a way of making her feel better

Ben Hargreeves

-Ben’s not exactly a go with the flow type, if you’re put in a position where there’s meant to be two beds and there’s only one, he’s gonna try to get his other bed

-Ands it’s only after all his demands fall on deaf ears that he even registers the implications of sharing the one, nervousness quickly sets in but he tries not to show it, avoiding looking at you and giving his usual sass

-He does offer you the bed, sounding more begrudging than he actually is, it’s actually his preferred solution, cause as spoiled as he acts he could never sleep comfortably at your expense

-But of course you insist on sharing and as soon as he’s laying next to you, he confirms what a bad idea this was, he’s just as flustered as he feared he would be, maybe more so

-He pretends to fall asleep as soon as possible so you won’t catch on to how he’s feeling, but actually he’s awake and on edge for hours

Sloane Hargreeves

-Sloane has encountered this scenario in more than one romance novel before, so her brain just goes wild with the possibilities

-You’re the one to suggest sharing the bed, and it absolutely melts her heart, it's sweet and it's a relief to know you're comfortable being this close to her

-She always has a hard time hiding her crush on you, but she’s never been so flustered before, the butterflies in her stomach verge on painful

-But she's also giddy and her contagious enthusiasm guarantees the two of you will have a good night, your energy is half 'slumber party' and half 'married couple's nightly routine'

-The experience is wonderful for not just Sloane but you as well, because even if you didn't have a crush on her before, spending a night with her surely makes you realize you want to spend many more with her

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Boyfriend's Best friend | Han Jisung

•Synopsis: Like the embers shared between you and your boyfriend's bestie, boundaries are burned away until there's nothing but smoke and ash. Can you come back from being too badly burned by the mistake you two made? Or will the bitter taste remain, ruining everything?

•Pairings: Han Jisung x Female Reader

•Content Includes: smut, cheating, unprotected sex, heavy use of weed, betrayal, lies, secrets, regret, heartbreak, college au, friends to ?

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Your boyfriend of one year is cheating on you.

You knew that; he just doesn't know that you know. Even his best friend knows you know, but out of respect for your wishes, he's kept quiet. Why? Because despite Danny and Jisung being inseparable since diapers, Jisung has been a true friend to you since you met Danny at the coffee shop years ago. Jisung isn't just someone you share music theory class with; he's also the vocalist and lead guitarist of the band Respirator, where you play the drums.

So you've got an alliance with Jisung. He was there for you the night you found out. Alone in the campus auditorium, you texted Jisung. Your first instinct was to call your best friend Ana, but interrupting her date with Chris was out of the question. Jisung stayed with you in that cold, creepy theater and let you cry into his chest for hours. He just couldn't understand why you continued to stay, why you continued to let Danny fuck you, knowing he's fucking someone else. He knew where his friend was before he'd come back to their shared apartment and yet he'd hear your moans through the poorly insulated walls.

“I have no excuse for him, Y/N. He's an asshole for playing you like this. I've tried to get him to see the error of his ways, but fuck… he's only thinking with his dick,” Jisung says, shaking his head and glancing at his friend who's fast asleep on the couch.

A night of forgotten textbooks and study notes overtaken by weed, beer, and pizza has knocked your boyfriend out cold. You don't look in the direction of the couch; instead, you inhale the hot smoke from the joint between your fingers, letting your head fall back before blowing the smoke into the air. You lay down on the hard cedarwood floor, your foot lightly bumping one of the many pillows piled up in one corner where Jisung sits.

“Yeah, there's no point in talking to him, Ji. He'll only do what he wants, not what's right,” you say, taking another hit and passing it over to Jisung.

Your fingers brush when he reaches for it, and you feel tempted to crawl over to him so he can hug the numb feeling in your chest away. You could use some genuine affection after watching Danny sneak off earlier with the excuse of needing to speak to his Tech professor. But if Mr. Campbell has turned into a little blonde with pigtails and a short pink skirt, then he most definitely wasn't in a meeting with his professor.

The little blonde… you don't even know who she is or if she even goes to college. The only thing you know is that you are nothing like her. Where her wardrobe is probably ninety percent pink, yours is ninety percent black. Typical style of a girl in a band: your jeans have rips in them and are either too tight or too loose. Your shirts are a bit of the same; sometimes they hug the curves of your breasts and waist, other times they swallow you up. Your thoughts are heavy in your smoky, hazy mind, and the soft strumming from Jisung's guitar sets the ambiance of your momentary self-pity.

“Maybe I should change up my style, Ji. Do you think then he might love me again?”

God, that sounds awful, you think as soon as the words leave your mouth. You cover your face with your hands and then drape them over your stomach. The baggy My Chemical Romance band tee has bunched up, and your midsection feels the occasional breeze from the open window, making you shiver.

“Nah, Y/N, don't think that. Your style is what makes you, you. If he can't see how hot you are no matter what you wear, then that's his problem, not yours,” Jisung says seriously.

You hear him suck in the smoke and exhale slowly. With heavy lids, you turn your head to the side and look at him. He smiles as his fingers glide over the strings of his fiery red guitar, his eyes half-lidded and pink with a lazy smile.

“Thanks, Ji,” you mumble and return the equally lazy smile.

He keeps his eyes on you, his gaze lingering longer than usual, and it unexpectedly makes your pulse race. There's something about his eyes that has always had a hypnotic effect on you. Siren eyes, they lure you in, making it impossible to escape unless he lets his gaze drop. He closes his eyes when the smoke threatens to get in them, breaking the hold you weren’t even aware he had on you.

The joint hangs from his lips, a thin trail of smoke billowing up around the rim of his hat and curling toward the ceiling. He inhales slowly, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhales and opens his eyes, watching the way you look at him. So laid-back with that dreamy expression on your face, his thoughts betray him for the third time tonight. An image created from smoke appears in his mind: you're looking at him exactly the way you are now, only you're on your knees as he cradles your face in his hands, fucking himself into your warm mouth. That’s the tamest fantasy he's had tonight. The others are far more explicit, like scenes pulled straight from a hentai.

Throughout the night, Jisung struggled to focus on any of his study material. It wasn't just because he was mentally drained from studying. Sure, that was part of it, but the sight of you chewing on your lush pink lips while you went over your notes for music theory kept distracting him. They looked so soft and your constant chewing made them red and puffy. He wondered if you dug your teeth into the flesh just like that when Danny was inside you. He couldn't help but picture you whimpering and whining past your trapped bottom lip while he drilled his dick into your sweet pussy. He already knows what you sound like so it's not hard to imagine the faces you would make.

He couldn't shake the image of those same lips of yours being covered in his warm, sticky cum. His imagination was too vivid with you right in front of him and the weed from the gummy he ate before you and Danny showed up. He had been rock hard and throbbing for hours, making studying beyond frustrating. It turned into a battle with his own mind. So he was more than happy to welcome the smoke sesh. Sure, he felt a bit guilty for daydreaming about his buddy's girl, but it's not like he'd ever act on it. It's all just harmless thoughts, he told himself. It's not like he was in love with you or anything… he just found you to be the embodiment of perfection in human form. Seriously, Danny calls you Jisung's twin more times than you're aware, so it's natural for him to think of you as the coolest chick he's ever met. You wouldn't be in the band he created if he didn't think highly of you.

“You want another hit?” he asks, holding the joint out to you with his index finger and thumb.

Your eyes lock onto his hands, noticing the multiple silver rings that decorate each of his long fingers and the veins that crisscross the back of his. More times than you can count you've heard girls talking about how sexy his hands were and you never noticed how right they are until now. Noticing the way his fingers loosely wraps around the neck of the guitar, your brain goes to the gutter and starts wondering if that's how he holds his cock when he's jerking off to the sound of you getting fucked. You know he does it. You could see it in his face one day when you bumped into him on the way to the bathroom. His hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed and the large swallow he made when your bodies connected told you what he was doing in the next room.

With a slow nod, you sit up and move closer and take it from him, your fingers brushing against his again only this time there's something that passes between you but you ignore it, bringing the joint to your lips and taking a deep drag.

You inhale deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs before you exhale slowly, watching the tendrils curl into the air. You feel the heat, the burn of the smoke and it feels almost euphoric. The room feels warmer, cozier, and everything with your boyfriend is forgotten for now with more thc in you. Jisung watches you, completely captivated by the way you wrap your lips around the filter end gently and suck in the smoke. His eyes darken for just a second before he pats the space in front of him on the floor.

“Come here, I'll teach you the basics,” he says, his voice low and inviting.

“Really?” you ask excitedly after taking another puff and setting the joint into the ashtray. He chuckles, nodding with a large smile your way.

You close the distance, settling between his legs with your back to his front and it feels like the most normal natural thing in the world. He hands you the instrument resting it in your lap, and his arms encircle you as he guides your hands to the strings. The heat of his body seeps into yours, and you can feel his breath against your neck, slow and even. His breath is warm, smelling faintly of the weed you just shared, and sugary soda that's oddly comforting to you.

“What song do you want to play?” he asks, his voice a soft hush against your ear. The sensation to your ear and the deep rumble on your back from when he speaks, makes you shiver involuntarily.

You think for a moment, your mind swimming through the smoky haze and then you smile. "Thinking Out Loud?" you say phrasing it like a question.

He chuckles softly, his breath tickling your ear. "Ah, my man Sheeran. Good choice, y/n. Not gonna lie, I thought you'd pick one of our songs." he murmurs, taking your hand in his and begins to guide your fingers over the strings.

The notes are clumsy at first, your movements unsure but Jisung is patient, his hands steady as he teaches you the chords. You giggle softly as you fumble through the chords, “Good thing I'm a drummer. This is harder than it looks.” You say with a laugh and Jisung’s laughter mingles with yours.

His hands are warm and strong, his touch firm but gentle. He's the perfect guitar teacher, kind and informative. Once you start to get the hang of playing, he lets you play on your own, his arms still loosely around you, elbows resting on his knees. He begins to sing softly, his voice smooth and melodic fills the room and your heart with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

"... People fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just the touch of a hand,"

His voice is mesmerizing, hypnotic even and you’re impressed. You've heard him sing but nothing as soft as this. Each note wraps around you like a tight embrace. You join in on the last four verses, the thc boosting your confidence and your voices come together sweetly. The song ends with the last note and chord lingering in the air. You’re giggling excitedly, so lost in the music, that you almost don’t notice the hardness pressing against your back until your laughter subsides. Your body feels suddenly hot when you do, a flush spreading across your skin. You turn your head slightly to look at him, intending to say something, but the words catch in your throat.

He knows you can feel it, how can you not? He's rock hard. It's not that he was thinking of anything particularly sexy. It was your singing voice that did it for him. The way your voices mingled together sounded hauntingly beautiful to him. Not to mention the barely noticeable vibration through your body when you sang. He has no control over the effect you had on him. He willed is dick to go down the entire time you two sang but there was nothing he could do but pray you wouldn't notice. That was out of the question once your laughter shook your body. His cock twitched  inside of his shorts, pulsating against your back. He held his breath and hoped you wouldn't say anything but you turned to look at him. You parted your lips prepared to speak but said nothing, only quiet panting made its way out of you. The way you looked at him, the way you felt in his arms and your lips, right there so close to his, made something inside of him crack.

Before you can react, Jisung’s lips are on yours, kissing you with sudden urgency. Your mind goes blank, every thought drowned out by the intensity of the kiss. His hands are on your hips, pulling you back closer to him like you'll drift away like the smoke of the joints from earlier. You can’t help but respond, your fingers tangling in his hair knocking his hat off as you kiss him back desperate for more. Jisung’s grip on you tightens as his tongue explores your mouth with a desperate need. The guitar is forgotten, pushed aside as he shifts, turning you so that you're facing him. He gently lays you down onto the pile of pillows on the floor, his body pressing you down into the pile that feels like clouds. The sensation is overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, it's all amplified by the cannabis coursing through your veins.

"Y/N," Jisung whispers, his voice rough with desire, as he presses his clothed erection against your core. The friction is maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you and you moan in response as your hips come up off the ground, bucking against him.

You're not thinking anymore, your hands just move on their own seeking more of what's making you feel so good. Everything around you is hazy and black around the edges like a dream. All you’re aware of is the incredible sensation that seems to take over your entire body.

"Jisung…" you breathe, your voice trembling.

He looks at you, his eyes dark with desire. He silently pleads for you to tell him to stop but you can't. You don't want him to stop. You want him, need him in a way that you can't describe with words.

"Don't stop." you whisper back, your voice barely audible. “More.”

He growls low in his throat, his hands squeezing your hips as he starts to move faster, the pressure building, driving you both closer to the edge. It feels incredible, each rub, each thrust sending sparks of electricity through you. Jisung’s hips move faster, his breath coming in harsh pants as he grinds against you. You can feel yourself getting close, building to a crescendo and you know he's close too, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He doesn't care that he's about to cum in his pants just from dry humping you. You feel so damn incredible in his arms. But you stop him suddenly, your hands on his chest and he looks at you with wide glassy eyes. 

"I need you inside me." you say, your voice breathy and husky.

He stops his movements, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice thick with lust.

You nod, your hands moving to his shorts, tugging them down. "Yes. Please. Fuck me, Jisung."

In the haze of weed and pleasure, a thought cuts through the fog. This is wrong. Danny is just a few feet away, sleeping peacefully in Jisung’s bed. But the thought is fleeting, quickly drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of Jisung’s body pressing into yours. He fumbles with his shorts, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. You lift your hips, helping him slide your leggings and panties down in one quick move. Back between your legs, he positions himself at your entrance and a bead of precum forms, dripping down and disappearing into one of the pillows. His eyes meet yours as he rubs the head of his cock up and over your folds, collecting your arousal and getting tip nice and wet. You shudder keeping your eyes locked onto his. 

He rubs the length of his cock against you, teasing your clit in a circular motion. Maybe if he doesn't actually fuck you, it's not that big of a betrayal to his friend, he thinks lamely, knowing how idiotic that sounds. Still, Jisung convinces himself that if there's no actual penetration, maybe he won't feel so guilty. If he just gets you both off like this, he could somewhat live with himself.

Your body shakes under him each time he thrusts upward, and he can feel your pussy getting wetter, making things far more slippery. "Yeah, you can cum like this, y/n, I know you can. Just cum like this for me. Fuck, let me cum on your stomach, and we can innocently continue our night," he coaxes you inside his head, his hips moving faster. You're so wet that Jisung slips and slides over your pussy with ease. He misjudges when he goes to push up again, moving far too quickly and slams hard into your cunt, making you both moan louder than intended. Both of you freeze, glancing over at Danny as he shifts in his sleep and rolls over to face the back of the couch.

“Oh fuck,” you and Jisung groan quietly in unison, trying to stay still with your hearts beating fast with fear.

"Fuck, you're so tight, y/n," he groans, his voice quiet and strained. "You feel so fucking good."

He starts to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. But it doesn't take long for the need to take over and soon he's fucking you forcefully and fast, his hips slamming into yours with a desperate intensity. Each thrust hits a spot deep inside you, that makes you want to scream. You close your eyes and see spots of lights behind your lids in the same purple hue that glows around the TV in the room. You can barely form coherent thoughts, the pleasure overwhelming your senses. All you can do is moan his name, over and over, as he takes your pleasure higher. The room is filled with the slapping sounds of skin against skin, the wet, obscene noises of your arousal mixing with your moans and his grunts.

He leans down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. His tongue explores your mouth with the same intensity as his thrusts and you can taste the sweet saltiness of his sweat on his skin. His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples through your bra, adding to the onslaught of sensations. You can’t keep your hands off him, your fingers dig into his back as he fucks you hard, gliding down his skin making thin faint red lines. Jisung's thoughts are a mess. He's never felt like this before, never been this out of control. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, that he's betraying his best friend, but he can't stop. Your pussy feels too good to him, too perfect. You're perfect. The way your pussy pulls him in and squeezes his cock. It's heaven to him.

“So wet… oh god. So fucking perfect, y/n. Fuck,” he whispers, looking down at you.

You can only moan in response, your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrusts harder, faster. The pleasure is a flame setting you both ablaze. It’s messy and intense, growing bigger and wilder with every touch and movement amplified by the high.

“Say my name,” he demands, his voice rough.

Jisung’s dominance surprises you, the way he takes control, guiding your body with a confidence that leaves you breathless. You open your eyes and gasp at the expression on his face. His face is a contradiction of emotions.

“Jisung!” you cry out, the pleasure overwhelming.

“That’s right,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. He rubs it in time with his thrusts, sending you spiraling toward the edge. “Just like that, baby,” he groans, with a smirk on his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Ji… Jisung, I’m close.” you gasp, your hands pulling him closer. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. The tension coils tighter and tighter inside you.

"Cum when I tell you to, y/n. Just a little more." he moans, closing his eyes. "Ah! Little more, a little more, baby. Yeah... oh fuck." He whispers, slowing his pace to pull out of you completely and thrust back in quickly.

He can feel himself getting closer and he starts to move faster. His thrusts become more frantic, more crazed, and you can’t hold back any longer. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge, the pleasure is too overwhelming. You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as your body tenses and the orgasm hits. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure floods through your veins leaving you breathless, shaking.

"Ji, Ji I'm cumming!" you gasp, your hands gripping him hard feeling him batter your cervix with the head of his cock.

Jisung’s grip tightens on your hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Yeah, cum for me," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "Cum all over my cock, baby. Oh fuck!"

Your walls clench around him, milking his cock as he continues to pound into you. With a loud moan, you fall apart. Your orgasm rips through you with an intensity that leaves you feeling utterly and thoroughly fucked and incapacitated.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, y/n! I'm cumming-Ah!" he groans loudly, eyes squeezing shut.

He thrusts a few more times before he cums, spilling into you as he moans your name. The feeling of his warmth filling you is almost too much and it prolongs your orgasm, leaving you trembling and spent beneath him.

For a few seconds you both don't move, panting hard as your breathing slowly returns to its regular pace but as the high of the orgasm fades, reality crashes down like a tidal wave. Jisung pulls out of you quickly, his face full of panic and regret.

"What the fuck did we do?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands shake as he runs them through his hair, over and over, looking like he's on the verge of a breakdown.

“What did I do? I'm dreaming... yeah. I gotta be,” he screams internally. But the warmth of your pussy around him, still lingers, insisting otherwise. He glances down, seeing his cock slick and creamy with your cum, more undeniable evidence of what just happened. This wasn’t a weed-induced wet dream; he’s done the unthinkable— he's fucked his best friend's girlfriend.

You sit up and reach out to comfort him, but he flinches away from your touch, the gesture cutting you like a knife. "I don’t regret it," you whisper, your voice trembling but sincere. But the look on his face is clear; he does.

"We can’t do this again," Jisung says, his voice firm but soft. "No matter how amazing it felt, we can’t. I... I can't betray Danny like that again, jagi. Fuck, y/n. I'm sorry."

Despite knowing you shouldn't, you can't help it; you lean in and your lips meet his. For a sweet, blissful second, Jisung kisses you back. You could blame your actions on the weed but you know you're more aware when you're high than when you're drunk. Jisung breaks the kiss and covers his mouth with his hands, glancing over at his sleeping friend.

“This is wrong, y/n. So, so fucking wrong,” he whispers, his voice filled with pain. “I've known Danny since we were in diapers. What happened... It was a mistake. We can't…”

His face is full of pain and confusion, tears threatening to spill over. You want to reach out, to comfort him, but he doesn't even want you near him let alone touch him now. That realization shatters you. Your own eyes sting with the threat of tears and you turn away, quickly gathering your clothes to hide your face.

You nod, fighting back tears as you get dressed. The lingering taste of weed on your tongue now tastes like ash and guilt gnaws at your insides at seeing Jisung so conflicted. He watches you, his silence heavy with all the words he wishes he could say. He wants to stop you, to pull you into his arms and kiss away the tears that threaten to fall but he knows he can't. You're Danny's girlfriend even if he doesn't deserve you. Jisung's already fucked up once, he can't again no matter what his heart is telling him.

Your hands are trembling while you fumble to pull on your pants, wishing there was something you could say to make things better. The silence is deafening, broken only by your shaky breathing and Danny's soft snoring. You gather your textbooks and notes, desperately trying to hold yourself together, to not break down before you can make out the door. Jisung lets you go, his heart breaking with every step you take. Inside, he's screaming for you to stay, but he doesn’t move. He just lets you go because he knows that it’s for the best.

"I'm sorry, Ji." you say, your voice cracking. "I’m so sorry..."

Your voice sounds broken and It's barely audible, but it feels like a scream in the silence. When your hand turns the knob, the tears finally spill over and you rush through the open door. The door closes behind you with a finality that feels like a knife to the heart.

Jisung stares blankly at the door as it shuts, the lingering scent of sex and weed hanging in the air. The bitter taste of disloyalty and heartache, like poison, is bitter on his tongue. He collapses onto the floor after pulling up his shorts and buries his face in his hands. The room feels emptier than ever and Danny's sleeping presence is a constant reminder of the betrayal, making him want to throw up.

"Y/N... what the fuck have we done?" he whispers to himself, his voice breaking with a choking sob, wondering if you two will ever get through this without being burned even more.

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Benny Week Day 1: Spells

I wanted to explore some of the spell mishaps that are alluded to but not seen in the show, but ended up focusing on one. This is the story of the inside-out goldfish, as remembered by Benny during the opening sequence to Independence Daze, of all places.

(Fic under the cut)

DON'T MAKE ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU

Despite his outward deflection of Ethan’s mocking, Benny had to admit, if only to himself, that conjuring a toll booth wasn’t exactly his best work. Still, when was it ever? Even if he were to concede that, ok, maybe he wasn’t always as awesome at magic as he had a tendency to make out— which he wasn’t, he was still a rockstar… Even then, he didn’t know how his so-called friends justified their relentless criticism of his talents. Grandma, at least, he could understand… But even then: was a little respect so much to ask for?

He sighed internally, forcibly maintaining his strained expression as Sarah lowered her head to respond to him, comically exaggerating each and every syllable of her scathing response in just the right way to make Benny’s teeth grind a little harder against each other, holding back bitter words that he was too mature to stoop to… and too immature to improve upon. In spite of their sizeable height difference, Sarah managed to somehow talk down to him, leveraging both the height of the kitchen stools and Benny’s own misfortune to deliver the words as if to a child. Every new jab left his mouth burning from the acid rising on his tongue.

The Cyberdontist comment was just enough to tip him over the edge— quite literally, as he found himself leaning over the side of the counter to defend his ‘stupid’ childhood nightmare. “Hey,” he defended, “Cyberdontist came to this planet to fill our cavities with pain.” It wasn’t his fault if she didn’t understand the source material well enough to be as scared as the film warranted.

His dignity defended, Benny sat back upright, closing his mouth once again; content to let the argument slide.

Content until he caught another glimpse of Ethan’s non-committal disinterest. At which point, he could feel a twinge in his lip again, calling him to speak out against the unfairness. Once again, everyone was teamed up against him… and why? It was hypocrisy! Everything Ethan and Sarah did was golden, and yet everything he did was insufficient. Damn the fact that he was the one actually learning and trying out new things— let’s all focus on the things he did badly. And, sure, maybe he’d made a few mistakes. Maybe more than a few… But he was embracing magic. He was getting better! “And at least I’m not hiding from myself,” He spat back.

It was a petty retort, and the fall in Sarah’s expression told him it had hit as below the belt as he’d intended it to, even if her feigned misunderstanding suggested otherwise. Petty or not, he’d won the argument.

It was something.

Even in the moment, he could tell he was getting too defensive, but he found himself past the point of caring, deafening himself to the remainder of the spite-filled conversation as he pretended to be engaged with his phone. He was really starting to get sick of everyone’s constant digs at his magic.

More than anything, he was sick of people asking for things that they didn’t understand: ‘zap him,’ ‘cover me,’ ‘magic us a way out of this…’  Everyone was fine with pushing him to do more, but no one really wanted to face the realities of what 'more' looked like. That was a lesson he’d learned early on.

He remembered it vividly— sprawled out on the lawn next to Ethan on a warm Saturday afternoon in mid-September, spellbook in hand and the world at his feet. He’d barely discovered the supernatural, and yet they’d already gone toe-to-toe with both ancient vampires, and the cast of Pet Semetary— another one of his less proud moments. Still, he remembered it being, in part, the searing guilt that followed the incident that pushed him towards learning some combat-capable spells. It had also inspired his unconventional choice of test victim. After all, he’d only recently experienced how little threat the goldfish in the garden pond really posed to them.

He remembered talking Ethan into watching him try it too— the slightly bemused look that told Benny he was willing to let everything play out, even if he was skeptical. Still, Benny had guaranteed him as assuredly as Kirk would his crew, that everything was going to work out just fine. Misplaced confidence in his novice Latin would set him up to fail like this more than once. In this particular instance, it had convinced him that he was set out to immobilize a fish… Only, the goldfish ended up a little more than immobilized.

That was the part he remembered most— one hand on the book and one extended, fingers splayed so far he could feel the tension in the base of his fingers. He remembered the semi-familiar words leaving his lips, curling around the ancient syllables in an alien way— kinda like Klingon, with a sort-of Romulan twang, and just a hint of Cylon— then the resulting spark of energy, pulsing under the skin before crackling through the tension, bursting into a beam of unnaturally purple light as it sought out its intended target... then promptly tore the poor goldfish’s organs out through its mouth.

He remembered the painful moments before the creature finally stopped its frantic writhing— watching, immobilized as the fish’s insides continued to pulsate weakly in a futile attempt to keep it alive. Did it know it was going to die? Benny wasn’t sure if he took a single breath as he observed. Did it know he’d killed it? Absently, he could recall Ethan dry-heaving next to him, horrified by the effect, but he didn’t have it in him to break his concentration from the pond. Was all life this fragile?

After the goldfish, Ethan didn’t want to watch untested spells with him anymore. Worse, his skepticism towards Benny had moved towards concern. This, he had found worrying in and of itself— in part, because Ethan didn’t have the whole picture. Sure, it had been an accident— and Benny was terrified that he didn’t know how to fix it— but, even still, Benny knew Ethan wouldn’t understand what it felt like to end a life with only a word. It was horrifying. It was unthinkably cruel, and unimaginably easy, and it left that pulsing feeling under his skin— the surge of power— along with a sick twinge of satisfaction. That was worse than the fear— the guilt. Benny, of course, had tried to laugh the incident off, but even his humour failed to take the edge off the situation straight away. He wasn’t sure if he’d failed to convince Ethan, or himself.

It was at times like this, when he was enduring yet another criticism, that he was convinced of the latter.

Because, at times like this, when everyone was yelling at him about not doing enough with magic, he could feel that pulsing stronger than ever— a constant buzzing in his ears, and a tightness in his fingertips. Would they be happy if he burned everything down? His fingers sped up on the keyboard of his phone. Would they admit they were wrong if he tore their enemies inside-out? He swallowed down a wave of emotion. Would Ethan still look at him the same?

Pulling himself from the thoughts just in time to tune back in to the end of his grandma’s seemingly ongoing speech, he could’ve laughed at the irony: “You have to work together.”

Instead, his response was defeated, “…Yeah.”

They were asking for things that they didn’t understand.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 11 - Antagonists

The rogue makes a discovery.

On AO3.

Astarion’s illustrious leader is flagging. She says nothing about it—doesn’t like to complain, that one. At first he thought her silence was some silly notion of noble sacrifice. He knows the type. But after their tadpole encounter, he suspects the true reason likes in much baser instincts.

Ones he understands too well.

She’s upheld her end of their alliance. Went so far as to let him feed on her. He should probably repay that.

“Darling, I think we’ve trudged enough for the day,” he says. “I have no idea how anyone does this all the time.”

“You sure?” she says. “I think we’re in a real big cavern, now. Lots of fuck off mushrooms.”

He’s heard many stories of the Underdark—one of the few memories that survived the gaping pit that is the last two hundred years are books of Drizzt Do’urdan. He does know that mushrooms in the Underdark can mean bounty or bane.

“Are any of them glowing?” he says.

A pause. “They all are?”

He makes an amused sound. “What color, my dear.”

“Blue, mostly. Why? They ain’t gonna poison us or nothing, right?”

He’s never heard mention of blue being a bad thing. He’s also never heard of it being a good thing, either. “I suppose we’ll find out, won’t we?”

He lets her go about setting up his…their? No, still his tent. Even if she will likely sleep inside it. Now that they’re out of whatever offshoot they’d landed in, there’s a greater chance of them finding the local fauna. And flora. Which, being the Underdark, can be even more dangerous.

While she busies herself, he takes a moment to un-sling his bag and rummage. He doesn’t remember sequestering away food—he has no need of it���but he tends to grab before thinking (their dear cleric still has yet to thank him for procuring her shiny, new weapon).

Alas, he finds nothing of the sort. Until his fingers brush polished wood and he remembers a box.

It’s about as long as his forearm. Less any kind of shipping crate, and more of a hinged chest. His fingers find the lock on the front, but he’s never needed to see to work his picks.

He gets to work cracking it open. He’s heard of the Zhentarim, obviously. They infest Baldur’s Gate. He’s led a few back to Cazador a time or two, but not often.. They tend to notice their own going missing, and drawing attention would end very, very badly for him.

Still, the lock falls apart easily. Like it wanted to bequeath its contents to him.

“What’cha got?”

Footsteps as his companion sidles over.

“A gift from those dreadful people we ran into when the wizard panicked,” he says.

She thinks on that a moment. “You stole it?”

He scoffs. Places a hand on his chest. “Stole implies criminal intent, darling, and they’re thieves. This was merely…reparations. For their rude behavior.”

“Jesus lord,” she says, and he wonders why she prays to a god when she seems to despise them all.

The hinges of the box are well-oiled. The chest barely whispers as he opens it, and the goods within are covered by a velvet cloth. Clearly not simple items. This was destined for a particular buyer, or to a high-end seller, at least.

“Shall we see what they were transporting?” he says, grinning and drumming his fingers on the lip of the chest.

She’s a bleeding heart in some respects, but not in this, he thinks. When she sighs, he knows he has her.

“Why not,” she says like he can’t feel the warmth radiating off of her body as she seats herself close enough to touch.

He pulls back the velvet. Finds cool metal—a chain hanging with gemstones. And something else. Magic whispers through what he’s sure is a necklace. What it is, he doesn’t know.

“That’s pretty,” his illustrious leader says.

“It’s magic.”

She makes an interested hum. “D’you know how? Like, what it does?”

He picks it up. Feels the weight on two of his fingers. It’s something light. Reminds him of the pre-dawn fog, of slipping into shadows.

“No,” he says.

A pause. Then, “Is that one of them things you think you can learn?”

He’s more useful to her if he learns magic. More useful to himself, as well.

“It’s rather difficult picking things up without any instruction, darling.”

“I thought elves had ‘proclivities?’”

This cheeky—

She’s teasing him. Honestly teasing him, her voice pitched lower, the last word with an inflection he realizes is her attempt at his own accent. And what’s more, he can hear a smile in her voice.

It’s not malicious, he thinks. She’s not really the sort. She’s fully capable of ruthlessness, possibly even cattiness, but he doesn’t think she’s aiming to hurt him. Not at all.

She’s issuing a good-natured challenge.

He digs beneath the next square of velvet the necklace sat upon to find cool, glass bottles. Potions, though he doesn’t know what kind. Something else rests beneath those, also wrapped in soft cloth.

“And what do I get if I learn this spell?” he says, adding just the right amount of tone to make implications.

To which she, predictably, bowls right over. “Aside from my respect, a cool spell to go with your new necklace?”

Ah, jewelry and flattery. She’s learning quickly.

He grabs the last thing in that chest. And as his hand closes around it, the shape registers. It could be something else—a flute or another potion or even the hilt of some long-lost, legendary weapon shattered to pieces to await the coming of some predicted, boring hero. But he doubts it, and he can feel the grin stretching over his lips hard enough to wrinkle his nose.

“Oh what the fuck,” his leader says.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You got that grin. Looks like a goddamn goblin.”

Well. Then he unwraps it, and he’s right—it’s too solid, too heavy for an instrument. It’s curiously…pliable? Then it lands on his bare palm and he cackles.

He holds a cock. Not a real one, obviously (those tend to wither and shrivel once severed). But a fake, a phallus, the kind of item one goes to a specialty atelier to procure.

“It seems our Zhentarim friends are branching out into new business ventures,” he says.

It’s a weighty thing. Most are made of metal or sometimes glass, if one can afford it. Others, cheaper ones, are made of polished wood or leather. Neither of those are particularly good for long term use, but this…this is something else. Something strange.

He squeezes and it gives. It’s about average length, slightly thicker than usual but nothing distressing. It’s got a well-shaped tip, with what he can tell are ridges of a foreskin. All of it…squishy, yet firm enough to keep shape. And it’s soft on the outside.

“Some little lordling must have paid quite the sum for this,” he says.

It’s probably the closest to a real cock he’s ever felt. Still not completely accurate, but a good attempt. It even has a velvety texture when he brushes his fingers along it.

Next to him, his illustrious leader hasn’t said a word. Poor, poor virgin.

And yet…he heard camp chatter. What she’s seen in her magical crystal square. And she was unperturbed at the horror they found in that shack, with the bugbear and the ogress. She’s seen such things. Just never experienced them before. That pathetic godling that tried to seduce her (and then drugged her, the wretched cunt) had been traipsing about cock-out and she’d had no problem.

Surely her own people make such goods. Every people make such goods—even ogres, if they can polish a tree branch well enough.

The phallus has a flat base, flared into a thick, precisely cut circle made of the same curiously pliable material. Then his fingers find carvings along that flat rim. It takes him a moment to figure out it’s some kind of…writing? Shapes he doesn’t recognize carved into the material.

“I wonder why they only have the one?” he says. “Surely something like this would sell quite well. You’d think they’d offer a selection, if someone is trying to establish a new market.”

His leader remains silent. So on a lark, Astarion gives the phallus a few pumps. It’s too dry to really have a go (what in the hells could it be made of?), but still easy to imagine how it would feel slicked up. Offer a bit of drag—

Why is she so silent? She’s been so curious about everything until now. Here he is, with a unique item he’d have sworn she’d be asking questions about at least? It can’t be maidenly shyness. Not with everything he knows about her—

A unique item. Material he’s never felt before, never even heard of. Letters he doesn’t recognize. Not from the Sword Coast. Not from Faerun.

…possibly not from Toril?

“Darling,” he lilts.

Her silence grows heavy. One might even call it belligerent.

The laugh bursts out of him. A cackle. Loud and rough and straight from his chest. His head falls back before he can recover and turn to the sound of her rapid little heartbeat.

“Oh no, darling. Oh no, you didn’t.”

“I wasn’t…” she mumbles. He can too easily visualize her chin tucked down, as if she’s trying to hide.

His lips and cheeks hurt. He can’t ever remember that happening for a laugh. This is too precious.

“Of all the things to bring with you? Dearest.”

“I didn’t mean to,” she says, finally admitting it. “I’s reaching for my phone, probably.”

Her accent gets strong whenever her emotions run high. How adorable.

“Where would you keep items so important you’d try to snatch them up while being abducted in the night by mindflayers?”

She mumbles again. “Under the pillow.”

To which he laughs again. Manages to keep it mostly contained to a snicker.

“Are you sure, darling? Only, that’s awfully convenient, no? It would seem to me that our be-tentacled friends interrupted some fun. Though there’s nothing wrong with that.”

Another sullen silence. And then she opens her mouth and he knows he’s scored a point when she says, “You are the worst.”

He strokes the phallus again. Just to deepen what he imagines is her utter mortification.

“You know, I really must congratulate your taste,” he says. It even has a slit at the tip. “It’s rather realistic. All that education to make up for your lack of experience, I take it?”

She says something. He hears most of it, of course, but it’s far too delicious not to tease her. So he puts his hand up to the top of his ear and tilts his head. “Sorry, darling, didn’t catch that?”

He’s pretty sure he hears her grind her teeth. Then, “That was the point. The realism.”

“~Oh?”

For the first time in decades, Astarion prays to gods. He prays to them all. Let her continue, let her take the bait—

She sighs.

Success!

“It’s called dual-density,” she says. It translates a bit oddly, but he gets the gist of it, he thinks. “It’s…it’s made to be like that. Softer silicone—”

Whatever that is.

“—on the outside, denser on the inside. So it’s soft but not, y’know, floppy.”

“Don’t like them flopping, do you?”

“Jesus fuck, it’s a sex toy, you ass hat. I was curious. It ain’t weird.”

The item itself is not—though the texture and material is. Nor is her interest. Such items can be procured in a dozen ateliers in Baldur’s Gate itself. What makes it weird, and the more fun for him, is her defensiveness. He’s heard that some human cultures are quite…odd, when it comes to sex. And what he saw in her mind—the things chewing her up from the inside the night he tried to seduce her—makes him think her own people are like that. Restrictive busybodies. Obsessed with controlling sex for everyone, for some reason.

It seems he’s pushed this as far as he should.

“True enough,” he says.

She falls silent. He traces the strange letters. They’re very linear, and none of them run together.

“So,” she says. Pauses. Then, “Can I have it back?”

His first, honest thought is that he’d almost like to keep it himself.

But then his eyebrows shoot up. And then his laugh literally floors him. He sags back, giggling helplessly. The brazen minx! A walking contradiction, indeed!

Still snorting (one might call it wheezing), he holds the phallus out. She takes it from his clutches, huffing and muttering the whole while.

“Far be it from me, darling,” he says. Gods, he’s nearly crying. “To deny you your pleasure.”

A rustle and a click as she opens her own bag. “You are the literal Worst.”

He lets that one go unchallenged. Soon enough, his mirth dies down. He stays where he is, sprawled on the cave floor with a box full of stolen loot between his legs. Eventually, he has to sit up.

While she putters around again, he reaches for his bag. Feels around for the linen scraps and his sewing kit. He doesn’t take them out. He’ll wait until later. He only needs about half the rest she does, and he needs something to occupy his time down here (in the dark).

His leader settles nearby. Interestingly, she’s close enough—despite her outburst—that he can hand the potions over to her. Two health potions, one she describes and he recognizes as invisibility, and one neither of them can identify. The two of them fall into silence.

She lost all her food to the river. Hopefully, they aren’t too far from the others, and the next one of their merry band will have all of those camp crackers they all complain about. Until then, they sit in silence.

Until she makes a sound. It’s an aborted conversation sound. The slight smack of lips parting, but no words emerging.

“Yes?” he says.

She hesitates another moment. Then, because her mind is an absolute mystery, says. “Back on that butthole ship.”

He was in the process of cleaning and oiling his daggers. At this, he puts them both down so he can turn his head in the direction of her voice and avoid slicing a finger off. Both because of what she’s named the nautiloid (he’s not actually surprised; that’s the exact thing she’d call something and honestly, he rather thought the same). But also because a sentence that starts like that is going to demand all his attention.

“Shadowheart, Lae’zel and I, we found a lady in a pod. We kinda, uh, accidentally triggered it, and it turned her into a squidward.”

None of them have been able to decipher that last word, though they’ve all of them tried. The wizard has some theory about some minor deity or religious figure, but Astarion never bought into that. Sometimes a knife is just a knife, and a made-up word is just made-up.

“Her clothing sorta exploded,” his illustrious leader continues.

“It’s a messy process from what I hear.”

“So. Like. So what if somebody did?”

He waits for context. Receives none. Lets one eyebrow creep up into his hairline.

“What if,” she says. Makes another sound. She seems a bit…strangled. Is she distressed? “What if somebody did get nabbed? With a toy all, y’know, stuck all up in ‘em?”

The cavern falls silent as, he assumes, they both visualize that.

She breaks about the same time Astarion folds over his own lap (good thing he put those daggers away after all). It wasn’t distress in her voice at all.

“That,” he says. “Is the most demented thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Because, like. Silicone is pretty tough, huh? You can boil that thing, for fuck’s sake. So would it just, like, become part of them? Get stuck all up inside forever, like one of them stop signs that gets eaten by a tree? Do they even got junk?”

She laughs. Laughs so hard she has trouble talking. It’s a low sound, quiet, yet rather…pleasant.

He’s not sure he’s heard her do that. He’s gotten that little “hah” out of her twice by now. But this?

He can’t…think of one.

“Y-you think,” she gasps. “You think them other squidwards’d call him like, Dildo Bob forever? He goes walking around the butthole ship and, and Tim and Sally May are all ‘Ah shit, here comes Dildo Bob?’”

At which point she inhales her own spit and starts to hack. He’s not entirely sure of half of what she said, but she’s finding it hysterical, so he chortles along with her.

It’s both funny and positively horrifying.

“What a deranged creature you are,” he says.

“Oh please, Mr. ‘What you think their blood tastes like?’”

He waves a hand in her direction. “Oh, I’m not complaining. It’s a nice change.”

And he’s being…honest. He hasn’t had a single conversation in so long that wasn’t a seduction, and argument, or groveling. He feels strangely light. It’s…good, he thinks. A good feeling to sit here and think of what might happen should a mindflayer ceremorphosis with a phallus inside them. A good feeling even when the laughter stops and she falls silent and he can just…sit here, cleaning his knives.

He doesn’t have to make conversation or innuendos. She doesn’t even expect that from him. It’s not the kind of silence where he stands straight, posture perfect, knowing pain is coming, waiting for the silky voice and the mental chains of command.

He can just…be. He can sit here and do as he likes even with her nearby. Not needing anything. Not demanding anything. With no punishment coming. With his chest hurting from actual, genuine laughter.

It’s a…a relief?

And relief is bad. Relief is a trick. Relief is a sharp smile beneath glowing, red eyes, and the sound of bones clicking and the cool, stinking air of the kennels waiting for him.

“I’ll take watch, darling,” Astarion says. “Or listen, anyway. You get some sleep.”

She huffs again. “Sure?”

A putrid, dead rat on a plate, meat stinking of sour and sewage if he says yes. The kennels and a knife and his skin peeled from muscle carefully, a game to see how much can be taken in one sheet, should he say no.

He slips on an easy smile as his innards churn.

“Of course. Go on, then.”

She goes. And he’s left with naught but his thoughts and the consuming dark. So his hands find those linens and he throws himself into work.

[limeade-l3sbian]

That anon you got about straight women liking m/m content while ignoring m/f or f/f pairings... Where to even start...

First of all, I'm a straight woman who doesn't like yaoi/slash/bl/whatever it's called now and never have so I see where you're going. But I understand why so many women prefer m/m overall.

Many women say they enjoy m/m content because it's devoid of gender roles and misogyny. I understand this. I've consumed straight romance (sometimes against my will) and there's so much bullshit in it like I'm sorry. My sister asked me to watch this period drama with her and literally pretty much every pairing starts with the man being sexist or rude in some way to the woman. And they literally bicker most of the time but it's supposed to be "sexual tension" or whatever until at some point they kiss and I guess everything is forgiven. Yay? I don't know what's exciting or good about any of this. This drama somehow managed to make 1800s europe devoid of racism but not sexism, so pretty much every male love interest is sexist in some way. I don't get why women don't write more romance where the males are actually respectful of their gender as a whole. Or perhaps I do and here's comes my other point: many women cannot conceptualize a world where men are actually women-loving.

Seriously, have you ever seen the weird trend of refering to fictional male characters that are actually loving and respectful towards their gfs as male lesbians, or their het relationship "lesbian-coded"? When I was younger, it used to piss me off when women would say they didnt write or draw m/f pairings because they didnt want to deal with sexism and gender roles, I was like "then write a world where men and women are seen as equals!!" But then I started writing myself and it's incredible how fake it will appear to write a male character respectful and loving of his gf AND her gender as a whole. Now I write and draw for myself so I do whatever I want no matter how silly or fake it is, but I would never publish any of that because I don't wanna deal with people telling me "men really don't act this way, you dont know how to write male characters :/" or "Oh I love the male love interest, he's such a malewife!!".

And yes, many gay male romance has them dealing with homophobia, but that's basically them against society/the world. You can tell they are still in it together, and they will choose each other any time even if that means getting ostracized by everyone. With het pairing and sexism is more like man against woman. She has to deal and fight for this man to see her (and perhaps her gender) as capable and worthy of respect so they can have a better relationship. It doesn't seem like they're in it together and the woman has to put all the effort so her man can see the error of his ways.

Why do you think there are many people who joke about how a male character seems to have more chemistry and rapport with another male character (usually a friend or mentor) than his supposed female love interest? Because they're written as equals with interesting traits and a relationship that surpasses many trials, while the female love interest is written as "the woman" - writers will avoid giving female characters interesting traits because they dont think they look good on female characters or believe women dont or shoudnt act a certain way. And believe me, i'm saying this as a woman that's very attracted to female characters - the majority of shows and movies I consume have (a) female main protagonist(s) and I prefer shows that have a bigger female cast. I also get attached to female characters even if they're "badly written" or whatever the fandom says idgf. Ive even watched a lot of those animes and manga that only have female characters, because I have a preference for women in fiction (and real life I guess)

The f/f stuff is another whole issue that it's not very related to this. Most women producing m/m content are straight so they will want to see at least one male in their pairing. F/f can't provide that for obvious reasons. This is like asking straight guys why they don't consume gay male porn if they like lesbian porn so much. It literally makes no sense. These men give the answer of why they like lesbian porn usually as "one woman is hot, two women is DOUBLE the hotness". Think about it like that with women; now they have two men to ogle at.

I had much more to write, specifically about the sexual part (since fanfiction is usually very romance/sex centered) and m/m vs m/f and f/f, but this got too long. Perhaps i'll write a second part.

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[notnights]

This is gonna be long because im an overthinker AND an overtalker- sorry in advance 😭

alright so i found out you wrote a fic for Ribbuns and immediately went off to check it out, and the tags actually scared me cause my taste for ribbun fics is smthn cute and fluffy- bc they get enough hate as it is, i didnt want them to hate eachother as well lol. Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

BUT once I read it!! yes it started off negative, Gangle hating him and the overall relationship theme being kinda toxic (its probably tame but im not mentally strong for this ok) although its deserved since, you know, Jax. No hate to him or anything, the fic says it all lmao

but the way you write them-- it made me open my eyes to this type of relationship between them, particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her. Woke smthn up in me frfr; ESPECIALLY THIS (along with more scenes but i esp like the power Gangle is shown to have here over him):

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He shuts up when she says his name though. Nothing more, just a clear command to stop and a quick glance up to his face. Will question why that tickles her brain later.(Acetate Tears, Chapter 1)

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this made me fall in love (as well as understand the trope more) for power trips in toxic love.

Almost made me change teams, to look for angsty toxic ribbun content despite my mentality, until:

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Jax leans into her, pounces. Gives her silly wet kisses. She gives a squeaky scream. Weakly attempts to push him away from her, despite knowing she deserves this. Well maybe not this specifically , but some form of punishment. (same source)

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THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

TLDR; your fic is honestly one of the best Ribbun fics ive read so far (im still digging through the tags!! I'm desperate for more!!) and it also awoken smthn in me that i tried to ignore hehe.

I LOVE your perception on their relationship, their behaviours, mindset, everything! Here's to hoping you'll write more ribbun, but its ok if u dont!! 🐰🎀

(im not good with words, but i hope my love for your fic is shared thru this jumble of words lol. I also hope episode 4 gives more depth to Ribbun's relationship that can bring more supporters instead of hate, since its gonna be focused on Gangle🤲)

((OH and im sharing my thoughts here instead of ao3 bc i'm super duper shy for no reason -carbon footprint scares me- and somehow tumblr asks in anon mode isnt as scary. Again, srry im saying so much 💀You dont hv to answer this since its long and not rlly an ask lmao))

Aw hey this is sweet thank you! You're all good, I am also an overthinker and overtalker (if that hasn't been apparent by the way I answer asks already) so I get it!

the tags actually scared me... Idk, the tags made it seem as if there wouldnt have been a happy ending where they both end up liking eachother.

Hey that's alright! That's what the tags are for to make sure this is something a potential reader can handle or get prepare for! The unfortunate thing is I obviously don't want to give away too much with them such as the happy ending, so I totally understand if it wards some people off. Respect for those who know their limits!

I also wanted to leave the ending a bit ambiguous as to if they truly ended up together or not. And depending on what you're hoping for with the story might not be the happy ending [Ganlge voice] you were hoping for.

particularly on how Gangle had- what, a power trip?- in this relationship, treating Jax badly but him still loving her.

One of my favorite things in stories about relationships is that one brings out something in the other they didn't know they needed to let out. Helps balance themselves out. Jax lets Gangle let out more than just "sadness" he lets her find out she's more than a pity party, she has anger to release and resentment to express (among other emotions). She has more than two emotions.

And while this is primarily a comment on Gangle, (this ain't about Jax right now...) Gangle lets Jax find out he's someone capable of relinquishing and receiving of love (the thing about him hating the idea of them having a "happily ever after.")

THIS made me giggle and kick my feet in glee, reminding me of my love for soft kisses in fics

Glad to hear it! I do really like Jax and Gangle being cute. But I like it more when it's after all the hard stuff. One of those well earned things. A cold glass of lemonade after mowing the grass. Eating something salty before eating something sweet and it makes it taste even sweeter!

A lot of folks make cute Jax and Gangle content that it makes me forget I don't make enough of it. Those of y'all who make cute stuff balance out whatever the hell I'm doing over here! So thanks for that.

All these things are very kind of you to say also! Thank you! It means a lot that you came to say them even though you were so shy!

Good luck with your searching! I hope you find more that you enjoy.

And yess I'm very excited for the Gangle episode either if it has some interaction between them or not. Because while I ship them and they're my two favorite characters, as my boyfriend describes "you just like Jax as an accessory to Gangle." Oops! Here's two hoping that sticker set implies there is some more meaningful interaction between them there.

[irrigos]

interpreters in fallen london, ranked by how badly they violate the Code of Professional Conduct

I'm using the Registry of Interpreters for the Deaf's CPC, because thats what I learned. none of these characters would actually fall under the jurisdiction of RID, because its an American organization. and also. was founded in 1964. I also acknowledge that none of the clients these interpreters are interpreting for are, in fact, deaf, but I don't know anything about spoken language interpreting, and I feel like the needs of these specific clients are more akin to the interpreting needs of deaf clients I've had than anything else. (Also, the CPC calls them "consumers", I prefer "clients" because that's what I learned, but people will use either and it doesn't matter that much)

This post is very long, and there's not even that many people on it! I could have made it shorter, but I already didn't do that. You're the one who chose to read it! That's not my problem!

The CPC:

RID's Code of Professional Conduct was written in collaboration with the National Association of the Deaf in 2005 (replacing their prior Code of Ethics). It has 7 tenets, which each have several points of illustrative behaviors. I decided to cite the specific illustrative behaviors that these interpreters fail to perform, because I thought that would be more interesting and thorough. And no one will ever accuse me of not being thorough.

Here is the CPC presented in American Sign Language, and here it is in written English. It's not a very long or complex document, if you're interested in reading it yourself. I can't really imagine anyone WOULD be that interested in the code of conduct for a profession you're not in, unless you're like... me... but hey, there it is.

Barqujin:

Batachikhan's interpreter in Mask of the Rose. He wants to leave the amber warrens beneath London and go start a shop, but she thinks it's a bad idea. Purposefully interprets Batachikhan incorrectly to try to convince the player to help with her plan instead (facilitating a slower, more planned introduction of Rubbery Men into London society.) Is clearly threatened by the player character also being able to understand Batachikhan, since she spent years with the Rubberies learning their ways and you're just some dipshit. Also can have a threesome with the player and Batachikhan.

Tenets violated:

2.3 ("Render the message faithfully by conveying the content and spirit of what is being communicated, using language most readily understood by consumers, and correcting errors discreetly and expeditiously.") She is very much not faithfully rendering the message

4.1 ("Consider consumer requests or needs regarding language preferences, and render the message accordingly") This might seem like the same as 2.3, but this one focuses more on language preferences than content, eg using Signed Exact English instead of pure ASL if that is what the client prefers. So this would be like when Batachikhan is writing and breaks the chalk, and Barqujin gets annoyed and refuses to get more. Not respecting the method by which her client would like to communicate.

Conclusion:

I put her first on the list (so, least bad) because she at least DOES seem to care about Batachikhan and his well-being, even if she's pretty shitty about it. Also, I'm counting the time she spent in the amber warrens as "professional development", so she IS fulfilling tenet 7.0 ("Interpreters engage in professional development.") although I don't know how many CEUs that would be worth. Really, I think Barqujin is a good example for why the Americans with Disabilities Act says that a "companion" (family member, guardian, friend, religious leader, etc) cannot be counted as a qualified interpreter in most circumstances. Barqujin lacks the impartiality required to be an effective interpreter!!

The Sagacious Ape

In the ambition Hearts Desire, your monkey friend Gregory Beechwood hires an interpreter from the Empire of Hands to facilitate him actually having a conversation with you. Probably should come before Barqujin, technically, as her misconduct is probably worse (it's pretty bad to purposefully interpret something incorrectly because YOU think they should have said something different! that is generally Frowned Upon!) but he bothers me more. Also you could argue that Barqujin is not operating in the game as a Certified Interpreter who is bound by the code of conduct, but as a bilingual friend doing a favor, so… idk. Barqujin gets to be less bad because the Sagacious Ape bothers me so much more.

Tenets violated:

2.2 (“Assess consumer needs and the interpreting situation before and during the assignment and make adjustments as needed.”) Maybe a nitpick to start us off, but I was trained to always show up at least 15 minutes early, so you can meet with your client for a bit and figure out their linguistic needs. And the Sagacious Ape did not do that, although I SUPPOSE I can allow for the possibility that they met sometime off-screen.

I GUESS. 2.3 (Render the message faithfully, etc.) Tries to downplay Beechwood's tone/language use. He keeps making little asides objecting to Beechwood's swearing, or doing what seems to be downplaying the intended tone. Sorry, Mr Ape Interpreter. Gregory Beechwood wants to say fuck and you and I both know it. You gotta say the fuck word.

2.5 (“Refrain from providing counsel, advice, or personal opinions.”) Guessed what Beechwood wanted from the Marvelous before Beechwood said anything. You are not a participant in this conversation, man! You don't get to give your input here!

Conclusion:

Unfortunately, I am in love with Barqujin so she gets a little more leeway than the Sagacious Ape. And he's also the only one on this list who is licensed, so he has no excuse. But frankly, worse than the CPC violations, his greatest crime was doing my two biggest interpreter pet peeves. 1. He doesn't interpret into first person language (“He says he's sorry“ should instead be ”I'm sorry.“ This is a thing you learn in literally day 1 of an Interpreter Training Program.) 2. He calls himself a translator and not an interpreter, even though he is interpreting and not translating (I actually emailed FBG about this when it came up with the last election, but I don't know if they went back and fixed it in HD, too. I'd already beaten it by then. But a translator takes a static text in one language and converts it into another language, and an interpreter takes a live text in one language and converts it into another. An interpreter is working in the moment, so you'd have one at doctors appointments or presentations or plays, and a translator is working over time, so you'd hire a translator to work on a book or an article or a poem. I have done lots of interpreting and very little translating.) So, sorry Sagacious Ape. We ARE voting you off the island.

A small addendum to the entry on the Sagacious Ape- I couldn't find a good way to fit this in, but he reminds me almost more of a Deaf Interpreter than an Interpreter for the Deaf. A Hearing interpreter (or an interpreter for the deaf) would be a Hearing person who is fluent in both sign language and English (or, well, probably any spoken language, really) and interprets between the two. A Deaf interpreter is one who is themselves Deaf. Their role is to take the interpretation from the Hearing Interpreter and make it into more natural, fluent sign language, and to take the sign language of the client and make it easier for the Hearing interpreter to interpret correctly. They primarily work with people who are multiply disabled, or have some other language disability. The situations I've seen where a Deaf interpreter has also been hired have been for things like the client being DeafBlind, the client having cerebral palsy, or the client experienced language deprivation and isn't fluent in sign language. I think the Sagacious Ape is a little more like a Deaf interpreter because, while monkeys in Fallen London CAN speak (clearly, as the Sagacious Ape can!) Beechwood is not able to communicate in any language, so the Sagacious Ape is interpreting off of things like gestures and grunts. And that's closer to what I've seen Deaf interpreters do with clients who went through language deprivation than it is to any interpreting work I've ever done. Just a fun thought I wanted to share, even though it's not really relevant to the list.

The Nocturnal Landscape Artist

The Nocturnal Landscape Artist (who is also sometimes in game referred to as the Nocturnal Landscape Painter) was the Tentacled Entrepreneur's interpreter during the election of 1898, and was fired later, in Helicon House. I hate him terribly, and he's my favorite representation of an interpreter in the game.

Tenets violated:

1.1 (”Share assignment-related information only on a confidential and “as needed” basis.”) This might be a bit of a stretch, but during the election, you could get drunk with him and he'd talk a little shit about how actually TE doesn't know anything and HE'S the real brains here. Obviously this is incredibly inappropriate, but I'm also gonna say it's breaking confidentiality. Yknow. Among other problems.

2.5 (“Refrain from providing counsel, advice, or personal opinions.”) He was involved in TE's mayoral campaign to provide counsel and advice, while also providing interpreting services

3.5 ("Conduct and present themselves in an unobtrusive manner and exercise care in choice of attire.") I guess it's a little different for him, because he's not ACTUALLY a sign language interpreter, but generally speaking, I always had a VERY strict dress code, which boiled down to basically wearing only solid, dark colors, like black or navy. I guess they don't really describe the Painter in the game that much, but I mean… look at this guy. Do you think this guy is capable of being unobtrusive? I do not.

3.8 ("Avoid actual or perceived conflicts of interest that might cause harm or interfere with the effectiveness of interpreting services." The CPC defines a conflict of interest as "A conflict between the private interests (personal, financial, or professional) and the official or professional responsibilities of an interpreter in a position of trust, whether actual or perceived, deriving from a specific interpreting situation.") The Artist is literally involved with TE to better himself. During the election, he one time says ”We'll be the mayor“ which is. Yikes, man.

3.10 (”Refrain from using confidential interpreted information for the benefit of personal or professional affiliations or entities.“ See above.)

6.6 ("Refrain from harassment or coercion before, during, or after the provision of interpreting services.") Shows up at TE's art show without being invited, in an attempt to berate him. Cringe.

Conclusion:

"He needs me. As a teacher. A mentor. Fortunately, he does act on my advice. An' we both have the same goals. …You have to keep this to yourself. He's the money, but I'm the brains. We'll be mayor, just you see." BAD!!! I hate this man!! But the reason he's my favorite representation of an interpreter I've seen in this game, and quite possibly ANY game, is that… I've totally met this guy. Every Deaf person I know who has needed an interpreter has met this guy. There is a certain kind of person who becomes an interpreter (or really goes into any field that involves working closely with a marginalized group) primarily because they think that these poor people need their HELP. THEY know what's best for their clients! And they're going to see that done! Client's input be damned! It makes my skin crawl. The role of an interpreter is complex, and there are a lot of different opinions about how much an interpreter should interpret cultures as well as language, and this is made even MORE complex when you're interpreting for someone who is marginalized BECAUSE of this culture and language. But the Nocturnal Landscape Painter is clearly convinced that TE is going about everything wrong, and he's using his position as TE's interpreter to try to force him into what the Painter thinks is correct. And then has a big baby tantrum when TE does what he wanted to do anyway! It's no wonder they aren't friends anymore, if they ever were to begin with. I was glad that I got to throw this dude out of Helicon House. Wish I could do the same to everyone in my interpreting training cohort who thought it was their role to help all these poor sad Deaf people who couldn't get by without us. Gross.

In conclusion:

[mahimahi713]

Sone more DP content, this time, a fic idea. It’s DxS, of course. Danny and Sam have ever met They’re in their mid 20s roughly. Danny works as a bodyguard. It isn’t Danny’s main career. It’s what he’s doing while also doing grad school, he’s on his way to being an astronaut. Tucker and Jazz helped him get his grades up when he was a sophomore.

While in high school, Danny starts to workout. He figures that working out will strengthen both his human and ghost form. And it does. He finds he likes working out. It pays off super well. He also learns different forms of combat as well. While in college, there’s a gym he is part of, and while sparring with a partner there, one of the employees from the Body Guard company he winds up working for sees him and asks if he would be interested in a job. It’s good money and he can do it on the side so why not? It keeps him busy, it’s rewarding and he can actually do it since hunting ghosts is split between him, Val, Dani, and his parents. Things have also calmed down in terms of ghost activity. He goes into work one day and is told he’s gonna be a bodyguard for a Samantha Manson. An heiress who’s family is filthy rich. Not just from the toothpick machine thingy but because her dad is a talented businessman and so have previous Mansons been. Danny isn’t too excited about this case. He assumes it’s gonna be some Paris Hilton wannabe. And working with filthy rich clients hasn’t always been great but in those cases, it’s been middle aged businessmen. Protecting them from nothing or threats that a person should be able to deal with in their own. It was more to scare rivals.

In comes Sam. She’s filthy rich, yes. But she’s incredibly down to earth, charitable, and kind. She needs a bodyguard because she has called out and out crooked politicians, businessman, CEOs, cops. Etc. For doing illegal and terrible things. She’s pissed off a lot of people and she’s not gonna slow down. She is not happy that she has a bodyguard now, but she reluctantly accepts at Grandma Ida’s insistence.

So it starts that neither one of them really wants to have the other around. They’re still respectful though. Sam tries to pay Danny to leave her alone, but still have him assigned as her bodyguard so he can still get paid. He refuses.

It’s slow burn. They get to know each other and discover what they have in common (both love to play video games but have different preferences, similar taste in music, both love NY pizza, etc) and they enjoy each other’s company.

Of course, there will be a cliche scene where Sam goes off somewhere without him and she winds up getting hurt or is nearly killed or badly hurt. That’s when she finally understands “Oh, hey maybe I should have a bodyguard”

[alarrytale]

Sooo I am more of a Harrie Larrie but now that Harry's tour has finished I'm just finding it hard to enjoy any of his content because we only ever see him when he's stunting. I hate his public image and I don't understand how anyone can be a fan of his if they believe his het persona and that his relationships are real and not PR. If they were real then he'd be the biggest asshole ever. Going from woman to woman and then dumping them conveniently when he's done with promoting projects. Cheating on them, dating their friends, taking his friends' girlfriends. Ignoring them in public and walking off and leaving them behind. Exposing them to the fandom early on and letting fans rip them apart, and not defending them or calling out fans like other celebrities do often when their partner is being abused by fans. Not doing anything to protect them, actually doing the opposite. Also dating really problematic women. Why would anyone approve of someone like that, let alone fantasize about being with them? The huge amount of hate that Olivia deservedly got, all he did was make a lousy comment in RS about how when he went on dates he had to warn the person that part of the fandom would say it wasn't real, which is nothing really. Fans went above and beyond to sabotage DWD and it was crickets from Harry. When he was 'with' Tess fans went and gave her books 1 star reviews. He said nothing. So on one hand we have everyone who comes into contact with Harry singing his high praises, how kind and caring he is, how protective he is of his loved ones etc. We see that when he's around people he cares about he's really affectionate and touchy feely. Yet with his public image we're seeing the complete opposite, and how he is around his 'girlfriends'. The lack of attraction, chemistry, care. Well now he's holding hands with TR, albeit badly, so it's clear they're pushing it as a relationship now. They're using a lot of the same tactics used for Holivia. I'm so tired of the gaslighting. That Harries are too dumb to see it and lack critical thinking skills so HSHQ takes advantage of them because they'll believe anything and won't question anything. They're sheep and it appears that Harry and Louis want a fandom of sheep.

You are so right, anon. Seeing people fall for it is the worst thing tbh. The gaslighting is so hardcore that keeping your wits about you is challenging. In addition to that, people keep buying what they're selling while knowing they are feeding the monster. Being a harrie larrie must be worse for you in that respect since his fandom is largely gp turned sheeps. Some are also very young. I can't really blame them for buying into it all though. That's the goal here. It's still very sad and disheartening.

To your point about how Harry treats his female partners, i only want to add 'cheating, breaking up a marriage and dump her right after' (Lu*y Hor*bin). That is arguably the worst one to date. I also don't understand how you can be a het harrie and be a fan of harry styles tm. It's the same with het louies tbh. If a fandom of sheep is what they want then that's what they'll get. Eventually. But that is very unsustainable. So good luck with that.

[herstoriies]

Big brain moment realization with Priscilla’s sister sailor verse level 10 backstory headcanon:

The plot device motivation for Priscilla going to sea is two-fold: One, she has always wanted to go to sea (thanks to growing up in her Uncle Charles’ household) and continue his work of natural history. Two: not long after her Uncle Charles disappeared/was presumed dead and her guardianship transferred… she’s running away from an arranged marriage.

In recent revisions I’ve generally kept the arranged marriage part vague (in its original version she was to be married to an AU Philbert Winston (more on him on my NPCs page)) and I’m currently content to keep it vague and open to new ideas/characters

Now here’s the new NEW big brain idea! After Charles “disappeared” and Priscilla’s guardianship transferred to Charles’ brother is getting a revamp.

In the original version, post-Uncle-Charles-disappearance Priscilla then lived with Charles’ younger brother Uncle Thomas who swiftly wanted her to be married off. This isn’t uncharacteristic of Thomas, but it never sat 100% confident with me, because Thomas was still close with Charles & would respect that Charles raised Pris as his own daughter & not only understand Priscilla’s grief but share the grief/concern over Charles’ disappearance. Priscilla also adores her Uncle Thomas so I don’t get why she’d want to go to sea so badly as his ward.

The NEW version which imho now makes more sense logistically and plot motivation is INSTEAD both Priscilla & Charles’ estate and assets de facto go to Charles’ older brother & the Kimbleton patriarch: Uncle Henry Kimbleton.

(& as we know, dear readers, that Priscilla and Uncle Henry do not get along)

Uncle Henry amps up the ✨ drama ✨

I can 100% confidently see Henry after a socially acceptable mourning period then turn & disregard Pris’ continued gloominess and want to marry her off as he sees her as a burden. (To no fault of Pris! Henry’s resentment towards Pris runs deep, back to her mother (Henry’s sister)

I can also see them clashing over Priscilla insisting not all exhaustive efforts to search for Charles were made, and her adamant resolve to preserve and continue Charles’ work.

Priscilla’s Aunt Helene & Cousins (Henry’s wife and children) are either indifferent or would prefer to acknowledge nothing is wrong and Pris is being … well, Pris.

Henry can and would consider/accept the first immediate offer/interest of marriage to Priscilla so long as it makes him look good

Priscilla therefore can and would with much more motivation prefer to choose a life at sea disguised as a lad as a Polly Oliver heroine than continue to live a life that is no longer her own in her present circumstance

tldr; leveraging Priscilla’s Uncle Henry as a story antagonist again makes for excellent drama ✨

[bumbleklee]

how genshin characters would react to you have suicidal thoughts or self-harm thoughts

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★ request for @ranbalsa <3 sorry this is so delayed, pls forgive me

★ content warning: this could be extremely triggering for some! there will be mentions of suicidal and self-harm thoughts as well as mentions of self-harm scars (national suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255)

★ characters included: beidou, fischl, lisa, jean, ningguang, kaeya, venti, albedo, zhongli, childe and diluc - these can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

beidou

if i had to choose one word to describe beidou, it would be caring

between the way people talk so highly about her in their voice lines to the little kids that like to play pirates and are always talking about how she gives them candy, it’s clear beidou is a very kindhearted person

so if you were having bad thoughts about hurting yourself, beidou would stop what she was doing and get you on her ship in no time

she figured that being out in the middle of the sea gave you no chance to actually hurt yourself + the waves and serenity were sure to calm you

she would spend the entire trip by your side, whispering how important you were to her and everyone back home and how foolish it would be if you took your own life

she would also get down to the root of the issue and try to give you as much advice as possible

beidou would finally sail back home once she decided you were stable again

fischl

i think fischl probably deals with some of these issues herself since her whole personality is based off a story book

but speaking of that, if you go to fischl in a state of panic i think she would sit you down on her bedroom floor and read you a book

her calming voice mixed with the distraction of a fairytale would help your breathing even out and you would ultimately forget about those thoughts you were having

if the story didnt help, then she would just talk to you about anything and everything

she might even invite bennett and razor over and four of you could make a little powow in her living room to make you feel better about yourself

lisa

even hearing you mention hurting yourself would send lisa into a “motherly mode” 

she may not seem like it, but she cared deeply for everyone in mondstadt and never wanted anyone to hurt like that - especially you

like fischl, lisa would probably try distracting you with a book

she would take you into the library and pick out some novels or stories that would take your mind off your previous thoughts

she would sit with you and when you were ready, talk to you about why you were feeling the way you were and what she could do to help

she’s a smart women and if there’s one thing she understands more than anything, its you

jean

she panics

not on purpose, of course. but if jean walks in you harming yourself or hears you say something worrying, she would panic

she was never good in situations like this, afraid she would say the wrong thing and upset you more

but at the end of the day, jean was jean and she always smacked some sense into herself to properly help you through this bump in the road

jean would get down to the root of your issue and work her way out from there

to help you feel better, jean would order a pizza and let you indulge in it with her and after that, she would listen to you vent about what was making you upset

jean is also good at passing off tasks she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle which means if jean thought she seriously couldn’t help you, she would get someone who could

your wellbeing is more important than her pride

ningguang

she wouldn’t understand at first

it would be a lie to say ningguang didn’t live in a fantasy bubble sometimes

she cared about you, yes, but never experienced your pain before and had trouble grasping it right away

but once she did, she was very attentive 

if you wanted medical help, ningguang would hire the best doctors in teyvat to help you through this

if you didn’t, then ningguang would do her very best to console you

she would try to distract you with lavish gifts and expensive dinners and while it was nice being spoiled by her, it didn’t make your problems go away

the last thing ningguang wanted was for you to hurt yourself so like jean, if she needed to bring in a professional to help, she would

kaeya

he would find out about your bad habit by walking in on you self harming

he was freaking out on the inside but stayed calm on the outside, coaxing you away from the blade and helping you clean up your wounds

you would be a nervous wreck for a while and kaeya would hold you in his arms

like jean, he would try and get to the root of the issue and find out why you were feelings these things

he loved you more than anything and he wouldn’t know what he would do if you succeeded in taking your own life one day

on that day onwards, kaeya was determined to make you happy again

he puts your needs before his and does everything in his power to make sure you’re always okay

and if you relapse, kaeya never gets mad. he understands this is a hard cycle to break but he’s determined to help you through it

venti

he might be more upset than you

venti treated you like the archon in the relationship and when you revealed to him you were having suicidal thoughts, his world came crashing down

he blamed himself for a while and drank a lot more at diluc’s tavern but after a stern warning from diluc, venti realized this was doing nothing for either of you

he spent his days with you, walking you around mondstadt and showing you beautiful flowers and cool bugs

his goal was to show you the beauty of the world and convince you that taking your own life would prevent you from experiencing more 

if you self harmed, venti would kiss your scars and make you bracelets made out of cecilia flowers to cover the marks

albedo

he would accidentally be insensitive, at least at first. your relationship was new to him and he was still trying to figure out all of his emotions so when you made a comment about suicide, he took it densely

he didn’t understand why someone would want to kill themselves and told you that exactly

it was only after sucrose snapped at him and explained how you were feeling that albedo screwed his head on right

after apologizing, he would try his best to help you

he would create new potions that might help with your depression or other mental disorders and document your moods and feelings to help him understand what you were going through

it was difficult and sucrose added in a lot of support as well

zhongli

he noticed your self harm scars the minute you two got close but being the respectful man he is, he never pointed them out

he let you come to him and explain them yourself

if you pick up self harming later in your relationship, zhongli is quick to notice and take action

as aggravating as it was, zhongli hid all sharp objects in your apartment and took charge if you needed any of them for something

he made you promise to go to him if you were having thoughts of hurting yourself again

zhongli would make you tea infused with herbs to help worries and bring you relaxation and (in small amounts) happiness

he would take walks with you around liyue if you were having urges and let you cry into his chest in frustration 

this was childe’s idea but if you needed to do something badly, zhongli would take you into an abandoned part of liyue and create fragile, thin rocks for you to smash onto the ground and satisfy that need

childe

having five siblings, he knew how to handle suicidal thoughts

his older sister went through a similar phase like you were now and childe would help you based on how he helped her

childe liked to wrap you in blankets so tightly you couldn’t move, the pressure calming you down and usually causing you to fall asleep

he gives you so, so, so many compliments during this time. he’s so proud of you and so in love with your strength

he wants you to stay with him forever so he’s determined to get these thoughts out of your head 

if you attempt, childe will not leave your side

he’ll stay with you throughout your infirmary visit and even when you’re discharged back home

he’s scared of loosing you

like ningguang, he’ll shower you in gifts to make you feel special 

diluc

like jean, he panics

he thinks it’s his fault somehow and you have to heartbreakingly explain that its not, that your brain is just wired differently 

diluc tries to keep you by his side at all times for a while

he takes you to work with him so you can sit at the bar or he’ll have you walk around with him through the grape vines in the evening

you wake up more often than not to his strong arms around you and as annoying at it is, it’s comforting to know someone loves you this much

he’s afraid of loosing you like he lost his father

diluc was good at shutting down rumors as well. if you had scars, people would talk and diluc would give them one nasty glare and they would shut up

at the end of the day, he just wanted you to be okay

[captnjacksparrow]

How does SS rationalise the close relationship between Naruto and Sasuke vs Sasuke not showing the same care to Sakura at all? Not smiling with her, crying with her, laughing with her, making an effort to see her, taking care of her, having conversations with her, bantering with her. How can they see this as the ultimate love pairing when Sasuke cares more for his 'most precious friend' than his wife. They're self-inserting into Sakura so that they can get the handsome guy, but I can't imagine a woman with self respect dating a guy who is so uninterested and caring more for their friend than their partner. You mentioned looking through their fics before, so in their fics what's Naruto doing? How do they write the dynamic between the three?

I was reading this face with a 'Yes, That's Right'.... But the very last line made me go, 'Wait!!?? What?? ROFL'... And you'll know why.

How does SS rationalise the close relationship between Naruto and Sasuke vs Sasuke not showing the same care to Sakura at all?

Their minions has One Agenda.

Label Naruto and Sasuke as Brothers at any cost.

Period. No Discussion.

So, under the Label of brother, they don't mind Sasuke prioritizing Naruto even after their Marriage. That's why be it in Reddit or Tumblr or Twitter... You'll always see them using that Brother panel. Atleast that agenda mitigates the terrible Canon content they have for their ship.

But I am damn sure, they know it in their hearts that Sasuke and Naruto are not Brothers.

Homophobia ??? Partly Yes.

Denial of Truth??? Hell Yes.

Not smiling with her, crying with her, laughing with her, making an effort to see her, taking care of her, having conversations with her, bantering with her. How can they see this as the ultimate love pairing when Sasuke cares more for his 'most precious friend' than his wife.

Hmm, That's why they have Fan fics and Fan Arts. Sasuke does everything for Sakura you mentioned here in Fanfics.

In fanfics, Sasuke's companion is Sakura... He can't live without her, He carry her like an Eggshell, He was longing to be around her presence bla bla bla.... And Sasuke gets annoyed whenever Naruto calls Sasuke for assigning a mission through Telephone during his steamy makeout session with Sakura...

You mentioned looking through their fics before, so in their fics what's Naruto doing? How do they write the dynamic between the three?

I haven't (or couldn't) read their fics entirely... ***For Obvious reasons***. I skimmed through their preface, tags and couple of M rated One Shots and 1 Explicit fic by skipping those moments. Just to understand the appeal of SS.

To be honest, I was heavily ***Surprised*** by one thing.

In many of their Fics... Sasuke was being portrayed as Bisexual... Or he was having some affair kind of thing with Naruto...

It's kind of weird...

In SNS fics, Sakura remotely being there as a friend is a big Turn away for most of us... but in SS fics, he does have affair with Naruto or even implied to have slept with Naruto ((-_-)). However Karin is the Arch-Enemy for their ship though. LOL. I've never once seen the word Karin was being used anywhere... So, I think they don't mind reading their Sasuke-kun having affair with a Boy... But Karin is a No-No.

And Of Course, Sakura was also shipped with Naruto and Kakashi in those fics... I don't know... Just to make Sasuke to get jealous (???).. Duh

But what's worse is...

You asked me 'How do they write the dynamics between the three'??

Well, I've found atleast 10 fics out of their first 50 with this specific trope.... That is, They have a fondness by making Three of them doing Each other

Yeah, Team 7 Threesome is kinda kink for them.

That's when I understood, this fucking fandom is just some horny freaks with weird kinks who badly wants Sakura (themselves) to get laid... (All these are under M rated at that, I wonder what would be the case of E rated though.. 😩🤢)

[faroreswinds]

Japanese anon. The recent Dream interview infuriated a lot of people and say it invalidated Crimson Flower, and the atrocious phrasing of Petra’s situation. They liked the info about Rodrigue though! And Matthias! But Gilbert didn’t get much, and the Church, nothing.

For Heroes, people are excited mostly for Julia and Haar getting improvements, but they didn’t want that for Edelgard because they’re getting sick of her, especially after Hopes. They also did not like the voting tournament putting Byleth vs Gatekeeper because the latter was before anti bot measures were put in place. They were very happy for this year’s winners compared to last and most picked either Byleth or Chrom, or at least from what I saw with friends. Speculation is running over new units meaning that maybe a Genealogy remake is coming soon.

More Heroes news: Kozaki wrote that he was speaking out against harassment of the artists, and said even people sent him edits of art saying “this is how it should’ve been done!” Though it’s confirmed that Japanese fans have also been doing this, there is more suspicion and anger towards western fans because of their previous behavior towards Himukai Yuji for his art of resplendent Lucina.

And more anger too because fans of certain characters keep getting harassed in English spaces. An artist I follow wrote “Sometimes I search dimileth in English, but why the fandom that starts with "E" is so interested in here? They are always talking about what they hate and pretend to be they're only victims. but in fact, they are just rude people.” And someone else said that a popular English artist encouraged a poll for “ugliest characters” and pointed that they and their friends mostly use it to be hateful towards Faerghus characters, Byleth, and the church. They wrote that it was awful that an artist with many followers is being so irresponsible and using their influence to be hateful.

Well, most people now are just going back to playing Houses.

Hi Japanese anon. First of all, I saw your ask about me feeling better soon. Thank you. I am on the mend, but not 100%. I'm still kinda in pain, but I'm taking the chance while I have a clear head to answer asks and reblog things. :)

I also saw your other asks. Thank you for sharing those. I'll keep them private! But that poor artist. :( Well, I understand. They have beautiful art, though.

The recent Dream interview infuriated a lot of people and say it invalidated Crimson Flower, and the atrocious phrasing of Petra’s situation. They liked the info about Rodrigue though! And Matthias! But Gilbert didn’t get much, and the Church, nothing.

I saw that interview. Absolutely baffling. I understand their intentions but.... they are just not well done into the game at all.

And you know what? I agree that it does invalidate CF. Not that I particularly liked CF, mind you.... But SB is basically the same route but better for Edelgard. She's taller and healthier (something the devs themselves pointed out!). Her conquest didn't take as long. She took out two of her greatest enemies! Claude is on her side in one of them! It's absolutely baffling.

And what they said about Petra made me roll my eyes. They want it to be grey so badly but lack the writing ability to do so....

Also, my dilfs Rodrigue and Matthias finally getting the respect they deserve. <3 Poor Gilbert though, and of course the Church was COMPLETELY ignored. They literally just cut 1/4 of the content from the game and just was like "here, merge it with the BL cast". :/

For Heroes, people are excited mostly for Julia and Haar getting improvements, but they didn’t want that for Edelgard because they’re getting sick of her, especially after Hopes. They also did not like the voting tournament putting Byleth vs Gatekeeper because the latter was before anti bot measures were put in place. They were very happy for this year’s winners compared to last and most picked either Byleth or Chrom, or at least from what I saw with friends. Speculation is running over new units meaning that maybe a Genealogy remake is coming soon.

Oh, I would LOVE a remake of Genealogy soon. Truly, that came could use it imo. Not a major overhaul. QoL changes, updated sprites, that sort of thing.

At least Edelgard's refine isn't too crazy. It's Dimitri's that is the "holy crap!" refine. I've been enjoying is greatly.

More Heroes news: Kozaki wrote that he was speaking out against harassment of the artists, and said even people sent him edits of art saying “this is how it should’ve been done!” Though it’s confirmed that Japanese fans have also been doing this, there is more suspicion and anger towards western fans because of their previous behavior towards Himukai Yuji for his art of resplendent Lucina.

I've heard about that. Really a shame.

Don't get me wrong, sometimes the art does suck or isn't up to par. But that's no excuse to harass the artists!

Still, the suspicion of Western fans is a bit much. Yes, we don't always have the best behavior, but that can only go so far on this particular subject.

And more anger too because fans of certain characters keep getting harassed in English spaces. An artist I follow wrote “Sometimes I search dimileth in English, but why the fandom that starts with "E" is so interested in here? They are always talking about what they hate and pretend to be they're only victims. but in fact, they are just rude people.” And someone else said that a popular English artist encouraged a poll for “ugliest characters” and pointed that they and their friends mostly use it to be hateful towards Faerghus characters, Byleth, and the church. They wrote that it was awful that an artist with many followers is being so irresponsible and using their influence to be hateful.

It is a shame that people use whatever small influence they have to promote hateful and negative attitudes towards characters. Especially since it breeds resentment towards other fans as a result. It's all so very tiring....

Sigh...

[beckface]

make a big ramble post about becky/wordgirl and how much you love her <3

hoooo boy lets go. The people are kind to me :D

Long rant below the break!

Okay like actually she is one of my absolute favorite kids show protagonists out there. I’ve talked about this before but Becky is SUCH a good character to base an educational superhero show around, the creators KNEW what they were doing.

First off I unironically find her one of the funniest characters in the show. Don’t get me wrong the writing for the villains is incredible (ftr I think Granny May is absolutely hilarious and we don’t acknowledge her enough) but the sheer concept of the main character of an educational show being an absolute know-it-all brat like a fourth of the time feels like something that should be in one of those kids-show parody videos.

Imagine if during an episode of a different show aimed at a similar age group was like “Hey kids! Where is the beach?” and the character was about to point at the beach to teach the lesson or whatever and Dora the explorer pops up out of goddamn NOWHERE to be like “UM ACTUALLY It’s right there! I can’t believe you didn’t see that, thank god I was here to help you ^-^” and then she punches them in the face

Becky lowkey having anger and ego issues too is just. So wonderful. I have a bias towards otherwise good characters with #problems and Becky is just the perfect example of that. I really like how it’s not treated like a comedy prop only though. The show portrays that Becky is allowed to be angry and that it’s normal and natural for her to react to things with anger, and it shows that she has every right to be confident and proud of herself, but if she lets it get the better of her and starts treating others badly the show condemns her immediately, and I think that’s a great lesson for kids to see. It shows the nuance of emotions and the appropriate ways of expressing them without turning the kids cartoon into a complicated, unfun mess.

Also I think tobecky is really cute, but I think that the way it is handled in canon was exactly how it needed to be handled and is a great subversion of the normal trope. There's more than enough media where the girl finally sees the good in the boy who does the bare minimum for her and loves him, or where the responsibility falls on the girl character to “fix” the guy character and it’s treated as incredibly romantic, and Wordgirl (the show) just actively making fun of Tobey trying to get WG to be that for him is great. It’s, again, a very important lesson for kids. 

I like how Becky isn’t mean to Tobey though (we’ll get to miss power in a minute) but she’s not wholesome uwu nice to him, she acts like a kid. They have dynamic that many kids that age have, they get into bantering, sometimes they take it too far because they’re kids, at the end of the day though watching them interact, whether at school or at a battle, feels like watching two hothead have a playdate (Go Gadget Go is the exception to this, we all acknowledged that was weird and too far but we can chalk it up to Tobey being 10 and not fully understanding how bad it was)

Keep making tobecky fan content though pls I eat that shit up like candy

Okay I went on to talking about the actual show BACK TO BECKY SPECIFICALLY

It’s kinda sad how easily the villains, especially the adult villains, can just trick her into letting her guard down. Like she has this very clearly instilled respect for just adults, which is understandable of course she’s 10, but it gets her in trouble a lot. It’s never that big of a deal though I just wanted to make a note of it. And anyways ABOUT THAT-

I swear I won’t talk about it for too long just hear me out okay (if you’re following me we both know damn well this is why you followed me so you legally have to stay for this part)

Her relationship with DTB grabbed me and like at least a quarter of the fandom by the face and told us we had daddy issues, the whole Boxlietner thing is :( but I think it’s very sweet how parts of their relationship remained when he transformed. They’re just on the same mental level throughout the show. Other word-smart villains like Tobey she just doesn’t seem to click with as much, and I think while a big reason is because her and TB used to be friends, I also think that they just. Mesh well. Their personalities balance each other nicely, and maybe i’m just absolutely fucking bonkers but WG like imitates his posture and shit a lot of times whenever they’re in a scene together I just think thats cute. Every time I think i’m exaggerating how much of a gay brooklyn dad he is I see another clip of him parenting WG or his henchmen. Like this man oh my god. DTB is the most fruitcake ever

Also him and a couple other villains are the closest thing she has to parents when she’s being wordgirl, which is literally half of her life : D pain. No wonder that's who she reaches out to when she can’t talk to Sally and Tim

ALso also headcanon that she got her fear of spiders from Steven because of that one spider episode where they were both scared of spiders.

Becky being OBSESSED with pretty princess is wonderful and every time something interrupts her show the universe should compensate her with 1000 dollars.

She’s just absolutely adorable. She reminds me so much of the kids I work with at summer camp and it makes me happy. Witty little superhero pop off queen.

The way she’s comically horrible at art and anything related to art is a funny gag and her FINALLY understanding art and making a good painting in the second to last episode just because she realized that the reason Becky loves Violet’s art so much isn’t because it’s good, but because it’s Violet is the cutest thing in the world I am holding onto these two like they’re my children

And then rhyme and reason happens because this show is cruel

Also Becky should go apeshit. I'm embarrassed to say that during the entirety of Miss Power I was like “yessss be horrible yesss” just because I personally need all of my favorite characters to

a) suffer 

b) do awful things

c) both

More fanfics where she either goes evil or goes vigilante please idc if it’s in character or not. My fatal flaw is being obsessed with trying to write in character to the point where I avoid things that could be fun, don’t be me kids. Make wordgirl evil just because.

I might add on to this later but it’s already over two pages anyways I love becky wordgirl botsford

[yee-fxcking-haw]

•Porcelain Obsession•

Summary: Tamaki has a problem, a bad problem. He's obsessed, he's desperate, and he'll do whatever it takes to have you the way he wants you.

Pairing: Pro Hero Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader (both 18+)

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, noncon voyeurism, mild manipulation and sabotage, mild coercive behavior, male masturbation, panty theft, male ejaculation, cum eating. It's just real graphic, strap in.

A/N: I am hopeless, this will have a second part that will be so much more sinful with gratuitous tentacle content. Just tagged those that interacted with the posted about this fic as usual. This little series was inspire by a tiktok I saw, and I'm literally writing it for the sake of putting one zinger of line in it lol.

Playlist

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbubhQN/

Word Count: 4,184

Part Two: Love Me Tender

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Stunning, astounding, enchanting. You're an angel, you have to be. That's the only explanation for the way you shine, surrounded by some ethereal glow.

Tamaki Amajiki has a problem. No, it's not a problem, it's completely normal to fall in love, he's under a spell. He can't be blamed for it, he never stood a chance. Although, most people would call this a problem, but only people who don't understand.

An ignorant person would have seen him watching you from around the corner for weeks, following you to your house after work under the cover of darkness, and finally, finally getting a glance into your window at night and label him as obsessed or disturbed. He should have felt dirty for that, but he didn't, not even close. He felt almost holy.

He felt like some chosen follower that was allowed to witness a sacred ritual. He watched you all evening with immeasurable reverence. He took note of the way you ate, how intently you read, but his favorite part was watching you settle into your bed and fall asleep.

As soon as he saw it the first time, it became an addiction. Watching your body curl around your pillow, clutching the fabric as you snuggled into it. How sweet you looked, so soft, so innocent. It made his chest ache, it made him feel starved. He had to have you, smell you, feel you.

That was nearly three months ago. Now, he watches you every chance he gets. The days he doesn't get to, he feels like a pitiful addict going through withdrawal. He has to at least speak with you, know your voice, see your skin up close.

During his patrol around the city he comes to the conclusion that it has to be today. He feels like he's losing breath without knowing you, captured by your existence but suffocated by the distance. He will have you, he will do whatever it takes.

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At your age, you should at least have a friend or two, maybe go out on friday, possibly even work another job. None of that ever seems worth it, not worth the time or the money or the effort to pretend you enjoy it. Here you stay, stuck somewhere in between discontent for your situation and the refusal to do anything about it.

You only have a half hour left of your shift, everyone else has gone home and you’ve been left to do dishes and lock up, as usual. You huff and puff around the shop as you complete the final closing tasks. Anybody else could have stayed and closed, they probably should have too, considering how often you shut down by yourself so they can all go home.

Naturally, you jumped at the opportunity to stay late, where else are you going to go? Certainly not on a date or out with friends. You feel slightly better about making money while you burn the hours away, so you always end up here.

The sun has set already, leaving the illumination of the shop to the awful fluorescent lights that hang from the ceiling. It’s all so mundane, so simple, so dreadfully boring.

Then the bell above the door jingles.

You roll your eyes and throw your rag into the sink, the sign says closed. Why don’t people read? You huff out of the kitchen and into the serving area.

“Hey, sorry but we’re closed right now, we open again tomorrow-” You freeze, it can’t be him, it has to be some cosplayer, some wannabe.

“I’m sorry, I just- my phone died while I was on patrol and I needed to call my boss to let them know I was finished for the day. I was hoping there would be a phone in here that I could use.” His voice is so timid, so unsteady. It doesn’t sound anything like you would imagine the voice of a pro hero to sound.

You try to stay uninvolved with any hero business, all of the flashy quirks and the gossip and the drama. The theater of it bores you to tears, and you lack respect for anyone that uses their ability to save lives as a tool for gaining popularity. You find most heroes to be so incredibly irritating. Most of them, except one.

Suneater, the emerging pro hero that has been the focus of all of your thoughts lately. You've only seen glimpses of him in the news, seen his face on the back page of a magazine, or heard his name from other people. Any evidence of his existence rapidly became precious to you. You are not some hopeless fangirl, you do not collect merchandise or follow him around and beg for autographs.

You admire him, his subtlety, how genuinely different he is from all the other heroes. He isn’t some attention whore, he isn’t some pretty boy that’s always posing for fan service. His quirk is so unique and powerful, unparalleled by any hero on the charts right now. He’s a real hero, and so much of you wanted him to be your hero.

There he stands, right in front of you, in your shop, asking you for help. He’s far more beautiful than you could have possibly anticipated. He’s all porcelain skin and inky hair, deep indigo eyes pear out from under his magnificent hood. He stands so tall, yet comes across so reserved. He’s spectacular, he’s an angel, he has to be.

“Of- of course, it’s in the back, follow me.” You say, motioning for him to come around the corner with you as you tuck back into the kitchen.

“Thank you, this is very kind of you.” He says as he follows, cape swishing behind him as he moves. You don’t know, you can’t possibly know, how badly he wants to take you into his arms and finally know what your body feels like against his, how he wants to bury his face in your hair and inhale your scent. If he could get away with it, he would, oh how he would feel every inch of you. He can’t though, not yet. He has to be careful, he has to be smart.

I will have her, and she’ll have me.

“It’s no problem, it sucks to be stuck without a phone. I’m happy to help.” You say as you round the corner to your shop’s makeshift break room.

It’s not even a room really, just a corner tucked away with a phone on the wall and a few chairs around a cheap foldable table.

You turn to him and motion to the phone awkwardly, heat settling in your chest and all over your skin. Your heart races and you can feel your palms turning wet.

“Take as much time as you need, did you uh- are you hungry?” You ask, “I’m technically closed, but I can only imagine how hungry you are after a whole day patrolling, I could throw something together for you?”

God, you’re so sweet.

“Oh no, you d-don’t need to do that, I can eat at home.” He insists, your mind fixates on the way he stutters, the way his eyes dart down and his feet shift as he talks.

“I would like to. Please? If you’ll let me?” You say softly, heart pounding even faster when he shifts towards you slightly.

How perfect you are, already asking for permission…

“Are you sure, I really don’t want to create more work for you.” He says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. His gaze makes it hard to swallow, he looks at you so intently, you almost feel like you don’t have enough clothing on.

“No! I promise you won’t be. You’d also be missing out on the best takoyaki around if you didn’t let me, and that would be a tragedy.” You say, trying to entice him with your bold claim.

“Well I g-guess, if you put it that way.” He offers you a trace of a smile.

“I’ll get started while you make your call.” You say as you move to squeeze past him in the narrow hall. As you slide by, there’s a brief, precious moment where you stand inches from each other. You don’t dare look up at him as you skate by, You know your legs will fail you if you meet his eyes while standing so close, and you can’t risk the embarrassment of dropping to your knees in front of a stranger, even if he is a hero,

He doesn’t say a word, simple stalks towards the phone as you glide down the rest of the hallway and into the kitchen.

You slip into autopilot in the kitchen, your brain is far too fixated on the fact that Suneater is down the hall, in your shop, using your phone. You clink around some pans, prepare the octopus meat and the batter and get to work. You can’t overhear him talking to anyone with all the noise you’re making, you almost want to apologize for being so noisy.

Your mind settles on thinking about how beautiful he is, how strong he looks, how easily he could overpower anyone… especially you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, it shouldn’t, but holy hell it does.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him come into the kitchen, you immediately start to berate yourself for thinking that way about him. He’s a hero, he would never be interested in something like that with someone like you.

“I think the phone is down, do you maybe have a- a cell phone i could use?” He seems almost ashamed of the question, it makes your chest ache.

“Shit, that line is always being funny. I’m sorry, but I left my cell this morning.” You say, flipping the takoyaki around in their tray so they’ll cook evenly.

“I live just across the street though, I can run and grab it while you eat.” You say, desperate to help him in any way you can.

I know you’re just across the street.

He just shakes his head and bunches his cape in his fists, a very faint blush spreads across his cheeks and it makes your heart do summersaults.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that, you’re already doing t-too much for me. You don’t need to make the extra t-trip, I can just call my boss when I’m home”

“Really, it’s not too much, if you’re worried about the extra trip you can just walk me home and use it when we get there. I imagine you would need to call as quickly as possible and get somebody on patrol now that you’re off.” You say, catching yourself a little when you sound too desperate.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable?” As he talks, he shuffles so he can press himself up into the corner of the kitchen, almost looking like he wants to melt into the wall.

“Well, considering your occupation is literally saving people, I definitely don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s not like you’re some crazy kidnapper.” You chuckle a little as you plate up the takoyaki. You try not to give attention to the twisted thoughts that enter your mind when you mention the kidnapping, pushing down the desire to be taken away from the colorless life you live.

If you only knew how badly I want to take you, to have you, keep you…

“I guess you have a p-point.” He says, taking the plate with a soft thank you. He starts stuffing his face with the spheres of breaded octopus immediately, letting a small content sigh leave his body.

“This is incredible, thank you, um, can I ask what your n-name is?” That damn stutter is going to turn your bones to jelly.

You say your name quietly, he responds by repeating it back to you, like he’s checking the pronunciation. You just nod as you open the fridge and pull out a gallon of green tea so you can pour him a glass.

“T-Tamaki, my name’s Tamaki Amajiki.” He says with his shy voice.

A warm, invasive feeling spreads through you. You have to remain calm, pretend that his real name is news to you, pretend that you haven’t spent hours searching through fanfictions listed under that name.

You chat as he finishes his food, thanking him as he mumbles compliments about you cooking in between bites. It doesn’t take long for him to take down the plate. He thanks you over and over as you clean the rest up. He stays glued to his spot in the corner until you take your apron off and hang it on the rack with the others.

“Alright, let’s get you to that phone.” You say as you grab your keys off the hook and switch the lights off.

When you turn to look at him the breath is stolen from your lungs immediately. He looks so celestial in the dark, somehow glowing in the dark. He’s stunning, he’s perfect, he’s painfully out of your league. You remind yourself of that last fact in order to still your nerves.

You turn on your heels and walk towards the door as quickly as you can without seeming rushed. He follows silently, the heavy sound of his thick cloak floating around him makes the hair on your neck stand up. He even sounds powerful.

After you exit the building, he stands with his back to you as you lock the door. His stance is protective, surveying the streets around you like a real hero. You can’t let it go to your head, it’s not for you specifically, he would do this for anyone, it’s his job.

The walk to your house isn’t really uncomfortable, but it is tense. The energy between you is painfully obvious, just not to each other. You both want to speak, ask about each other, know each other, but neither has the guts to make the first move.

While you walk, Tamaki’s head is constantly on a swivel, and he stays so very close to you. It makes your chest ache, the feeling of being so safe next to such an intimidating man. Nobody would dare approach you with him next to you. You would damn near kill to have this all the time, if not all the time at least as often as possible.

You arrive at your house after not even two minutes of tension filled strolling. Silently, cautiously, you both enter your home after you unlock the door.

"It's so cozy." Tamaki says immediately upon seeing all of the soft lights and pastels that make up your decor. He’s nearly trembling with excitement from finally being able to see inside your little world. After watching from the outside for so long, he can finally learn more about you.

"Oh, thanks, I try to keep it soft looking in here. It helps me decompress after a day at a busy restaurant." You explain, setting your keys in their dish before leading him down the hallway to the kitchen.

The house is nothing special, a simple little single bedroom, one story with a relatively open floor plan. It’s small but easy to afford and keep clean. It works for you.

“I’ll go grab the phone from my room, feel free to sit down.” You say, gesturing at the two chairs on either side of your tiny breakfast nook.

He just nods quietly, taking small glances around the rest of your house. You find his hypervigilance charming. It makes you feel incredibly secure to know he’s so aware of his surroundings.

You walk off to your bedroom then, leaving him to stand in your dimly lit kitchen.

Instantly, his eyes zero in on the laundry basket full of clothes that’s sitting on your counter. His body moves without his mind’s permission, his heart thrums in his chest once he catches something pink and lacy.

He can’t help but think you’ve done it on purpose, like you’re some spider sitting up in your web waiting for a poor little bug to stumble along and get all caught up. He’s more than willing to be that bug, and so desperate to get caught up.

He grabs the fabric quickly, as it unravels in his hands he sees what it is and his breathing stops.

It’s a pair of underwear, your underwear.

His fingers go all twitchy as he shoves his hood off to expose his pointed ears, wanting to be able to hear your footsteps.

He brings the panties and takes a deep breath in.

They’re not clean.

He has to choke back the noise that threatens to escape when he finally smells the intoxicating aroma. You smell so fucking sweet. His body reacts instantaneously, goosebumps raise on his flesh as he’s dick twitches in his pants.

God he feels dirty, but why should he? You lead him in here, after cooking for him and being so kind. You left this little gift out for him, you had to know what you were doing.

The sound of soft footsteps jolts him back to reality. He shoves the underwear deep into one of his pockets, he’ll keep them as long as he can, preferably forever.

“Sorry it took me a minute, I’m constantly misplacing everything. One of those ‘lose my head if it wasn’t attached to me’ kind of people.” You give a half hearted laugh, which he returns with a cute little chuckle as he takes your phone.

“Oh sorry about the laundry, I’m a bit of a mess today.” Hot embarrassment fills you as you grab the basket of dirty clothes off the counter and hoist it onto your hip.

“Don’t be sorry, you weren’t expecting any visitors.” He assures you, voice soft and soothing.

“I’ll run this to my room and give you some privacy.” You say, turning once again to leave him alone.

As soon as you’re out of the room his shoulders drop and he lets out a quaking breath. Having you so close after filling his mind with your smell pushed him to the very limit. He wants to grab you and lay you out on the counter, rip your pants off and shove his face between your thighs. He wants to drown in every smell and taste you can offer him. He wants to gorge himself on your sweet little cunt.

He can’t think straight. He’s fully hard, his skin is boiling and his mind is fuzzy. He has to get out of here, he has to get to somewhere hidden, Somewhere he can fuck his fist and think of playing with your soft body. Maybe, just maybe, if he stuffs your panties in his mouth he can taste a trace of you.

When you return he says a very quick goodbye, says something about stopping by your shop again so he can see you again. He doesn’t know for sure what words he uses, he’s too focused on getting out before you notice his erection, before you smell the shame wafting off of him in thick waves.

He has to go before he makes a mistake, before he ruins all of his plans.

You follow him to the door to let him out, bidding him goodnight with your gentle, enchanting voice.

You’ll never know that the phone at the restaurant worked fine, that he never even had to call Fatgum. You’ll never know that he stole from you, that he almost lost it and took you home with him. You won’t ever know that he’s not going home now that he’s left your home.

Urgently, he swoops around the corner of your house, heading straight for your bedroom window. His pants feel so tight it’s maddening, he’s frantic, he’s slipping.

As soon as he reaches the bedroom window, his favorite window, he slumps against the building with one arm as the other shoots down to his pants. He takes a quick glance around, noting that the lights in the surrounding buildings are all out given the hour.

He should be safe.

Then you walk into your room, the image of you is distorted slightly by the white sheers you have up, but only slightly, only enough to make you look like some fuzzy apparition.

She uses these curtains on purpose, she wants me to see.

You have no interest in showering tonight, now exhausted and confused. Did you say something wrong? Why did he take off like that? He did say he would see you tomorrow, though, which gives you a bubbly feeling.

You strip your clothes off, and it shreds Tamaki’s last ounce of self control.

You little fucking tease.

You undress until you’re left in your simple white underwear.

Tamaki’s hand is in his pants the second you crawl into bed. He grabs his aching length, thumbing at his head as he watches you shuffle around in the blankets. His mouth waters when he sees your collar bones, his breath hitches when he sees the way your stomach rolls when you sit. He starts to stroke himself slowly when you leave one leg out of your blankets.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he remembers the precious gift in his pocket.

He snatches the panties out as he watches you move, as he zeroes in on the meat of your thigh. He shoves the fabric of the crotch into his mouth and bites. He bites your panties like he wants to bite your delicious looking legs.

His hand jerks more rapidly as the faintest flavor spreads across his tongue. His cheeks are pink and his eyes start to tear up as he trembles from the euphoria of knowing you this intimately. His hips thrust into his fist as he claws at the panites, pulling the fabric tight as he watches you drift off to sleep.

His mind races through every possible way he would take you. How he would ruin and claim every inch of you. The idea of you shaking beneath him, moaning his name so sweetly, begging him to keep going, maybe begging him to stop, it makes him want to break down the window.

He tongues at your panties, wishing he could swallow your slick. He feels so unbelievably envious of the fact that the fabric in his mouth has been so close to your perfect little hole. The thing he wants to taste the most, feel the most, fuck the most.

His hand tightens around his dick as he tries to imagine how tight you would feel around him. He rips your panties out for just a brief second so he can spit down into his palm, wrapping it around his cock the second the spit reaches his skin.

“Shit- fuck- shit- fucking love you.” He chokes out as his eyes stay locked on your body.

Once the panties are back in his mouth, the free hand flattens against the window.

Then you shift, hips rolling gently as you adjust your position, exposing your cute little ass to him.

“Slut- bad little slut.” He huffs out as he claws at the window. He feels his balls start to seize up as he focuses on his swollen head, fucking it as fast as he can whle he imagines you with your head buried in the pillows as you stick your ass in the air for him.

He tears the panties out of his mouth and holds the crotch of them in front of his dick, drool slips over his bottom lip as he lets out a high, broken moan while he starts to spill into them.

His body quakes and shivers as he squirts rope after rope of hot cum into his stolen prize. Tears wet his cheeks while drool soaks his chin as he strokes himself through his climax.

He chants your name over and over again, watching the way his seed ruins your pretty little panties. In his orgasmic haze, he brings the panties back to his mouth full of his own release, he laps it up as he eyes roll to the back of his head, pretending he’s made you cream yourself, pretending he’s tasting you instead.

It’s filthy, it’s depraved, but he doesn’t care, he needs it, he’d die without it. He swallows the rest of his own cum down with a greedy whine as he watches your perfect form lay there so peacefully.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, how many more times he fucks his hand while he watches you sleep, only to leave himself covered in sweat and cum and shame. Somehow, he finds himself walking away, as much as it hurts, he knows he can't indulge himself all night.

Once he’s finally home, he collapses, body buzzing and addicted. He sleeps with your soiled panties clutched in his fist. He wakes up with one thought on his mind, he needs more.