#i won't entertain aggressive asks if there need be

[ghostsofharrenhal]

Taylor Swift demands Jack Sweeney stop tracking her jet - The Washington Post (archive.org)

^ Link to the article without paywall

This honestly does it for me. After all the TS oversaturation the past year (and yes, I did enjoy Eras and supported her music until Midnights; Lord knows I've listened to her since I was a preteen), I'm surrendering my [casual] Swiftie card. I've tried to like her as a person/brand (brand is the better word) but now I cannot dissociate her image from her music anymore (I can't "kill" the artist from the art anymore).

How she straight-up acted in the Grammys (the Celine snub then PR cleanup, making the awards show all about her, the strategic announcement of TPD, I could go on objectively but yeah) might just be the tipping point already. And who am I, right? What's one less listener? What's one less woman who denounces TS's white feminism and performative/selective activism?

I've ignored the M*tt H**ly debacle, the Ice Spice tokenization, the Olivia Rodrigo royalties issue which I knew against my will, the Person of the Year hot water, the brat pack upgrade featuring Republican Lana Del Rey, the 'self-made' origins myth debunked, the rubbing elbows with Mahomes, the ever-growing rabid fanbase out for blood, and so on, so on.

As a person of color I just want these things out. If 'feminism' is enabling this billionaire to get away with her crimes (yes, she's a climate criminal now for me, what with using her jet as a taxi to see her newest boytoy across the globe), then I'm not seated. If 'feminism' is shrugging off her response or lack of action towards the fan, Ana Clara, who died in the Brazil leg of the tour, then I am speaking now.

I guess, it's finally been exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero.

[yanmuffins]

the way I screamed when you said you were going to write a fanfic about Phineas and Ferb reader-

giggling, kicking my feet, twirling my hair, squealing like a highschooler who just got their first crush-

aniway, more about the reader and Damian! think about the crazy adventures that the reader would drag Damian into, they way he would keep insisting that it was just so he could collect enough evidence about the crazy things reader did so he could get them busted, but deep down, they both know he was having just as much fun as reader was while blowing shit up, going into the space to steal back the moon, going into the past to see real life dinosaurs and etc

and when Batfam finds out everything, he can't deny that he misses when it was just the two of them and a new gadget Reader created to entertain them all day long

sad, sad ending... AND THEN THE SECRET OF THE PLATYPUS IS REVEALED

even the reader is shocked, but they are supportive and understanding immediately

In the corner, Batman is about to faint because seriously, how many more secrets will this family discover in the space of a week? First the only child he thought was normal in this crazy ass vigilante family turns out to be an engineering genius bordering on Bob the Builder crime lord version, and then he discovers that he has given that same child permission to build insane shit in his backyard and now, the goddamn platypus is an goverment agent and is an active member of the JL, and also, CLARK KNEW!

dear lord, i have a lot of free time (also, same anon from the previous ask, hi!)

context &. context.

hi, anon! ヾ(>ω<○)

damian and phineas! reader's relationship has so much potential!

tbh as upset as he initially is no longer being the only blood child, i don't think he would straight up bully reader. rather, he brushes them off after deciding they are, indeed, just an unworthy illegitimate child with no remarkable skills (stellar perfomance at school doesn't count. neither do all those medals, trophies and awards they won in science fairs and international competitions that they proudly display in their bedroom). he limits himself to passive-aggressive quips that go over reader's head, scowling, unwillingness to engage and be friendly.

they're not a threat to him – his position in the family is unperturbed, he still gets undivided attention from father and his other siblings while they apparently couldn't care less about the newest addition to the waynes.

until reader's first summer vacation in gotham rolls in. one day they're back at their old neighborhood in metropolis helping their friend sell lemonade and the other they're creating something called s'winter in bruce wayne's backyard. it's preposterous, dangerou, reckless, and he needs to tell his father. but then it disappears, it keeps disappearing, the family keeps missing those insane gadgets that are so obvious and he can barely stand it!

that's when he becomes glued at the hip with their sibling: the goal is to expose them to the rest of the family, obviously. he's dedicated to busting reader's summer fun at first, he still very much dislikes his sibling, the deluxe treehouse they built him is totally not cool at all, but... well. maybe they're not so bad. he won't admit it out loud, but it's impressive that they can come up with so many creative schemes and bring them to life in a day. and he's got some cool memories out of it too.

so when reader is busted, it feels... weird. now he has to share their attention with everyone else (as if sharing it with jon and your stupid friends wasn't bad enough), and the family wants to keep them cooped up at home when there's plenty of mischief the two of them could be getting up to outside!

also, yup yup yup!! this is a visual representation of bruce finding out everything, from reader to platypus. i think clark knowing everything might make him want to just go bluescreen mode.

[ginnsbaker]

Bulletproof

Summary: You're the only Avenger who sleeps in a cell. | Series Masterlist

Word count: 2.9k+ | Tags: Mild Angst, Fluff, Sharing A Bed, Enemies to Lovers

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Requested by anon:

could i maybe request wanda x r where the whole team kinda mistreats them and wanda is especially bad. & r saving wanda on a mission, with this: wanda: “How'd you know you were bulletproof?" r: "I didn't. I just knew that you weren't."

Author's note: Thank you to the anon who requested this :) Not sure if this is exactly how you wanted it, but I had fun writing the battle (my first time!) Hope you don't mind I took some liberties ;) Takes place before Civil War.

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“You don’t have to be so mean to them,” Natasha tells her. 

Wanda's eyes narrow as she continues to fixate on you, her glare seemingly willing the daggers to find their mark. You can sense the energy of her powers tingling in the air, but she maintains control, stopping the daggers just short of their target.

“They need to know what they’re up against,” Wanda retorts, her accent slipping through in a rare moment. “If they’re going to be one of us, they have to prove themselves.”

Natasha moves to stand between you and Wanda, her body language calm but assertive. “They will, in time. But not like this.”

You can feel your heart pounding, but you refuse to let Wanda see any fear in your eyes. Your choice to leave your former life and join this team wasn't made lightly, and you won't be intimidated.

“I'm right here,” you say, stepping forward. “And I'm not going anywhere. If you want to test me, do it properly.”

Wanda smirks, and the daggers drop to the floor, clattering loudly in the silence. “Impressive,” she says, almost as an afterthought.

Steve Rogers, observing from the sidelines, steps in to defuse the situation. His authoritative presence commands respect, and his voice is steady and even. “That's enough for today. We're a team, and we need to start acting like one.”

He looks at you, his eyes filled with understanding but also a hint of caution. “However,” he continues, his tone shifting, “You'll still be sleeping in the cells.”

Your heart plummets, each word from Steve feeling like a blade to your chest. Being sent back to that room, devoid of windows, with only a tiny bed and a comforter too thin to ward off the chill, feels like a betrayal every time. You've spent nights there, shivering and reflecting on your decision to join this team, yet still, you find yourself confined.

“After several months of captivity, even cooking your dinner, you still don't trust me?” you ask, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice.

Steve's expression softens, but his resolve remains firm. “It's not about trust,” he says quietly, his voice carrying a weight of experience and pain. “We've been crossed so many times before, mostly by former HYDRA agents.”

Like you, he doesn’t need to say.

You understand the logic, but it doesn't make the reality any easier to swallow. The sense of being an outsider, the cold isolation of the cells—it wears on you.

Wanda, who had been silent up to this point, suddenly speaks up. “Maybe you should just leave then. If it's so unbearable, why stay?”

The room goes quiet. 

A thousand retorts spring to your mind, but you swallow them down, unwilling to escalate the situation further. The temptation to throw back that it's rich coming from her, considering she's also a former footsoldier of HYDRA, is strong, but you bite your tongue. 

You look at her, stunned by the bluntness of her suggestion, but also recognizing the challenge in her eyes. 

Her words strike deeper than she may realize. Leaving isn't an option you've entertained, mainly because there's nowhere for you to go. No one left in your life to turn to. This makeshift “family” despite their reservation and distance, is all you have.

-

The days that follow are marked by a subtle but relentless isolation. 

In the training room, Wanda's partnership becomes more aggressive than usual. Her powers lash out without warning, her critiques sharp and cutting. You hold your own, but the lack of camaraderie is palpable. Each comment she makes stings, and with every barb, you feel more and more alone.

At meal times, the rest of the Avengers seem to be in their own world, deep in conversation, sharing stories, laughing. You sit at the end of the table, your presence barely acknowledged, a shadow among them. Your attempts to join in are met with curt replies or indifference. You try to brush it off, believing that you should be used to rejection by now. But no matter how much you tell yourself that you're accustomed to it, that you've developed a thick skin, the pain is still there, raw and fresh.

Mission briefings are no better. Your opinions and insights are consistently overlooked. You contribute where you can, but your ideas are dismissed without consideration. You are a tool, a means to an end, not a part of the team. The realization gnaws at you, festering in the pit of your stomach.

Casual encounters with the team become equally disheartening. Tony passes you in the hallway without so much as a glance. Natasha avoids eye contact. Bruce mumbles something noncommittal when you try to engage him in conversation. Steve's assignments are devoid of the warmth or encouragement he shows to everyone else.

Your cell becomes a constant reminder of your status, metaphor for how the entire team treats you. 

You’re both just a weapon and a first-aid kit at their disposal.

Wanda is relentless, her words sharp and her gaze cold. You have no idea why she treats you worse than any of them, why her manner towards you has turned so hostile. You don't understand why you get under her skin without even trying, why she seems to target you with a venom that feels deeply personal.

You were expecting that Wanda would be the one to understand what it feels like to be an outsider, given that you both share a common history as former HYDRA agents. 

As the days turn into weeks, the isolation wears you down. The walls of your cell seem to close in, and a growing determination to prove yourself begins to take hold. 

You'll show them all that you're more than just a disposable weapon.

But underlying that determination is a gnawing doubt, a fear that no matter what you do, it will never be enough to earn their respect, their trust, or their friendship. It's a lonely road, and for the first time, you begin to wonder if Wanda's earlier suggestion might hold some truth.

Perhaps it would be easier to leave.

-

It’s not like you know the extent of your abilities, but they bring you along the most dangerous missions for one thing:

Your healing ability.

On top of your martial arts training, you provide a sense of security to your teammates, knowing that you'll be there to heal them if they get hurt.

Now, you find yourself on one such mission, infiltrating a den of underground supers. These aren't ordinary criminals; they're mercenaries hired to carry out the dirty work of high-ranking government officials. It's a treacherous job, one filled with unknown risks, and you've been paired with Wanda for the operation.

As you and Wanda are attempting to escape, things take a turn for the worse. You find yourselves cornered in an alley, your escape route cut off by a group of armed thugs and a few individuals displaying unnerving superpowers.

Wanda takes on those with special abilities, her eyes glowing red as she unleashes her powers in a flurry of attacks. You, on the other hand, focus on the armed assailants, wielding two-handed pistols with expert precision. Bullets fly, and bodies fall as you both fight for your lives.

But in the midst of the chaos, you notice something that sends a chill down your spine. Snipers, perched on a nearby rooftop, taking aim at Wanda. Even with your healing abilities, you know that a precise shot to the head would be fatal.

“Wanda, get down!” you shout, but she's too engrossed in her battle to hear you. Your mind races, knowing that you have only seconds to act. 

Without a second thought, you turn and run towards Wanda, your body moving on pure instinct. Bullets whiz by your ear, but you keep going, your focus solely on reaching her before it's too late.

You leap into the air, positioning yourself between Wanda and the snipers just as they pull the trigger. 

You hear the distant release of the bullet, muted but deadly.

The world seems to slow down as you brace for the impact, only to feel the bullets bounce off your skin.

You land, unscathed, your mind reeling from the realization that you're bulletproof. But there's no time to dwell on it.

Wanda looks at you, her eyes wide with shock but also gratitude. “How did you–”

“No time!” you cut her off, urging her to keep fighting. “We have to get out of here!”

Wanda's eyes flare with a vivid scarlet as she zeroes in on the snipers in the vicinity. With a flourish of her hands, she uses her powers to locate each of their positions. A pulse of energy emanates from her fingertips, reaching out to the snipers' weapons, and within moments, the firearms disintegrate into dust, leaving the men defenseless.

Seeing an opening, you reach for Wanda's arm, your grip firm but not rough. There's no time to waste, and you start pulling her towards the exit, half running, half dragging her to safety. Her breath is warm on your neck, her body close to yours, as you weave through the maze of alleyways, your heart pounding in your chest.

Once you're at a safe distance, Wanda turns to you. “How'd you know you were bulletproof?”

“I didn't,” you admit, still in disbelief, and much to Wanda’s horror that you almost got yourself killed for her sake. “I just knew you weren't. And if those bullets got to you, I wouldn't be able to heal someone who's already dead.”

Wanda stares at you, her eyes searching your face as if she's trying to see something… deeper. Her lips part, like she wants to say something more, something that's just on the tip of her tongue but won't come out.

That's when you realize that you're still holding her arm, your bodies so close that you can feel her heartbeat. A flush of embarrassment washes over you as you become aware of the intimate proximity. Wanda clears her throat, a delicate, almost shy sound, and you immediately let go of her arm.

The silence that follows your sudden step back is heavy and awkward. You can't help but glance at the spot where your hand had been moments ago, still feeling the ghostly sensation of her arm beneath your fingers.

You look at Wanda, and she's looking back at you, her eyes wide and filled with something you can't quite name. 

And then, without warning, Wanda starts to laugh.

It's a soft, bubbling sound at first, almost as if she's surprised by it herself. Her laughter grows, becoming louder and more contagious, and you can't help but stare at her, your mouth agape, wondering if she's lost her mind.

“What's so funny?” you finally manage to ask.

Wanda wipes a tear from her eye, still chuckling. “I was just thinking,” she says, her nose scrunching, something you haven’t seen on her and you find it quite��� adorable. “You're like a shield now. As effective as Steve's vibranium one, maybe even more so.”

The absurdity of the statement causes you to finally join in her laugh, and your heart seems to flutter at the sound of Wanda's glee.

“I don't know about that,” you say, trying to sound modest but unable to keep the smile off your face. “Steve's shield has a bit more style.”

“Oh, I don't know,” Wanda teases, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “There's something quite stylish about being bulletproof. And practical too.”

Was that a compliment?

You shake your head, still smiling, your previous awkwardness forgotten. You're not only pleased at the first light banter you've shared with a teammate but also smiling at something else, something that stirs deep inside you and that you're not quite ready to confront.

Your crush on Wanda Maximoff.

-

The toll of the day's event is weighing down on you and Wanda, but like every mission, you're required to report the details of the mission–successful or not. Your muscles are sore, your mind is weary, but the mission was a success, and you can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Arriving back at the Avengers compound, you follow Wanda into the debriefing room where Steve is waiting. Wanda explains what happened, how you discovered your newfound ability, and saved her life. Her voice is filled with respect and something more, something warmer, as she recounts your bravery.

Steve's face lights up with pride. “You both did well today. I'm proud of how you handled yourselves out there.”

You exchange a glance with Wanda, waiting for something more, perhaps some acknowledgment of your change in status within the team, or even an upgrade to your sleeping quarters. But instead, Steve simply nods, his face turning serious. “Dismissed.”

Wanda's face falls, and you feel a sharp pang of disappointment. You start to retreat towards your cell, the cold, windowless room that's been your home for months, but Wanda's voice stops you in your tracks.

“Wait a minute, Steve,” she protests. “After all that's happened, after all Y/N has done for us, don't you think it's time for a change? A real room, perhaps?”

Steve looks between you and Wanda. You hold your breath, hoping for a reprieve from the isolation you've been feeling.

Finally, Steve sighs, his face softening. “Wanda, if it were up to me, Y/N would have their own room already. But it's not that simple,” he explains, his voice strained. “I still need to place an official request with Tony. He's the one who approves these things.”

You can hear the frustration in Steve's voice, and you realize that he's fighting for you, in his own way.

“Fine,” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “But this needs to be done quickly, Steve. It's not right.”

“I agree. I'll talk to Tony first thing tomorrow.”

As you turn to leave and retreat back to your cell, Wanda's hand on your arm stops you, and you look back at her, surprised by the action.

“Come with me,” she says. Without another word, she leads you towards her quarters. 

Your heart quickens at her words, and you follow her, trying to process what's happening. 

Is she really inviting you to stay in her room?

Once inside her quarters, the reality of the situation sinks in, and a nervous tension takes hold. Her room is filled with personal touches–little trinkets, photographs, her clothes all over the place–that provide glimpses into a life you've only seen from a distance. You feel like an intruder, momentarily paralyzed as you take in the intimacy of her space.

Wanda seems to pick up on your hesitation, her eyes narrowing as she studies you. A smirk plays on her lips as she teases, “Don't look so terrified. I won't bite.”

You chuckle at her remark. “Well, that's a relief.”

Wanda's eyes sparkle with amusement, and she moves further into the room, gesturing for you to follow. “Make yourself at home,” she says. She then goes to the closet and begins to pull out a spare pillow and blanket. “You'll be staying here with me until we sort out a room for you,” she says.

“Thanks, Wanda,” you say softly.

Without further comment, you move to make your bed on the floor, your movements deliberate and slow as you try to give her space and respect her privacy.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks, her eyes widening as she realizes your intention.

“I'm just getting ready to sleep,” you explain, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I'm quite tired.”

“No, what are you doing on the floor?” she clarifies, a hint of disbelief in her voice. “You're sharing the bed with me.”

“I wouldn't want to impose,” you say, though the offer is tempting.

“You're not imposing,” Wanda assures you, her eyes sincere. “You've earned a proper bed, and I trust you.”

The word 'trust' hits you like a wave, and you feel tears pricking at the back of your eyes. 

Blinking them back, your voice cracks a little as you reply, “Thank you, Wanda. That means more to me than you know.”

“Good night, Y/N,” Wanda whispers, turning on her side to face you.

“Good night, Wanda,” you say, just as softly.

You both settle on the bed, and with a flick of her wrist, Wanda uses her powers to switch off the light.

The softness of Wanda's bed is worlds away from the harsh, unforgiving mattress in your cell. You find yourself sinking into the plush comfort, every muscle in your body releasing the tension from the dangerous mission earlier. The scent of Wanda on the pillows only adds to the incomparable comfort they provide. The difference is staggering, and it contributes to you falling asleep much more quickly than you have in a long time.

In the middle of the night, you're stirred awake by the feeling of Wanda rolling closer to you. Her arm finds its way over your stomach, and her soft snores fill the room. Being ever alert, the small action wakes you, but as soon as you realize it's just Wanda, a smile forms on your face.

You lie there for a moment, taking in the warmth and the gentle pressure of her hand. A soft blush creeps up your cheeks as you place your hand over hers to keep it there.

You've become more than just teammates.

You've become friends.

And maybe, just maybe, something more.

[strwberri-milk]

Hiiii ! I really love your work, you are amazing♡ .

Can I request how lads boys react when reader ignores them on purpose( like teasing them, , although they already figured it out ) , and how they try to attract attention ,maybe they have their own methods.. (╯✧▽✧)╯

Love ya!

Zayne decides if you're going to be childish he has no problems treating you like a child. He clocked it immediately that you're being passive aggressive teasingly and ignoring him just to mess with him. He's used to your antics and honestly, doesn't mind humouring you.

He does ignore you right back but he'll say things that pique your interest, knowing that your stubbornness won't allow you to ask him about them further. He will make mentions of wondering what to do for dinner, maybe wanting to order in as a treat but it's too bad you won't talk to him so he can't figure out what to get.

He'll putter around your home making similar statements, almost playing a game of chicken to see if you'll give up once the prize is enticing enough. It comes to an end as he's actively ordering dinner, messing with you by ordering the healthiest option - aka nothing that you would prefer - and you practically jump at him to beg that he orders something you'd enjoy eating. He simply smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, amending the order quickiy as he gives you a smug look.

Xavier doesn't really understand what's happening. All he knows is that you keep giving him pointed looks but you won't respond to anything he says. He thinks you need space from him so he decides to oblige, walking away and entertaining himself as he waits for you to start talking to him again.

You follow after him after a bit of time passes, finding him on his phone in bed. He gives you a questioning look and it's only now that you realise he still is unaware that you were messing with you. You feel so guilty when you meet his soft gaze, Xavier asking quietly if everything was okay.

You duck under the covers with him immediately, telling him that you were just messing with him because you wanted to see how he would react. It takes a couple of minutes for him to understand what you're telling him but once he does understand he unintentionally gives you the cutest pout as he sulks, asking why you wanted to mess with him like that.

You feel so guilty after he asks you that that you promise you'll never do that to him again, cuddling him closet to make up for it all. He assures you that it's okay and he isn't upset with you at all - but he will keep a mental note of it so he can mess with you back to exact his revenge on you.

Rafayel was the one who started this. He decided to start sulking after you "slighted" him (read: didn't cuddle him for long enough when the two of you woke up) and thought the best course of action would be to ignore you until you begged for his forgiveness (read: kiss him until he forgets his name).

It's more fun to ignore him in response and gives you some peace and quiet for once. You decide to read a book in the bedroom, curling up on the sheets and keeping yourself out of his way. Rafayel notices your absence immediately, throwing the door open as he stares you down. It'd be menacing if Rafayel could muster even an ounce of dislike towards you but he really can't looking more like a kicked puppy as he asks if you're seriously ignoring him right now.

You open your arms up for him to join you and he very happily joins you, nuzzling against your neck and collar like a cat. You card your fingers through his hair, teasing up as you ask if he's learned his lesson by now. You can feel him nod but you know it means nothing - you just have to bide your time until his next bid for attention starts.

[pressureplus]

sebby x transmasc reader headcanons? i'm feeling self indulgent today >:)

Whoo, Yeah! I'm finally getting to answer this one! I personally have little to no gender at any point in time, and my lovely Co-Star has all of the gender and fluctuates fairly regularly between the shiny genders they've collected. So this is written from the shared trans braincell, gotta support the homies ✨

(Hope you have a wonderful day!)

Sebastian Solace x Transmasc Reader

[Warnings: Transphobia and misgendering (neither one from Sebby) and mentions of Dysphoria]

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• Honestly, this fish bastard couldn't care less

• Your gender, job, and species are COMPLETELY irrelevant to him, the ONLY thing he really cares about is whether or not you are going to buy his stuff

• His gender? Shopkeeper. Now give him your data-

• If it's not addressed, you are literally just another man that Urbanshade sent on a suicide mission, he really doesn't care what is or is not in your boxers

• Can't stress enough that he's ONLY supportive when you or someone else brings it up, Sebby never pushes the topic. If you didn't know you told him or that he found out, you'd honestly think he didn't know

• Now, are there ways this becomes relevant to him? No, absolutely not, you are just another guy that's going to buy an expensive flashlight and then die several terrible deaths.

• It's not until one of the other expendables starts to misgender you that he even seems to notice

• "She? I don't particularly see any women in my shop at the moment- If you're sick I'm going to have to ask you to leave so we don't catch whatever nasty thing you have."

• "I think you meant 'Him', as in 'I am going to hand Him my gun and look away when He makes you a stain on my tile'. Do you understand me, expendable?"

• "It's funny hearing someone only packing 3 inches try to decide what is and isn't a man. I think we all know his is bigger than yours is, so if you could shut up about it that would be great."

• Sometimes he's more sassy, sometimes more outwardly aggressive, and occasionally he tells someone off in a way that's a bit more on the side of entertaining, but he does always make a point to stick up for you

• If you need your hair cut, he'll do it. He cuts his own hair and has for the last decade, so he's actually pretty good at it! Better at messy styles, but he'll try a clean one if you really want him to

• "If you die because your hair is in your eyes, I won't get your data. You must understand this is to my own benefit, Y/N."

• Sebastian is... Starting to call you by your name. You're not sure when you stopped being an expendable like everyone else and started being the name you actually chose for yourself, but you've surely become different to him

• Sebastian was born a man, and handles issues regarding your situation completely casually unless it 100% HAS to be verbally brought up, so you are left completely confused by what you did to get closer to him like this

• Was it somewhere between him validating you or defending you? Was it when he sat with you for the first or third time while you were wrestling your disphoria? Was it trust, or maybe pity... It couldn't be pity, right?

• One day you'll find out he's sees himself in you

• He says it like a joke when he starts to talk about how they treat you differently when they don't understand you. Researchers treated him the same way a handful of the other people down here treat you.

• He knows it's not quite the same, but it feels the same for him sometimes. When they call him 'it' instead of he... Sometimes he calls himself an 'it' or a 'thing', too even though he knows he hates that. Do you feel that way when they call you a she? He'll just go ahead and start banning those people for you both, he doesn't like them anyway.

• He isn't comfortable in his own body anymore either. He didn't choose what he is now the same way you didn't choose what you were born as

• Sometimes, his body doesn't fit right, either. He hates that he understands that feeling, but he does...

• He's starting to get comfortable with that familiarity, and with maybe not feeling so alone

• Is it wrong of him to enjoy having found someone he can relate to? If even just a little?

• Sebastian knows it's probably awful of him, but he's making a point to be good to you for it

• It makes himself feel better for a while when you can connect like that so naturally...

• It makes him feel human again.

[running-with-kn1ves]

sooo you know how you wrote jealous bf x reader...would you ever considered writing the same reader witnessing someone flirting with jealous bf and flipping the roles on him?

On a crunch time so I'll just write some shortsie stuff for this ^^

I think jealous bf would want to see what reader would do before he acts. They'd be at a bar together, maybe reader went to the bathroom only to come back and find another pair of hands trying to roam against their boyfriend's shirt, a new untouched drink on the counter that this mystery person is tempting him to drink. Malachi would purposefully entertain them, subconsciously testing reader to see what they would do. Do they love him enough to stake their claim? How far are they willing to go, as far as he would?

I imagine reader wouldn't be as aggressive as Malachi-- likely stunned for a moment, before coming up and trying to drag him away.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Reader might ask, feigning cluelessness while wrapping his free hand in both of theirs, gently pulling him away from the bar rat.

"Nothing, just waiting for you. Seems i've caught the eye of a few others."

He'd prod, trying to invoke a reaction out of reader, not letting this sink into unspoken discussion like so many things between them do. He wanted, needed, you to verbalize your thoughts on watching him potentially get snatched up like a prize for the taking. He'd never betray or abandon you like that, but what did you think?

"Yeah? Maybe we should start wearing rings whenever we go out then."

Reader would joke, but the idea strikes Malachi so wonderfully that he won't hesitate to start shopping for garishly obvious promise rings for you both to sport before the night is over.

If it was a friend of reader's who kept pushing themselves onto Malachi or shamelessly flirting, I imagine reader would get pretty pissed, complaining and ranting to Malachi how they had the audacity to act so cutesy around THEIR boyfriend. This, Malachi likes best. He likes seeing reader pissed, upset over someone else wanting him. Makes him feel like maybe he's not the only obsessed, needy one in the relationship. He'll soothe reader, saying he's not going anywhere, that no one could replace them. And yet, the next time someone tries to flirt with him around reader, you won't find him discouraging their advances as obviously as a boyfriend should. He wants you to come in and be his savior.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I am politely asking for a bit more on Königs son the angst is so yummy 🥺

König loves his baby boy... Until it starts to talk.

He absolutely adores the baby when it’s born, he can’t sleep at nights because he has to go and check if the boy is still breathing in the crib. König loves to hold him close and rock him in his lap, wants to give him baths and even changes the diapers, is so invested in the little chubby nugget that it’s a bit perplexing to see him so babbly cuddly towards someone who isn’t this poor Prince’s mother.

But when the boy doesn’t need him so much anymore, when he starts to show independence and express his own will, starts to walk and run and hide and talk back to him, it makes König uncomfortable.

He’s not in control anymore, he’s not needed. He’s the one who’s always away, he’s the unfamiliar face, the stern voice, the “strange man”, the one who makes the boy look angry or afraid. He becomes the bad guy.

It’s not bullying if his own son doesn’t prefer him, König knows it. But it still hurts to feel like an alien in his own home. It feels like a personal insult to be the last choice once again.

König’s son sees his father as a judge, a tyrant, a competitor because every time he’s home, mum’s all hearts and smiles. The parent who’s supposed to represent the whole world to our Prince suddenly becomes weak and clingy and needy.

And for what? For some big foreign man who stares him down as if he’s nothing but dirt under his boot. Asks him if he’s been nice to mum and if he’s helped her with the chores. When mum’s not in hearing distance, König tells him he shouldn’t trouble her with his crying and whining... If he’s nice and behaves, König will bring him toys from his “work trips”.

He rarely brings any because “he couldn't find anything”. Mum is the one who gets foreign delicacies, perfumes and the like. König’s son soon understands it doesn't matter how well he behaves because it will never be enough.

In his dreams, he tries to kill König every now and then. The old bastard only laughs. He laughs, even in his dreams because he’s weaker than him, not a threat at all, only entertaining when he gets mad… He laughs and just won't die.

Mum comes first, always. Whatever she says is the law. Whatever she wants, she shall have. The way his father worships this woman is eerie, disturbing, and invokes so much jealousy that König’s son is not sure who he’s even supposed to be jealous of. This stupid fucker or his mum who seems to lose brain cells every time this dick returns home and disturbs their peace?

Girls are both Madonnas and whores to him after he has watched this tyrant become a babbling, spineless mess over an upset woman. The world quakes everytime his mum is unhappy because her happiness is paramount. The only time he has seen König in tears was when his mum refused to talk to him one evening: the argument was about him, of course, and how König should apologize to their son, not to her. It takes manipulation and a passive aggressive lioness to make König say he’s sorry, but it does nothing to help the situation, quite the contrary. Who would give a fuck about a forced apology?

König’s son becomes a covert people pleaser who feels lonely wherever he goes. He’s a mama’s boy whose father seemingly hates him, an angel and a demon in one man, someone who believes his worth is measured by the things he achieves in life. How well he performs, how much money he makes, how independent he becomes. With women, another one always bites the dust, with work, he never seems to find his passion. And wherever he goes, whatever he does, nothing is ever enough.

The only way for these two to find a common ground is if the poor Prince manages to settle down with some patient, loving woman who gives him a child. A grandson or a granddaughter would make König fold and become a babbling mess once more; he's so pathetic and harmless with the baby that no one can be angry at him even if they wanted to. König would kill anyone and everyone who tried to hurt his family, even a blind man can see that.

Reconciliation happens slowly but surely, even if it's another kind of hurt to see the old man give this child all the love his son would've begged his knees bloody for. But beggars can't be choosers (and apparently a king's son has no crown), luckily König becomes softer in the head as he ages so a time may come when he thinks back on what he's done and finds the balls to wholeheartedly apologize. Might demand a touching family Christmas dinner and some whiskey though.

[ghoulsbounty]

Hii! What's your headcanons about relationship with Otis Driftwood? Nothing too violent towards reader after they became a s/o, if you could, without going into ooc <3

Otis Driftwood In a Relationship

Warnings: smut (18+), control, possessiveness, gaslighting, mentions of sex work (not reader), canon-typical violence, aggression, narcissism, it's otis - he is a warning!

Words: 1.1K

A/N: Thank you for my first Otis request! I've been in love with this man for going on twenty years so I have lots of headcanons for him. I feel like this is realistically (to me) how he would have a relationship with someone who wasn't either a victim or murderer while still keeping him in character (I hope!) Also yes I had to get the quote in the last bullet, I was watching the film as I wrote this. I hope you enjoy it. I’d love to know what you all think to this, and feel free to send me more requests 💌

→ It's widely known that Otis harbours some unconventional interests. In the small town of Ruggsville, the Firefly family's prominence, especially their ties to local celebrity Captain Spaulding, is undeniable. In this backwater community, everyone has their own shades of darkness when it comes to entertainment or survival, so you don't bat an eyelash at the rumours circulating about the family.

 → Otis charms you with his quick wit and sharp tongue, an aura of danger enveloping him and lingering in his presence. He frequents the local watering hole where you work, spending quiet summer evenings regaling you with stories of travelling the country with his younger sister, moving from one stolen car to the next. When you ask why he returned to the dead-end town, he nonchalantly declares that family is the most important thing to him. And then, with a mischievous grin, he casually mentions his involvement in a Satanic cult. 

→ Otis thinks that perhaps what draws him to you is your refusal to flinch at his unsavoury stories or the sly smirk you offer when he alludes to the sweet taste of your skin. He enjoys the recoil from others, welcomes it even because it's what he's known since he was a child and means he's got the upper hand. You give him pause, a dangerous thing indeed. In you, he sees a kindred spirit equally disillusioned with societal norms, and he wonders how long it will take to break you. 

→ With every aspect seemingly covered, there's no obvious place for you in his life. Yet, thoughts of you intrude on his mind during the day, distracting him from his tasks. The persistent idea that you might offer something different to his routine gradually consumes him, eroding all other thoughts until only you remain. 

→ His carnal needs are met by the bottom feeders he keeps around for a quick release. Sometimes, when their pleading becomes bothersome and he wants the peace and quiet, he will end it fast because it's easier when they're cold. He pulls them into his cot and curls into them until they have festered and rotten to the point that Tiny has to dispose of them. If it's a willing body he seeks, a trip to the whorehouse suffices. 

→ It's a few months before you meet the family. Otis doesn't need to tell you the importance of the moment, you can sense it in his tense demeanour, permeating the lounge as Mama parades you around the room like a prize pig at the county fair. You sense his eyes upon you, observing your reactions to each member, particularly noting your response to Tiny's imposing presence and your handling of Grandpa's vulgarity. In his mind, he rationalizes that you'll need a strong stomach if you are going to be with him. 

→ You are under no illusion that you're not the only person from whom Otis seeks comfort. He isn't shy about the fact that he needs more than what you can give him, says as much when he insists on you leaving him be for a few days to exorcise his darker urges. He doesn't approach the subject of you joining him sometimes until he is certain that you won't spring like a scared rabbit. When he finally does ask, you accept with a morbid curiosity.

→ Otis certainly has his private indulgences, but he takes great pleasure in involving you in some of his less solitary activities. Whatever the pursuit may be, it often concludes with him inside of you, his teeth leaving raw marks on your skin as he draws out multiple orgasms from your pliable body.

→ In these moments, he alternates between showering you with praise and delivering sharp, cutting remarks, his rough fingers encircling your throat as he thrusts into you with relentless force, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy until you're cock drunk and screaming his name. He relishes in the intensity of the experience, breaking you down only to rebuild you according to his desires, sculpting you into his perfect masterpiece.

→ Over time, Otis's possessiveness and control puts an end to your employment, your independence dwindling in the face of your need to be with him and his need for your servitude. His affection is conditional upon your compliance and submission, and when you prove yourself to him is when you get your reward of a tender kiss to your nose, or being pulled into his lap for a warm embrace. His love is a privilege to be earned, and he is fast to take it away if he deems you unworthy of it.

→ Otis perceives you as an extension of himself, expecting you to conform to his desires and interests. He finds pleasure in your engagement with his world, he likes when you lounge on his stained mattress in nothing but his shirt listening to his musings on the complexities of human nature. He encourages you to challenge his viewpoints, igniting debates that fuel his passion.

→ However, you soon discover that venturing into this territory can be perilous. It often results in Otis's eyes blazing with fury, his hands trembling with conviction as he towers over you, unleashing a torrent of berating and belittling words until you find yourself on your knees before him. It's a volatile dance of intellectual stimulation intertwined with the raw intensity of his dominance.

→ It falls to you to navigate these moments, gently guide him back to a sense of equilibrium with a steady stream of apologies and affirmations, trail open mouthed kisses down his body until you feel him relax under your touch. Sometimes his tumultuous thoughts wouldn't waver and he'd either take his frustrations out on your cunt or push you away until you are begging at his door. For Otis, isolation becomes a test of your loyalty—will you stay, or run? 

→ And time and again, you choose to stay, receiving no verbal apology afterward because that is Otis' way. However, when he deems fit, he leaves small tokens on the bedside table for you to find in the morning—a small sculpture, a painting—his non-verbal way of acknowledging his feelings about his actions. You know better than to draw attention to these gestures. Instead, you offer a kiss to his lips as a silent acknowledgment of his effort to make amends. His response is typically playful yet affectionate, a light smack on your behind accompanied by an eye roll, never one to dwell on sentimentality.

→ Overall, Otis is content with you, would dare say happy. You fit into his life with ease, don't give him much grief when you're not busy bitching a song about nothing. However, the devil makes work for idle hands, and there's still work to be done in fully acclimating you to his ways. He does love watching you break.

[lavenderpanic]

I love thinking about Bucky and Steve volunteering post-Endgame so here is where I think they would volunteer.

My headcanon for Bucky is an animal shelter. He sees one of those sappy ASPCA commercials and it upsets him so badly that he decides he needs to start volunteering. At first, he mostly like feeds and cleans little kitties and puppies, which he loves. He loves how even the teeny little kittens don't see him as a threat. They meow and lick at his fingers and it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside because everybody else in the world sees him as a murderer but they just see him as the nice guy who brings them food and gives them belly scratches. But after a while, Bucky finds himself drawn to the "aggressive dogs." The ones that the shelter says are pretty much doomed to die there. The ones who were thrown into dogfighting when they were just puppies, the ones who never knew kindness. The pitties with big, sad eyes who bark at anyone who tries to touch them. He offers to help with them one day, because he's strong enough that he doesn't have to worry about being bitten or anything. They don't bite at Bucky, though. He knows how to move, how to reach for them, how to show them that they won't be met with violence. They don't understand what Bucky went through, but they seem to trust him in a unique way.

My headcanon for Steve is a children's hospital. Everyone kinda figures he's doing the whole "superhero who visits sick kids" thing, mostly for publicity, but he starts going back often and forming friendships with these kids and their families, and soon enough he's practically an uncle to most of the kids there. He knows the strength they have, just to stay alive, he remembers it all too well. They all marvel at his muscles and his shield, but he knows he was stronger pre-serum than he ever was after. They see themselves in him, they tell him they're getting medicine that's going to make them better "just like him" and they ask him if getting the serum was scary during their infusions. He shares Sarah Rogers' wisdom with their parents. He makes silly sketches of whatever the kids request, and they always giggle at his old-fashioned jokes and his inability to grasp modern slang. They ask him if he knew Abraham Lincoln or Cleopatra and he makes up elaborate stories to keep them entertained.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

saw some western aus and wanted to throw my proverbial hat in the ring. well. toss it gently. place it down on the edge-

actually no fuck that, slamming down the hat i have Thoughts:

first off, if anything this au should be the silliest looney toons bullshit.

~ of all the revolvers are unloaded. so gunfights are just people saying "bang" at each other and then throwing the nearest thing at their opponent in place of a bullet

~ Wally is the town sheriff, and he's hilariously incompetent. he also has a habit of shoplifting apples from Howdy's saloon / general store fusion. his cowboy hat has a card with an apple on it tucked in the band, but he doesn't wear it, so at nearly all times one of his hands is occupied with holding the hat. also he doesn't wear his badge ever

~ Barnaby is the town deputy, and he's marginally more competent than Wally. however, he doesn't take his job seriously and is usually napping in his chair on the sheriff office porch. sometimes he wears Wally's badge along with his own for funsies

~ also when Howdy catches Wally stealing, he'll call Barnaby over. Barnaby will proceed to arrest and lock up Wally in his own jail until Barnaby feels too bad for leaving him in there and lets him out

~ there is only one horse in town, and its Eddie's so that he can do his delivery runs and get mail from the town over - he has a lil wagon too. Sally has a running gag where she tries to steal the horse, but it completely ignores her and won't budge an inch.

~ on that note, Wally has one of those stick horses. when he needs to chase someone down, he hops on it and Barnaby lifts him by the scruff and runs, gently shaking him up and down to simulate natural horse riding movements. somehow it always works. no one can escape this tactical move

~ the only role i can see for Sally is overly-theatrical outlaw, just as incompetent as Wally. she never succeeds in stealing anything but also never gets caught because, again, Wally is terrible at his job. everyone usually comes outside to watch their wacky "fights" and do nothing about it, including Barnaby. also Julie helps her sometimes

~ Julie i think would be the town banker. she's unusually strict about it and can get kind of scary about technicalities. however the town doesn't really use currency, so they have a point system that they keep careful track of. it would be stickers, but those dont exist. actually fuck that these are puppets, stickers exist and the board is like the gold stars in that one spongebob episode

~ Frank is an entomologist that decided to brave the untamed west to see what new bugs he might discover. what he discovered was dust, scorpions, and an inability to leave the town due to no monies anywhere. he finds entertainment in keeping track of the local ant colonies' wars & affairs, and also complaining at Howdy at the bar

~ everyone complains to Howdy. he has someone at his bar at any given time and he's taken to being incredibly passive aggressive about it. they still have to pay with jokes or favors or whatever they can think of that he'll accept

~ Poppy runs the hotel, where pretty much everyone lives. Julie lives there, Frank lives there, Sally lives there, Wally lives there. Barnaby prefers to sleep in the sheriffs office, as he doesn't want to make the "across the street" commute. Howdy also stays in his saloon/store, and Eddie sleeps in his post office - as canon intended.

~ Home is the mayor. don't ask me if he's a person, an object head, or just a building - i do not know. he's probably still a building. no one can understand what he says

~ oh also Frank is incredibly pressed over the fact that the town's lawfolk suck at their job. he swears he has an aneurysm every time Wally chases Sally down the street on a stick horse, or when blatant crime is happening right in front of a very asleep Barnaby. he is tempted to take over as sheriff, but alas, there are scorpions to be stung by

~ and finally: apple chaps. thats all thanks good day

[octarinecat]

A challenge

Author notes: 1845 words, NSFW, Raphael x female Tav, TW: a lot of alcohol, foul language, minor violence, choking, mention of noncon

“You know what I noticed? That I've never seen you drunk. How is that possible?” Tav wondered aloud and turned on her side, looking at him expectantly.

Raphael finished reading a paragraph in the book and looked at her with amusement.

“That's impossible, little mouse. I'm immune to the effects of alcohol.”

“You have too much mass. Maybe you just drink too little of it to find that it works on you?” She continued to pursue the subject.

Raphael rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book. One of his hands dived under the bedclothes and he began stroking the skin on her thigh. Tav mused for a moment, but returned to the topic that was weighing particularly heavily on her mind this evening.

“I wonder how you would behave under the influence of alcohol. Would you be more aggressive? Or more mellow? Hmm…” She sighed loudly, but jumped up on the bed, as at that moment the cambion pinched her.

“Curiosity killed the cat!” He laughed in a low voice and closed the book. He then corrected himself on the bed and looked at her. “I don't mean to demean my person, who do you think I am? I would prefer your grey cells to focus on other subjects. Perhaps on my anatomy, or my fluency in several languages? Choose wisely, my dear.”

“Leave my grey cells alone. Ah so yes, lets make it a challenge. Prove to me that alcohol doesn't work on you.” She said in a confident voice, emphasising the word “challenge”.

“Challenge?” He laughed. “And what reward awaits me for proving to you how wrong you are? I'm concerned that the mere satisfaction of winning won't be enough for me." Raphael replied, and his eyes travelled downwards, where they stopped at her breasts with a dreamy look.

Tav clouded over, doing business with him had never been easy. “What more do you want?” She asked and bit her teeth.

Cambion leaned in and batted his long eyelashes, at the same time glaring at her with his eyes. In his mind, he carefully considered what he had just had to say.

“I want you to stay for more than a single evening.” He said, and his eyebrows raised in anticipation of her answer.

“For a weekend, for example?”

“One week is the absolute minimum.” He shrugged.

“Why do you need me for that long?” She asked expectantly, scanning his face with determination for the deeper meaning of his words.

“For entertainment.” He answered briefly and showed her almost all his teeth in a smile.

. . . . . . . . . .

Few days later they met up again in the front door of Elfsong Tavern, in the late evening.

“Ah, that famous den that has hosted so many heroes of Faerun.” He sighed and opened the door for her, allowing her to enter first.

They were struck by the heat of the great hall filled with people. The smell of roast meats and various types of alcohol filled their nostrils. She noticed how he wrinkled his nose in distaste. Raphael grabbed her hand and led her through the main hall up to a room with a stage further away. There were several musicians on the stage, playing cheerful music. They sat down at some smaller table.

“What do you fancy tonight, my dear?” He asked, discreetly observing his surroundings.

“Me? After all, you were the one who was supposed to drink today, weren't you? I don't plan to drink.” She was surprised, as she had not foreseen this option in her plan. She nervously looked around the stage, searching for a point of interest. “I'll have water, maybe something else later. Listen, someone has to be sober to get you home.”

Raphael laughed with amusement. “I'll bring something right away, don't move from here.”

After a long moment he returned bringing alcohol. Analysing the size of the glasses, Tav concluded that it might be whisky.

“Whisky? Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, devil's blood whiskey. What else do you think you could drink? Beer is for the commoners, isn't it?"

Of course, he didn't bring her anything to drink except whiskey.

There was a little commotion on stage and the music became much livelier. A beautiful elf began to sing and tempt the people in the hall with their voice.

Tav looked at Raphael, who started sipping whiskey from his glass. His gaze moved lazily around the room. She knew that gaze, she had seen it more than once before. He was looking for the clients.

“Hey. You're not at work.” She returned her attention to him and reached for her glass.

“I'm not right now. But who knows, maybe I will be soon? Look at all these naive people, they're asking for a hell of a contract. I shiver at the thought of succeeding in tormenting an innocent soul today."

“Please, Raphael. You'd better focus on drinking. On relaxing. Charming me with conversation. Remember, that challenge of ours still?”

One glass of whisky was emptied. It wasn't much, yet Raphael was giving signs of a change in his mood. He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and began to talk about an artefact that had recently caught his eye.

“...And do you know what happened next, my dear? At first I ignored this information, but when I met with another client I realised that…” Tav listened with interest to his story. His voice had a soothing effect on her. And perhaps it was the whisky. To be sure - she sipped it very slowly so that she could observe the changes in the cambion's behaviour.

A second glass. More buttons revealed his torso, drenched gently with sweat. It was terribly hot in the tavern, and people-as if there were more of them. She was also uncomfortably heated; she untied the straps of her shirt, which was not ignored by him.

“It's pretty hot in here, isn't it?” He stated with a sassy smile and scooted over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders and, as unobtrusively as possible, brushing the lobe of her ears with his lips.

“To you, that's for sure. Oh, is the alcohol going to your head?” She laughed and took the last sip from her glass.

More glasses of alcohol were served and Raphael became more and more inebriated.

“...And I made him eat those eyeballs. Fucking animals. He thought he'd fool me, me?!” He finished with a loud bass laugh and took a long sip from his glass. His eyes occasionally scanned the room, Tav was convinced he was preying on someone.

The night was still young, the cambion was seemingly starting to get drunk, yet not quite. Tav went off to the bathroom for a moment, which did not go without a little dizziness, and when she returned she saw that Raphael was speaking in a raised and angry voice to a man, waving his hands in front of his eyes. She quickly walked over to him and instinctively grabbed his arm.

“Come on, leave the man. Why make a quarrel over nothing." She said and pulled him towards the table. Meanwhile, more glasses filled to the brim with alcohol appeared on the table.

She hadn't had time to sit down on the bench when he grabbed her by the hips and planted her on his lap.

“And then came the CLAW!” He murmured quietly then unexpectedly raised his voice on the last word.

“Oh hells! Raphael!!!” She shouted in surprise and a couple of people in the room burst into laughter. Tav blushed and glared at him. He answered her with a wide and dreamy smile. “Are you all right, my dearest? Did the little mouse get scared?” He cooed.

“So that I don't scare you! Don't do that again.” She scolded him and tried to sit down next to him, but was unable to move his arms tightly clasped around her waist.

“I shall.” He whispered, then slipped one hand under her skirt.

She quickly took his hand away, and his tongue untangled.

“You are so beautiful, I want you here and now. Spread your legs. You are mine and mine alone!” He said to her and began to bite into her collarbone without a hint of shame, additionally gripping her buttocks tightly, which would surely be visible on her body the next day as well.

“That's enough of that. That's enough already! Raphael stop right now!” She reacted by almost shouting. It wasn't her words that stopped him, however, but a physiological need. He pushed her onto the bench from his lap and left towards the toilet without a word.

As soon as he was out of her sight she poured the alcohol from the remaining two glasses into the pot of a plant standing nearby.

Raphael returned after a long minute, shaky and with his shirt unbuttoned all over.

“We're going home now!” She declared as soon as he looked at her. His gaze was frantic, completely different from the stoic calm he exuded on a daily basis.

“Let us go then, my beloved.” He replied briefly after which, without further ado, he grabbed her in half and carried her out of the inn through the back door.

“Fuck, Raphael! I'll rip your legs out of your ass as soon as you sober up!!!” She screamed and kicked the air as he put her against the wall and pressed her against it with his body. There was no one around them, only the faint rays of the moon illuminated their bodies.

“I just don't believe it!!!” She squirmed against the wall, trying to push him away. “You're disgustingly drunk!” She lamented further.

“Don't reject my love...!” He said and leaned in, his lips inches from her mouth. His hand went around her neck squeezing tighter and tighter, taking away her precious air supply. But at the last second something changed. He stopped.

Tav held her breath.

“I win.” He whispered in a coarse, exaggerated whisper and a big smile crept onto his face. His eyes glittered with self-satisfaction. So too did the set of fangs he revealed in his smile. Tav, on the other hand, was close to passing out, and in her mind she was already putting together a plan of self-defence.

“Wh-what?” She answered on one exhale.

“I won. I'm not the least bit hazed by alcohol. And you've convinced yourself that you don't want to see me like this at all. A valuable lesson for you, I suppose?” The cambion replied and released her from his embrace, placing her gently on the ground.

Tav punched him in the stomach until he folded in half and grunted. Raphael grabbed her wrists tightly to prevent more violence on her part.

“Have you been pretending all this time?” She shouted in anger.

“Of course I was. I was surprised you didn't notice. Who would have expected the devil to be a deceitful and deceptive creature?” He said with a confident smile. “Be ready, I expect you to turn up tomorrow and hand over my reward.”

[traegorn]

Do you do tarot/ can give advice? I asked if I was right to want to skip this wedding I have coming up. I got reversed queen of swords.

I'm the maid of honor. My spouse and I have paid for the bride and groom's dress and suit. We're paying for the night before hotel stay. I don't really like this girl, but no one else does either so I was the 4th person she asked to be maid of honor and I said yes just because I like weddings. They've been married for a few years but this is their first ceremony. My spouse wants to drop out and not go at all (he's defacto best man) since he doesn't like either of them and this groom's recently threatened the bride but she's laughed it off as " he's just tired". My spouse is the only one of us who can drive and he will not make time to drop my dress off for alterations. He also won't pick up his own suit/makes sure we're out of spending money so he can't. Neither one of us really wants to support the marriage, I only wanted to go just to go to a wedding since we've never had one either. We've spent over 1k so far not counting the hotel or alterations or accessories or his suit yet. Just 1k on the bride and groom because they can NOT afford any of this. I think everyone deserves a nice wedding so I don't really care but I feel bad that I don't want to go now. It's too stressful trying to wrangle everything that needs done on my own and at this point I don't think there's enough time for alterations anyways. Wedding is in less than a month. I'm intending to play sick but I think I might be a bad person. We're the only people involved that aren't related to them and her family hates the groom as much as we do, they're just loud about it. I'm just so tired of the whole thing, I never thought they'd actually follow through with it. I just thought I'd get to go wedding dress shopping and get some formal wear to attend events in. Im also stressed that the image of the whole wedding thing is going to prevent this girl from leaving this man who demeans her and threatens her in front of their children. Kids didn't even react, its horrible. Anyways. Advice? If not, at least I hope this was entertaining. Thanks

What is... this was wild. From start to finish, absolutely wild.

So I don't do tarot, but I know people. And you have gotten yourself into quite the mess. Honestly, the fact that you've paid for this stuff is deeply nuts for me, especially when you say you don't like these people.

I don't even hang out with people I don't like, let alone pay for their wedding.

So in regards to the wedding, I'd bow out -- you're in pretty deep, but it might be time to rip the bandaid off. I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen -- someone you don't like stops talking with you?

I will say I don't like how your spouse is handling it. If what you're saying is true, he's being a bit passive aggressive about things. If he doesn't want to do something, he shouldn't make excuses -- he should just say he's refusing to do it. It'd still be rude, but it would at least be honest.

As for your "friend" -- you can't fix her relationship. They're already married according to you, so it's not like you can tell her to skip the marriage. At best you can tell her you don't like her husband and why... and that's it. You can't make her decisions for her.

So, in short, skip the wedding, tell your spouse to say what he wants instead of dicking around, and stop putting fixing people who don't want to be fixed onto yourself.

[altheaubade]

𖥻  FINDING HOME ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. summer of 2019

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warnings ˒ fluff , angst

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“What do you mean we have to have another group member?” is what Chan had asked the management that morning, hours before he came to see a certain person. “I don't know why you claim it's that difficult for you to find someone else '' is what he heard in return. angry at the fact that the company was so cool about adding a new member into the group, he went to find solace somewhere where he knew he'd always be welcome. 

Thea opened the door after hearing the soft ringtone of her doorbell. Although she was not that alarmed to find someone outside, she was surprised to see him. “chris? What are you doing here at the crack of dawn?? it's like 3am.. why are you still awake and about?” she asked him as she moved a little to let the man enter her apartment. “I could ask you the same thing, Isa… why are you still awake?” chuckling, Chan replies to her and drops off his bag and laptop on the girl's coffee table and plops down on her couch. “you know what? good question and I won't be answering that” she answers and heads to grab him some water. 

the man watches her, anxious. with her back turned to him, she mumbles “you look nervous. what's the matter?” embarrassed that he got caught, he sheepishly rubs his hands on the back of his neck and chuckles “of course you know when I'm feeling nervous “. giving him the water and sitting across from him, she nods, urging him to spill whatever that was bugging him. 

“You know how we just.. uhm.. we're just an eight member group now?” she nods. “The company wants us to find a new member…” he confesses. she looks surprised for a second but recomposes herself. “I mean I'm not totally surprised.. it's jyp entertainment, what do you expect?” she chuckles but stops when she realizes he's not chuckling with her. “So what have you planned now?” she asks him, leaning close with her elbows on her knees. 

“I came to ask you a favor…” he drags out and she immediately knows. She knows what he wants to ask her and she shakes her head and stands up. “christopher….” he stands up with her, almost pleading. “Isa please.. you're the best match for us.. you fit in perfectly with us… please Isa.. please…” he says almost begging her to join them. she shakes her head. “I can't just come and join somewhere i'm not wanted chris. the boys didn't want me in the group, you didn't want me in the group in the beginning.. and now that you want a replacement, you come here asking me to do it.. and I can't i’m sorry…” she tells him.

He aggressively shakes his head “Isa I never wanted to leave you behind. I promise… those happened because of how the company wanted it to happen. I swear I didn't want to leave you behind.” “But you didn't even fight for me christopher!” she shouts at him "i did!! I did fight for you Bella I promise! I did whatever I could'' she hears him say as she sits down on the couch. He kneels down next to her slowly and takes her hands into his. “we need you Isa.. please.. think about it.. I'm not asking you to give me the answer today or tomorrow… think about it for me.. please?” he whispers to her and gets up to get his things to leave. she sighs and gets up to bid him bye. as soon as she closes the door, she lets out a deep sigh she was holding on. 

She shakes her head and heads to bed after seeing the time on her nightstand and realizing how late it was. The next morning is no different than her usual routine. except the fact that she woke up to three missed calls from the company. she dials back after she finishes getting ready for the day. “Hello?” she asks. “Thea! How are you? it's been so long!” she hears jyp, the man himself reply back. After catching up for a few minutes, he got straight to the point. “I assume Chan had told you what was going on?” she sighed for the first time that morning before answering. “Yeah.. he did” she heard a small chuckle on the other line “do you wanna discuss it over call or do you want it to be a face to face conversation? I’m fine with either yejin-ah” he told her. 

Agreeing that it was best to talk in person about this, she left for the company after ending the call with him. It took her about thirty minutes in traffic for her to reach and when she got there, she greeted everyone as usual before she made her way to the door that said ‘park jinyoung- CCO/Founder’ and then she knocked and waited for it to open. Once it did, it revealed the man himself. “Thea! come in, come in! Make yourself comfortable. Should I call for Chan or shall we talk first before we call him?” he asked her as she sat on the chair next to her. “We’ll talk first if that’s okay with you.” he nodded and he took a seat in his chair across from her. “So, what do you say?” he asks her. She takes a few seconds to answer him. 

And when she finally does, her answer surprises him. “I’ll do it.” he looks up at her in surprise so she repeats her words. “I’ll do it. I’ll join the group.” he smiles at her and nods. “That’s good. Are you sure? I assume Chan spoke to you just yesterday. I was gonna ask you if you needed some time to think but you answered so soon.” he asks her. She nods back and replies “I thought about it all night. I won't give you an exact explanation on why I said yes but please do know that this is not an impulsive decision and that I've thought about it very thoroughly.” she tells him very firmly.

He looks happy with her response and smiles at her. “Very well. I don't doubt you for it because I know you. I know that you won't do anything without going over it a million times. Now, since we as a company troubled you with this, I'll give you the power to choose something important. As you are aware, your trainee contract is expiring soon and the fact that you need a new one to debut, i’ll let you decide how long you want that to be. The boys are all signed for the usual period of seven years but since it’s been about a year since they debuted, now it's on for six more years. It’s your choice on the duration of your contract” he says. 

Thea nods relieved of that choice she has. She thinks for a few minutes and does the math in her head. After about ten minutes, she opens her mouth to reply. “I need to have two contracts, am I correct? One for myself as an artist and one as a group member.” She asks him to confirm the facts one more time before giving him an answer. “Yes. That is how things work.” he tells her as he anticipates her answer. “I’ll sign the same as the boys for the group contract. But for the individual one, I'll sign for three years for now. I’ll renew if needed after that.” she answers him confidently as she looks at him. He nods understandingly. “Very well. I’ll tell the manager of the group to give you the contracts for you to sign later in the afternoon. For now I'll inform the board about the changes and you can go train with them for their upcoming comeback. We can discuss if you want to join in for this comeback or the next later” he says to her and leads her outside his room. 

Thanking him, she makes her way through the hallways and soon enough she finds herself outside of a particular door. Even before she can knock, the door opens and she’s face to face with the man who visited her last night. “Bella? W-what are you doing here?” he asks her, rubbing his eyes to see clearly. She looks at him and crosses her arms across her chest. “Did you pull an all-nighter?” she asks him, narrowing her eyes. He rubs his nape in embarrassment and chuckles. “I didn't! I slept!” she looks at him as if asking him if he was seriously lying to her. He finally chuckled and accepted that he did not sleep and hence cued the scolding from her. 

Even though he was the older one, she was always the one who nagged him a lot. He did find it endearing so he never complained. After explaining the whole situation to her future leader, he hugged and thanked her for doing such a thing for him. And when she got home after all the meetings with the board and with the members and discussing all the matters involving her debut, it was already eleven in the night. Exhausted from the day, she plopped down on her bed after her night routine and thought of the next day’s schedule. She had to pack her stuff to move into the stray kids dorm. 

It was very weird for her to call herself a member of stray kids now. It felt surreal for her. It was only yesterday she was a trainee, now she’s an official member of the said band. She knew that if the news went public in a few days, the majority of the response would be negative and she was ready to accept that. The hate comments are not new to her but it does not hurt less every time but she’s grown used to it than before. She's a lot braver than she used to be and she’s ready to face anything for her dream. 

It's only a few months after debuting, she realizes that she’s finally found the people that she can call her home and she has finally found the thing she’s been yearning for.

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[kdramastrix]

it's truly how gaon establishes a VERYYYY clear hierarchy here with this one single dialogue.

"Mr. Kang told me."

It contains the nuance that Jung Sunah was NOT invited to the mansion as a whim but only after consideration & mutual agreement of both Yohan and Gaon. Gaon wanted her to know that her being in that house was partly to his credit. That Yohan considered him important enough to tell and quite possibly ask his permission (bcs he needed to. No way in hell would Gaon COOK for her otherwise and that's so funny to me. Big bad wolf kang yohan on his knees for gaon to entertain this lil rendezvous of his lmaooo)

"Mr kang told me that he was inviting you over."

Aka he's only just inviting you. You're a guest here. Someone who's temporarily here and WILL have to leave.

Me on the other hand? I'm part of this family here. I'm here living with them. I'm joining them for dinner.

His clear attempt to sneakily tell her where she stands and to know her limits with Yohan. Oof. And that too, when she's trying to advance on Yohan and Yohan cannot do anything but entertain the idea so he can lure her in his trap and here comes Mr. Husband like nah, bitch BACK OFF.

The accompanying passive aggressive smile is just cherry on top. It's giving "Get your claws off my man or help me God, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

I love this drama to bits.

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #15 - "even if you hate me, i'm yours.”

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character: cater diamond, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

"What are you doing, Cater?"

The Heartslabyul junior just grinned at you, something flirty and lighthearted surely on the tip of his tongue. Like it always was. He always downplayed whatever you asked of him, always acted like he could do no wrong or that you should be happy to just be around him.

"Don't act like that, songbird! Come on, you'll love it, promise."

So, probably trying to drag you into some scheme or another. That seemed like all he ever did. Last time it landed in you being locked out of Ramshackle overnight. You weren't doing this again.

"No. Absolutely not. You need to cut it out, seriously. I'm not just here for your entertainment - go bug Adeuce or something. I have things I need to get done, and playing in your little games is not on that list."

"Reallyyy? Not even for meee?" He croons at you with something mischievous dancing in his eyes, and you're half-tempted to check for hidden cameras if he's acting like this. He had been on a kick with stupid little pranks lately. Whatever he's thinking of was sure to get him plenty of views on Magicam, that's for sure. "C'mon, just this once! I won't bug you again."

"You say that every time." He frowns when he sees you sigh, and you internally cheer at the idea that you might be able to shake him off. "Grim is waiting back at Ramshackle. I've gotta go."

Cater blocks you off when you move to leave, blocking the hallway. You glare at him, but something seems... off.

"Please?"

His tone is sweet, honeyed as always, but something about how he's cutting off your way out sends chills down your spine. There wasn't anyone else around - it was just you two, and it was the end of the hallway. All that was behind you was a couple empty classrooms and the bathroom, where you had just come from.

"Cater, move." It's a fight to keep your voice strong, but you do it, glaring at him with all that you can muster. "I have to go."

He smiles at you, but his eyes are eerily blank.

"You know, I don't think this is really fair. I'd do anything you asked me to, really, but whenever I ask you anything you're just full of excuses."

A step forward, a rising aggression in his stance.

"Any time I come around, you act like it's the worst thing in the world to see me. Do you hate me?"

There's not a chance to even open your mouth, taking steps backwards every time he moves closer, hands moving to your pockets to see if you have anything to get yourself out of here if worst comes to worst.

You don't.

There's not enough time to try and get into your bag, not with how he's cornering you.

"That's okay, songbird. Even if you hate me, I'm yours."

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[lylahammar]

and a poc who lives in an english speaking country and only speaks english won't also have difficulty pronouncing names from non-english speaking countries and cultures? sometimes white and non-white people are less different than you insist they are

??????? huh????? did you seriously take issue with me saying that it’s bullshit for white people to claim they can’t pronounce nonwhite names??

There’s a big difference between white people doing that vs people from other cultures doing that, in that white people are the oppressors in the situation and often do it as a form of micro aggression. It’s a way for a lot of white people to say “I think it’s ridiculous that you have that name that’s so different from what I’m used to so I’m going to fuck it up deliberately.” They could easily ASK, that would be the kind thing to do, but instead they insist on feigning ignorance in order to get away with their passive aggressive racism. People from other cultures mispronouncing names? That does not have a massive history of oppression and subjugation backing it up.

But honestly I really don’t think you needed me to explain all that to you, I doubt this was asked in good faith. So skedaddle anon I’m not gonna entertain any more asks about it.