#istg its a goddamn curse

[msrandonstuff]

the curse of liking to dance but being too lanky to do so in public

i look like this:

[aria0fgold]

Excitement gone...

And in the softest way possible...

Fuck you, Emu.

JUNE BRIDE BANNER FOR PROSEKA FINALLY OUT!!!

[thiscatisdead]

looooooove when everything i do regularly stresses me out cuz its either school stuff or its all my electronics making me want to put them all in a sack and bash it against a wall as hard as i possibly can

[makur0]

I-i see you're making smut stuffs of enstar and I secretly read all of it like the thirsting hoe i am and I love it ur my fav smut writer istg HNGHHH😫

do you accept requests? If you do I'm begging and thirsting for a domNiki x fem!reader NSFW where reader teases him so much because they think that hes a soft guy and wont even try to dominate or go rough but oh how they're so wrong about it~ (he got godly stamina from all the food energy he secretly stored for this) and he filled reader to brim to teach them not judge a book by its cover hngghhh~~~ Im so thirsting for domNiki 🥵

ANYWHOO THANKYOUU IF YOU READ THIS AND CONSIDER TO MAKE IT IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY❤

Teasing (Day 28)

summary — niki hates when you make fun of him, questioning his dominance. when in reality he's a beast when he's on top... [niki shiina x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! niki, switch! reader, teasing (obv), penetration, doggy style, creampie, breeding(mentioned), degradation, overstimulation, manhandling

author's note — when i first got this request it wasn't intended for kinktober, but it had a really good scenario that i did want to write about so i simply just added it to my kinktober list (@5ugarcan3)

word count — 1059

YOU THOUGHT NIKI SHIINA WAS A SOFT GUY.

Well, to be completely honest, you thought he was either completely submissive or gay. Who wouldn't, between him and Rinne?

So to say the least you were surprised when you developed a crush on him, and shocked when he was the one to confess to you. Love is weird, ain't it?

At least you had more time to tease the ever-living shit out of him. Commenting on how well he'll be taking a dildo, or being a complete whore over your cunt, or possibly serving you like the good little boy he was. And whenever he would blush furiously and stutter at your bold comments, more and more were you convinced that he indeed was a bottom. Not that you minded, it was pretty cute...

On the other hand, Niki absolutely loathed it. Why on earth did you get the impression that he was nothing but a little toy for pleasure? Why couldn't he be the one to use toys like that? Not only that, but you were so goddamn cocky about it it just made his blood boil.

"Hey, baby," You jumped on the couch he was sitting on, sliding over to him. Niki froze, his hand tightening around his snack as if you were going to steal it.

"..."

"What, no hi for me?" You sighed, leaning against him and pressing a chaste kiss against his ear, smirking as he blushed a bit. "Alright..."

"No, no-" He swallowed, tucking his bar away from your curious eyes. "Hi uh- how was your day?"

"Absolutely terrible without you," you sighed dramatically, flopping over his lap. "I didn't have my little subby boyfriend attached to my hip, so I had to simply tease somebody else."

At that statement the male scowled, his ears still red. "Huh? What do you-?"

"Aw, is my little guy jealous?" You giggled, pawing at his chin. "Afraid that I'll leave you in the dirt?"

"No," He blurted, his blue eyes widening before slouching back at your laugh. "[name], just-"

"Fuck you dumb to make sure I'm yours?" you babbled, tapping his thigh carelessly. "Aw, Niki, you could've just said that earlier, I would have gladly folded you in half already."

That's not-!

"Oho, is this your snack? Don't mind if i do-o?!"

Last straw.

He snatched your hand from grabbing his snack and shoved it into the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he climbed over you with an annoyed gaze. "Niki?"

"For the last fucking time," He cursed, his low tone making your throat dry up. "I'm not a bottom."

"...Then what are you?" You stupidly said, your voice hoarse. "A service dom?"

He dipped his head down to you, your face so close with his that you were mixing breath.

"You're my little bottom."

You opened your mouth, expecting him to kiss you, but instead he snaked down further and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it harshly. A surprised groan left you, your hands flying up to his hair and slightly tugging at it.

As he was occupied with your neck his fingers slid into your mouth, you opening wide for him as he muffled your noises. You could feel your sex already heating up, now begging for some relief.

Fortunately god was on your side, because he pulled away from you and flipped you over on the couch, tearing off your pants and undergarments. You tried to look over your shoulder to see him but instead his hand forced your face into the pillow, blocking your sight.

You then felt his warm, leaking cock brush against your ass, and you couldn't help but jerk your hips up in a last, feeble attempt to claim dominance. The attempt that was cruelly laughed at and instead earned a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to shake and moan into the couch pillow.

He gave you little time to get set before he pushed right into you, his cock stretching your insides. After grinding into you, cursing under his breath, he leaned over to hook his hands over your shoulder and fucked into you erratically.

Your eyes blew open, your mouth almost biting the pillow now. You never expected him to be this rough to you, let alone top you. But here you were, moaning like a bitch in heat and Niki completely destroying your cunt.

He tugged at your hair, pulling you away from the pillow as he jaggedly hissed into your ear. "Am I still the fucking bottom now? Yeah? Then what does that make you- fuck- you little whore?"

You could only moan out loudly, your head falling back as he was able to fuck into you deeper, reaching places that you haven't even explored yet. Fuck, this just felt so good...

Spots filled your vision as you came suddenly, a shriek leaving your mouth as you were only forced to arch your back more as Niki quickened his pace on you. Jesus, where was all this stamina coming from? How on earth was Niki, the Niki Shiina that you thought was a simple subby male, making you come so easily?

"Stop moving," He grunted, keeping a bruising grip on your waist. "No- stop it. You're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

A strangled whine left you, but all you could do was, well, take it. Two more mind-numbing orgasms later he finally came into you, his hot load coating your insides. He finally let go of your hair, letting you fall down to the couch shakily, but when he started moving again you closed your thighs, mentally begging for it to stop.

He let you close your thighs but simply flipped you sideways, propping your legs up in order to drill back into you again in the new position with the same vigor he's kept up for roughly twenty minutes now.

"I'm going to make sure you know that you're my slut, not me being yours," He groaned out, carding his fingers through your hair. "God, isn't this funny?" Niki laughed out. "Comical, really... I'm gonna fill you up so well your cunt's gonna be leaking for days. That'll be a good reminder not to mess with me again."

...I can't promise that, love. You don't know how hot this is.

[thestarseersystem]

Looking at that post that says they faked DID and I'm gonna say this as gently as possible that "not having an identity" and "fucked up memory" is having a dissociative disorder.

Let me break down this post. I am not reblogging, because I do not wish to antagonize op or argue with them. But I will talk about it here.

"Lack of identity". I'm going to be honest, when I was experiencing a very traumatizing time in my life, I felt very confused with myself and my identity, I felt like I had to repress myself just to survive. It's common to feel like you have no identity, or feel so dissociated from yourself that there's no concrete or "real" version of yourself. Many systems struggle with having no host or changing hosts, or a very dissociated sense of self. It's normal to feel this way when you have a dissociative disorder.

"Not being able to understand my own personality". I've felt this one forreal tbh. I have felt like my personality is too complicated or confusing and therefore it's just confusing to have a concise sense of self. I know myself sometimes and then I don't. Its common in systems to have a fragmented or confusing identity. Also I used to say I had like 5-10 different favourite colors, I would not be able to choose. And yeah the words to describe myself? Enigmatic, complex, extreme, intense, etc. Like I'd say I was both outspoken and reserved in the same sentence.

"Rapidly switching from aesthetic to aesthetic". I FELT THIS ONE. We *cannot* decide what to wear in the morning usually. We love all types of different aesthetics, ESPECIALLY the ones that involve a dual vibe like yamikawaii or pastel goth. We love dark fairycore, yamikawaii, pastel grunge, cybergoth, animecore, emocore, scenecore, lolita, everything. We love so many different aesthetics it's insane. I felt this so fucking hard you have no idea. Every alter has their own playlist/aesthetic, we just love them all.

"Need to seem special and traumatized". Bitch, I used to think I was insane. We have a goddamn insane asylum in our headspace and when we have a panic attack it makes us feel like we're crazy. We used to feel like we were going to pass out all the time because of dissociation. I was like "damn, why do I feel like I am going to pass out, I think I'm just doing it to be edgy and cool". NO. You just want to stop fucking fronting for now. Imagine thinking you were cursed because you struggled to maintain friendships and thought a memory eating monster was eating your memories away. I THOUGHT THAT.

"Not being able to settle on a name, yes, this includes usernames". YEAH SO UH... This is real experiences I've seen other systems have. I have a close friend who went by like 10 different names before being able to settle on one. And for many of our alters, they don't have names because it's too dissociating to settle on one. I think this is normal, mate.

"Actually, occasionally, feeling like I am a separate person." I just have nothing to say on this one because it's goddamn obvious that you have alters, what the fuck.

"Not knowing what I want to do in life". Why the fuck do you think I'm focusing on the past in my life? To distract from current reality, because the dissociation makes me feel so unmotivated. You should accept that you have more than one of you. Istg man. It would be so helpful if you just let yourself have multiple interests and feelings. It's okay.

"Insecure about how I look". Yeah, dysphoria is common. I have this so much, we have attributes on the inside and look different on the inside that it's sometimes so disorienting to look in the mirror. It can cause DPDR for us. But we try to use snapchat filters to help or make art or picrews that look like us. That helps.

"Messed up memory". That's the dissociative amnesia, my guy. I used to think that a memory eating monster ate my memories because the amnesia was so bad. Years of my life are gone because of trauma. Having gaps in your memory is literally dissociative amnesia.

"No social circle." I can't tell you how fucking hard it is to make friends when you feel disconnected from them and from reality. I constantly feel like they don't understand and I struggle to maintain friendships because of my conflicting opinions and lack of energy and fear. Its hard. I feel abandoned by everyone who leaves. It fucking sucks, man.

You have a dissociative disorder. I'm not fucking kidding, man. So many of our symptoms align and I know I'm a system. This isn't normal, this is what being a system is like. This isn't effects of faking, this is real symptoms of being a system.

It makes me frustrated and sad that people think that this is made up or a lie, that they somehow fucked it up, made it up. I swear to fucking god, this is reality for systems. Please get it out of your head that you made this shit up. This is how it is. Hear it from systems with real experiences. You are a real system, whether or not you believe it.

[tacky-optic]

dude if loopzoop-- LOOP. ZOOP. --of all things works/ is popular, then goop works too. goop rules. wtf is wrong with twitter

istg you have no idea how much the 'word and/or word' thing bothers me lmao. i tried so hard to curb that habit but my brain just would not let it go. i definitely want to rework zenigoe, fujigoe, and jiglup (jiglup... why must you elude me...) but man is that death grip strong. head remains empty

thanks for the rb (and gracing my feed with goop (loopgoop?? very cursed) 👍)

while i'm here i might as well wave at the other rb'ers-- not required reading but def encouraged.

@samuraivibes i really dig og thieves for lupgoe honestly. i see the vision. the generational link. it tracks, it makes sense.

@caseyjonesisinthehouse god i wish i could take credit for hattrick. i wish that were me I WISH, but alas some genius started that years and years and years ago and now we're here, wondering where the hell the sport connotation fits in lmao. all good things come in threes but these two can't seem to nail down the third for the life of em yknow

idk either @dagmartoons. i wish i knew. maybe i could check out what rwby's got going on, examine them and tf2's ship nicknames under a microscope or something. can't take credit for "it's complicated" either, but at least it won't drive me insane because i know where it came from lol. kudos go to the mutual who came up with what was initially a joke about relationship statuses. bayonet tracks-- the reasoning's there. i dig it. AND SEE ITS HARD ISN'T IT?? what are you lugoe WHAT ARE YOU

@eva-of-the-sea oKAY OKAY I CAN ACTUALLY TAKE CREDIT FOR FATALEBULLET. that was my one allocated bigbrain moment for that particular month and i'll stand by it. in my very unhumble and deeply conceited opinion, it fucks. "certain death" is pretty solid ngl-- the "i am going to kill you one of these days" "ok :)" vibes are palpable between those two. and hell and back's definitely on the right track, but once again, that goddamn "___ and/or ___" pattern. the bane of my existence. how does the tf2 fandom do it

SHIP NICKNAMES. dunno if they're anywhere else they're pretty prevalent in the tf2 fandom, so i thought it'd be fun(ny) to try 'em out here with lupin ships--

Pairings: Luzeni - LoopZoop Jigzeni - HatTrick Jiglup - Ride or Die Fujigen - FataleBullet Fujilup - It's Complicated Fujizeni - No Chaser Zenigoe - Sword and Shield Jigoe - Weapon of Choice Lugoe - ??? (lugoe eludes me, please help </3) Fujigoe - CherryBlossoms

Bonus OT4's (for funsies): /Z - Zenigata Is Stuck Doing Paperwork /L - Lupin Is In Jail (And We Don't Care) /J - Jigen Stepped Out For A Smoke /G - Goemon Is Off Training /F - Fujiko Made Off With The Loot

some of these're literally over a year old, lol. no idea why i haven't thrown this out to the Greater(ish) Lupin Community sooner. all of these are still open to suggestions of course-- i'd be lying if i said that wasn't the whole point of this

[obeiii-mee]

Could I request the brothers (and maybe Diavolo, if you're comfortable) reacting to a knightly/chivalrous m/c, please?

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I haven’t written Diavolo in a hot minute, I’m glad he’s being requested again. I’m guessing you mean an MC with the attributes of a knight? The same sort of mannerisms and traits and not an actual knight! MC? Lemme know if I did this ask wrong because I was low key confused lmao.

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The Brothers + Diavolo with a knightly/chivalrous MC:

Lucifer:

-He really didn’t like you upon first meeting

-He hated how he couldn’t intimidate you into not being a nuisance the way he could with most of his brothers

-But, to be honest, you had gained his respect rather early on

-I think, even though it may have annoyed him to no end, Lucifer was very fond of your bravery a lot of the times

-The way you would stand up for Mammon or that time you protected Beel and Luke from his outburst

-Courage is not a trait one would usually associate with humans, especially when more superior beings like demons are involved

-Your humility was also a characteristic of yours that he, surprisingly, was really fond of

-And your overall mercifulness was something to be congratulated as well

-I mean, him and his brothers put you through so much shit and for you to forgive and move on without an angry word at any of them kinda speaks on its own

-I think he understands, to an extent, the reason you’re so loyal to the people you care about too

-He has a certain devotion for Lord Diavolo and his brothers, more than he lets on

-To him, having someone like you around is something to be appreciated

-Because you are similar but also completely different and nothing like he deemed you to be at the beginning

-yo i think you remind him of himself back when he was angel tbh

-He’s sort of tired of saving your ass tho because you are very just, so you feel the need to help people all the time which leads to you getting involved in fights

-Bring him his 20th cup of coffee for the day please, it’s hard being a single father of 8 children (yes I’ve added Lord Diavolo he counts as one of the kids)

-He’s the definition of this incorrect quote I stumbled across a while back

- MC: “FIGHT ME RIGHT NOW!”

-Lucifer, from behind them “ Do not.”

Mammon:

-Ok so this random human comes to DevilDom and has the audacity to slap his hand away while he’s trying to steal from Diavolo’s castle????????

-“MC ya’re forgetting I’m a demon, my moral scale is wayyy different than yours-“

-“Put it back.”

-“......ok.”

-You’re coming at him with rightfulness and honor and your presence is gonna hit him like a truck

-Cuz he ain’t stealing anything when you’re around (lucifer uses this to his advantage ofc.)

-That was basically the only thing he disliked about you

-Other than that, after your first week in DevilDom, he thinks you’re a goddamn S A I N T

-Everytime you stand up for him when his brothers are being assholes-pls he melts into a puddle of goo from your perfection

-OOFFS AND ALL THOSE TIMES YOU GAVE HIM GIFTS BECAUSE GENEROSITY BBY

-Good thing he was wearing sunglasses, because holy fuck was he weeping under those Gucci shades

-He’s gonna give ya props for having the courage to stand up to him and his brothers

-Lucifer especially because big bro scary

-Think about it like this: literally every single one of them could have you seasoned and roasted for lunch, love

-And yet you still have the bravery to look them in the eye and tell them: “Ya’ll are dysfunctional as fuck and need family therapy.”

-Again, he doesn’t understand your morale, he’s the Avatar of Greed, if he sees something he likes or seems worthy of his presence, he takes it

-But with that look you’re giving him, he honestly feels so guilty he can’t help but put it back

-He also appreciates your patience with him when it comes to anything that involves him talking about his emotions and thought process

-Because at this point he is widely known as scum so-

-Ahhhh, in the end, he thinks you’re pretty badass for a human and would low key want to see you in an armour of sorts agajwhisebhwjwwhehgdhdh

-And he really likes it when you make the effort to open doors for him too but he’ll never have the nerve to admit it

Levi:

-Believe it or not, he warms up to you in less than a day...?

-It’s probably because he’s a navy commander and he’s used to having soldiers around and you sort of remind him of that

-Out of everyone, he reacts the least when he sees how you carry yourself because to him it’s second nature

-Even if he does tend to slouch most of the time

-Almost dropped to his knees and started worshiping you when you yelled at Mammon to give Levi his money back on your first day

-And then a friendship started to blossom (im not friendzoning y’all, relax)

-Levi has a tendency to just walk into your room with his laptop, point at the screen which is paused in the middle of an anime and go “Look, the protagonist is a knight. You’re also...really knightly. I like the protagonist. I, uh I like you too, I guess.”

-He loves how honest you are because he knows that no matter what you wouldn’t lie to him

-“MC, do you think I’m a yucky otaku?”

-“No.”

-“But-“

-“No.”

-“Oh ok.”

-But on the inside he’s like 🥰🥰💞💞💞💞

-I just think that a knightly MC would connect on an emotional level with Levi for a lot of reasons, idk

-He’s gonna be a sputtering mess when he realises how much effort you put into this relationship (platonic or romantic) and how loyal you are to it

-Like how you actually bother learning all of his stupid passwords because you are just as serious about them as he is

-He just crashed, give him a moment to reboot please

Satan:

-He takes a while to warm up to you because for some reason your overall demeanour reminded him of Lucifer lol

-He thought you might be just as stuck up as him

-It didn’t take him longer than a week or so to come to the sudden realisation that you are way more pleasant than his brother

-Like his daddy, you manage to earn his respect pretty quickly after that

-He just thought the way you handled everything that was thrown at you in DevilDom was very sophisticated but firm nonetheless, if that makes sense?

-Like, you weren’t itching to escalate fights or anything but your tone of voice could easily end a whole conversation if need be

-You were still a human of course, it would be real easy for some low rank demon to kidnap you or something

-But for some reason, your confidence seemed to intimidate a few of the weaker ones into leaving you alone

-Obviously, that didn’t mean you were completely safe or anything

-There were still others that could effortlessly overpower you

-Even so, Satan found it sort of reassuring that unlike some humans, you weren’t one to back down without a confrontation

-Don’t get me started on all those times you rebelled against Lucifer, because that’s what truly got him to get to know you better

-He found you pretty interesting and then that interest sort of evolved into actual fondness

-Another thing that caught his eye was that even though you have very strong feelings about justice and fairness, you are completely level headed most of the time

-And patience, while it’s something he can manage, is the one that he has been trying to control for centuries

-He learned a lot from you about behaviour, whether you intentionally taught it to him or not

-And if there is one thing Satan thinks highly of; it would be knowledge

-Therefore, from that point onward, your existence was so much more precious to him than your soul could ever be

Asmo:

-What can I say about our sweet Asmo?

-You could have the personality of a trashcan and he’d still love you

-You were so polite and honourable from the beginning to the point you managed to get the attention of the Avata of Lust himself????

-He thought you were pretty hot basically

-hoWEVER

-Your righteousness always sort of nagged him because he low-key believed Diavolo snuck in another angel into the program, I-

-And for some reason, your loyalty to everyone in general ticked him off immensely at the beginning

-Mainly because he recognised that’s one of the traits he lacks entirely and he came to the conclusion that he needs to revaluate himself on that one

-He is so desperate for your attention, he will tattle on his brothers just to get you to yell at them and then comfort him

-“MCCCCC, MAMMON STOLE MY NEWEST MAKE UP KIT AND IS ABOUT TO SELL IT ON AKUZON!”

-he is so petty istg

-Your nobility still catches him off guard every now and then

-Because you’ve been living with demons for so long and yet you’re still, theoretically speaking, pure?? get your head out of the gutter people

-He probably applauds you on the fact that you can even scare Lucifer on some occasions because imagine having a scarier death glare than the eldest prince of hell

-Asmo will personally buy you clothes that he thinks suit your “aesthetic” (wtf Asmo)

-Might’ve bought you a sword and then got shouted at by Lucifer because oops turns out it was cursed

-Again, supportive mom vibes

-“MC, do you know how stunning you look strutting around with that confidence of yours? Don’t get me started on your posTURE!”

-You pulled a chair for him once and he practically swooned lmao

Beel:

-He figures you’re really nice from the start

-Mostly because you kept running errands and opening doors for him even though he let it slip that he might lose control and eat you

-Like most brothers, he finds you comforting in a way

-Beel appreciates your honesty to him too because he can count on you to tell him when he’s doing something wrong

-And he sort of needs the validation that even though he blames himself for a lot of things that took place in the past, his brothers and you are more than ready to forgive him (even if they didn’t blame him to begin with)

-Rather than respect, Beel puts a lot of trust into you, which I would believe to be more intimate

-If it’s just the two of you hanging out, he has an easier time opening up about Lilith because he knows you would never judge him and respect his feelings enough to let him get it out of his system

-You always share your food with him and give him a bigger portion and he goes so soft-

-Like who allowed you to be this generous?

-Tbh, he thinks it’s sort of refreshing having someone like you around

-Beel has been surrounded by demons for millenniums now and he’s gotten used to their...uh ‘evilness’

-Ever since you got dropped off in DevilDom, you really stood out with your nobility and morals

-It was like a breath of fresh air in a way

-He may or may not believe you’re a good influence on his siblings-if you can even influence demons of all things

-I’m not saying he invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism, but he definitely invites you to work out with him and give him honest criticism

Belphie:

-“Out of all the humans they could’ve chosen, they picked the most annoying one, oH MY FUCKING GO-I MEAN DAD-“

-You go up to the attic that one night after tricking Lucifer into vibing to some classical TSL tunes

-He spotted you and was immediately irritated

-Like, he KNEW you were going to be a pain in the ass just by judging your posture and how you carried yourself (very knightly)

-At the start, he’s even hesitant to lie to you because he had a suspicion you wouldn’t buy his bs

-(Spoiler alert: you didn’t but you went with it either way)

-It takes a while for you to forgive him when he literally fucking kills you because that was rude af but you got over it in time

-AFTER of the whole ‘Sorry-for-choking-you-can-we-be-friends-now’ incident, you still get on his nerves a lot but at this point, he believes that’s his punishment for being a murderous dickhead

-You don’t really piss him off tho, you just confuse him a lot

-Why are you so polite? You keep pulling chairs and opening doors for him??? Why are you treating him like royalty?? Stop it, he doesn’t want to be like Lord Diavolo (he def likes it when you do that)

-Pls stop dragging the poor man to breakfast, he just wants to sleep in-

-He doesn’t understand how you’re always one time for everything

-My dude tries to wake up 20 minutes early to get somewhere in time and he is still 2 hours late

-sTOP TRYING TO FORCE YOUR IDEALS ONTO HIM, HE’S A LITTLE SHIT WHO ENJOYS WATCHING PEOPLE SUFFER

-All the same, you’re a very forgiving person so he’s just grateful you don’t hate him or anything

-And in the end, it doesn’t really matter how much your chivalry and righteousness and all of that pisses him off every now and then

-Because he can’t deny the fact that you brought him and his brothers the peace they needed

-And he so loves it when you and Lucifer go head to head mhmm

Diavolo:

-This big tittied man right here takes a liking to you immediately

-A couple of days in DevilDom and he’s already inviting you for tea at his castle

-You managed to befriend the prince of hell faster than the demons you live with, huh

-He’s lonely ok? He loves having people over and having cozy chitchats

-Not to mention he thinks you’re such pleasant company!

-Most demons would be afraid to even say anything in his presence but you always speak your mind while continuing to be respectful and he’s so happy, you don’t understand-

-Only demons in close relations to Diavolo like Babrbatos and Lucifer actually know how much it takes for someone to anger him

-He doesn’t take offence to much lol

-And he’s really content that you acknowledged that

-He sometimes visits you in his spare time just to talk and hang out since Lucifer is a big meanie who doesn’t want to indulge him and Barbatos is busy making him dinner >:(

-SPEAKING OF- if you and Barbatos don’t bond then i don’t know what to tell you

-I mean, you would both have so many things in common (strong sense of loyalty, honesty, just in a way etc.)

-You’re his favourite guest to have over at the palace, sorry Luci you’ve been replaced

-He genuinely finds you interesting as well so please tell him stories from the human realm!! He’s dying to learn more!

-Diavolo notices you demeanour sort of gives off warrior vibes so-

-He really considered making you into a knight bc it’s Diavolo-what he says; goes

-“I know they’re human but they’ll be fine. Look how tough they are! They managed to survive a year with you and your brothers didn’t they?”

-“My Lord, that doesn’t amount to anything, please don’t get our human killed-“

[junhuiste]

break the code (ex-wip)

pairing: soonyoung x fem!reader

wc: 1900

tags/warning: basketball!soonyoung, college au, slightly suggestive language, cursing

a/n: this was something i started way back in 2017 when i was 15 lol and i tried going back to it and finishing but i just can’t seem to continue it!! but i don’t want it to just sit in my drafts so i’m just going to post the unfinished wip! i might do this with a lot of wips i’ve had collecting dust over the years (and they’re like 99% svt lol); if i ever do find some stroke of inspo to finish it i might but for now enjoy the 1900 words i wrote when i was a sophomore

“But babe, you’ll sit on my side, right?” Soonyoung continued to pester you with countless little questions to which he knew the exact answers to.

You pursed your lips at your boyfriend; mild sorrow and guilt clouded your eyes. In return he pout your favorite pair of plush pillows to kiss, with dull bleakness and dismals fogging his irises. It was hard, really, to resist the pull of a magnet, who was trying every trick in the book to coerce you to sit on his school’s side of the bleachers for the upcoming basketball game on Friday.

Had it been that both of you were just your run-of-the-mill university couple, tachycardia would’ve caused you to blurt out “yes” instantaneously just by being gazed upon by Soonyoung, but alas, the big guy upstairs made it to be so that you technically couldn’t through the rulebook of the sibling code.

A flushed palm extended to your denim-covered thighs, with the utmost desire lacing his fingers.

“Pretty please? With a cherry on top?” His digits creeped towards your inner thigh, getting closer to the actual cherry he wanted on top.

“Soonyoung, no matter how well you do me, I’m still obligated to sit on my side of the bleachers.”

None of Soonyoung’s coercions could persuade you to decide about where to sit. You really would’ve preferred to sit on his side, but with your current situation, none of that was possible. It was a precarious oscillation between blood and water, and neither did you want to drown in with regret for embracing one over another.

“Fine. If you can’t cheer me on–which is a pitiful shame–let me take you out to eat after the game. And we can make out in my car or something so he won’t have to know.” Soonyoung’s gaze no longer held flashes of fervor, but rather a decadent gleam of sheer admiration.

“It’s a done deal, but you better promise me to dunk on him, or be prepared to get dunked on by him. As of right now, however, you owe me some kisses for making me wobble continuously back and forth between your side and his before I go,” you taunted, “come here you little rascal.”

Soonyoung gleamed at you piercingly, yielding you to lean forward against him as a shock of joy sparked up your back. His hand feathered along the back of your thigh, brushing it so longingly, with a tinge of impertinence here and there. You could feel the urgency radiating from him as he struggled to press you even closer to him, as there were no more gaps to be filled. He grasped your chin gingerly, before connecting his lips with yours, wanting to revel in dire coalescence he’d been awaiting upon your arrival.

Soonyoung is the warm bath you dip yourself into after constant exhaustion, the meager yet compelling and needed breeze as the sun beats down you, the red mark that’s actually relieving and boasts “A+” on a hard worked assignment, the last basket shot as the clock dashes away with the snickering seconds, and he is what has you torn on where your loyalty stands, but you can’t thank him enough for that strife.

You pulled away first because getting you two to separate would be a long ass haul, and maybe it was also getting late, just maybe. Your eyes glimpsed at the badgering hands that indicated 11:35 PM, and nothing but a sullen sigh managed to escape your lips.

It wasn’t fair, how time sashayed away, but there were no seconds left to spare to sulk about it, so you caressed the tranquility Soonyoung’s face possessed and left a lingering peck upon it. Knowing him, you’d expected him to grip your waist and pull you down with him into the waters of his joyous yet yearning ways but the coal haired boy enveloped you in an enticing embrace and with his lips hovering slightly above your ear, whispered, “Tell him to get ready.”

“I swear to God, I hate basketball,” your brother exhaled out in utter annoyance, to which you furrowed your brows at.

You always shifted in your seat restlessly, your heart palpitating at an ungodly speed of McQueen, eyes sought frantically to avoid meeting your brother’s, upon the dreaded word of “basketball” ringing in your ears. It wasn’t that you abhorred it, no, not at all; you absolutely appreciated the art of dunking and the pleasing note of swish through the hoop, but just not the people you knew personally who partook in it.

There’s always a Montague and Capulet narrative happening somewhere in the universe, always, and it just so happened that you were struck with the curse by some godforsaken entity of destiny of landing a role in your life as the fresh faced, ever so naive, youngest member of the Capulets–Juliet. And you dreaded the direction your supposed fairytale was headed the first time your boyfriend asked you to watch his basketball game, which oddly enough, was the same one your brother requested you to “bring all your hot friends” to.

As strange as it sounded, it wasn’t your brother’s undeniable libido for your friends that irked you and made you hesitate going to a basketball game, to which you’ve never thought twice about before, but it was the statement of, “God I am going to crush number 10’s ass.”

Number 10. Number fucking 10. Of course, it had to be the player that sweat through blue polyester and nylon, donning number 10 in white on the front and back. It could have been player number 13 or 17, for God’s sake it could have even been a negative number sported on the jersey, yet it all had to align in the cosmos to be player number 10.

You didn’t certainly deem ESP to be something legitimate, but on that day you swore to god your mind fucked you royally in the ass and placed you in Soonyoung’s dorm room the night before. It was nothing out of the ordinary, really, nothing but the sight of a teenage boy’s niche, because a lot of basketball players had to have chosen the number 10 for their jersey, right?

The environment malfunctioned instantaneously with the repetition of “I am going to crush number 10’s ass” circling about a short circuit in your mind. From that moment onward, the sight of the jersey was unquestionably more radiant that it could have ever been, with the blinding, white number ten atop Soonyoung’s chair cackling obstreperously at your oh shit moment. Tuning in to your brother slander your university’s rival, Soonyoung’s school, was always such a joy (not) to participate in.

Every “basketball” here and there snagged you by the ear and dragged you to hell and back with it, provoking the cracks of your palm to drench in sweat and legs to quiver more than you had felt around Soonyoung before dating him.

“Yeah I mean it’s not like you’ve worked your entire ass off the past 4 years or so to even set foot on the college court you've been dreaming of since you were 13!” Diverting your brother’s mental debate on his love of the sport, it was a necessity to pluck something else from thin air to talk about, and not your school’s rival when they had games against each other, which was seemingly a bloodbath in their perspective.

Trying to escape your brother’s trash talk of Soonyoung’s team was walking through an eternal, pitch black, underground tunnel, no goddamn escape.

“They only got us last time because of number 10’s foolery. Jesus Christ, the kid better slow down or he’s wasting stamina. Can’t believe he holds the title of captain, like me. I motherfucking swear to God if I have to listen to his loud ass winning chant–” yadah yadah, number 10 this, number 10 that.

You would have dozed off to your brother’s lovely lullaby of scorn towards your boyfriend had it not been for a text…from your boyfriend.

[spoonyoung]

hii hiiiii heyyyy hello bby Hhhii babe i miss youuuuu hi!

[y/n]

i can tell u’re tired :( don’t be

[spoonyoung]

he's going to crush me dang flabbit

y/n

so ur nervous ??? bby it’s just a game istg,,both of you treat it like warfare

[incoming call: spoonyoung]

Shit, what the hell? This bitch, right now? In this economy, at this time?

Inside your chest was a drumline pounding, giving it their all, threatening to burst out and announce to your brother that “Hey, your rival is dating your sister! They’re probably going to fuck later but you don’t know about any of it!”

You would plummet into poignancy if you didn’t pick up his call, because there was no chance you could see him everyday, so honestly fuck that you guys attended different schools, and resorting to calling each other did bring both of you to ease, but not at this goddamn, forsaken time, with one you love phoning you with 17,000 vibrations per second, and the other idiot you were practically forced to love, perched next to you, indignantly gripping the wheel with such force you couldn’t decide which one generated more turbulence within you.

Tensely clutching what was now a scorching piece of metal, you held it up conscientiously to your ear, and forced yourself to breathe out calmly and collectively. Every single mention, tidbit and strand, bob and fragment of Soonyoung that was mentioned around you when you were with your brother grabbed your trachea in its firm hold and forced the wind out of you.

“Hey, Hoshi,” you managed to choke out in a level headed manner.

Hoshi. That was what you and Soonyoung agreed to nickname him if you ever picked up a call from him around your brother or his teammates, but god forbid you were actually allowed to have a life of any sort!

“Babe,” Soonyoung mewled out from the other line, “I actually can’t do this. Don’t tell him, but your brother is really good...of course he is.”

Frowning because of Soonyoung’s lack of usual mirth and brimming confidence, you sighed, “If you let it get to you, then your thoughts affect your actions, and you don’t want that to happen right? You’ll be fine...and I’m not just saying this to say something, but you’re really good too, and you can’t let one person bring your entire mood down...even if...you know…”

“Will you at least come with me to my dorm after the game?”

“Oh you know I’ll be doing more than that,” giggling into your phone, trying to sound as enticing as possible, completely engrossed in this very conversation, as it was all the time talking with Soonyoung.

Both of you had a habit of drastically turning your talks from upside downs to those of obvious elation. They were conversations sometimes needed to be kept in the comforting privacy, selfishly not wanting to let anyone else in on the baby i missed you’s and the do you need anything from the boba shop’s and literally you don’t have the right to look this good’s.

Startled by the grunting and hacking oh so wonderfully expired by the total jackass to your left, you contended to the third degree, with the patience that was never really there starting to thin out, “Do you need something?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Soonyoung to call coincidentally at the times you were with—more like right next to—his rival, probably because his

[seoulscenarios]

Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo?

Genre: light angsty fluff, high school au, female reader insert

Member(s): Stray Kids’ Minho (ft. Jisung and the lads)

Word count: 2991

Warnings: light swearing, light pda at the end

Summary: you and Minho had been best friends since you could walk but it seems only you had developed a crush on him. Will a late class and a small two man production of Romeo and Juliet change his mind or does he really not like you? Featuring the rest of the crackheads with their leader, Han Jisung, love is in the air at school and a certain someone is just oblivious to it.

Authors note: based off the following request “All time fav cliché best friends to lovers with Minho (stray kids) angsty fluff where reader (preferably female) thinks her love is one sided, but turns out it’s not. Good ending”. I hope this is something to what you wanted and sorry it’s not heavy on the angst pls enjoy !!

-You and Minho had een best friends for years and you always had the tiniest crush on Minho but it escalated a lot over the summer as Minho glowed UP

-Wow u are whipped

-However whipped as you are for him he never seemed to reciprocate it

-Ever

-You even went out with on valentine’s day 3 (three?!) years in a row but his thick skull didn’t acknowledge it and just thought it was another friends doing friends things

-So, you moved on

-I mean he’s your best friend you can’t let your crush get in the way of things

-You were there for him whenever he argued with his parents or friends, he was stressed about school or failed a test and uwu

-You’re just the bestest of friends and everyone is jealous (tho most think you are dating)

-So,,,,,

-You guys always hang out in school together bc you’re in the same friendship group

-And youre in most of the same classes, so you normally walk together

-WELL

-Minho managed to make the BOTH of you late to ur first class bc his dumb ass slept through his alarm and u had to basically drag him out of bed lmao

-So u rock up late for class

-Ur teacher is NOT impressed

-So as a punishment they give u a script of a play and told to learn it by next week

-U groan when u see the title of the play

-Romeo and Juliet

- Oh no

-This won’t end well

-You glance at Minho to see if he has any reaction bc,,,,, hello ur dying on the inside and probably the outside and you can hear Jisung and felix trying to hold in their laughs at u

-(you make a mental note to beat their asses later)

-And Minho

-Is very unfazed as he flicks through the script

-Ur kinda disappointed

-I mean it’s not fair how you’re a literal MESS trying not to let the floor swallow u up in embarrassment tbh

-So,, the two of you practice outside of class at ur guys’ house and you can’t help but notice how utterly unfazed he was by this whole ordeal

-Ur both literally reciting the most well-known love story on this planet and yet,,,,, nothing

-Not an ounce of feeling that he likes you

-I mean,,, he’s not a bad actor and his romeo makes u SWOON but honestly you swoon for irl Minho not just romeo Minho

-As you stutter over some of the lovey-dovey lines u hear Minho laugh a little and tells u to redo it

-his little shit

-After a week of practice, you guys are ready to perform this goddamn piece

-I may add that ur teacher only gave you the condensed version and not the whole play

-It just so happens that the condensed version only focuses on romeo and juliet’s love

-Bc English teachers amirite?

-So the two of you turn up to class ON TIME this week, not wanting to get ur ass beat again

-And ur just the tiniest bit nervous bc !!!! hello !!!! ur performing with ur crush !!!!

-U glance over at ur seatmate Jisung who gives u a big thumbs up

-BREATHE Y/N

-Everything is going well, u don’t stutter and Minho is just the perfect romeo

-Until the final scene I may add

-As you lay “dying” as Juliet, Minho runs onto the scene and spots u laying down

-He walks up to u and goes to kneel

-BUT

-Before you both knew it, he stumbled

-And fell

-Right

-On

-Top

-Of

-You

-Lips centimetres apart from each other

-OWO what’s this

-U swear the whole class are holding their breaths and can hear ur damn heartbeat

-U stare at Minho in shock for what must have been a minute

-Neither one of you tearing ur eyes apart from the other

-It wasn’t until you hear ur teacher cough slightly that the two of you snap out of it and Minho pulls away

-He finishes the scene off with no problem and honestly,,,, u don’t even register it’s over until Minho offers his hand to help you stand up

-You grab it, flushing a hella lot bc,,,,, u nearly kissed ur crush in front of ur whole class RIP

-Ur teacher was impressed with u guys and let you off the next assignment ur class had (if only u were aware of this then u would hear the whole class esp Jisung groan)

-As u go back to ur seat,,, ur eyes drift back to Minho and ur thoughts go back to that last scene and his lips……

-“yah Y/N ! u and minho were so close I swear you were gonna kiss you shoulda seen ur face!!!!! I thought for real that Minho was just gonna plant one on you !”

-Smh Jisung

-Poor baby,,, u just sit in shock trying to concentrate

-Hint: it doesn’t work

-Ur plagued with thoughts of Minho for the rest of the day,,,,, I mean you already were but now it’s like sensory overload but with Minho

-But u know he doesn’t like you

-Lmao why would he

-He surely would’ve spoken to you about by now esp after that near kiss in class

-But this dumbass is still oblivious

-School ends and ur trying to forget about the near kiss

-But in this, you forget that Minho has a habit of walking you home

-So there he is

-Leaning on your locker waiting for you to turn up

-YOU SWOON BC NO ONE SHOULD LOOK THAT HOT IN SCHOOL UNIFORM FOR PETE’S SAKE

-His blazer was off, shirt sleeves rolled up, blonde hair tousled and wavy (ladies, imagine Minho like this I’m crying)

-U feel ur heart literally stutter

-I swear that’s a medical condition Y/N

-“Let’s stop by the convenience store, my treat” he smiles down at you as he moves out the way so u can get to ur locker

-Dude,,,,, u need to stop before I melt into the floor

-“Uhhhh I can’t I have,,,,,, a study session at the library gotta work on some literature stuff u know ahaha”

-Minho frowns but doesn’t react massively

-Secretly he thinks its hella cute that ur tryna avoid him but that’s for another time

-“Okay, don’t study too hard and I’ll treat you another time. Text me when you get home”

-UWU

-Anyone who overhears this would be like wow 10/10 relationship goals tbh

-U however, a self-proclaimed dumbass, don’t dwell on it too much

-You guys tend to grab food after school together

-ANYWAYS

-Minho pulls you in for a hug before leaving

-Oof ur heart is stuttering again

-How you made it to the library for ur study session is a wonder tbh

-25 minutes later finds you groaning into ur books cursing minho’s name

-That’s when u realise 2 things, 1) that wow ur a FOOL bc there is no literature homework bc of ur work from earlier and 2) Minho is very bad for your health and u gotta avoid him for ur own sake

-U walk into school with this resolve

-It doesn’t work

-Minho is in practically every single one of ur classes

-So u practically have to run from each class to avoid him

-Which leaves Minho very confused

-He doesn’t walk with anyone else from class or treat them like he does to you

-Which makes Jisung very jealous,,, bc why can’t Minho treat him like this

-Little did you know Minho has a PHAT crush on you and Jisung is PLAGUED by the both of u gushing about the other

-Jisung is MEDITATING

-So when you start avoiding him even more Minho is extremely put out bc what does he do now who does he spend time with now

-(jeongin: we’re still here hyung!!!)

-Being the good friend he is, he gives u space but is still v sad about it

-And honestly, ur sad too bc as much as you love spending time with Jisung,,,,,, he’s no Minho lmao

-One night after school Minho is kicking round the football field with the others and that’s when he realises

-He’d much rather spend his time with you

-It’s not that he doesn’t love his friends, he just happens to love you even more

-But how can he reach out to you when ur avoiding him still

-Jisung notices how glazed over Minho’s eyes and knows

-*cracks knuckles* it’s time

-Jisung sends Minho home telling him to grow some chest hair n text u lmao

-Minho does go home but does not text you bc he’s just a nervous boy

-Jisung to the lads: “now he’s gone, we gotta make a plan for the two lovebirds they’re so BLIND I’m sick of it I might just confess to Minho myself”

-Chan: “……….”

-Jisung: “that was a joke old man, let’s focus pls ladies”

-So the plan

-Was it an elaborate one?

-Definitely not

-Lmao have u seen these kids they’re a bunch of crackheads

-Baso,,,, they’re just following the classic let’s text them separately to meet up as a front but SIKE it’s just the two of you alone

-Fool proof right?

-Somehow it is???

-Shocking??

-The two of you don’t expect anything is going on

-So it’s the weekend when the plan is put into action

-It’s been 17 days since you last spoke to Minho not that you had been counting haahaha okay yesyouhaveitsnotlikeyoumisshimoranything

-You wake up to a text from Jisung saying that him, felix, hyunjin, and changbin were going for ice cream and whether you wanted to go

-Which duh??? Ice cream???

-U needed it so you dragged yourself out of bed to get ready

-Little did you know that Minho too had received a text from Woojin saying that him and the others (a.k.a the family,,,,, Woojin, chan, seungmin and jeongin) were going for ice cream

-And Minho wasn’t passing up the chance esp when there was a high probability that chan would pay lmao

-*in the master gc of getting Minho and Y/N together*

-Jisung: excellent

-So 1pm rolls by and ur there at the ice cream parlour waiting for the others to rock up

-U go to order bc honestly boys take so long to get ready istg

-As you give ur order a voice behind goes “and a matcha ice cream as well please”

-U FREEZE

-Why of all the ppl to turn up

-It’s the one ur trying to avoid

-U turn to face him

-“Minho?”

-“Y/N?”

-Felix, somewhere: beYONCE?

-Ur in shock bc 1) why is here? 2) who allowed him to look so good in white ripped jeans ur DYING HERE 3) where is everyone else?

-That’s when u realise

-Jisung is a snake and ur friendship is over

-Y/N is taking applications for a new friend who isn’t called Han Jisung thank you

-Ur heart is stuttering bc Minho looks so boyfriend ur not okay

-Safe to say those 17 days did NOTHING in swaying your crush on him

-“Is that all?” oh yikes yeah this isn’t a drama scene Y/N where ur crush confesses to u, someone has to pay at this point and the queue behind the two of u is getting impatient lmao

-You whip around blushing “uh yeah that’s everything” u reply stuttering and trying to whip out ur card

-Before you can, Minho’s arm stretches out in front of u and taps the machine in front of you

-Istg u feel butterflies in ur stomach at Minho being in such close contact with u

-U can feel the heat radiating on ur back

-You get ur ice cream and u go to leave the shop but Minho grabs your arm

-U turn to him questioningly to be met with slightly hurt eyes

-Did I do that to him?

-Yes u fool

-“Sit with me. Please?”

-How can you refuse that

-……………

-It’s so awkward

-“Are you okay? Why are you avoiding me? Did something happen? Just let me know if you’re okay?”

-Owo my heart

-“uh,, no nothing’s happening….. I’m just busy u know??? Hahaaha school is really kicking my ass”

-Minho just nods and takes a spoonful of ice cream so u do the same

-“Just let me know if I can help you in anyway, I’m always here for you. Don’t suffer alone, I hate seeing you so down?”

-………….

-…………

-Honestly,,,,, u just about melt at this

-Putting ur spoon down and u look at him

-Now or never, Y/N

-“Okay…. I’ll let you know what’s the real problem. It’s you, mr lee Minho.”

-Minho is SHOCKED why is he the problem

-“uhhhhhh”

-“Please let me finish or else I’ll never have the courage to do this again. You have no right to be stealing my heart yet again by nearly kissing me in the middle of class. Do you know how embarrassing that was, I really just wanted to kiss you and I would’ve combusted if you did but you didn’t which made it worse. Why didn’t you kiss me? I’ve literally been sending you signals for nearly two years, and that’s saying something because I saw you in your awkward teen phase and still liked you, and you haven’t even responded. So I avoided you because my heart keeps stuttering whenever I’m near you I’m surprised you can’t hear it. I mean you’re so hot I just wanna kiss you, especially since that day all I can think about is your lips as you were SO close to me this is the worst time to confess but I really like you Lee Minho.”

-And breathe Y/N

-And Minho is no better

-How dare his crush confess before he can smh

-He sits in shocked silence trying to process this information

-You, however, are dying

-That’s it, he’s not replying he doesn’t like you Y/N LEAVE

-So u try to

-But as you stand up so does Minho

-And his hand shoots out to grab your shirt and he just plants one on you ????? in the middle of a damn ice cream parlour?????

-UWU

-Ur in shock

-The man of your dreams,,,,, kissing you ???? more likely than you think ??? so u kiss him back ??? ofc u do how could you not

-It tastes of matcha and strawberry ice cream and something,,, so inherently Minho u just wanna keep kissing him tbh

-Y’all break apart and honestly,, you sit back down in shock

-“That…. Was some confession Y/N”

-“Shut up!”

-“Hey, it’s okay babe. I like you too. Sorry my confession isn’t as grand as yours but,,,, I like you and always have done”

-….

-Oh

-“So please, Y/N, be my girlfriend” his hand stretches across the table nervously

-You smile as u see his hand creep across the table and you reach for him, intertwining your fingers

-He smiles back even bigger and pulls you out of the shop

-You guys had a lot of time to make up for ajbfaiubsag

-So,,, Monday rocks around and you walk to school with Minho this time, rather than mooching in with headphones in

-You guys walk to your normal spot before school starts and Minho is telling you some story about Felix, Changbin and Hyunjin when u hear a scream and lots of wolf whistles

-Spoiler: it’s Jisung and the lads

-“YOU OWE ME MONEY I TOLD YOU THIS PLAN WOULD WORK THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS! I AM THE DOCTOR OF LOVE, HAN JISUNG”

-You laugh as you take a seat next to him as chan grumbles about his wallet being drained AGAIN by his kids’ appetites

-As the hollering quietened down Jisung taps ur shoulder

-“Sooo, you guys are official now? After years of pining ???”

-Rather than deigning Jisung with a worded response a wicked plan forms in ur head

-You tapped Minho’s shoulder to divert his attention from Seungmin

-As he faced you, you grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss

-He was a little shocked at how brazen you were bc hello this is school and these are ur friends but honestly,,, he freaking LOVED it

-He smiled into the kiss and one hand rested on your waist as the other rested on your jaw pulling you deeper into the kiss

-“there ARE CHILDREN HERE OH MY GOD” u heard chan yell distantly

-You couldn’t help but break apart from Minho, laughing as you catch chan covering jeongin’s eyes in distress

-You turned back to Jisung

-“Does that answer your question?”

[lauramarlingnatural]

the 23 question game

tagged by the always lovely @onceuponamirror xx

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 11 people to do it!

1. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live?

probably Ireland but i’m pretty content with where I live, but I want to move somewhere more rural in my country

2. Do you wear any jewelry? If yes, what?

not really. sometimes i wear a crescent moon necklace one of my best friends got me though

3. How do you spell this word: Colour or color?

colour. because im not American

4. What is one stereotype about where you live (country)?

a TRUE stereotype is that we know everyone. like we may not personally KNOW everyone, but i bet you there will be at most like, three degrees of separation between most nzers especially if you’ve lived here all your life

5. Do you sleep with your closet door closed or open?

closed! i actually can’t sleep if the door is open and often even have to actually lock it otherwise my Anxiety won’t let me sleep

6. What laptop/computer/phone do you use for tumblr?

my laptop and phone.. my laptop is toshiba and my phone is an iphone 6?? is that what was meant by this question??

7. What makes you bored?  

seeing the exact same goddamned arguments on my dash, over and over and over,

8. What is your favorite four legged creature and why?

cats. they have the floof and the pizzazz and they all have different personalities and when a cat Accepts You it is. the greatest feeling.

9. If you could live in one fictional universe, what would that universe be?

hp post-second wizarding war but i would be Heavily involved in political activism because uhh no that’s not my idea of a happy ending

10. Sweet or spicy?

neither. SALTY. i’m a Salt Dad (tm). *pours salt directly in my mouth* this is fine, dude

11. What do you order from McDonalds?

cheeseburger and chicken nuggets w sweet and sour sauce. just never their milkshakes their milkshakes are fucking CURSED they taste like sweetened dirt it’s fucking DESPICABLE 

12. Favorite type of milkshake?

snickers bar flavour with bourbon or rum!!! boozy milkshakes are my Life

13. Curly fries or regular fries?

curly i like the way the potato curl

14. What was the weirdest text you have ever sent to someone?

there are. too many. ill try to find a recent example...

“Do we have an economic explanation for why hells pizza continues to ruin garlic bread?”

that’s not THAT weird but the weirdest from the last two weeks, lol

15. What was your laziest moment?

me and one of my best friends were living together when we were 15 and her mum was out of town so we were getting wasted everyday and anyway we were so high we kept forgetting to go grocery shopping and we were 15 so we had like fuck all money (esp bc we spent it all on booze and drugs) so uhh. we just ate uncooked spaghetti. like we crunched on it. as if it were a snack

16. Do you like rollercoasters?

yeah i guess but i think there is only like one rollercoaster in nz and its the only one ive ever been on and it was Okay but uhh idk if that’s enough experience with them to know if i like them lol

17. Last time you threw up?

i had the flu last year, i dont tend to throw up because of alcohol or anything though (even if i desperately need to, its v annoying,)

18. Have you ever been catcalled? At what age?

"have i ever” try p much every time ive been in public for most of my fucking life. and idk what age, but i hit puberty real young so im gonna say probably about 9 or 10?? that’s when i started noticing and recognizing sexual advances toward me for what they were, at least. 

19. What was the best pasta you have ever eaten?

one of my best friends makes this AMAZING chicken pesto spaghetti and we got incredibly baked and she made a massive pot of it and istg it was one of the happiest moments of my Life lmao

20. If you could make all pancakes into one shape, what shape would you choose?

i do not care about the shape.. i am eating them.. not looking at them... but uhh maybe the shape of VERY FUCKING MASSIVE because i like pancakes a whole lot

21. If you were an animal, what animal would you be?

probably a cat but one of those cats that’s a good therapy cat and is hypoallergenic. kind and loyal and gentle but also kind of solitary and v Sleepy all the time

alternatively an animal that is fiercely protective bc yeah same

22. Are these questions weird?

not really

23. What is the weirdest question in this tag?

#19, so much pasta in my life how was i meant to choose,

okay i tag -- @reddieeddiespaghetti @utterlyinsane1995 @burberrycanary @steve-harringtwin @trashrichie @ohkingsteve @meerareeed @heartunsettledsoul @acitrusmoon @maltedchocolatemilkshakes @beaniecrownjones apologies if you’ve been tagged and as usual if you don’t wanna do this feel free to ignore! <3

[poorbasil]

yo i've thought about buckley/vidal so much tbh like it'd be so rough and kinda nasty like a metaphor for the 1968 election

Duuude you don’t even know. Let me tell you- so I was eating some ice cream, procrastionating writing my Britain and WWI paper so I decided to watch a political documentary because that’s my favorite form of procrastination. I’ve seen the Buckley/Vidal docu on Netflix recommended to me a lot so I decided to give it a try and HOT DAMN I was not expecting to get as invested as I am. When finals week is over I am def going to rewatch it. Like, holy hell, that one debate, you know the one, their exchanges had me hollering istg. And especially the part were Vidal started claiming that he got ambigous sexual vibes from Buckley LORD. You can’t make this stuff up. I’m surprised those two don’t have a fanbase on this here darn website because they are literally the definition of paritsan drama at its finest. 

Just imagine, a post debate encounter where Buckley makes good on his imfamous words to sock Vidal in the mouth. And Vidal stumbles backwards, blood dripping from his broken nose and down inbetween his fingers. A drop of red slashing on the gaudy 60s carpet but neither men found that they particularly cared about solied property at the moment. 

The hatred in Buckley’s eyes was near palpable and Vidal took in a sharp breath that sounded more akin to a choking noise do to his ruptured blood vessels. He felt pinned down by Buckley’s stare, unable to do as much as shuffle his feet awkwardly let alone attempt to flee the scene of attack. His eyes shifted momentarily to Buckley’s clentched fist and the thought flashed before his mind, wondering if another blow was emminent. He forced his eyes to remain open, his body readying itself for another punch. But it never came. He saw out of the coner of his eyes, Buckley’s fist slowly uncletch, and he noticed for the first time that his rival’s knucles were stained red. 

That’s my blood, he thought in somewhat of a daze, watching as Buckley examined his own hand. His eyes seemed to be glazed over, as if was seeing the red tinge coating his inflamed skin but also not processing the reality of it at the same time. The corridor was empty. None of the frantic and frazzled energy that dominanted the live studio room was present. Vidal’s ragged breaths filled the room, the noise sounding increadibly loud in their owner’s ears. 

Buckley himself was in a daze and was overcome with the feeling that this moment could not possibly be reality. The words had been enough. It had been entirely uncalled for, unprecedented even in a live broadcasted debate. He had just been so overwhelmed with emotion in the heat of the moment and the words tumbled out from his unchecked lips before he could regulate himself. The words had been enough. But his actions were unforgivable! He was utterly furious. At himself. At Vidal. At ABC. Hell, he was even furious at the goddamn convention itself. His eyes drifted to the man standing before him. His political rival and best enemy. A trickle of blood was running down the side of Vidals hand as it shook, attempting to stifle the stream of viscous liquid pouring out of his nose. A beat paused before Buckley’s mind was made.

He grabbed Vidal by the arm, the very same arm the man was using in a feeble effort to shield his broken nose. Despite his brain virtually screaming at his not to, Vidal followed Buckley’s lead without hestitation, allowing himself to be dragged into one of the empty studio rooms down the cooridor. Not a moment after the door fell shut behind them, Vidal found himself being physically pushed into a chair, his body falling onto the unsteady plastic object with an extreme lack of grace. He tried to utter a curse but the words got lost underneath the pressure from his palm over his face and came out more like an incomprehensible mumble. 

“Shut it,” he heard Buckley say, his voice stern and aristocratic as always. But Vidal knew that voice better than most, and he could deteact a tremor in the pitch, a slight imperfection in Buckley’s tone that indicated uncertainty. He cataloguedthe information away, now was definiety not the time. He watched as Buckley rummaged through the meakly decorated studio room, tossing aside half empty bottles hair gel product and face make up. He pulled out a towel and turned, slowly approching Vidal. Buckley reached out, his hand stopping in mid-air for a moment before he seemed to settled himself and fully extended his arm. Vidal could not supress a shutter as Buckley’s finger closed around his wrist and worked to gentley separate his hand from its cupped position around his still bleeding nose. 

“Please,” Buckley croaked out and Vidal let his arm drop. There was something in his voice that Vidal swore he had never heard before, remorse perhaps? No, it couldn’t be. He shook his head at the thought and immediatly regretted the movement as his nose flarred up in pain. 

“Don’t move,” Buckley commanded, and his other hand came up to rest upon Vidal’s knee in a firm grip. The hand holding the towel moved to Vidal’s face and he began to wipe up the blood. The friction of the rough towel scrubbing the drying blood burned but Vidal made no signs of protest. When he was done, Buckley reached for Vidal’s hand, the one he had been using to cup his nose and gently wiped his fingers clean, slowly taking his time to run the rag over each digit in repeative motions. 

Vidal watched, his eyes fixed on the movements. Perhaps it was an over-stimulation of his senses. He had just finished debating this most detestable man and received a sock in the face for his efforts, and yet, he couldn’t supress the feeling of warmth coursing through his body as Buckley took his time to wipe each of his fingers clean. 

He was still staring at the place where Buckley’s hand had been when he heard the other man speak. “You’re going to have get that set properly.”

“What?” Vidal said, his mind in a stupor. 

“Your nose, you’re going to have to get it set by a professional. I don’t want to risk it myself.” 

“I- oh, yes. Of course.” 

Buckley nodded, his intense gaze fixed on Vidal, the rag dangling from his hand as he made to stand. Vidal rose as well and they simply stood there, watching each other. 

“I- I didn’t- I don’t-” Buckley began, but for once, the words wouldn’t come out. But they didn’t have to, Vidal recongized what the other man was attempting to say and could scarcely believe it. 

Buckley folded the rag and tucked it into his pocket, making to leave the room. 

“Wait!” Vidal called out before he could stop himself. 

Buckley paused for a moment, and then turned around, facing his rival again. 

“I- I’m not going to tell anybody,” Vidal said, Buckley’s wide-eyed look of shock not even coming close to the surprise he felt at his own words, but he couldn’t stop now. 

“I’m not going to tell anybody,” he repeated, his feet edging closer and closer until he was barley a foot away from Buckley.

“I won’t tell anybody, as long as you don’t tell anybody about this.”

“Wha-” Buckley began, but before he could finish speaking he felt the soft press of lips against his and his eyes fell shut on their own acord. 

Vidal ignored the pain in his nose as he pressed his face harder against Buckley’s, effectively deepening the kiss. He ignored the sirens blazing in his brain telling him to stop, that this could ruin him for life. He tried to ignore it all, but he couldn’t ignore the way Buckley’s slightly chapped lips felt against his own, the way his body was pressing into his own, chest to chest. Or the way Buckley’s strong hands had wrapped around him, one clutching his waist and the other tickling the back of his neck. He shouldn’t have done this. That must was clear. He had the upper hand and he threw it all away, for what, a single kiss with his sworn political enemy. And yet, he ignored that too as Buckley’s fingers tugged on his hair and his teeth grazed his bottom lip. 

He shouldn’t have done this, and yet, what either men realized, was this was not going to be the last time those thoughts crossed either of their minds.