#idfk what we’re calling this guy

[dykevanny]

showing dad this new manga he’s been reading

(+ the fambly cause i care abt them….)

[annahnana]

idfk what to call this. teasespo, i guess. these backhanded comments make me want to ⭐️, so

listen, i heard from some of our friends you’re trying to lose weight, right? you really don’t gotta do all that, girl…

i mean, sure, your thighs are bigger than the rest of ours. but you still look cute in your bikini! you’re our little hawaiian roll. i mean, i don’t even mind how slow you go up the stairs anymore.

they call it a muffin top for a reason, silly! it makes you sweet. and since you’ve got the biggest one, you must be the sweetest. it just makes you so… huggable.

oh, stop it. your face is chubby, but in a hamster way. at least you know we really like you, we’re not just with you since you look pretty! not to say you aren’t, you know, but…

come on, don’t say that. you aren’t fat, you’re beautiful! those boys don’t know what they’re missing. …what, you think i have a boyfriend because i’m skinny? come on, you have a great personality.

it’s totally okay to be curvy. the extra fat looks good on you. plus, any guy should feel lucky, he’ll pay less for energy with a built-in disposal system like you!

[818-jadelvr]

Hurt

jb5xf!pen latina! reader

summary: Jude gets hurt in one of his matches and y/n can’t help but worry. (we’re gonna say he got hurt in the most recent one against Sevilla, and it was Ramos that hurt him!)

Warnings: Spanish (words will be translated)

Genre: Fluff (I don’t write smut, as I am horrifyingly horrible at it, but I’ll repost some fics that include smut!!)

a/n: I know that the Sevilla match isn’t the most recent anymore because they played today. BUT I started this on Sunday so during that time it was the most recent one.

Ay dios mío (oh my god). You thought to yourself, you were currently in the stands watching your boyfriend play against Sevilla. It was going ok for the most part they were tied 1-1. That was until Jude was trying to get the ball from a former Real Madrid player, Sergio Ramos. As Jude was trying to get the ball Ramos accidentally stepped on his ankle, Jude fell in pain holding his foot, everyone saw this Vini immediately went to his aid, “Estas bien?” (are you ok) “No.” That’s what you imagined happened because as soon as that one word left Jude’s mouth Vini told the Referee, and the referee called for the doctors. (a/n: idfk what they’re called)

After the doctors came they took him to where Carlo was sitting with the rest of the subs. You rushed to him, “ay mi amor, are you okay?” (oh my love..a/n: that sounds so stupid in english.) “Not really, it hurts but I feel okay at the same time.” he chuckles “ok, once the game ends we’re going straight home.” you say sternly. “ok babe” as he finishes his sentence he gives you a quick kiss and turns back to watch the rest of his game and watches Modrić take his place.

The game ends about 20 minutes later and Ramos comes rushing to Jude “Mira, lo siento es que cuando juego me pongo competitivo y a veces se me olvida que puedo lastimar a otros jugadores, pero para tú edad eres un buen jugador.” he says with a very sorry look on his face, you understand him perfectly while Jude on the other hand looks confused (Look, I’m sorry it’s just that when I’m on the field I get super competitive and I forget that I can hurt other players, but you know for your age your a great player.)

“What’d he say?” he asks, and you chuckle “He just said that he was sorry and that you’re a great player for your age!” you say “ohhh, uhm Gracias!” he says in the best Spanish he can, Sergio laughs a bit “No problem man! I hope you feel better and it was nice meeting you” he says walking away “He was lowkey nice” Jude says “Righttt, he looks mean. you say agreeing “Literallyyy!!”

On the drive home Jude was quiet. “Hey babe, what’s wrong?” you ask rubbing his thigh in a comforting manner “Nothing just wish I could’ve done better, I mean it ended in a tie. If I was on the field I’m sure I could’ve scored another one!” he exclaims looking disappointed “You did everything you could and gave it your all. Don’t ever think that you didn’t do good enough or that you could’ve been better. You tried, and that is all that matters ok amor?” (love)

You guys get home about 5 minutes later. You get out of the car to help Jude get to the door. “I got it darling, don’t need your help right now” he says trying to get the stress of him falling and hurting himself again off your back, as he could sense how tense you were. “You say that and then you end up falling again.” You say annoyed that he’s not letting you help him “Hey! Don’t say that your gonna jinx it! Go knock on wood.” He says and you know he means it so once you get to the door you knock on it “There.” you say

You guys enter and you help him up the stairs and into the bathroom so he can shower after all that sweating he did on the field (an: I had sm trouble wording that shit and that’s what I ended up with. straight shit. kms.) after a few minutes you walk back into the bathroom with grey sweats and a tank top for him, although he usually doesn’t wear a shirt around the house but you put it there just in case. “hey, I left you your clothes on the counter, when your dressed call me so I can help you down, ok?” you say as you were leaving because it was getting too hot in there. “ok babe! I will” he says

A good 5 minutes go by and you hear Jude calling you “BABE!!” You rush upstairs to your shared room and see Jude sitting on the bed “que paso?” (what happened) “nothing you told me to call you when I was ready so you could take me downstairs..remember??” he says giving you a ‘how could you forget’ look “oh, yea sorry my bad I was making lunch” you say walking towards him, he gets up from the bed and you take his hand helping him walk “you ok?” you ask concerned “yes love I’m fine. Y’know you’re taking this injury worse than I am, and I’M the on who’s hurt.” he says with a humored expression. As he says that you guys finished walking down the stairs and made your way over to the couch.

You Sigh, “I know I know. It’s just I don’t want to end up having arthritis by the time you’re 25.” you say with yet another worried face “Honestly love, I feel fine!” he says TRYING to reassure you once again. (a/n: I’m not tryna write a whole lot so TIME SKIP🙈🥰)

it was around 10:15 pm and Jude was now laying in bed and you were in the bathroom getting ready for bed. You hear him trying to get up and he winces “You ok?” you ask once again for like 378th time that day “Yes angel I’m fine I just put pressure on it by accident” he says reassuring you ONCE AGAIN for the billionth time.

10 minutes later you’re in bed “Como te sientes mi amor?” (how do you feel my love) “No idea what you just said but it sounded hot.” he says smirking at you “ay dios mío, I asked how you were feeling Jude.” (oh my god) “oh my god love! How many times do I have to repeat my self! I feel fine, please stop worrying about me” he says trying to calm your nerves about his injury “Don’t give me that bullshit Jude Bellingham. I worry about you every time you’re on the fucking field. You’re gonna be 23 in the body of a 70 year old if you’re not careful. I don’t want you to end up like my grandma.” You say getting frustrated, he on the other hand chuckles.

“Your grandma?” he asks amused “YES, my grandma you know that woman canNOT sit down without complaining about her damn knee.” you say sternly still not finding what was so funny about what you were saying. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again but I can promise that’ll be more careful from now on.” he says placing a kiss on your shoulder as you both were now laying on your side, your back to his chest, and his back to the back wall. Your crane your neck to face him “Thank you” You say simply, his reassurance to being more careful on the field was the one thing that relieved you throughout the whole day. You could sleep in peace now.

And that’s exactly what happened you fell asleep in his arms (kinda) without having to worry as much. You definitely woke up more relaxed in the morning!!

OH YUP DEFINITELY ATE THIS LIL ONEEEEEE (not really. if you have any comments on my writing pls criticize me!! but be nice abt it tho cuz like I’ll cry.) ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONEEEEE🔥🔥🔥🔥🌚🌝

[oscconfessions]

PSA: Humanized objects are talked about way too much on this blog. You guys really should pick a different topic. We’re in the OBJECT show community, not human show community. If you want to discuss human characters all day long I don’t know why you’re even in this fandom. TDI is right there pal.

Look, I’ll even bring in some facts to prove my point. I went through the entirety of the asks posted in May, there’s 460 in total as of me submitting this one. And of those asks, 30 are about humanizations. You may not think that’s a lot, but when you put it into percentage, you get 6.52%. You may still not think that’s a whole lot, but guess what, it actually is. The ideal amount of gijinka discussion on this blog is 0%, because almost all of the asks from this month were related to controversy. Clearly, talking about them causes drama, and thus the topic should be banned from this blog.

I hope we can all calmly come to this conclusion and collectively cease sending asks about humanized objects.

i meannn gijinkas are a part of the osc in the sense they are the same object character just drawn in a different form. the fact that theyre drawn in a different way that isnt an object is completely irrelevant to the fact it’s just a fan’s interpretation of an osc character. idfk, stupid example but its the only one i can think of right now, its like saying that one part of my little pony where they were humans instead of horses isnt part of the franchise cause the franchise is called my little pony and theyre not horses. false advertising.

osc is a fitting term for the community but its also not a defining term. like if it were any other community for any other fandom where the species is not listed in the community name it’d be fine. like fuckinnn …,,i dunno, drawing spongebob characters as furries. thatd still be considered spongebob fanart. so why is it different when it comes to the osc. some people just like drawing humans.

also it’d be similar to if we banned all discussion of aus and fanfiction and headcanons and otherwise not canon interpretations of shows here, because its not canon and is a different form of what the character actually is.

theres also no alternative for only osc gijinka confessions. not yet at least. or that im aware of. so. let the people yap!! they have no where else to go!!!

also gijinka discourse is just funny💔💔

does this make sense idk if this makes sense ummmmm maybe im just stupi d sorry for yapping hiii-📻

[op-smash-or-pass]

Welcome to One Piece smash or pass

This is based off of @fe-smashorpass except with One Piece characters here are the guidelines:

-Each day we will have 2 characters be chosen for smash or pass. The polls will last for a week.

-Obviously I am skipping: Animals, Children, characters that look like children, and dwarfs(Any character that is over the age of 18 after the timeskip we will use those designs)

-You guys can send me asks! Honestly I don’t know how quick I’ll respond to them but go ahead! It can be about anything (yes including headcannons + ships)

We also have a popularity poll going on! Here

Some important tags: #OP smash or pass (where you can find all the current and previous polls)

#Inbox trick or treating- the trick or treat event that went on

#Rosi’s holiday exchange- Holiday event going on now

Below are some FAQ’s that might pop up:

Q: how are you keeping track of the characters? How will you prevent from repeats?

A: I spent four hours making a spreadsheet and tried to weed out all the characters we can’t post here. If a character I missed pops up and I post it I’ll take it down and post a new one.

Q: What else are you a fan of?

A: I’m really into Coral island as of late. Fire emblem has always had a special place in my heart. I also have been playing a ton of Identity V as of late. (I’m a college student so I can really only watch anime)

Q: Are you gonna make a spreadsheet of the most smashable characters?

A: Yes! I have a friend who is willing to do it! Plus at the end I have something else planned :]

Q: Are we allowed to request characters?

No, I’m going in alphabetical order, but if I miss someone please let me know! Though if you want people to smash or pass your One Piece OC’s I can do that!

Q: What characters are we including?

A: As long as they fit in our categories and have a photo of them, they are welcome in this. So yes we have some movie characters but not a lot.

I have decided Momonosuke will not be in this poll because he has the mindset of a child

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I’m jobless, bored, and hyper fixating hard. Also I thought it would be fun. Plus I wanna get a consensus on characters

Q: Do you have an age limit on this blog?

A: Not really, though if you are a minor and try to argue about this being NSFW then…unfollow idc it’s just a silly poll

Q: The series is still running what about future chapters with characters?

A: I’ll add them to the end of the list and we’ll circle back to them once my main list is done.

Q: How many characters are in this poll?

A: 1000+ most are male there’s only about 250 women in this poll. And yes I checked EVERY big mom child

Q: How are we incorporating Zoan devil fruits in this?

A: As long as they have a human form we will be using them. But the lab made zoan fruits were gonna go with how they look

Cheetah for legs: ❌ Ox for stomach: ✅

Q: Why are people smashing XYZ?

A: Idfk it’s Tumblr man, have you seen the bitches these people are into??

Q: I have a friend who you blocked why did you do that?

A: They probably shipped Coralaw, DoffyCora, or some other illegal ass ship, we’re a pornbot, or straight up being racist. Just don’t be fucking weird man and I won’t block you. I love shipping but if your shipping something illegal I’m gonna block you.

Q: Why is Corazon the profile photo?

A: I think he’s hot + idk heart theme kinda fits. And he has some good alts so I can do Halloween and spring themes

Info about OP:

Hello! You can call me Deer/Rafiel (Raffy) /Michael/ or Rosinante!!

I am trans masc and use He/they/it/thing pronouns! Though just He/they is fine too!

I am in my first year of college majoring in creative writing leaning towards video game scrips with a minor in digital art.

This account is run by a DID system and the fictive host Rosinante. Though please do not ask questions about our system due to privacy reasons.

I’m still catching up on the One Piece manga (caught up on the anime), so I apologize if I don’t know the manga characters

Dni:

-Homophobes/transphobes

-Proshippers (fancy way of saying illegal ships)

-Racists

- People telling me how to run my blog

-Coralaw shippers

-Trump supporters

[aita-blorbos]

aita for beating someone up?

🐺😬 so i can recognize it

ok, look. i know the title sounds bad. i know. but you’ve gotta understand: this guy (150? idfk. he was born in like the 1850s or 60s i guess. who cares. he’s like in his late teens physically. im around 50 but physically a similar age if it matters) is literally a fucking freak of nature. not even trying to be human these days. he’s basically turned into a fucking guard dog for my ex and all their other friends living in a fucking CESSPIT of unnatural, immoral depravity. and look using their powers is one thing we all do that. we all have them. but they’re not even trying to pass as human, any of them. my friend is an angel and at LEAST she has the grace to bind her wings. she at least tries. and yet they’re out there in their shitty motel every day just lounging around. it’s disgusting. not a shred of humanity left in any of them. so anyway this bitch is going to town to get groceries for their little gang or whatever (i guess he’s the most normal looking these days which honestly says a lot. like i said, at least we try to minimize the corruption of our bodies. they don’t even care they’re happy to be freaks. no wonder regular people are scared shitless of the idea of magic). and we were passing through the area and ran into him. obviously i let him know he was a fucking freak, tossed some lighthearted shit his way. called him rover or whatever. well i guess that upset him because he was doing the whole growing fangs, claws coming out, that whole shtick. i was obviously terrified - what if he attacked me?? so i hit back first before he could hit me. long story short, i thought he was dead and we left him there. good riddance. we were doing the world a favor getting rid of a monster like that anyway. but……. turns out he wasnt dead. and this bitch shows up at our door all bandaged up with that goddamn nosey holier-than-thou ass angel and some bitch who melted my friend’s gun. idk. so now we’re like on the fucking run and these freaks are all ‘we’re gonna make you pay!!’ like for what 😭 he’s apparently not even dead and like i said i was scared he’d attack me.. it was self defense. plus he’s literally a monster so???? but like i do feel kinda bad because i put my friends in danger and maybe it would’ve been better to just leave him alone, keep a low profile… like don’t get me wrong he deserved it but i did kinda fuck up all our lives so. aita?

[onlyswan]

Gosh, I need help.

Sigh

So, the thing is, there is this guy I like, and he's my friend. I asked him to send me some classwork, and he agreed. But then he called me later and asked why I was asking for work from him when I could ask another guy who is my neighbor. Oh yeah, I definitely can.

So, as a reflex,idfk why I told him that another friend of mine asked me to get work from him and send it to her. That was a lie. She did not ask me, in fact, I asked her earlier, and she denied it, telling me that she will do it herself. It's not like she and I are that good of friends. I lied to him, and now I'm feeling guilty and terrible. I cannot tell him that I lied because it's suspicious. That's not an option. If I tell my friend that I accidentally lied to him, she will know I like him, and I really don't want to tell anyone.

I'm devastated! If he tells her by any chance, and they find out I was lying, it's going to be a mess! I really don't know what to do!

Please give me your suggestions!!!! );

this was an assignment of some sort right? 😭 okay so i’d need more details to come up with a good solution tbh but personally i think if they ever confront me abt it i’ll just laugh it off and say that i got too shy to tell him that it was me who really needed it + bc i was denied by my other friend who i asked first and i got lowkey embarrassed? aaand abt the neighbor idk how close u are with him but maybe u could say that u don’t trust the neighbor as much as u do the guy u like when it comes to classworks 🤔 or that u just feel more comfy with him. bc we’re aware of our feelings, sometimes we feel more conscious of how we’re perceived so try not to overthink too much beloved !!

if u guys have better suggestions to help anonie feel free to drop it down in the replies or asks if ur too shy🫶🏼

[bueckersstrap]

anyway so we get back to shore n i helped her put her clothes back on n then our friends come over cs they got out of the water before we did n they tell us that this girl who was part of that whole friend group apparently saw us in the water n FLIPPED her shit, like went off on three of her friends that i’d kissed fully SCREAMJNG, cs apparently she wanted me but never told them so they didn’t know to like stay away? ig the skinny dipping thing was her last straw cs she basically went so wild the guy kicked her out of his house for breaking a glass thing?? idk i wasn’t there ANYWAY so at this point i’m like wtf but we’re all EXTREMELY gone so i don’t remember much of what happened next until my friends told me the next morning😟😟😟

but basically i ended up w my friend talking to these other girls, n we were like oh let’s run a two man but there ended up being four girls, so my friend took one of them to a room to fuck, n then one of them left, so i ended up fucking w the other two n basically had like a three way type thing but i’m pretty sure one of them left like halfway thru. anyway, so afterwards me n my friends went to uber to the house we’re crashing at n the girl i fucked in the room who was still there asked me to go home w her, but i said no.

so we go home, go to bed, wake up n we’re all obviously trashed so we’re showering n taking advil n stuff then i realize my phone is like blowing up. so i check n i have a GAZILLION dms from the girl like begging me to come over after i said i wasn’t gonna go home w her, then when i didn’t answer she started saying like “oh so u don’t really care abt me u js wanted to fuck” which makes it sound really bad but also like yeah???? it was a party, we’re all wasted, n it was literally u n ur friend??? like no shit it wasn’t serious, but THEN at like 4am timestamp the texts started getting insane cs i guess she found out abt the thing w the girl in the water n also realized that it was her n her friend i fucked n not js her??? (maybe she was too drunk to like remember that part? idfk) anyway so she starts going fucking BESERK n calling me a player n like an asshole n shit cs for context, a while ago i had like a little bit of a reputation (BEFORE U CLOWN ME IT WASN’T LIKE CRAZY BAD CHILL) where ppl thought i was like a fuckboy?????? which makes no sense cs i’m not even a boy🙄 n also i never like led ppl on or anything i js told them that i didn’t want a relationship so i feel like it’s not my fault if they thought they could change my mind n didn’t???idk maybe that sounds bad but i feel like it was js girls who were mad i didn’t want them n decided to spread it anyway

i’m gonna send another part cs ts is too much yapping

-🎸

“three of her friends id kissed” bitch you are a WHORE!!! half joking anyways

A THREEWAY ?? broooo

lord you proved you don’t gotta be a boy to be a fuckboy. you’re actually an asshole and i’m laughing my ass off at this 😭😭😭

[qvirkycrxxtvre]

Dear Reader diary ass post blog thing

I’m like constantly bothered I never figured out orgasms like I told myself I would do it before ever getting pregnant like idk like I wanted it to be a threshold like okay if someone takes the time to figure that out with me then I’ll have his babies but literally no lol my husband has no interest or understanding on how to do that and whereas I’m free to figure that out independently it’s like, lame bc I realize like

I still feel like I’m mildly missing out or something idk like I’ll always be reflecting on the times from before I got married where I knew I got wet and it was a whole thing I used to be like, through my jeans wet back in the day fooling around in cars at like 19 but I was just so so afraid of getting pregnant (I guess like, it’s always on my mind and since I didn’t get proper sex ed bc purity culture and conservative parents ,,) it was just very like, idk I thought that’s what happened when people had sex so I wasn’t going to need to figure out sex until I wanted that to happen

So I fucking waited and did the whole damn thing like okay I’ll figure it out with my husband

but it’s like damn now it’s literally I either figure it out independently or nothing and like I kinda do right like it’s not impossible the way it was once like a concept and not a physical thing I could describe

but its like idfk I play DnD right and our friend the DM that we jokingly call Daddy Master

when dude was like “GAH I’m like full of testerterone rn” and I was trippin balls on mushrooms fucking coping w ovulation like I had to fight every fiber in my being from being like

God what I wouldn’t give to get fucking railed by you rn and let you take that out on me

Even if it’s not even like /for me/ I feel like if I got the chance to be fucked really good like, maybe I’d figure out orgasms. But like. Alas.

Bruh I get all annoyed tryna come up w reasons to set that up, like I was like oh what if I pitch swinging or whatever the upside down pineapple people be doin but then I realized my husband would also need to be useful to trade not just me? Like I literally caught him on Ashley fucking Madison whilst I was pregnant like my brain tells me he wouldn’t be super against it but I know that’s not true like his kink is literal monogamy or some shit and he was only on there to look at stuff that felt more secret like idk that sounds unreal but my husband didn’t even have his profile set to near us , I know he had no intent to leave or whatever and we talked it out and said like if he needs whatever online we’re fine we just have to tell each other before doing shit w other people

But like neither of us have budged or tried it idk

I know in my heart he’s abiding by our rules and that I should just tell him that I’m going insane and can’t be around our guy friends whilst ovulating bc it makes me wanna implode bc I sincerely like

Dude I went years forgetting I could get wet bc I just like idk wet sexually inactive the past however many years I’ve been married but like

It all still works

I masturbate and can soak my side of the bed like I remember being like /fuck this’ll be cool when I have sex/ and it just never ever got to happen

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh

Off to go jackoff to y’all’s dirty posts

I hate that I don’t understand it like I feel too old to be this virginal I feel like this is such a waste of good cunt like

Dude my mouth too like I had a really rough fight w bulimia as a teen so I got like no gag reflex like I can swallow some big cock hypothetically

Ugh I hate knowing I know multiple of my guy friends have giant cocks I get to do nothing about

Also bc more often than not, like, I befriend rather good men. So whereas I look at them as a piece of meat in my head, these are kinda just like

Average husband type whatever guys

That like no one seems to fucking want like why are my guy friends single

I feel like I would stop fucking them in my head if I wasn’t the only married one right like I would have double guilt or something bc I’d be wronging another woman?

Not to say I don’t feel bad and like I’m wronging my husband for mentally fucking friends like obviously there’s some 10 commandments shit about being just as bad imagining fucking your neighbors wife as doing the action itself

I think

Idk did I already write this? Oh whale. You’ll see I repeat myself a lot. A lot of my life is repetitive. Ugh.

[afrostybrainspace]

Asking my head mates whether they think we’re plural

Enthusiastic Calculator - Based on what we’ve researched, we are likely plural, but not on a level where it could be called a disorder

Luna - Idfk, but you seem pretty good at making me shut up so maybe

Iron - Is incredibly uncomfortable with the idea and doesn’t want to talk about it

Snowflake - Yeah… probably. It makes sense, doesn’t it?

Helium - I.. can’t be sure yet. Helium feels very much like we feel as a whole on this topic. Hedging towards yes

Phosphorus - Idk!! We’re not like DID or anything what If it’s not really part of the community unless we’re like… properly disassociated??

EC - we already know it’s not-

Phosphorus - BUT DO WE COUNT?!?

Jade - just stop, phosphorus. It’ll be fine. Worst case we’re wrong, but I think we’re plural. Though I’m the gender guy so idk.

Barium - Does it matter? I still feel like I feel whether you guys put your stupid labels on it or not..

Sulfur - Personally, I think it makes sense. Something’s wrong with us, for sure.

Helium - Nothing’s /wrong/..

Oxygen - Yeah! We’re just quirky! And uh idk what plural means what? Uh. Oh yeah! Uh maybe?

Arsenic - Shut up Helium, don’t act like it’s normal. Yeah, we’re fuckin plural, whatever makes sense to you. I don’t actually enjoy /this/ argument!

Vanadium - Oh. I don’t know yet?

Phosphorus - WHY DONT UOU KNOW YET?

Vanadium - What, do you know?? [redacted by Mel]

Phosphorus - No, but you usually know! That’s weird!

Mel - Guys… this is a lot we’re posting on the internet right now. Keep it chill since we decided not to edit much. I think pluralism is a sensible answer. I’m not totally comfortable with it since I feel we have multiple bodies, but I know the rest of you don’t share that sentiment.

Thorium - I believe you, Mel! I want to at least. Somewhere we can’t access.. I have a body that matches who I am. I like that. Butterflies, what to you think?

The Butterflies - I think… we as the butterflies aren’t really a whole person. But the rest of you are. We think. Now we’re confusing myself I’m going back to sleep… [redacted]

Luna: Damn, that took a while. Why are there so many of us? My conclusion’s that we’re plural.

[redacted confused arguing because Luna tried to main]

Let’s stop now. That’s good. I could include the next hour of us talking but we need to stop

[neonkoii]

you’re just mad that my guy and i are like. in between friends and romance 🤷

[brokenstrings]

Yo could I request breakup headcannons with jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor where their s/o breaks up with them.

Don’t feel like u have to answer if your too busy :)

:rolling over to you in my blanket burrito: tysm for this i was bored hhhh

oh btw can you believe it guys christmas just in two days christmas is in two days woohoo i am so happy about this information /ref

on christmas eve and christmas i’ll try to write something winter themed if i remember to 😭

Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn and Viktor when their s/o suggests they should break up

Jinx

She gets super attached super easily so even if it was for about a week she’ll be super sad when you suggest this

Even if it’s ’lets just be friends’ which is my favorite vocaloid song /j she’ll be really shocked and by this

”Wh- You wanna… Break up with me?”

The voices get really loud, she can’t even attempt to block them out;

”It’s your fault. They hate you. They lied to you. You’re a failure.”

”No no no I’m not, I’m sure it’s not just me shut up shut up SHUT UP!!”

She tries her absolute best to get you to stay, shes crying and grabbing your hand, yelling and pleading

“Please bubs, you’re all I have left… PLEASE!!”

If her convincing works and you decide to stay in a relationship she sits you down with you and talks about if she did anything wrong and how she should change

If it doesn’t work, there’s only a 3/10 chance you’ll be able to salvage a friendship from it, to her; you left her, she trusted you, you broke it

Vi

She loved you a lot, she was the one that suggested a relationship, once you tell her it’ll hurt but she gets it

”Oh… Well yeah, we can split up, can we please stay in touch though?”

She doesn’t want to lose you 100% but she’s okay with just being friends, she has a replacement cupcake afterall :I am pointing at caitlyn: /j

If you do end up wanting to leave her 100% she’ll let you it’s just…

You took away around 4 years of her life and gave her about 5 1/2 grey hairs /hj

Shes emotionally fucked up by you leaving her 100% but if it’s just be friends its only 35%

Vi doesn’t quickly rebound afterward, it takes her about a month to actually get over you then ofc she has to find another cupcake :squeezing caitlyn and she squeaks like a dog toy: like that one /j

She wants to know what she should refrain from doing when you’re friends, wanting to keep you comfortable

”So is there some things I should stop while we’re friends?”

”Excuse me ’while?’”

“Yeah 👦👍”

She still calls you cupcake, she doesn’t care about that unless you say

“Vi istg if you don’t Q U I T T H A T.”

Caitlyn

:i am looking at episode 8: HAHAHAHAHA #SMILETHRUDAPAIN

If it’s a let’s just be friends situation that’s completely different but AHAHAHAH-

If you pull a “oil and water 💔⛓🥀 we r not meant to be cupcakke 😢😔” (im so sorry for this one sentence) she’s devastated

Dude she takes like a whole year to recover it hurt her so badly

Listens to sad Adele, Taylor Swift, and Mitski songs in the shower to cope with it

If it’s just be friends she ju- why is little miss perfect playing which one of you /hj

She thinks of all the memories she has of the relationship and tries to think of things she did wrong, she thinks it’s all her fault

She’s happy to be your friend and is happy you didn’t abandon her though;

”You’d like to just be friends? That’s… Yeah that’s okay, I’m sorry if I did anything to make you really uncomfortable, I swear I’ll be more careful in the future.”

She passively tries to get you two back into a relationship sometimes, like passive flirting

Like one day you’re talking abt your favorite Taylor Swift song or sm idfk and she says

”I‘d like to say that you remind me of last great American dynasty or the 1 maybe?”

”The 1?”

”…Yes.”

If that works she is so proud of herself for that

If it doesn’t end up working and she has to rebound it takes her so long

You’ve already had 2 different partners and then she finally comes up like

“Hey this is my new gf Vi” /hj

Viktor

Man I don’t wanna see him sad :sits link shinji from that one scene of evangelion: /jov

He’s hurt, even if it’s “Wanna just be friends?” He needs some time to process it

”Excuse me? Uhm… I- Heh…”

Once he’s collected he‘ll try to hold back any negative emotion, not wanting to make you feel bad for this

”I see why you want to and I’m fully fine if we separate.”

The second he leaves the room and is alone he’s sobbing to himself

”I can’t have one thing go right with other people can I?! Why me?!” He’s whispering stuff like that to himself, he’s a mess

After about a week or two of being split up he’s more comfortable around you, he just needed some time to recover from the breakup

During his time of being more comfortable, he’ll sit down with you and discuss why you think the relationship wasn’t going good

”So why did you break up with me? I’m sorry this is awkward but I’ve been wondering it, I didn’t see many problems while we were together.”

Once you explain he agrees it’s better if you stayed separated for the time being

He has no interest in rebounding unless the other person initiates it, meaning he might not get a partner at all afterwards

mmm we r loving the angst

THE STARY OF CAITS IS SO FUNNY IM SO SORRY,,,,, SAME WITH SOME PARTS OF VI’S IM TIRED IDK

[radiantroope]

Do You Trust Me? || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

mentions: john b, kiara, pope

requested: yes, i don’t have the exact request because it’s over on @maybanksbitch

summary: jj finds out you’ve never had sex. being the loving best friend that he is, he offers to show you what you’ve been missing.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of peer pressure, fluff, protected sex (no glove, no love), very detailed and graphic fluffy smut

wc: idfk but it’s LONG

a/n: well, here it is! the end’s kinda shitty but honestly, i needed to finish this instead of going back to it on and off for a week. this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy.

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It was a lazy day at the Chateau for you and the Pogues. Everyone was debating on what to do for the day. John B suggesting surfing, Pope suggested fishing, Kiara desperately wanted to go swimming since it was blistering hot out. You and JJ were the only two who seemed keen on staying in. You’d rather sit around drinking and playing dumb games.

You sat with Kiara and John B in a half circle of old, stained lawn chairs. Pope and JJ were playing their favorite game that you called ‘Balance’. The one where you try and knock the other person off balance by pushing their shoulder. They were both holding strong, neither one leaning too far with each push.

Somehow you’d all gotten on the topic of hookups. JJ glanced your way and caught your eye for half a second. He’d been your best friend since you were in diapers, of course he knew you didn’t hookup with, well, anyone. The other Pogues didn’t know that though.

“Remember Fallon?” John B asked the group, sending JJ a sinister smile.

“Oh my God, she was obsessed with JJ!” Kiara shrieked through laughs.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, earning a glare from the blonde headed boy. Everyone remembered the crazy redhead who spent everyday at the Chateau looking for JJ.

“That was the first and only time we’ve ever had to lock the doors,” Pope recalled the memory, laughing when JJ shoved his shoulder harder.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t remember Crystal,” JJ teased, pointing a John B. “Or Brad,” he added and turned to Kiara with a raised eyebrow.

“God he still texts me,” Kiara muttered, shuddering at the memory of the Touron who practically fell in love with her last Summer.

“What about you, Y/N? We see the guys all over you at the parties. One ever stick?” Pope asked.

JJ’s jaw clenched at his question. He caught your eye yet again and almost fell over when Pope gave him a good push. You knew the blonde hated how guys treated you at parties. He was always there to get you out of those uncomfortable situations.

“Andrew,” you responded, feeling your chest tighten.

Your exboyfriend was a touchy subject. He dumped you after a year together when you still didn’t want to sleep with him. It never felt like the right time and at first he was okay with it, until he wasn’t. He tried to demand you sleep with him because that’s what couples do.

“He was your boyfriend, he doesn’t count,” John B said.

“I met him at a party though.”

“But he wasn’t just some hookup that became obsessed,” Kiara added.

“He was an asshole and friends with Rafe. Let’s leave it at that,” JJ intervened and gave up on the game with Pope.

The blonde walked over to you and instead of taking the empty chair between yourself and John B, he plopped himself right on your lap. You huffed and wrapped your arm around his middle when he leant back against you. You brought your bottle of Budweiser up your lips, giggling as some of the cold condensation dripped on JJ’s bare shoulder and he shivered.

The conversation changed quickly after that. JJ was protective of you and they all knew if they continued, they’d never hear the end of it. No one wanted to be on that end of JJ’s anger.

Eventually, it was decided that John B, Pope and Kiara would take the HMS Pogue our for a ride. Where they ended up was unknown, but they needed to get out of the house.

“Y’all coming?” John B asked as he stood up and stretched.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna hang back,” JJ answered for the both of you, though you weren’t complaining. You missed the days where it was just you and him. It would be nice to spend some quality alone time with your best friend for the first time in forever.

“Suit yourselves, you two have fun,” the brunette shrugged and went to follow your other two friends down the dock.

“But not too much fun!” Pope quickly called, pointing two fingers at his eyes then back at you.

JJ rolled his eyes and sent Pope his middle finger while you laughed. They all teased you two for being so close. They insisted that you were soulmates and just blind to it. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel some type of way towards the blonde, but you always pushed those feelings away. Soulmates could be best friends, right? They didn’t always have to be lovers.

“Okay, my legs are numb. Please get up,” you patted JJ’s stomach and let out a grunt as he stood.

JJ grabbed the chair John B had been sitting in and pulled it over so he could sit in front of you. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, hands reaching out and grabbing your free one. He toyed with the bracelets on your wrist and tightened the ones that were coming loose.

You could tell his brain was at work with the way his crystal blue eyes glazed over. He wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was doing. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking about but also didn’t want to ruin the comforting moment. The rough pads of his thumbs started massaging gently into the top of your hand as his eyes flickered up to your face.

“I have a question. You don’t have to answer, obviously, but I’d like to know,” the blonde broke the silence with his soft voice.

You raised an eyebrow in response, giving him the indication to continue.

“I know you don’t hookup with people at parties, but I’ve also never heard you talk about Andrew in that way,” JJ started, causing your heart rate to increase. You knew where he was going with this. “Are you...have you-have you ever had sex?”

You mouth went dry at the blonde’s question. He may have been your best friend, but that wasn’t something you disclosed with him. Your friends may have been comfortable with expressing their sexual endeavors but not you. You let people think what they wanted and didn’t really care if it was true.

Your lack of response made JJ nervous. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about something you didn’t want to. He couldn’t care less wether you had sex or not, he was just curious. “You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know I won’t judge you,” he added.

“I know, I know,” you told him, twisting your hand to hold the blonde’s. The tiniest smiled curled at the corner of his lips.

“I, um, yeah, no,” you stumbled over your words, cheeks heating up under JJ’s intense stare. “I’ve never had sex.”

“Not even with Andrew?”

You shook your head and let out a small laugh, avoiding his gaze and staring out at the water. “It never felt right with him. He dumped me because I wouldn’t,” you explained, feeling his grip tighten on your hand. “And I hate the idea of drunk, meaningless hookups too. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex, of course I do, just not like that.”

JJ’s bright eyes watched the way your index finger tapped against the neck of your beer bottle. His gaze trailed up your arm and stopped on your lips. He could see that you were chewing on the inside of your bottom lip. He watched your eyes flicker across the horizon, sparkling with the sun’s reflection. Your hair blew over your shoulder in the warm breeze.

“Do you trust me?” your blonde best friend caught your attention with his question.

You turned and met his stare, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You answered, “Of course I do. More than anyone in the world.”

“Would you let me make you feel good? Show you what you’ve been missing?” JJ was calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside his heart was hammering against his chest.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. JJ was hands down, the most attractive guy on the island, in your opinion. And you knew him in a way other people didn’t. You didn’t know how you hadn’t already taken the dive and fallen in love with him sooner. With the way he was looking at you right now, it started to seem like a possibility.

The pads of JJ’s fingers started to ghost up and down your arm slowly, causing a shiver to run through you. He tilted his head and questioned you, “Y/N?”

You took a gulp of your beer to ease your nerves and set it in the cup holder of the chair. Breathing in deeply through your nose, your e/c eyes fell on his sapphire ones yet again. You head bobbed as you nodded and small smile spread across your lips, saying, “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

JJ stood up and pulled you up as well with the hands holding yours. He interlocked you’re fingers and led you the short distance up to the Chateau. With each step your heart started to beat faster. You grasped the blonde’s hand tighter to try and keep yourself from shaking. He smiled over his shoulder at you as you crossed the threshold into the house.

The blonde’s hand left yours once you’d entered the spare bedroom. You turned and shut the door, flipping the lock into place just in case the Pogues came back during your escapades. You turned around and tried not to ogle at JJ who had shed his shirt in the few seconds you’d had your back to him.

A smirk curled on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You’d seen him shirtless thousands of times, but this was different. His eyes were a darker shade as he stared you down. A heat spread through your body as JJ used one finger to beckon you to him, a soft “C’mere” leaving his lips.

You took the few steps to the bed and stopped in front of him. His hands reached out and landed on your waist, pulling you in between his legs. He guided you down into his lap until you were straddling him. Your soft breaths mingled with his from the close proximity. Your hands found place on the warm skin of his bare shoulders.

“If it starts to be too much for you, just tell me to stop,” JJ’s voice was soft as he reached up and tucked your hair behind your right ear, “Okay?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile, whispering, “Okay.”

JJ’s pointer finger hooked under your chin and pulled your lips to his. He tasted like beer with a hint of mint and his lips were a bit chapped. He could taste your cherry chapstick and a soft hum left him. Your fingers slid their way around his neck and into the soft waves on the back of his head.

The blonde’s hands found your waist again as he pulled you closer. Your head tilted, deepening the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You obliged and allowed your lips to part, tongues dancing together. Your head was spinning. Never did you think you’d be kissing your best friend of sixteen years, nor that it would feel so good; so natural.

JJ’s fingers slipped under the material of your shirt, dancing against the soft skin of your hips. You pulled away from his lips, breathless. His eyes were soft as he gazed up at you and pushed his hands higher, your shirt moving with them. His hands sat on your ribs, thumbs stroking your skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered, eyes darting between both of yours, reading your expression to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

You bit down on your swollen bottom lip and nodded, holding your arms up as JJ removed the clothing. Your arms came back down, hands resting against his defined pecks as he took in your naked chest. It wasn’t unusual for you to not wear a bra. They were uncomfortable and itchy so you hardly ever wore one unless completely necessary.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” JJ breathed as his hands came up and cupped the mounds of flesh.

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, cheeks flushing and a smile spreading across your lips. JJ’s head dropped, nose nudging your jaw as you turned your head to the side. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth gently nipping in certain spots. Your eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he found your sweet spot and focused his mouth there.

His hands stayed on your chest, squeezing your breasts softly. He pinched one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. On the other side his thumb brushed over the peaked nub with the lightest touch. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensations he was bringing you. Your body was getting hotter, a tingling feeling intensifying between your legs.

JJ lifted his head when he was satisfied with the marks littering your skin. He brought his lips back to yours in a hard kiss, tongue immediately pressing it’s way into your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs as he turned the two of you abruptly.

Your back met the mattress and your lips seperated. He was settled between your legs, hands on both sides of your head. He took in the way your pupils were blown, parted lips puffy from the pressure of his own. Your hair was sprawled around you as short pants left your body. A smile tugged at his lips as he leant down to kiss you again. JJ was starting to think he didn’t care if you were the only girl underneath him for the rest of time.

His lips didn’t stay on your for long, wet kisses being pressed down your neck and chest. You watched him kiss his way down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. His eyes flickered up to yours in question as his fingers lingered around the button.

Your head moved in a single nod and that’s all it took for the boy to undo your shorts and pull them off, your underwear going with them. You felt shy under JJ’s hungry gaze as he dropped your clothing onto the floor. Your thighs went to clamp shut but he put his hands on your knees to stop you.

“Is it too much?” the blonde asked, staring up at you.

“No, no,” you responded quickly and smiled softly, putting a hand over the side of your burning face. “S’just no one’s ever seen me like this before.”

JJ smiled at you and glided his hands up your thighs, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee. He started to trail his lips up the inside of your thigh slowly, eyes still locked on yours. “You’re beautiful,” he told you again against your skin.

You bit your lip to hide your grin and shifted as he pushed your legs open wider. JJ laid down flat on his stomach in between your legs, nearly moaning as his painfully hard cock brushed against the mattress through his board shorts. His eyes flickered up to your face and remained there as he leaned forward and tested the waters, tongue dragging through your folds slowly.

A soft gasp left your lips at the foreign feeling. The bottoms of your feet pressed further into mattress. JJ repeated the action a few more times, the drag of the velvety muscle against your clit sent jolts of electricty through your body. His middle finger came proding at your entrance, slipping in with ease.

He pumped the single digit and slid his ring finger in beside it after a minute. A soft noise of discomfort left your parted lips. JJ wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly to distract from the feeling. There was no stopping the smirk on his lips when a sharp moan left you as he curled his fingers. His tongue flicked at your sensitive bundle nerves and your fingers grasped onto the sheets tighter, another moan leaving your mouth.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, face scrunching in discomfort as he added a third finger.

JJ looked up at you and then focused his mouth on your quivering inner thighs, trying to ease the pain. “I know, I know. But I’ve gotta make sure you’re good ‘n stretched so it’ll hurt less,” he cooed.

You nodded twice and breathed slowly as you willed your body to relax. JJ’s mouth came down and found your clit again. He swirled his tongue as he began pumping his fingers again. He was pleased to hear your whimpers turn back into moans.

The blonde pulled away when he figured you were stretched enough. He wanted nothing more than to have you cum around his fingers, then his cock, but he thought it might be too much for you. A soft whine came from the back of your throat when his fingers left you and he chuckled.

JJ came to a standing position beside the bed and undid the strings on his shorts. He pushed them down and kicked them off, dick standing hard and proud once it was free. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened and you nervously swallowed as you eyed him.

“I know it looks intimidating,” JJ started, feeling proud that you were impressed. “But you’ll be okay.”

“JJ, you’re gonna rip me in half with that,” you stated, completely serious.

A loud laugh came from the blonde as he bent down and grabbed a condom from the box stored under the bed. He stood back up and crawled onto the bed, silver foil packet clutched between his fingers.

“That’s not gonna happen, baby, promise,” the nickname directed at you rolled off his tongue and your stomach flipped. You’d always teased each other with names like that but it was different in this sense.

You watched silently as JJ ripped open the condom package. His hands shook the slightest bit as he rolled it on and let out a puff of air from the little contact his erection received. He shuffled closer to you on his knees and hooked his hands under the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt the head of his cock brush your entrance.

“Ready?” the blonde asked, bright eyes meeting yours. His thumb rubbed gently on the back of your thigh as if to tell you it’s okay to back out now.

You nodded in response and let out a deep breath through your nose. Your hand reached down and gripped onto JJ’s wrist that had your leg held back. He gave you a small smile then looked down between your bodies, free hand helping guide his length into your entrance.

Your mouth fell open, hand squeezing onto his wrist tighter as he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch. JJ’s jaw clenched as your pussy gripped him like a vice. He put the hand that was free on your hip and paused.

“Relax, Y/N, you gotta relax,” he groaned out, resisting the urge to plunge into you like he was used to.

“I’m trying,” you whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Breathe,” JJ told you, “Breathe through it, baby.”

You sucked in a shaky breath through your nose and let it out your mouth, repeating the action until your muscles started unwinding. The muscular boy above you huffed when he felt you unclench around him. He pressed forward again until his thighs were pressed against the back of your own.

He stayed like that, letting you adjust, drawing soothing circles against your skin as he waited. He looked up to your face and saw you had your eyes clenched shut. His hand came up and caressed the side of your face, thumb brushing underneath your eye.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to look up at him. He was staring down at you in worry but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration. The whole scenario was making your head spin.

You were laying there, stuffed full for the first time with your best friend’s cock. What?

“Y-Yeah,” you managed to respond, feeling breathless under his stare. “You can move.”

JJ put the hand that was on your face beside your head, leaning his weight on it as he hovered over you. He pulled out slowly then pressed back in. He pushed your leg back farther with the other hand and thrust his hips again.

It was an agonizingly slow pace, you knew that much, but he was taking his time with you and you’d never been so grateful. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have taken care of you the way JJ was. You couldn’t picture losing it to anyone else in that moment. He was the closest friend you had. He was your person.

JJ’s eyes moved between your face and down to where your bodies met repeatedly. He was entranced by seeing your tight walls grip him so deliciously, but also needed to make sure you were okay. He smirked slightly when he saw the crease inbetween your eyebrows disappear with each thrust and soft, pleasured noises started to leave your lips.

The blonde boy began thrusting faster, unable to contain the low groan that bubbled in his throat. Your hands moved up onto the back of his neck and wrapped around his bicep. Your blunt nails dug into his skin as you moaned louder, head tilting back and pressing into the mattress.

JJ readjusted his position, dropping to his elbows on both sides of you. You hiked your legs up on his hips, breath catching in your throat at the new angle. His cock made you feel so full, brushing against your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fuck, J,” you moaned out, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head.

The feeling JJ got when looked at you underneath him and you moaned for him was indescribable. A heat flooded his whole body. He wanted to be the one who made you feel good; the only one. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this infuriated him, but the feeling of your hand tugging on his hair brought him out of the trance.

“You’re doing so good,” he muttered, bending his head down to press kisses to your neck, “so good.”

JJ’s thrusts got harder, the head of his cock pressing up against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. You cried you, gripping onto him as he kept the pace, his mouth working more marks into your skin.

He didn’t think he could last much longer, not with how tight your pussy clenched around him every time he hit your spot, moaning his name in ear. He pushed his weight onto one arm and slid the other down between the two of you. He lifted his head and watched as your mouth fell open as soon as his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed in quick figure eights, working you up to your high.

“O-Oh shit,” you cursed, nails scratching against JJ’s shoulders as your back arched off the bed.

Your whole body was tingling, a tightening feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach. The rhythm of JJ’s thrusts never faltered. The sinful moan that tore through your throat as you came was music to the blonde’s ears.

“Fuck,” JJ gasped as you clenched around him, following you into euphoria with a moan of his own.

Your thighs shook, still hooked around his waist as you came down from your high. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The two of stayed like that for a few minutes, letting your heavy breaths return back to normal.

Eventually, JJ pulled out of you slowly, causing a small hiss to leave your lips. He climbed off the bed and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash quickly. When he entered the room again, you were climbing under the covers, wrapping yourself in the blankets. You had a hazy look in your eyes and a dopey smile on your face.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” JJ asked as he climbed under the covers beside you.

The two of you faced each other on the bed, heads nuzzled against the pillows. You hummed softly, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over you.

“Better,” you muttered in response, cracking your eyes open to peak at your best friend once again.

He was staring at you, soft smile adorning his lips as his eyes trailed over your face. He scooted closer to you and wound an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. His fingers trailed lazy patterns up and down your spine, lulling you into the best sleep you’d ever have.

“I love you,” JJ whispered, knowing you were deep in dreamland by now.

The blonde didn’t sleep, he just laid there and held you, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He saw you in a different light; a light that he never wanted to burn out. Laying there holding you, butterflies fluttering happily in his stomach, all he could do was smile.

The two of you were definitely going to be having a long conversation on how to move forward when you woke up.

[kaiserposting]

Narancia Ghirga ― Rigid

PAIRING | Narancia/Reader WORD COUNT | 1.8k WARNING(S) | References to Depression GENRE | Hurt/Comfort and Fluff kinda ? Idfk

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You blink at the TV in what someone could consider an odd manner, maybe even somewhat sluggish. You're not sure for how long you've been at this, exactly, but you've probably re-watched this random show you found at least three times in four days. Two of those times were in succession ― meaning, you reached the last episode and started over immediately after.

There's a bunch of energy drink bottles littered across the floor. You've been taking shelter on your couch in the time being, a blanket with childish patterns covering your body. You've been falling in and out of consciousness, though at this point you know the plot by heart. It doesn't matter whether you're paying attention.

You consider taking a piss as if it's some kind of pressing moral dilemma, though you're brought out of your stupor by a knock on the door. When you stand up, you're in no hurry to answer. It's definite that your appearance has seen better days. Today, you look sloven.

It's habitual for you to look through the peephole before answering. As someone affiliated with a gang, you can't go opening the door willy-nilly. Though you're not convinced a criminal would be polite enough to knock. Whatever, this is an useless tangent to go on.

It's just Narancia. There are criminals who are courteous, after all. You wince and consider ignoring him. He's never been patient. If you just pretend you're not here, he'll go away. The knocking persists to your surprise.

He looks up as if he can tell that you're peering at him through the hole and pulls out his knife. You know he means no harm, and it's a messed up game for him to flick out that thing in your presence, but it startles you regardless. "I know you're there. Come on, I heard you stumbling to the door."

You groan before opening the door just enough to peer at him. He stares back at you and when the uncomfortable silence becomes too overwhelming, you decide to address him. "What do you want?"

"To go in? Duh."

"You should've called or something," you grumble before opening the door further. You were never a fan of surprise visits. Or surprise-anythings, for that matter. "Is Mista here?"

"No, why would he be?"

You want to argue that he was here the last three times, but you figure it doesn't even matter. The only thing bringing it up would accomplish is a pointless argument.

Narancia barges in your living space as if he's more familiar with it than you are. He comes to visit you a handful of times, at least once a week, but he seldom bothers to give a heads-up. It's an annoyance, however, there's also something strangely endearing about it. That's you being weird, though.

He doesn't ask if he can take a bottle of coke out of your fridge, he just does it, and you're too tired to reprimand him. You're content coexisting with him as you often do, but he always wants to converse with you despite your dryness.

"We watched this show four days ago," he says.

"Ok, and?"

"Uhh, I don't know? It was pretty bad though, like they can't even act or anything."

"You know, the more I watched it, the more I started understanding the artistic vision," you drawl out before standing up again to get a snack.

He follows your movements throughout the apartment with a somewhat bewildered expression. "How many times did you watch this shit?"

"Anyway," you deadpan with no intent of entertaining his question. "For example, there's this one scene where we're subtly told that the main guy doesn't date because he says 'I don't date.' Pretty awesome, right?"

By the end of your monologue, you've already returned to your seat. Still, you're no longer able to stretch out as you wish because Narancia decided he's your 'guest' and he can sit on your 'couch' and you have to be 'hospitable'. You scrunch your nose, then slide the pack of chips in his direction.

"You could describe that scene to me in like, twelve words or something crazy like that, it'd still be a bad scene." He rejects your thesis with just those words of facts and logic, and dives into the chips. If you were hungry, you wouldn't have offered them like that to begin with.

You raise your eyebrows. "Twelve isn't a big number."

"Not you too!"

"I mean. Surely, you knew that."

It's easy to gauge Narancia's reaction, even when your apartment is so dim. His face is illuminated by the glow of your TV, there's some beauty in it, but you note that he's upset by the creases in his forehead and the tremble of his lip.

His voice grows harsher with his frustration. You don't mean to be irritating ― most times, a wannabe smartass remark tumbles past your lips and he takes it as a personal attack. "Yeah, I did. Don't take me for some kind of useless moron like everyone else does."

"I don't," you deny. That's a bit pissier than his usual standards.

Narancia mumbles a sentence under his breath in response. You don't quite catch it and you don't bother asking him to repeat himself, either. By the time he starts fiddling with the TV remote to find a series more to his liking, you've already retreated back to the cocoon on your couch. Your figure curls into itself to give him more space.

"Are you just gonna sleep?" He doesn't shake you from your position, which he would've done on a typical Thursday afternoon otherwise, but you're not complaining from his lack of action. "Come on, you're no fun."

"What do you want me to do? Shit my hands and clap of happiness?"

You can hear the distinctive clank of a hollow object colliding with the floor. You can only guess he finished his coke and threw the bottle to join its fallen brethren. Narancia is not the type of person who would clean up your mess. He joins in the chaos, instead.

"No. I just wanted to hang out," he answers, simple, though there's a certain vulnerability to this statement. It trails off with apprehension.

When he comes over, there's often a preface as to why. Narancia claims your cable has more stations on it, or that the couch is comfortable, or that he likes your endless supply of drinks and food, or that you have a video game in your collection he'd like to try. Whatever is convenient. So no, you don't think of this as much of a get-together.

You frown and try to hide yourself further.

Narancia switches the TV off and throws the remote away. He doesn't move an inch after.

"Can you stop destroying the furniture?" you ask. You expect him to go off on you because he's so easy to rile up, but his silence is deafening. You should probably ask him to leave, but you can't bring yourself to. God, you're so tired.

You can sense Narancia's stare on your figure. You wish he'd be more decent about leering at you. Yeah, you look like shit, so what? He knew when you stopped going on missions for a few days and you're sure he knows that those days have turned into weeks now. You wonder if you remind him of Abbacchio.

There's a sound, weight is lifted from the beat up couch, and he's standing up, and you figure it's about time he leaves. At least that doesn't put the burden of rejection onto you.

You seem to have misjudged his actions. All he does is pry the curtains open. You're not caught off-guard at your newfound intolerance to the intruding light. A grimace forms on your features, which makes him laugh at you. "You don't need to act like a vampire."

"Sorry, my bad, I thought it was in Mafia 101."

"Maybe you heard about it in that shitty show?"

You click your tongue, changing the subject. "You're tame today."

"You're in a worse mood than usual. I just don't understand! You're always like this." Narancia proceeds to make the most miserable expression he can muster to show what you're like, apparently. You recognize your gloom in his cheap imitation.

It's not like Narancia hasn't had his share of hardships, you know he has. The inherent difference between you and him are your contrasting responses. You can't imagine him moping around as you do. A sense of poignancy and dread overwhelms you.

You don't quite suffer from low self-esteem. Your brain reacts in a way you consider repulsive, and it makes you paranoid others will see you as fragile. You want to be anything but.

Before your inner pity party can go on any longer, his tangent continues, "But it's alright. I don't really need to understand."

"Too true," you respond, sardonic. Despite your sarcasm, you appreciate his honesty and his lack of unwelcome advice regarding things that don't concern him.

"Doesn't your back hurt sleepin' there?"

"Yeah." Upon being called out, you sit up from your position. You're positive you heard your back crack from a simple movement, but by now you can't be bothered to get phased by such things. It's not like you expected to become the pinnacle of healthy when you started sleeping on your couch.

"That sucks." Narancia gets another drink out of your fridge. You're about to tell him off until he chucks it at you. Your reflexes are sharp enough to catch it, though you don't leave him be without a scowl. When he sees you open your mouth, he interjects, "I know, I know, warn me next time, blah-blah."

"I don't sound that bratty. Whatever," you dismiss with a wave of your free hand.

He takes one of your video games from the pile you dump them in before inserting it, and then he rejoins you on the couch. You squint at the title. It sounds unrecognizable. "Which one is that?"

"Why do you buy these if you don't even play them? Man, I was looking for this one too, but it got sold out."

Despite your awareness of Narancia's teasing ― and how it often lacks a meaning or purpose ― you still clam up, somehow. "Uh. I don't know. Investment?"

"Ok. If you say so," he says with slight smugness, but the grin on his face is more cheesy than self-serving.

"Well, there's this practice where you kind of scam people. Like, you buy something for cheap and resell it for more. I've been looking into that." You open the bottle and huddle closer to him while he picks the character he wants to play as. He doesn't seem touched by your idea of marketing.

"Y'know." After his start, there's a moment of hesitation. You wait for Narancia to continue, though you're taken aback by his next words. You never thought he'd admit something like that. "I don't care if you have a nice house, or a nice car, or video games, or any of that shit. It's just excuses, I guess. I come here because I'm worried about you and I want to see you... and I want you to have a good opinion of me."

You lean your head against his shoulder. He stiffens. "Thank you."

[punkbarbarian]

Sleepover sat! I’ve had a huge crush on this guy on and off for like a few years. I’m generally kinda shy and isolated from the rest of our social group but he makes a point of including me and being nice to me, and our dynamic is very sweet and like a little jokingly flirty when we do hang out. We had a ton of stuff together this term at and I thought maybe we could get closer and I could ask him out some time but like immediately in January he started dating another guy in our kinda circle who I didn’t know super well but was going to be in all the same things as us. So I spent the entire semester third wheeling being jealous and trying to hide it but the thing is... the other guy is really cool. And we’re like, good friends now and like, call me a manwhore I’m kind of crushing on him too now??? Because our dynamic is also hella flirty maybe even moreso than with the first guy, who frankly I’m also still not over. Now I’m just sitting here watching this happy relationship, still totally fine and good friends with both of them, just fucking pining horribly for literally both of them under the surface trying to figure out where the line is in regards to “jokingly” bringing up polyamory around them with a classic lil haha jk unless because I know at least one of them is open to the idea in general lmao. I don’t particularly need advice, though if you have any I’d take it because idfk what to do if anything, it’s just juicy drama I felt like sharing.

unfortunately i cannot offer any advice bc i have been in one (1) relationship ever but this IS very juicy and i wish u the best of luck <3

[vidalinav]

I think the reason why I abhor the Inner Circle now has nothing to do with Nesta, but the way that they have no consequences for their actions, regardless of Nesta. 

I can admit that Nesta has flaws, but Nesta has suffered the consequences immensely, whether she deserved all of them or not, because she was painted as a “bad” character that “belonged to Hewn City” that was “a waste of life,” that was “embarrassing,” who needed to straighten her attitude, because she was ruining relationships or not gaining them by being mean or verbally aggressive or pushing people away, regardless of the trauma she had. At some points it was a healing arc, at some points it seemed more like a retribution, which largely depended on what other characters were present. Like that was her accountability. Eris, because he’s treated as a “villainous”/ morally grey character, has consequences. Because no one trusts him even when he actually does okay. Because he suffers in silence. Because people hate on him and that he has no one. Tamlin, even has consequences, because again he’s alone. He’s bitter, he’s having an emotionally hard time. He doesn’t have a court anymore. All things that he may or may not have caused himself, but he was painted as the bad guy and so he suffers like the bad guy. Lucien, who didn’t really do anything, but like once in ACOMAF, suffers consequences, because he’s not welcome for a time being anywhere, and now he’s sort of roaming. Jurian, has consequences, because well... everything that happened to him, which you know personally is not really deserved because you know human slavery. So all of them, have or had consequences for their own actions. Other characters, namely the IC, thought of them badly at some point or still do, and they were ostracized in such a way that they paid or are paying essentially for their “crimes.” 

Which to me is perfectly fine, IF, the people who are “good” but did “bad” things also have to suffer consequences. Even narratively, like feeling bad... showing remorse... feeling guilty... other people yelling at them... making them understand the other POV... cosmic punishment... something awful happening to them because they did this... other people not thinking well of them. Anything!

BUT THEY DON’T. And this is where the imbalance is very noticeable, and unfortunately to me makes the IC look really bad, even in the narrative’s pursuit of pushing this idea that they’re very good. 

Which you know might be a POV thing (or SJM’s favoritism but I digress), but Rhys for example is a trash ruler. He may not be bad to Feyre. He may be caring to some people. He may want to put his family first. He may care about the little city he lives in, but on a regular basis he wants to burn Hewn City down. Why he still has that city? Idfk. Why everyone in that city is painted to be a bad person? I don’t know either. He may have outlawed clipping, but on a regular basis there’s still a shit ton of crimes against females. He has a city and a temple full of proof, and the explanation for that is that well... there are consequences. But what are they? And also, why are there not more infrastructures to stop this? Like I understand that the Illyrians are a traditional people, but is that the excuse we’re going with? Which of course, he’s only one person, this is not his fault, but now he’s literally trying to have a whole ass country sign a peace treaty for what reason? Is there a reason he’s not focusing on the problems of his OWN court like they don’t exist? His own inner circle have so many problems, and what is happening with them? Why the hell did he make that promise to die with Feyre, but also why didn’t he tell anyone about it just in case. Because he’s literally the ruler of a court. Let’s not forget that instead of being just a strong-willed High Lord who’s just and fair and who’s trying to do what’s right by his people, he’s still putting on an act. Why? He’s the most powerful person, they say ALL THE TIME. He clearly is not. Let’s not forget that he has done so much crime, and what really were his consequences? Like if Nesta can’t be excused by her trauma, Rhys CANNOT be excused by his trauma, except Rhysand’s actions were in the range of murder and Nesta’s was being mean lol. So I think it’s hilarious that to the IC at least he’s fucking fantastic. Like okay. 

Amren, as another example, basically works in the same way as Nesta. Where she is harsh, but people put up with it. But again, Nesta is looked at very harshly, and Amren is not??? Even when she’s sort of a tyrant and she’s a... little bit of a colonizer and she doesn’t really give people respect. And she’s shown to be a bit of a... do as I say type of person by any means necessary even deceit and manipulation which is not frowned upon even with “friends.” What are her consequences? Even in Nesta’s POV she takes a knee. Does that make sense? 

Going even into just inter group dynamics, Mor for example, is not very... should I say? Honest. I hate to villainize her like the whole thing is her fault, because it’s obviously not. But... she literally is playing with a man’s feelings and knows she’s playing with a man’s feelings, but she doesn’t tell him because??? Like she doesn’t even have to tell him why, but she hasn’t told Azriel she doesn’t like him? And then she also got Cassian involved...  I mean, it’s Cassian’s fault for that, you know, cause she didn’t force him, but... uhh. And then, let’s not forget that Mor was awful to Nesta in ACOWAR, when Nesta was actually pretty decent to Cassian. They had many moments. She saw those moments. And Mor was not nice AT ALL. Cut the crap, of saying oh Mor was just protective of Cassian because Nesta was mean. No she wasn’t! Or you’re forgetting an entire fucking book. She may seem like that now, but that was a change of character to be honest, I don’t know where that came from, because in the beginning of that book she was an awful person, and in ACOWAR she was not a benevolent person either. But where are her consequences????? Actually she has a bit, because you know Eris points it out a lot, that she’s a liar. Nesta says she’s a hypocrite. She’s dealing with her father, she has to hide who she is to fit in the group which is sort of changing her narrative. So, I count that as some form of consequence, which is probably why I don’t hate her too much. I understand her a bit, but damn... she was not that bright and bubbly and who’s really going to call her out on that? 

Sigh... Onto the next one. My love. Cassian. 

I know he’s loving and very sweet. But he has his head so far up the IC’s ass, that I’m like ugh...Mostly my critique with him is that he gets to say everything he wants even when it’s horrible and down right dramatic, to a girl who already hates herself, and who he learns hates herself and if he was smarter he could have connected those dots way earlier and that she was suffering thoughts of not wanting to exist because she obviously was by her ACTIONS, and still he says the most horrible things. Sure, he offers remorse, but like... we didn’t even see him apologize. Like I hate that Nesta can say horrible things, and omg Nesta’s mean. But Cassian says horrible things, and it’s like omg Nesta what did you say? I mean that’s how the narrative was structured. Nesta said something about Rhys it wasn’t even that big, “everyone hates you.” Nesta offers some anxiety about the mating bond, “I’m shackled to you.” Like... yikes. She doesn’t want to accept his gift, “I don’t understand why your sisters love you.” Sigh... I love Cassian but damn, he literally has no consequences. No one is calling him out, no one thinks bad of him, nothing. He’s the sweet, lovable guy and nothing else. Psssh. I mean, he mostly says this only to Nesta, but Nesta isn’t going to think bad of him, which is not right. Because he sucks sometimes, and what? Nesta needs to learn to take the pain of his insults. Okay. 

Elain, is not technically an IC member, and tbh I don’t know who the hell she is or what she feels, so I can’t talk about her too much. Except for the fact, that she is also not the greatest person in the world. I know that you cannot expect your sibling to hold the world for you, but as people have pointed out, Nesta was not asking her to help her with her own trauma, she was asking for time to heal, like Nesta had done for Elain. Because Nesta protected Elain’s ability to heal. And when Nesta tells her this, she just doesn’t understand and doesn’t seem to care about understanding her POV, and cries and once again Nesta is the bad guy. And then you know she offers that “you only care about what my trauma did to you.” Another lack of understanding, because Nesta is fearful of the cauldron, and her own sister doesn’t stick up for her when the IC are obviously trying to push her into something she’s saying and showing she’s not comfortable with. I don’t see how you cannot see this scene as a manipulation, when it is outright said that they would use Elain later to do that. And tbh if Elain really wanted to do something she could at any moment, no one is stopping her. I mean Nesta may put up some fight, but if Elain wants it she can have it. She’s not an uwu baby. But the scene did show that no matter what Nesta feels, once again Elain is the victim and Nesta is the one in the wrong. And then later when Nesta is trying again when she goes to solstice, which you know based on logical reasoning, would have been probably hard for her, Elain is like “Did Feyre pay you to come? Be nice.” Sigh... And still, Elain is the sweet one and Nesta is the one who deserves that. Even in her own narrative, Nesta doesn’t deserve anything. What are Elain’s consequences? I certainly hope Nesta and Elain are not close to begin with in the next books, because I honestly feel that Elain now has proven twice that she is not helpful. Just like Nesta didn’t help Feyre, Elain didn’t either, though Nesta paid for that a lot in other people’s opinions of her, which they did not hold against Elain. But now she also didn’t help Nesta. But both Feyre and Nesta have helped Elain, and they’re both now considered to have “coddled” her like what wack shit? Isn’t that just another way that they excuse Elain for not taking accountability of her own life? Is that not also making her a victim of other people? When again, if she really wanted to fight or go somewhere or do something, who would stop her? The perspective on Elain is very weird. Anyway. 

I’d also say Azriel doesn’t suffer any consequences. For obvious reasons, because he seems to torture people and no one bats an eye, but also because he seems to have such a weird mindset even it’s not outright stated. Again with the whole Mor situation, how has no one told him that holding onto this crush is fucking creepy and counterintuitive to the mindset of family they’re trying to create? Like you visibly made someone obviously uncomfortable, and nothing? No one calls you out. No one thinks bad of you, even Mor, the one uncomfortable. So weird!!!

But basically what I’m trying to say, is not that I hate these characters, because they’re very interesting to read, even if the quality of writing is so-so compared to other SJM’s series. They’re not totally bad or villains but they definitely do some stuff that should probably be recognized as something wrong, because all of them are morally grey characters. Just the lack of understanding they showed Nesta should be something that is called out, the lack of understanding they don’t really show each other for those who call themselves family. No one had to be accountable in this book, except Nesta. Which is odd, I think, because there’s two POVs, and Nesta has a problem with everyone which are not entirely her fault. Because the opinions of other people, at their core, are the responsibility of the other people. They could have chosen to be more understanding, but they didn’t. They could choose to be better people, but they don’t. And I’d say that the lack of accountability that the IC have contribute to them never changing. Now, this may change with more books. But at least in this book, this idea is not promising. We got no scenes of the IC talking to Cassian or Nesta like they understood or empathized or changed their mind about anything, none that made them seem like they felt guilty or wrong. Even Rhys went into Nesta’s head and saw all of her trauma, and then still said he wanted to kill her because of a situation he, himself, created. This book was a mess. But they’re messy characters which might be because of poor plotting, but could be on purpose. Idk. 

But the point I’m trying to make is that the more the idea is pushed that the IC are these good, benevolent people, who do no wrong, who are the saviors, the more I think they’re horrible people. Because all of things they do that are wrong don’t get held against them. They don’t have to pay for that crime. And if they did have to be accountable for those mistakes, for their own thoughts and actions, I would hate them a lot less. But I think this is also why I tend to like SJM’s “villains” or “asshole characters” more than her “good” characters because the assholes get to grow and the good characters just get more annoying. But it remains to be seen I guess. I certainly hope they have some more development, but not holding my breath... Just my opinion, which I don’t know if I articulated well. So... Anyway