#just getting together instead. i am insane btw.

[fqlling4it]

teenager in love | lando norris x popstar! reader

yourusername

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yourusername me and the boyfie

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user36 hello????

↳ yourusername hey girl 😁

user31 since when ????

↳ user19 nah that’s what i’m saying because she dropped a breakup song and dipped and comes back with a boyfriend ????

lilymhe why am i just finding out about this ???

↳ yourusername sorry babes, i’ll text you! 💗

user81 mother leaves for a year and a half and comes back with a boyfriend ???

user4 who cares? let me be your boyfie instead

↳ user373 get UP bro

sabrinacarpenter pretty pretty girl

↳ yourusername ahhh love you 💗

landonorris

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landonorris aug 24. sun and things ☀️

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user63 woah woah woah

↳ user84 he really though he could just sneak in that second photo and we wouldn’t notice

maxfewtrell great girl you’ve got mate

↳ landonorris she says it was nice to meet you

oscarpiastri seems like you’ve had a great summer

↳ landonorris wonderful break with some time away from you 😂

user71 thirst trapping like it’ll make us ignore that second pic

user4 he has a girlfriend????

alex_albon finally! no more fifth wheeling george and i (lily says hi)

↳ landonorris years in the making! (she says hi back!)

yourusername added to their story!

[story 1: ootd 💗]

[story 2: picnic turned into lego building!]

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landonorris you didn’t post my finished product ☹️

↳ yourusername it would’ve ruined the softlaunch i fear 💔

landonorris just hardlaunch, problem solved 😁

↳ yourusername after the song releases

landonorris song???

carmenmmundt you two are so cute, it was great having a double date the other day! 💗

↳ yourusername no third wheeling you and george anymore ☺️

carmenmmundt my baby’s all grown up now ☹️💔

user73 is that a mclaren lego set girlie? 🤔

user4 nooooooooooo please just one chance i beg 🙏

lilymhe this is still insane to me

↳ yourusername you literally knew i had a crush on him 😞

lilymhe i thought it was a joke, i would’ve done some matchmaking baby

↳ yourusername god bless your boyfriend (🤮) for getting us together ☺️

sabrinacarpenter girl get your ass in the studio and leave the man

↳ yourusername what if i tell you i wrote a song about him ☺️

sabrinacarpenter hmmm cute, send it my way baby 🥰

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yourusername teenager in love out at midnight! (no official photoshoot this time, enjoy the photos my man took 😁)

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lilymhe hello????

↳ yourusername hi lily!!! 😁

user821 mother may have a boyfriend but at least we get a new song

landonorris so excited to hear it!!

↳ yourusername hope you like it 💗

user832 mother just one lyric please please 🙏

↳ yourusername and you make me feel like i’ll be forever young 😁

user4 gonna pretend this songs about me instead of her man ☺️

↳ user81 bro get UP

landonorris

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landonorris girlfie’s new song is out, enjoy! (yes, it’s about me 😁) yourusername

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yourusername my boyfie 💗

↳ landonorris my girlfie 💗

sabrinacarpenter that’s my girlfie btw

↳ yourusername love love love you pretty girl 😘

user4 him of all people ???? him????

↳ yourusername pls refrain from being mean to my boyfie, he’s cute and i love him 😁💗

alex_albon next double date when ?

↳ georgerussell63 make that a triple date

↳ landonorris soon soon, asking the girlfie now!

user832 ok they’re kinda cute though

↳ user93 no fr, the way he made a whole post about her new song ???

user81 mama y papa

oscarpiastri no more moping around the garage that she can’t be there 🙏

↳ landonorris i do NOT mope, false allegations

user12 ok but have yall even listened to the lyrics ????

↳ user89 like they’re so cute together ☹️

lilymhe hard launched finally?

↳ landonorris indeed! made me wait until she released MY song 😁

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[story 1: passenger princess life 🙌🙌]

[story 2: little dinner celebration 💗]

[janitorhutcherson]

i'm totally NOT touch starved so IM TOTALLY NOT asking for peeta mellark and touch starved reader... totally NOT. (i love your writing sm ☺️)

i am FINALLY giving the people what they want!! i know this isn't a whole fic/imagine but instead headcanons, BUT! it is finally peeta. i promise there will be more peeta content in the future. im working my way through the movies again and im about to reread the books, i want to be accurate about his portrayal so y'all feel like its more realistic, but here is a lil taste of what is to come! i rly hope you enjoy <3 btw!! this takes place after EVERYTHING in the books. ur basically katiness.

• Peeta is a huge softy, he's cuddly, loving, affectionate, and definitely touch starved himself. He's the type of guy to mostly have his own contact with you in some way. Sometimes he will grip onto your arm, he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist, or even just grip onto your shirt. When you're sitting on the couch, he opts to sit hip to hip even when the entirety of the couch is empty. When you're not cuddling in bed, you're facing opposite sides, sleeping butt-to-butt. Even with that being said, sometimes Peeta needed some space, his own bubble. You, however, did not love that.

• This is exactly why it was somewhat difficult for Peeta to understand touchstarved!reader. Regardless of how close you were, you needed more. Anytime you're walking in the district, rather it's to pick up some ingredients for the bakery or simply a leisurely walk, if he opted not to hold on to you in some way, you'd freak a little. You'd grip onto his hand, either squeezing it in yours or holding onto his larger fingers.

• Whenever dishes were being done or chores were tended to, you would wrap your arms around his waist from behind or follow him at the heel. You were desperate for his attention, his affection, his touch. Without it, you felt cold and disconnected. His touch pleased the ache that prickled against your skin from years of desperately wanting to be held.

• At night, you'd squeeze up under his arm. Your head would be tucked into his armpit, your arms wrapped around him as you tugged him close, closing your eyes and taking in his smell. When you'd fall asleep facing away from each other, Peeta wouldn't even notice you flip over to face him once he was fast asleep, curling up against him, squeezing him tightly like your life depended on it.

• In all honesty? It felt like your life did depend on it. You were a tribute alongside with Peeta, you'd both been through hell and back together. You had nightmares and he was the only one that could ground them. Part of your touch starved desperation came from the times you were alone, afraid, for yourself, for your lover. It was difficult.

• A lot of nights Peeta would ensure he'd hold you close, all too aware that he was the cure to your nightly insanity. This made you feel better, softer, warmer. On days when you were simply cuddling in bed together, you felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs would be tangled with his, your foreheads touching, arms wrapped around one another. But nothing felt good enough. In instances like these, you would climb into his shirt, sticking your head through the hole for his own head, one that was stretched out from the many times you'd done this, one he specifically designated as his lounge shirt for this reason. Other times you would both strip your clothes off, cuddling skin to skin while Peeta would stroke your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

• All in all, Peeta is a gentle and caring lover, understanding of your needs. He'd do his best to meet them, even when it meant staying glued to your hip. He loved you, the history you two had, the stuff you'd been through, and he'd do anything to ensure your happiness and your safety. After all, you were who saved him, who kept him grounded as well, the love of his life... but, his thoughts are for another story.

[teddybeartoji]

anyway i want to introduce you all to my Big Cat Husband Household. this is an official thing i love them all. said household includes - black jaguar!toji, snow leopard!satoru, tiger!sukuna, black panther!suguru and mountain lion!tengen.

we all sleep on one bed and that bed is the size of a whole room btw they are massive. tengen and sukuna sleep on their backs while showing off their tummies to the world, satoru is always one move away from falling of the bed, suguru manages to be majestic even when he's asleep he looks like a statue with his paws crossed like that smh (i am jealous of his beauty) and i always end up sleeping under toji's side which means that i am at risk of him just turning over and suffocating me (i love it)

i also can never leave btw. like no bathroom breaks for me whatsoever bc i move an inch and suddenly i'm being yanked back to bed by any one of them and it's so??????????? weren't you just asleep?????????????????? they're all incredibly clingy (i also really love that ngl) oh and i die every summer. bc i am horrible with heat and they're all like HEATERS it's actually so bad and it's not like they really want to let me sleep anywhere else either smhhhhhhhhhh but since they love me<3 they take turns of sleeping with me in the living room instead of the bedroom

satoru also uhh kind of gets bullied by the others but he's genuinely so unbothered by it it's crazy. he also gets special treatment from me bc the others are mean and i am not, i like to baby him sm he gets the most ear scratches while the others glare at him from the other side of the room. satoru thinks it's very funny bc he loves the attention (the others love him too though dw i would actually kick them out if that wasn't the case)

sukuna and tengen tussle the most but it's all for fun they both like playing around a lot,, satoru often joins them too and it's a very entertaining thing to look at lmao toji and suguru typically just stare at them from the couch bc toji is lazy he just wants to lounge around all day and suguru thinks that he's better than the others in a way (?????)

(i also think it's really funny to add housecats dazai and chuuya to this household sometimes bc the idea of dazai and tengen sleeping in a patch of sunlight is so fucking funny,, dazai looks like a fucking twig next to tengen i think if the latter would place a hand over him he might actually break lmao chuuya and toji get along really well though they don't talk a lot but they just feel very comfortable around each other they also take naps together and it's the cutest sight ever)

the tongue baths go insane with them all btw but i won't get into that rn bc i might uhh have a heart attack..

[thedaywillcome]

I am a very ferocious supporter of Byler. However, the genius and elaborate analysis some people are doing here, although the peak of my day, are not exactly my kind of field.

That is, until I was rewatching season 2 during my time of supposed finals studying and saw this:

It might not be anything significant, but when it’s not just a still screenshot and you actually watch this scene, Will says this in a very decisive voice, kind of like if he were trying to convince himself rather than just state a fact. As if he were already in doubt about the way he does things and the things he does, especially considering he’s been bullied and queer-called about it his whole life, that when there is a girl who could possibly do them too, he panics.

I don’t think I’ve noticed anyone bring this up as a proof, but I think maybe it is a hint to Will’s inner struggle about his sexuality, and to his fear of it coming to the surface in some ways. Maybe he wanted to convince himself that “girls don’t play video games” because if they do, there would be another aspect of him that suddenly becomes dangerous.

That is to say, Will is sensitive, which Lonnie translated to him being gay. He is artistic, which has been associated with homosexuality long before homosexuality was even called homosexuality (oh Michelangelo, how often do I think of your Sistine chapel m/m fanfiction of Adam and God). He is kind, which, although isn’t in its own any proof, when it comes together with his sensitivity and gentle demeanor (we know that he scarcely ever gets mad or angry and tends to be on the quieter side), it’s easy for people to consider him feminine in the stereotypic way people in the 80’s thought about women (I say 80’s but watch morons do it even 50 years from now).

It’s just a food for thought, but I had to pause and type this because otherwise I would get no sleep instead of two hours (finals).

(Btw I completely understand the analyses now. It makes you insane when you can’t get a thought out.)

[raainberry]

Chill(y)

« silly series - 4 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a case of those insanely cold winter mornings except you have a cute gf to warm up with

wordcount - 801

T/W - one singular soft cuss word, also suggestive

A/N - IDK ABOUT YALL BUT ITS COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE MY GOSH. every winter i’m appalled at the temperature drops in the morning, the only good thing this year is that i got inspired. i actually dont use Sana’s name btw so if you wanna imagine someone else, you’re free to do so it’s none of my business, ENJOY

Getting woken up by the mattress bouncing a couple times underneath you wasn’t something you expected the night before.

Confusion levels were high, and the sheets ruffling together behind you weren’t any help. You had to open your eyes and look over your shoulder to find answers.

You still didn’t really know what to expect, but seeing your girlfriend shivering as she adjusted the blanket around her own body nearly got it off yours.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled still half asleep.

“It’s so cold.” She complained as she continued to wrap her body in whatever way she could. “Like, actually freezing it’s insane.”

You chuckled, rubbing your eyes before turning on your back. “Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, do you want me to die?”

You rolled your eyes at her drama and began to sit up in order to do it yourself. Sure, there was a possibility she wasn’t exaggerating, but that’s one more reason to do it. The love of your life will not freeze to death on your watch.

“Where are you going?” She asked with her head peeking out of the covers.

“Going to turn the heater on.” You answered, throwing the covers off yourself before leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, well hurry. I don’t want to go retrieve your frozen body in the hallway… I’m not in the mood.”

You only laughed, promising her that it would only take a couple minutes—and it did take a couple minutes, but that was two minutes too long.

She was not exaggerating at all, even the wooden floors beneath your feet felt cold to the touch. You ended up having to sprint back to your bed the way she had done a moment ago.

The sight seemed to amuse her according to the giggles that left her lips and bounced off your bedroom walls. You couldn’t ignore them, nor how they warmed you up on their own on this cold morning.

The way she opened her arms up to invite you into her blanket cocoon made you sway. You gladly jumped into it with the biggest smile, letting her coddle you as you focused on actually warming yourself up.

“Don’t laugh, that was you five minutes ago.” You said, snuggling into her side.

“So what? You should have laughed then too.” She shrugged.

You ignored her words as an idea popped in your mind. It was a little mean, and you felt a little bad about it, but the eventual reward of hearing her laugh was enough to make you proceed.

So instead of answering her, you snuck your cold hand beneath her shirt. Your fingers only grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her shriek at the temperature shock.

“Y/n!” She whined, slapping your hand away as the annoyance in her voice turned into the melodious giggles you loved so much.

“What? You can do the same.”

“It’s not fair, my hands are warm now.”

“And I need to warm up. Sounds ideal to me.” You shrugged innocently. “Although, I would like it either way…”

“This behavior will only get you on the naughty list.” She warned, reminding you of how close the year-end festivities were.

“I wouldn’t mind not getting presents.” You shrugged again before adding, “That means you’re all I need by the way.”

“Am I weak or was that good?” She wondered, making you laugh.

“That was easily my worst work, I’m sorry baby, but you’re weak.”

“Your worst work, huh?” She repeated, and you nodded. “Well your fingers have been doing a great job…”

She finally acknowledged the random shapes you gently caressed all over her side, and your heart started racing as the near future she let on allowed various ideas to bloom in your mind.

“Maybe I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She whispered, making the moment that much more intimate.

You only smiled at her suggestion. As much as the ideas were enough for your blood to rise in temperature, it was just too damn cold.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t right now. There’s no way I’m getting out of this blanket.”

“You tease. Who said you’d have to get out of it?” She pointed out, leaving soft kisses along your jawline only for you to try and get away from them.

“Come on, Y/n, can you think of a better way to warm up?”

“Yes, by cuddling you like this and going back to sleep so I can ignore it” You argued, nuzzling your face further into her neck, where she couldn’t access any of your weaknesses.

You felt her breathe in before letting it out in a heavy sigh. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know, that’s what I tell myself everyday.”

[desired-deity]

If your requests are open could I request Shxtou and reader playing a two player game and it went very well, that they get shipped by a bunch of people and react to fan art on stream or something sorry if it's too much

(　´)Д(｀ )

I love your works so much btw! ❤

Player Two?

SHXTOU x Gn! READER

Genre: Fluff!

A/N: Hehehehe 😈 so I add a sprinkle of Dacapo into this fic because I have a good idea for this order 😈😈😈😈 wish me luck~! Love you Honey! ((ALSO, my requests are open and so is a discord server👍 come talk to me and my friends! Love you all!!))

“ORDER UP!”

Discord call from…Dacapo

“You never call me Dacapo, what did I do now?” You asked with confusion, normally Dacapo never calls you unless you messed around a bit too much with Baabel or he had a question for you.

“So, I have a friend named Shoto, I can’t make the stream today due to some setbacks where I am at the moment so could you take my place instead???” What. You were known pretty well around the Vtuber community but you’ve never had to ‘sub’ in for someone.

“Are you insane Dacapo?? Just cancel on him, it happens to everyone at some point.” 

“Just join his VC already, Y/n.”

~ Present Time ~

Well, that’s how you got yourself into this mess. You knew of Shoto and he knew of you but you guys never talked. Both of your guy’s chats noticed the tension between the two of you, it was so thick that you could cut it with one of Shoto’s daggers. But, you got a superchat that might have just fixed the entire stream.

Zara_Zamura

$100.00

Why don’t you guys play Mario Cart together???

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea! Hey Shoto, wanna play some Mario Cart?”

“Oh you’re on Y/n!”

The stream was filled with laughter and everyone loved you guys together, even though this was the first time you guys ever met, it was still a lot of fun to just play games with him, you were starting to enjoy his company and soon everyone in chat started to ship you two. 

Chat:

Dacapo Ch. [ARP]: See, I told you that you would be fine, look at you now Y/n, you made a new friend!

“Dacapo, get out of my chat”

Let’s just say #/Shxtouxy/n was trending on Twitter for a few months.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

i remember reading a hades/reader/poseidon fic of yours (which was amazing btw) so i was thinking about sending a request about (chubby if possible) reader being sandwiched between Qin Sji and Hedes and Apollo and Leonidas separately? i would go insane i just know—

I legit must be starting to burn myself out. I had no idea what you meant, I couldn’t remember a prompt where I made a sandwich (as in the food) with those two. Then I realized what you meant lol. Thankfully I only have a few more requests to go!

Minors DNI

-Hades x QSH- You were to service your king and your emperor, one of the things they enjoyed doing with you, role playing as their concubine to pleasure them in their throne rooms, as you’ve done it in both. There was a thrill of anyone being able to walk in at any time, seeing you doing such raunchy things with your lovers- the thrill of getting caught. Hades adored having you on your knees before him, swallowing him deeply, choking on his cock with your hands bound behind your back, unable to fight back as his hand was on your head, holding you down as you moaned and drooled around him. Your eyes were large and full of tears as you looked up at him as he licked his lips, enjoying himself, “You look so good like this Y/N~” you whined out before you choked as he bucked up, making your eyes cross as he chuckled darkly. You were rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any friction before you felt the sting of a slap land on your rear, making you keen. You couldn’t turn before you felt QSH’s hand slid down to your throat, squeezing softly as he kneeled, “Very good indeed- but you shouldn’t be selfish Y/N- only pleasuring Hades- I am your emperor after all~” he pulled you up by your hair, but instead of pain you only felt pleasure as you gulp down air, desperate to be touched in any way. Hades grinned, seeing your desperation as he stood, letting QSH take his seat, and you swallowed that he was bare on his lower half. You nearly screeched as they made you sit on him, sinking him deep within you, only he didn’t move. You went to plead and whine for more, but you hissed as you felt another sharp slap on your ass as you turned to Hades who grinned, “Let’s see how long you can sit still like this~” your eyes went wide, hearing how they were going to deny you as Hades brought over another chair, going to discuss actual work with QSH while you were struggling to stay still, squeezing him deep within you. Gods, you loved it when they treated you like this!

-Apollo x Leonidas- Your eyes were large, full of tears that were nothing but happiness and pleasure as you couldn’t speak, Leonidas’ fingers in your mouth, keeping you gagged as you were sitting on him, feeling him stretching you out, making a bump in your lower stomach as your thighs were spread, your legs over his own as he kept you spread. Your arms were bound and locked behind his head, leaving every inch of you exposed as you whined softly, squeezing Leonidas who wasn’t moving despite your desperation. Apollo was admiring you from the front, a grin on his lips, cooing softly as he teased you, “You look amazing Y/N- you look so desperate. Can you feel him so deep in you?” He pressed down on the bump and Leonidas groaned softly as you squeezed, throwing your head back, a sharp whine leaving you. Apollo grinned down at you as he took a step forward, his own cock rutting against your most sensitive area, stimulating you even more and more as you writhed, your eyes crossing as Leonidas’ fingers left your mouth, moving to your neck, squeezing slightly, making you cry out loudly as your back arched. Both men felt shivers run up their spines at the sound, hearing how desperate you were as Apollo grabbed your legs, forcing them up before he started pushing himself in as well. Your protests that he wouldn’t fit alongside Leonidas fell on deaf ears as Leonidas groaned lowly, feeling the friction. Once Apollo was fully in you whined, feeling like you were melting until you felt Leonidas gripped your hips and they both began to piston in and out of you, driving air from your lungs as they ravaged you. You couldn’t walk for two days afterwards, but they were both sweet, doting on you while exchanging wicked glances, they couldn’t wait to do this again!

[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 definitely 16+ (suggestive and yeah), fluff, hot-hawt-hawt, fem-gender mention, Use on Y/n, swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene iv) 3.4k

either i’m getting better at writing or i just really get carried away with…. certain scenes…

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 I love banter, you love banter, everybody loves banter! Really considering a tag list. BTW thanks to everybody who’s been liking the Pinterest-piece! I really enjoy making it and love that you do too!

Go Back? (scene ii) click here

Go Back? (scene iii) click here

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene iv 𖧞 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Wednesday, December 12th

I was just staring into the sky, not listening to anything going on around me. My sister was on another one of her rants about random social media drama, and I was nodding along like I was listening, but really my mind was elsewhere. 

I don’t know when she stopped talking and realized I wasn't listening, but suddenly a loud sound made me jump. My sister had clapped her hands super hard, right next to my ear, breaking me out of my trance. 

“Ow! What was that for?” I yelled at her and covered my ear like I was in pain.

“Because you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying! Did you pay attention to anything I just said?” She asked, looking irritated.

I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and winced. “No…...” I answered honestly.

“Y/N! I was talking for at least 30 minutes!”

“Yeah, I know, I know. And usually, I'm interested in what you have to say but my mind is elsewhere today. I'm sorry.” I tried apologizing but she still looked angry. The biggest pet peeve of Her’s is when people don’t listen to her. And I’d just ignored her for half an hour.

She just huffed and turned away from me. She looked straight forward into the snowy view and sipped on her hot cocoa. 

We were outside, cuddled in mounds of blankets and warm clothes, enjoying the beautiful winter scenery with a hot cup of chocolate. 

“I really am sorry.” I tried again. At first, she didn't say anything and ignored me. Then, she turned back towards me and let a little smile show. 

“I know you are, Y/n. I knew you weren’t listening. I saw you space out as soon as I started talking.” She said in a soft voice. I just winced again and laughed. We were both giggling quietly together at the situation and then stopped to take a sip from our mugs. “So then,” my sister began talking, shivering a bit before continuing. “What’s been on your mind?”

I wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I could only imagine the scream she’d let out if I said ‘oh nothing, I’m just overthinking about mine and Oscar's little not-so-little make out session yesterday, and what would have happened if you guys didn’t interrupt us. But really, I'm over-thinking the contradicting feelings and thoughts I have about him. And most of all, I'm angry at Oscar for completely ignoring me ever since last night.’

Basically, if I muttered a single word of the thoughts running through my mind, my sister would freak out. So instead, I answered with, “Nothing. I’m just trying to think of Christmas presents for everyone. You know how serious I take gift-giving.” I thought I’d dodged her questions, but her eyes squinted a bit, and I could tell she didn’t believe me. Instead of pushing it further, though, she just took a long sip of her drink then nodded. 

The wind started to blow, and our fingers started getting numb, so we moved back inside and settled on the couch to watch a movie. We chose Love Actually, and chilled on the couch. It was still pretty early so everybody was still sleeping except for us. 

Half-way through the movie, my brother walked out in his PJs with insane bed hair. Instead of talking he just sat on the sofa next to us and watched the movie. 

A few minutes later, my brother and sister were talking on the other side of the couch, no doubt about the social media drama. I just sat by myself and finished the movie, almost drifting to sleep.

Before I could rest my eyes, I heard another person come down the stairs. I turned as much as I could to get a peek at who it was. But once I caught sight of familiar messy brown hair I turned back around. I sunk down into my blanket trying to hide my head from him. From what I could hear, he was making coffee or something in the kitchen. 

“Morning. Oscar.” My brother greeted him, jumping up and over the couch to meet him in the kitchen. The two have always had some bromance since they’re around the same age and well…. not girls. 

“Hey.” Oscar said to him. They started talking, but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying.

Once I saw my brother appear back in the main room, I let out a sigh, because that probably means Oscar went back to his room. But right after my brother, followed Oscar. I must have hidden well because once he rounded the couch and saw me, he froze. But not even a second later he snapped out of it and sat down. If I wasn’t already watching his every move, I would have missed it.

The twins picked a funny movie to watch, and the whole time, I stayed completely still. Oscar was less than an arm's length away and I’m afraid of how I’ll react if I touched him on accident.

Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore. I practically jumped up and made my way to the kitchen.

As I was grabbing a Diet Coke from the fridge, someone came up behind me. I could immediately tell who it was by the sudden scent of spearmint and fresh pine filling my senses. 

“What.” I asked frankly. I turned to face him, and he was in front of me, blocking my way out. I attempted to go around the kitchen island and leave that way but a few strides later and he was blocking my way again. “Hello, are you deaf? What do you want?” I repeated. I know I was being rude but it’s my defense mechanism with Oscar.

“Nothing, I’m just getting something in the kitchen and you’re in my way.” He spoke. He’s trying to aggravate me.

Safe to say it’s working.

“No. You're in my way. Move.” I tried. He only smiled and tilted his head like he was judging me.

“I'm just trying to get some water, Y/n. Why do you have to be so difficult?” He said, leaning closer and speaking lower. He kept that stupid smirk on his face and stood up straight, now towering over me.

“What are you playing at?” I asked through gritted teeth. Seriously, what is wrong with him? He’s being so annoying. It’s like he’s doing everything i told him I hated yesterd-

Oh. Oh.

“Oh my God!” I raised my voice a bit and let out a cold laugh. That’s what he was doing, he was purposely doing everything I said I found annoying about him.  “Don’t be a dick, Oscar.” I scoffed and tried to shove his shoulder, but he stayed in place. I shoved through him again, as hard as I could, successfully getting through. He stumbled back a bit and put a hand to his shoulder like I’d hurt him. 

He shook his head and poked his tongue in the inside of his cheek: a tell that he’s mad. 

I started walking away, practically fuming smoke out of my ears, and made my way towards the stairs. This time, when Oscar tried to grab my arm to stop me, I pulled it out immediately.

I ran up the stairs away from him, but he just followed me up the stairs. I moved faster and quickly made my way into my room. Oscar almost followed me inside, but I quickly slammed the door in his face, stopping him. He didn’t try to come in at first. 

Moments later there was still silence on the other side of the door, so I backed away and laid on my bed. I let out a big sigh and rubbed my forehead.

I decided to scroll on my phone and listen to music. However, every 5 seconds, there was a loud bang. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it kept going. 

I watched a video, scrolled, then BANG. 

Scroll, BANG!

Scro-BANG! I couldn’t take it anymore. 

The sound was coming from the wall behind my head, which so happens to be the wall I share with Oscar, his room being next to mine. When we were younger, Oscar would play the loudest music or bounce a ball on the wall to annoy me. Right now, I'm positive he’s gone back to his immature roots and is chucking a ball at the wall to make me mad. I huffed and then jumped out of my bed and made my way out of my room. I tried to open the door next to mine but was met with a lock. 

“OSCAR! LET ME IN” I knocked loud and quick on the door. When the door still didn’t open, I knocked louder. “Oscar, if you don’t open this door right now, I'm going to-”

“What? Kiss me?” The door swung open, and I was met with a grinning Oscar.

I almost choked at his words. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him with an incredulous expression. 

“Wha..What?! I would never-”

“Ah, but you did. "He cut me off again. He was leaning against the doorway and tossing a ball in his hand, patronizing me. He was looking down at me with a smug expression, obviously proud of himself. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If I remember correctly, YOU kissed ME.” I argued, shoving him for the second time today, making my way into his room. I turned around when I reached the middle of his room and placed a hand on my hip. 

He slowly turned to face me, still leaning on the doorway and tossing the ball between his two hands. Once he faced me, I properly took him in. 

He was wearing a black t-shirt that looks like it might have been left here from last year. Joining F1 meant he had to train more, so the shirt he was wearing looked a little tighter than it should be. He had a pair of jeans that fit him well; he must have gone shopping because they look new. His hair was neat. Not gelled, but probably combed. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, talking about the incessant banging.

He rolled off of the door and stood up straight, walking slowly towards where I was standing. His sudden movement surprised me, so I backed away a little. But he kept walking towards me. 

So, I backed away more. Instead of walking towards me again he just stayed in place. “Just playing catch.”

“With who, the wall?”

“Yeah.”

“Well stop.” I said and tried to take the ball away from him. He was quicker than me and pulled the ball away. I tried at it again but failed as he pulled it up and over my head. Prick. “Or play on a different wall, I'm trying to rest.”

“Nah.” is all he said.

“Nah?” I repeated. “Come on Oscar, drop this immature teasing and leave me alone.” I was getting tired of this very quickly. When he didn’t say anything, I gave up and made my way out of his room. Before I could leave though, he reached over and shut the door in front of me, trapping me inside. 

Fully prepared to yell at him, I turned around but was met with Oscar standing right behind me. His arm was still on the door, next to my head.

 He was staring at me, more specifically: my lips.

No. I won't. I couldn’t let him just kiss me whenever he feels like it. 

“Stop…” I tried to sound demanding, but my voice came out barely above a whisper. I tried to push him away, but he stayed in place like a rock.

“I'm not doing anything,” Oscar tried to argue, but I was over him denying everything. 

“Yes. Yes, Oscar you are! You can’t tease me and make me so incredibly angry but then turn around and look at me like…” I looked at his eyes. They were darker than normal and trained on my own with intensity. “...that. You can’t look at me like that. You're fucking with my head and frankly,” I scoffed. “It makes me want to punch you.”

He looked at me with the same intensity, never letting down. His arm still rested on the door, but his body was less rigid and slightly angled towards me. “Osca-” 

I tried to tell him off again, but he started speaking.

“You’re fucking with my mind too.” He said quickly, looking away from my eyes. He dropped his head as he continued speaking. “Ever since…” he started but sounded like he couldn’t get the words out. “Ever since you got here, Y/n. You, and your voice and your eyes and those fucking shorts. Dammit.” He dropped his hand from the door, running it through his hair. I was just standing still, trying to understand. 

He walked away from me, turning his back to me. “I don’t know what’s going on,” He admitted. “But I can't. Stay. away from you. Teasing you and making you angry is the only thing I know and fuck me if I don't crave every time your cheeks turn red when you're mad. Or when you roll your eyes, or when you fight back…” Now he was the one rambling. 

I was trying to take in every word he was saying but his past actions and 

current words weren’t adding up. Am I supposed to just rethink these past few days because his arguing and ruthless teasing has been because, what? He likes the way I ‘blush and get angry’?

My eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head. “Wait, what?” I asked. “I don’t understand, Oscar…”

Suddenly he turned back around and walked back towards me slowly. “Can you not? Try to understand, I mean.”

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t even understand, alright? So don’t try to make sense of all of this right now.” His voice was low and quiet. His eyes were back on my lips and his body was closer than before.

“Ok.” I whispered. He was tilting his head lower, his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes fluttered and my skin heated up. Something about the look in his eyes and the warmth radiating off of him made every previous thought I had fly out of the window. 

I know I just went on a rant about how we need to stop before it starts but for some reason, I don’t care anymore. I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his, and sighing at the contact. My stomach was tumbling with need. I need him close. 

“Fuck it.” Oscar whispered into my mouth as he connected our lips. I sucked in a breath as he finally kissed me, letting all of the built-up need roll onto my lips. 

Our mouths met like they did the night before: deep and rough. 

I don’t know what it is about arguments and them leading to us kissing. But this one felt different then the last. It felt full and needy. Instead of testing the waters, we both dived in, meshing together. He licked the corner of my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. I pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, backing me into the door. He put an arm on the door, next to my head to stabilize himself, while he pushed himself closer to me. The other hand was on my hip, rubbing slow circles on the skin right above my waistband. 

I felt his tongue swipe against my bottom lip, so I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. His tongue tasted mine as we deepened the kiss. I flattened my palms against his chest and moved them up to around his neck. When I reached the hair on the back of his neck, I tugged lightly and moved up to further mess up the rest of his hair. He moaned into my mouth and pushed his hips into mine. My hips were flush against his, my back being pushed into the door. I let out a small noise at the friction and kissed him harder.

A familiar heat pooled in the bottom of my stomach, and I made what sounded like a whine as I unlatched our lips. 

“Oscar,” I tried to speak but it’s like my voice was gone. I spoke breathy with desire laced in my tone. “Oscar, we have to stop.” I was saying the words, but I really didn’t mean or want them. And I think Oscar could tell it’s not what I really wanted because he licked a stripe up my neck and started kissing the spot between my ear and jawline. 

I shut my eyes tightly and tilted my head back, to give him better access.

I gasped when I felt his teeth on my neck, do doubt leaving a mark. He sucked and kissed where he nipped and continued his way down my neck. I gasped his name, not to tell him to stop, but because of how good it felt.

He moved to the other side of my neck and let out a deep grumble that sounded like frustration. Before I knew it, Oscar bent down to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up. I let out a small yelp and wrapped my legs around him. He pushed up back against the door and went back to my lips. Throughout the kiss, he and I pulled away to breath and speak.

“God, Y/n” he would say.

“Oscar, please,” I would answer. 

With the new position, the heat between us grew red hot. 

Oscar started pushing up, making his hips meet mine with friction I've never felt. Everything was rough and lustful. His lips, his hips, his hands, his chest, his voice. It was all too much. 

I moved my hands from his neck to my shirt, trying to tug it up. He caught onto what I was doing and instead of helping me, he started walking away from the door, me still wrapped around him. He carried me across the room and sat on the edge of his bed, me now on his lap. 

With his hands free, he grasped at the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and off of me. The refreshing cool air hit my skin but was soon covered by Oscar hands, splayed across each side of my ribcage. His touch was almost burning, and it made me only want him to touch me more. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving my hips against him. He gasped and let out a frustrated groan, his hands left my upper half and instead held onto my hips, stopping me.

“Don’t.” he said through his teeth. “Don’t do that Y/n”

I was going to apologize, and he must have seen the worried look on my face because he spoke up. “No, it’s not you. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

My eyes widened at this, and I was about to kiss him again, but a noise came from the other side of the room. 

Oscar’s room door cracked open, and my sister poked her head in, and looked right at us. She saw me half naked on Oscar's lap, us both breathing hard and having so obviously been caught making out.

“Oh My God.” My sister and I said at the same time. She quickly made a show to cover her eyes with her hand and slam the door shut with the other. 

My eyes were wide, and I was frozen. 

I jumped off of Oscar and searched around for my shirt. I needed to talk to her before she said anything to anyone. 

“My shirt. Where’s my shirt, Oscar?" I was breathing hard and was looking frantically.

“I don’t know, I kind of just tossed it.” He said, low. He almost sounded like he was in pain. I paused my searching and saw Oscar lean on his knees and run his hands through his hair. 

“What. What’s wrong with you?” I asked, sounding mad, but I meant it genuinely. 

He just chuckled and looked at me. “What do you think, Y/n? You were just grinding against me and then a second later you were gone. Obviously, I have a… problem… to fix now.”

My eyes widened with realization, and I blushed hard and turned away. I went back to searching for my shirt and eventually found it tucked under his bed. I threw it on and then ran out of the room, looking for my sister.

I saw her sitting on the couch, both hands covering her eyes. She looked like she was muttering something and shaking her head.

 Oh, God how am I going to fix this.

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[bitterrobin]

welcome back to wasp rants about severely underappreciated DC characters who got shafted

Today: Its all about Rory Regan, the Ragman.

A preface before we get into it: I am not Jewish. I am agnostic. I'll try not to overstep my boundaries here but I do want to highlight how important the religion is to the character in this post.

*ehem* So, Rory Regan. He was created by Robert Kanigher and Joe Kubert in 1976, and initially, he was just Irish. He's vigilante with a suit made up of rags with absolutely zero tech. He just has the inherited skills of his dad and his friends when they died in the go backstory.

The real meat of the character is established in Ragman (1991). Here, he is retconned into a Vietnam War veteran, Jewish, and haunted by PTSD. He is now from Gotham City, and operates there for the whole mini-run. Rory is an Irish name, as his father was a fan of it. Regan is anglicized from Reganiewicz.

The first two pages of the first issue. The things that really struck me when I first read this was the monologue:

It's all up to me! I'm scared and alone and its all up to me!

This phrase continues to pop up as he becomes a vigilante and struggles through conflict. It's poignant, and it's rare for a hero to admit such weakness in comics. At least from what I've read.

Rory lives with his father, Gerry Regan, who owns a pawn shop. It used to be a clothing store, but their neighborhood in Gotham has sunk into deep poverty. His father is kind and known to people as a good man. He anglicized his name from Jerzy to Gerry.

This is Betty. A homeless woman and part of the very, very small supporting cast of Rory's story. She's absolutely great and I love her.

Rory, compared to his father, is brash. Rough. He complains a lot about their poverty, the shop, how kind his father is to people who can't pay him back. But he's not an asshole.

The main plot line of this comic run is this: their neighborhood in Gotham is very poor. It's a crime-ridden dump, and it sucks for everyone living there. Later on in the series, we see that even Batman rarely goes there. (This'll cause conflict later.) Either way, Gerry gets mugged by gangsters who want to use the shop as a base for selling drugs.

Rory doesn't like his situation. But he's not going to leave his father to fend for himself. Early on, we get that his character is loyal despite his toughness. The thugs break into their apartment (connected to the store) and kill his father, beat and stab Rory and leave him to die in the alley.

The next pages just...speak for themselves.

I'll explain the Golem later. But I want to stress that Rory, prior to his father's murder, wasn't religious. As far as I know, he did not practice Judaism, and yet his father's influence is strong. You can feel the love and grief. (The art in this comic is sooo 90's and yet soooo Good.)

Btw, it was Betty who found him in the alley and took him to a backdoor clinic. The thugs move in on the store and set up some criminals as Rory's fake aunt and uncle in order to legally own it. They immediately start selling drugs and pushing out/degrading drug addicts.

Rory starts investigating who took over the store. It's shown, from the beginning, that he's friends with homeless people like Betty - and he treats them as equals. With respect.

It's all up to me!

Rory goes back to the shop in the middle of the night searching for evidence. Something to get the store back, to take revenge.

He finds the rags instead.

Insane first issue!!! INSANE. I love it.

SO. The Ragman. It's a title. A magical item passed down. The rags are each sentient, a soul of a former sinner who got absorbed. They can talk to Rory and give him advice, either willingly or not. If they help Rory solve crimes/do good deeds enough, they will get to go to heaven/be absolved. All together, the rags form a being that acts on instinct and Rory has a constant struggle to control the suit and ask it for help.

Next issue #2. Rory fights the criminals who took over the store. The suit is strong, it makes him invulnerable. He takes three gunshots to the chest and keeps on walking. In later comics, it's revealed that the suit slows the wearer's aging. He eventually finds one of the men who killed his father.

He finds the other man back at the store. One thing to note, Rory is filled with rage. It's a consistent character trait that while he tries to be a figure of goodness, he's never not angry at the injustices in the world.

Another thing. The Ragman is terrifying. We can talk all day about how Batman uses fear against criminals, but the Ragman is fear. He's untouchable, unkillable in a way that Bruce isn't.

The man flees. The Ragman follows.

Let it be known that I hate heroes who kill for edgy reasons. Rory kills a man in the second issue. Why do I keep reading? Because he regrets it. Because it isn't portrayed as a good thing. The point of the suit is redemption, and the character will continue to grapple with this. Rory does get called out by a different character literally the next issue.

He hesitates. He still does it, but he hesitates.

I'll skip forward now, so you get to see the consequences of his actions. He does not kill and get away with it, no matter the notions of revenge or crime. You could probably make some sort of connection between this and his past as a Vietnam War soldier, how it dehumanized people and created killers. This story is also from 1991, a time of grit and "realism" through violence.

Issue #3. We meet Rabbi Luria and get the backstory of the suit.

Because there's an image limit, I'll continue the story as much as I can in text. Go read the full mini series yourself please!! It's great.

So, the rabbi tells a story about the creation of the Golem. (He calls Rory "Mr. Wisenheimer" when he interrupts him lol). In this story, the Golem was created in 16th century Prague to protect the Jewish people. Apparently, they created it without a soul, and several rabbis came together and decided to create something different. They created the rag suit using the same kind of magic, a suit that needs a human wearer to use it. A worthy man. And the Ragman is born.

Rory cuts in by exclaiming its all ridiculous bullshit. The rabbi chews him out for his lack of faith and for killing five people (there's panels I did not include). He says:

A story?! Why you ignorant young fool! Five people are dead! Do you find that ridiculous? Because I do! I find it ridiculous that anyone so unworthy...would dare to put on a suit composed of the souls of the dead! Listen to their voices wailing in torment! Feel the evil of their presence! And tell me...who is ridiculous now?

He takes the suit and shows Rory one of the stitched-in rags. It's the woman he killed in the shop, the one who was posing as his aunt. Her enraged, ghostly face screams from the rag:

He doesn't know what he's doing! Vorst said he was sorry and he killed him anyway!

Vorst is the ginger guy he killed by dropping him off a building. Rabbi Luria continues to push the rag in Rory's face, demanding:

This is true, Rory? There was repentance?

Rory gets sick and runs away to vomit. The rabbi chides him with a click of his tongue. He looks at a picture of Jerzy and mourns him, lamenting what happened to him. Rory comes back, overhearing the non-English name of his father. Rabbi Luria explains his true Jewish name and their history as survivors of the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. Rory is shocked to hear all of this. You can probably glean that Jerzy tried to his best to fit in to America.

The rabbi continues on, explaining that Jerzy was the former Ragman. He rescued as many Jewish people he could out of Europe, and when the Nazis came for the ghetto - they burned it down. The one weakness of the suit is fire, so Jerzy couldn't do anything as the place went up in flames. Rabbi Luria notes the irony. Still, Ragman pushes on. He is a symbol of resistance. The Jewish people fight back, but at the turn of the battle, the Ragman vanishes. The rabbi says that the Ragman's duty is to protect the people and inspire hope, but there was no hope left. The remaining people are rounded up and taken to the camps.

The suit had teleported Jerzy away from the fight, to go somewhere else it was needed. It moved its wearer away from danger also as part of its safety feature. While Rabbi Luria understood that the Ragman had to go - Jerzy was ashamed. He was infuriated, sad, he believed he could've done more. Saved more lives. In his shame, he goes to America in self-exile.

The next day, the rabbi explains that oopsie, he created another golem after the war and now it's coming to kill Rory. Over the years, it saved lives and gradually became more and more human. The golem's goal is now to destroy the Ragman as it fears being replaced.

Rory does not want any of this shit. But the Ragman and the Golem can't exist at the same time, and the rabbi says he has to fight. Rory has another nightmare.

He resolves to fight the Golem and win. He wants to makes the world a better place. He asks the rabbi to teach him.

(And this post ends here because there's more images I want too include and way more story - but sleep calls.)

[prince-liest]

Your last 666 series installment is the best thing that happened to me. Its full of gore, somehow fluffy and wait-.. do I finally see some FRICKING COMUNICATION between the two idiots!?!?!

Ngl, Vox's 'Alastor not being able to love' statement hurt my soul. Your writing is brilliant and and let's just see what ending ya wro-..O MA LORD IS THAT VAL'S LOVE POTION!?!?!?!?

Now I need to know what's next!!!! And VOX I SWEAR IF U USE THIS SITUATION IN ANY WAY IM GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE.

This series is a blast♡ love it!♡ makes me weirdly passionate and excited hah!

Some communication, and some communication failure, hahaha. They're going to be talking a lot more in the next one, actually, because I meant to write some NSFW and they had to go and attempt a healthy conversation instead. What can you do.

Thank you so much, I'm delighted that you're enjoying! :D

And: Way more anon asks about the latest 666 getting answered under the cut! <3 I combined a bunch from the last couple of days.

prince, I'm going insane over the latest fic. so we know from Alastor's inner monologue that he knows the roofie was an accident, but considering the super stressful situation, the fact that Vox was the one to ask for a kiss and the fact that Alastor accused him of wanting instead of loving him not a few minutes ago…. makes me wonder if Vox might not be at least a little worred that Alastor might think it was on purpose <3 gonna be rotating this in my head for the foreseeable future - ✨

I am so glad that these things are on y'all's minds, hahaha. Because you can bet they are on mine. >:D And THANK YOU, very pleased to be dragging everyone down into insanity with me.

“Should I stitch together the scars your teeth left in me in a mirror of my own signature on your body.” Fucking. POETRY. 🐈‍⬛

I am always so happy when I write shit like this and instead of everyone pointing at me and going, "Look, what an EDGELORD!" the response is you people being VERY nice and leaning into the feelsy fun! 💛

holy moly ??? i love the new 666 addition aaaah 😭🙏 the trials and tribulations of feeling scorned and ghosted by a loser who confessed his love to you and the next time you see him he’s holding your LITERAL heart in his hands by alastor ! OMFG this was too good esp the part where vox is like “bro why do YOU CARE ?? i thought you didn’t love me huh?” and alastor is like well. maybe i.do. 😐 LIKE CMONN this really played out like some soap drama and i loved the neat details on resuscitative thoroctomy (learned a new word too so double bonus) the fact vel was on the line w her and val’s apparent surgeon for val’a little ‘incidents ??? GOLDEN I SAYY hope we see more of ur oc … 🫣🫣 btw ofc vox would love to an end an argument with a kiss OF FUCKING COURSE HE WOULD 😭 thank u sm for this chapter princeliest my dear <3 hope life is treating u well too !! -🦌

Vox is ahead of Alastor in terms of effective in-the-moment conflict resolution, but goddamn if he isn't fucked up in his own fun little ways. They're so not done with most of these issues, but at least they're on they're way to maybe be able to have a real conversation about them!

You know. If they chose to do that kind thing. Instead of whatever they will probably do instead.

Anyway, THANK YOU!! I had a great deal of fun writing this chapter and digging into some of the issues that have been slowly collecting underneath the surface of kinky radiostatic, so I'm happy you guys are enjoying as well!! :D

AS FOR MY OC... I WILL POST ABOUT THEM SOON. I LOVE THEM A LOT AND IT EXCITES ME THAT PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THEM. Tysm for asking Q^Q

Just read the new addition to the 666 verse, and inside of me are two wolves: The first is saying: Immaculate, artistry of the highest form. We finally get Alastor’s own confrontation with his vulnerability and him trying to figure out what exactly the relationship with Vox means to him. Cannot wait for how this all is going to develop. The other part of me: THE BREADCRUMBS WORKED THE MUSE IS WRITING!!! Followed by this image (since tumblr won’t let me attach it while being anonymous) https://i.redd.it/hx2shk642vs71.jpg -🕊️

LMAO THAT PIC. Amazing, flawless, thank you. The breadcrumbs DEFINITELY worked, please keep feeding. Digging into Alastor's shit is bringing me life and I'm happy to share it, hahaha. We're swinging even harder on the introspection in the next one!

As a sucker for medical gore and aroace angst, I lack the words to express my love and appreciation for your most recent installment of 666, but your writing of radiostatic's dynamic was captivating and proved to be such a lovely read as always! I loved that you touched on Alastor's relationships with the women around him as that has always been such an interesting aspect of his character to me! I never really put much thought into how Vox's apparent avoidance of Alastor in the show could mirror Alastor's disappearance, and now it will Not leave my mind. My heart hurts for these two dorks, super looking forward to chapter 2!

"Medical gore and aroace angst" should be the title of my memoir. Honestly, this series has ended up a lot more edgy-bloody than I expected it to, since I usually tend to prefer to portray my whump/angst/violence/etc in a much more roundabout way, but it's actually kinda tipped over into, like... part of the point is how banal it is, how beside the point. The upsetting heavy-hitting bits aren't the blood, they're everything else that goes on around it. Anyway, thank you so much! <3 I think your heart will find some relief in chapter two, haha, I hope you enjoy!!

Meanwhile alastor, completely convinced that there’s no situation where vox actually loves him and is happy with the way things are—either vox wants more and is going to start asking for more, or he doesn’t actually love him and just wants to have sex with him and thus either way he is a Liar. They’re so fucking bad at this. No one is capable of being the adult here. I think they need an auspitice.

It's really funny that you said that, because that is kind of exactly the role that [spoiler] ends up playing, though in a more roundabout way, hahaha. They certainly need someone to, like, get them to be having the same conversation with each other instead of two parallel ones. I think the fun thing about writing Alastor reacting to his own feelings is just how much his reaction can change based on how things are framed for him, and it leaves a lot of wiggle room for how differently I've ended up writing him reacting to the season 1 finale in 666 vs in Happily Ever After, and Other Shit Nepotism Can't Buy.

But, god, you really nailed the description of what Alastor is feeling. <3

Vox in the latest 666, my ENTIRE HEART. Literally nothing about how he read the situation was a bad take or a leap to conclusions, but alastor constantly says the opposite of what he means and refuses to admit vulnerability or friendship and what the hell else was vox meant to do with that, of course he backed off, they need to have this talk so badly

YES, PRECISELY! Like, I hope it came through that really neither of them was completely crazy to react the way they did! It's a result of how much of their communication has been nonverbal, implied, and talking around things - they'd been doing so well up until this point, but there's only so far that can take you before you start thinking that you're on the same page when really you're reading two completely different books! Thank you sm! <3

‘But I am capable,” Alastor says gently. “I love you very much.” Vox gapes up at him. “...I. Fuck you.” His voice is tight, strained. “I don’t fucking believe you.” Alastor feels his smile thin. “Well. That’s just dandy, then, isn’t it?”’ I AM NOT OK GOING FUCKING FERAL

Probably one of my favorite lines to write, ehehehe. THANK YOU ANONNNN <3 It's kinda interesting to see how differently some people read this. Some folks thought Alastor was saying it to hurt Vox (which is how Vox read it). Some folks thought it was true (how Alastor intended it). Some folks thought Alastor was trying to fit into the mold that he thought Vox wanted from him (how I intended it). All of them make sense as readings! >:)

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Hey cap :3

miscellaneous meta lore question for OM this time!!

also I need you to know that I can't spell miscellaneous. every single time I have and will type it have been autocorrected it's like my worst enemy

Anyways- prelude time.

Other Magic is like so much fun because of the sheer variety of mythos and magic you incorporate into it. I mean; Alya is a twist on Selkies which have always been one of my favourite scottish folklore stories, there’s this one story about a boy who was a selkie that I read when I was way younger but I cannae remember enough details to find it again. Then you’ve got someone like Kagami who is a Nekomata from Japanese folklore which was super interesting to see and then subsequently do more research on, cause I didn't know they existed before that which was a failure on my part. And then you’ve got the more miscellaneous monsters of vaguely european origins which also fit the specific character themes wonderfully, like Juleka being a Vampire, Nino being a Gargoyle (which btw rocks (pun intended) for the whole protection thing he has going on) and Sabrina being a changeling the list goes on.

I honestly can’t tell if you’re just really good at finding the perfect fit or just such an excellent writer that what you chose feels like the perfect fit for your version of the characters. Probably a bit of both. 

Obviously you know all this, you’re the one who wrote it. What I’m getting at is; how the fuck did you decide how the magic system works?

Is it, like, not a concrete thing? Do you make it up as you go along?

Or do you have a proper magic system in place that fits behind all the crazy variety of sources you’ve pulled the monsters from?

If you make it up as you go along, what are some of the things you have decided are like hard rules of magic? (which do not go into spoiler territory! Perish the thought that I am vying for spoilers. Your response about how time worked in the PN universe without veering into spoiler territory was fantastic. and I'm insane about your drawings of Alix.) 

And if you don’t… how the fuck have you got a system in place for all this? Is it a hard magic system or a soft magic system? Please I beg of thee tell me how it works. 

Deciding on magic systems for things is the bane of my existence. Pokemon types and moves even count as one, so don’t get me started on how crazy insane I’ve gone for the origins of magic and how it works for the planning of my own miraculous fic is. like I need to stop. 

Anyway. The point is. Every single time you introduce a characters monstrous side you inevitably have to explain how that works in relation to the other magic (pun intended) and the fact that you’ve managed that without contradicting yourself or making things seem far fetched or shoe horned in has me clawing at the walls in my cage. Are you a magician. seriously, how did you do it.  

That and I’m curious if you’ll get more into how Miraculous magic affects regular magic (that feels like an oxymoron, as if magic could be normal). Cause obviously we got Little Red and Wicked Witch being akumatised together cause they were both holding the glove, but their closeness even while evilised felt like it was because of the familiar bond. 

This is a super broad question sorry if that’ll be difficult to answer!! however observations and notes on things plus hyper specific questions are coming soon! I simply must organise myself. (and have my 18th birthday tomorrow… so soon may be later than expected, i keep forgetting that’s happening this has changed my plans significantly. fuck)

Magic systems are pretty tough!! I originally made it up as a I went along, but what I did then that I feel like was important was- instead of just doing things and saying they were related, I tried to branch out the system by asking lots of "why" and "how" questions with myself.

So, for example with Alix, my base was; "Wouldnt it be cool if she wrote down spells like Luz and the Kane Chronicals" which is kinda lame. But still, I worked to try and clean it up. "Spells and Runes are like Code commands to magic." became the cleaner base. Then I asked; "Why not just use a wand?" So I asked myself "What makes wands different?" and so on.

I then asked myself if the answers I made could connect and become answers for other things. Which creates an interconnecting system.

Making it up as you go along is natural and inevitable, the only difference between planning and making it up is how long you think about it without touching your keyboard. I asked myself my big magic questions because of points in the story where I had no idea how something worked and instead of trying to fit it with what I originally knew, I tried to figure out how things would accomodate the new thing.

ALSO HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY!!!!

[ryuichirou]

I love your Sultan AU so much, how it shows Jamil and Kalim 5 years into the future! How do you see the other NRC guys in the future after they graduate? I'm just curious

Thank you, Anon! <3 I am very happy you like it! I really hope we’ll have more content for this AU in the future, but then again, that’s me with every AU…

We haven’t thought about other students in this universe specifically, we might come up with stuff as we go, so nothing of what I’m about to say is concrete yet. I also won’t write about every single character, just about the ones that come to mind more easily…

First of all, when it comes to Octavinelle and Ignihyde guys, there might be a crossover situation lol, maybe the AzuIde marriage AU or the Mafia AU exist in the same universe at this one. Age-wise, the second option fits more, I guess, but I’m still thinking that it’s the first one. In any case, they are definitely up to no good with Azul working hard on his rapidly growing business, with the Tweels helping him out and Idia being forced to help out too in his own way. Ortho is always by Idia’s side, no matter the AU. But he also might pursue his passion for movie-making in some ways, as least as a hobby.

(Azul also definitely does business with the Asim family, so the Octa-trio and Kalim+Jamil are still in touch, even though they don’t talk on a regular basis)

Speaking of movies, Vil’s future is pretty easy to determine. He works harder than ever, and has his own set of problems: his perfectionism has never left him; he is a workaholic that finds it difficult to slow down and relax. The industry is also as toxic as ever, so with every big win he also gets a ton of new things to fight. But he’s doing his best, as always, even though this job quite literally drives him insane, despite how much he loves it, both acting and make-up production and other project he does.

Rook and Vil are still together, but Rook also pursuits his own thing, whatever it is. It’s hard to say what the hell Rook’s doing: he is still quite an enigma of a person; even Vil doesn’t know for sure (probably something shady, so Vil doesn’t really want to know). Rook also keeps hinting that Vil shouldy ditch all of his big projects and try directing an indie movie.

Riddle is also overworked and overstressed: despite the fact that he really wanted to become a lawyer when he was still at NRC, he did end up becoming a magical doctor like his parents wanted him to. He decided that it was the right thing to do, not only because of his parents, but also because this is such an important occupation only the most brilliant mages can handle. So right now he spends the majority of his time either studying medical literature or practicing at a very prestigious magical clinic, and he knows that he should be feeling proud of himself and satisfied because of doing something he was meant to do, but he can’t shake off this feeling of disappointment and emptiness. Thus, at some point he began to also study law whenever he has free time for that, and that makes him much happier. But the drawback of it is that he has literally no time to talk to any of his friends anymore, it’s like he defaulted to his pre-NRC situation. Trey (who is a pastry chef btw, we know he would be one) is very concerned but can’t do much about it, although he is one of the few people from the NRC Riddle still talks to occasionally.

Ironically, another person Riddle talks to from time to time is Floyd, because he accidentally found out where Riddle works and now visits him from time to time just to mess with him.

Deuce is also kind of disappointed in how things are going at his workplace (the Magical Police department): he realised that it’s much more corrupt than he expected it to be. He hangs out with Ace every day, and Ace always talks about how naive Deuce is and that no one is going to take him seriously if he keeps being so stupidly earnest and hardworking instead of just making “right” friends and bribing his way into the elite squad. It pisses Deuce off, because he knows that Ace is right, and also hearing that from someone who doesn’t really have a job is annoying.

Ace doesn’t have a job because he had a fight with his boss and left. So now he spends his days sleeping, providing hot takes for every situation, earning some money by doing magic tricks aaaand probably gambling.

Hmm, I also think all the first-year boys still talk to each other quite regularly even if they don’t live in the same area. Epel surely visits Deuce and Ace at least every couple of weeks, Jack probably does too. Sebek is less likely to do that though, he is way too busy.

It’s kind of difficult to say anything about Diasomnia, so I’ll leave them out for now. Leona is doing his Leona thing, probably still complaining about not being appreciated. I don’t know what Cater does, but I hope he is happy? He might be an influencer of sorts, but he’s usually a loner that becomes visibly animated when he reunites with his college friends. He is also definitely away from his family.

So yeah everyone has issues lol The only one who is 1000% thriving is Ruggie. Things are going well for Ruggie. Good for Ruggie! He deserved it.

Ehh, I think that’s all for now. It took so long to write this reply for some reason, but I hope reading it was somewhat fun.

Thank you for your question again <3

[pauking5]

THAT SNEAKPEAK ON THE SEIYA FIC??? PAU YOUr WRITING SKILLS ARE ✨INSANE✨ WTF

One reason I got so hooked on your stories is the way you are able to embody the characters of the people you write; like your writing is an extension of who they are instead of basing it on a ‘what if’ scenario. Like you make them feel alive. I mean, sure Enishi may be cold-blooded and thirsty for vengeance but he’s also a grieving boy missing his sister; and that our mophead Enishi is a side of him that could exist too (e.g., stubborn and playful)

I don’t know if you get it tho-

(I swear I don’t call Enishi by his name anymore because everytime I see Macken’s Enishi, our stubborn mophead is all I can think of)

I’m off to read the Overdrive fic you have because Macken’s character there is also 👨🏻‍🍳💋 I’m back to dropping here for my comments and just random yapping btw- I hope you won’t grow tired of me 😭

AnD WTF DID I FORGOT TO GREET YOU A HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎊 SKIES WHAT AM I THINKING- Happiest new year, Pau! Cheers to many more writings, learnings and breakdowns and laughters (and friendship) with you. We cry and laugh and learn and do the same process all over again because that’s the right response to the love that we are given.

Always with love 💛

— 🌻

double asks in the space of a day? well that's new. and don't worry about thinking you're too much because you're not. i love talking about writing and these characters and if there's anyone willing to spend time talking about them it's not yapping but time spent well :))

and believe me, i may be the one yapping more. this long reply is proof of it.

my writing skills are nowhere near insane but i try my best 🫠. i'm just really fixated on getting it to where it can reach and even better if i can even do that. i'm glad you're reading these with this much excitement. it gives my work meaning and that's really one of the best things to hear.

i was debating if i should spoil anything because there's not much about her yet, but as much as is there i can't keep to myself at all (that's why i asked you guys to ask for spoilers kdjdjdjdj). but i truly hope she will be as loved by you as it is by me.

i cannot do scenarios for people. even fictional, they are just as real to me as real people. they exist for more than the purpose of a story or a quick read to satisfy a craving. i treat every being like it has a soul because kindness transcends the real realm.

that man may have killed and committed heinous crimes but he's not just sin. creating fictional worlds, especially for already existing ones, is a chance to expand on that character beyond what that piece of media gave them. i don't just focus on one trait but look underneath it - the motives, the driving force behind their actions. those are just as important as the main act they engage in.

well that, and i happen to be a really deep person (as someone has told me recently). i understand that there's more than words and actions to a person. there's the way they think, the world that they live in inside their head, the way they perceive things. but all these are met with variables - defining events - that affect and impact them. these crush the stability of the world they built and the world they were used to before it happened. they perceive them in such way that it may change how they act but it doesn't change who they are.

you may have suffered great loss, but underneath that grief and numbness your world still exists the same way it used to exist. the boy that loved helping his sister cook, playing in the snow together, and watching over her is still in there. all enishi and tomoe had after their parents died was each other and nothing else, no one else. they didn't trust the world and didn't need it to intervene into their lives because as long as they had each other, they didn't need anything else.

after tomoe let someone in her life out of pure love, he saw what it did to her and swore it off completely. but that same love and kindness tomoe showed him, is the same love and kindness he showed her while she was still around. it still exists in him. it never ceased existing because it was a core part of him and what formed his personality as he grew up. his world was thrown into instability and chaos because after her passing, he tried to rely on the world but the world turned its back on him. he looked for that kindness and love but he found it nowhere.

one thing i may add is that it's written that he's a gemini, an air sign. air signs are known for flowing with the energies around them. they absorb it and rarely return it, but when they do it's through mirroring the behaviours of those around them. enishi was left alone in a warring world, where to catch the light of tomorrow day was a luxury. it was a world where you couldn't give love, like in the world tomoe built for him, but a world that took and took until it left people with nothing but poverty and pain. there was only death, anger and battle around him, which built into the world he knew little by little. so he absorbed what he saw and reflected it on the world. but by the repulsion he showed time and time again, he regretted every single bad thought, crime and anger he exerted on it. he tried to tear that world of love apart because he couldn't protect it. but that doesn't mean he succeeded and that it doesn't still exist, somewhere deep inside him.

in addicting taste, i gave enishi a person that is just like him - angry with the world for tearing her world of love apart. but she didn't want to tear it apart herself. she spent her life looking for her parents and did her best to keep building that world alone even if no one gave her love. she sought out the kove in the tiniest corners of light and held onto the menories she cherished of a time where her parents were still around. enishi shared those memories with his sister and they are usually what makes his humanity click back in.

when enishi found miyu he was reminded of tomoe. he saw how she lived alone, fought and fed herself by doing what she hated the most in the world, but she gave her everything to protect that kindness and love still in her even when she had every reason not to. she didn't let her actions warp that part of her into a monstrous power to provoke more violence and seek vengeance on the world, because she knows that won't bring her parents back any faster.

more than that, miyu showed enishi time and time again that world of love in him wasn't dead. it still exists, deep within him, but it exists. sometimes the sole existence of something is enough to prove that there is still something to fight for, even if the person you built it with does not feel the same about it anymore or they're gone.

her name is also a big hint to this that no one seemed to catch upon. miyu means kindness and hikari means light - the two things enishi's world were missing. her kindness holds the hand of his anger and gives it purpose for the better. her light embraces his darkness and makes it seen. the yuki in yukishiro stands for snow and snow is known to be pivotal to new beginnings not just endings. and that's on me working with symbolism and meanings because japanese people of all cultures don't just name people, they give them meaning before they even know what their meaning in life will be. i wanted to honor that a little.

there's more i would say but i don't wanna seem like a hypocrite for giving my characters actual hearts and souls lol. in case you want more character essays please do ask haha. i am here to provide.

just a heads up that the next addicting taste chapters are pretty heavy on the emotional side but they're proof that kindness and love can rebuild even the darkest of hearts back into a loving one. there's a lot that happens because enishi gives in to this world of love again. he is confused but with baby steps he makes things right, in the way only he knows how.

back to your message: yes i do think of him as my mophead too 🫠. the love i have for him is unparalleled with any i've ever had for any fictional character and sometimes it's what drives me to write. so i hope that by all that yapping up above i did get your point.

enjoy the overdrive fic baby! i know i've neglected her because life took a turn lately, but i am still actively working on it and i cannot wait for you to read what's coming. once addicting taste chapter 12 is done with she's my priority. i'm also working on other stuff within the cave walls so look out for those too.

and happy new year to you too my love! i hope that even if it started slow and agonising as fuck, it will blossom and become the best year you've had so far. trust the process, as they say.

thank you for coming by my sunflower. your notif literally made me smile brightly when it came through. always here for you.

- 💛

[forlix]

talking ab fallen star cos that fic consumed me when i first read it and consumed me again when i reread it earlier 🤚

firstly the way he kept his promise to bring mc to the airport it really broke me. it's so melancholic like there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one? you can still feel the love he has for t hemin the way he tiredly made his way to drive to their house and to the airport after he came back from his own long flight it honestly makes me insane.

i love how in the car there's this like faint and twisted idea of hope lingering between them. some part of them still longs for the other and it's right there they could just grab the very thing they yearn for but it's incomplete. it's not the same. honestly when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot? and ac i feel like they meant both of them are idiots for allowing themselves to end up in this awkward but necessary situation.

there are some unresolved feelings and unanswered questions while they sit in silence on the way to the airport, but the airport scene™️ gives them both the closure they need. they're not getting back together, no matter how much one might like, but the tension in the car shows a sliver of hope that they would and i feel like it really emanates in your writing and makes me as a reader reader hope for a happier ending as well. also the shaky "fuck" describes my feelings as i read this as well thanks btw 🥲

and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too. the worst part is there's no definitive point where they felt or "became" okay, because like you said, time is the best medicine and gradually mc just healed. but knowing that hyun is okay and has moved on kind of popped a bubble of reserved feelings and its not necessarily sad its just kind of disheartening or numbing?

idk how i started yapping sm lol i read wayyyy into this HAHAHA. i chose to analyze this instead of study for my finals ☝️🤓 but in conclusion, xian i love falling star and its yet another product of ur mindblowing sexy brain i love you so much bby and i js wanna say im so proud of you <3

when i tell u i saw this while studying (also for my finals) and it had my jaw on the floor my head in the clouds i couldn't focus for the LIFE of me afterwards. WDYM YOU WROTE ME AN ESSAY OF UR THOUGHTS ON MY WRITING? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY?? i love you so fucking much omg. thank u for sending this in my lovely star :') putting my VERY ramble-y response under the cut

"there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one" is soooo poignantly put and so so so correct. honestly him remembering the day and time of the flight was supposed to be a show of pettiness at first, like "you called me unreliable so here i am bitch" lmfaooo but let's be real you're right on the money with his real intentions. he was literally counting down the days until he had an excuse to see mc again.. he was also worried about the flight being so early and wanted to ensure their safety... AGGHHH not me hurting myself thinking ab this couple 😭

"when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot?" I LOVEEEE LOVE LOVE THIS? god u are a genius i adore you. i totally see this being the case. if i may add, maybe mc thinks they're an idiot because they reciprocate hyunjin's yearning even after everything that's transpired. like inward frustration that there are still feelings there? yeah. ur a genius.

about the slivers of hope after the car scene, i apologize for the lack of a happy ending love </3 the fic was definitely challenging (and saddening) but also refreshing to write. i really wanted to explore a couple that is well and truly doomed bc some of the relationships in our lives are doomed, yaknow? and you can recognize that and still have a lot of love for the person at the same time bc human beings are fucking complicated like that. but please consider this my official justification for posting something so depressing

"and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too." FUCKKKK NOT THE WEDDING PICTURE. this just made me frown irl. if i may add.....again..... what if they physically run into each other and that's how mc knows? at the start of the convo mc kinda feels the familiar stirrings again but it's more out of habit than anything. they talk for a bit and it's really pleasant and mc notices he has a ring on his finger and they realize they feel ✨ nothing ✨ about it anymore. but there's just an inkling of remorse remaining about the whole situation. like a passing thought of "maybe in a different universe we would've made things work"....haha.....fuck. BUT mc is happy hyunjin's happy, and mc is happy to have recovered, and life goes on

as for ur entire last paragraph i might actually cry, i'm so glad you love the fic and i truly do appreciate u taking the time to look into my fic this closely so so so much :'( you keep me going, I MEAN IT

[patheticcreation]

pmd au. i learned how to do readmores yay!

okay you (you my partner i am speaking to you rn sushi) would be a venipede. reason being i associated you with scolipede the longest, poison is a very youcore secondary typing, venipede feels like a 'starterish' pokemon (like how the mystery dungeon games have some options that arent starters sometimes, like shinx, vulpix, skitty, riolu, etc). also because i think itd be the cutest in art. id be a litwick I GUESSSS because its my fave forever. this is under the assumption we never evolve btw i never evolve my mystery dungeon duo. you'd wear your little exploration scarf as a bow like those stupid isopod pictures because venipede looks like a fucking thumb and i dont think anyone would be able to wrap a scarf normally around that thang. also youd like that wouldnt you. you'd be the designated 'partner' pokemon in the way that pmd partners all have adhd and also were always pokemon, born in the pokemon world etc. id take the protagonist role being a former human and whatever but i feel like this would be a pmd plotline where the the partner is the more lore-relevant one (like psmd). like i am just some random human dude who came here on Accident you're the one who has insane plot twists and the audience would cry over. our pmd au would have somehow even More gay tension than the canon ones do your little guy would have the most obvious crush on mine ever. i know humans in the pmd world is a divisive topic and i recently kind of realized humans are like straight up a thing in the pmd world; not a myth or a legend or extinct or anything like that but just straight up existing in the same world. assumedly with trainer culture like the main series games but it's really hard to tell considering nobody in the pmd series Ever mentions that kind of stuff which is probably why it took me until explorers to realize humans DO live in the same world. so because this is an au and i wanna have fun fuck you it takes place in a 'humans have been talked about but are not There, aka extinct/a myth/undiscovered' and my litwick guy specifically is from our earth, aka where the pokemon series is fiction. so with how much of a nerd about it i am they'd try and get a leg up in the world with all their knowledge but fail miserably because theory cant be equated to hands on practice or w/e and your little venipede guy would have to help. except for the first bit at least they'd have some kind of gay dynamic where my little rb-litwick would think hes sooo much better than your bug guy because he came from a world where bug types sucked in a fictional meta. gay little remarks like 'i could fry you right there where you stand bug boy' the inherent homoeroticism of a type advantage etc etc. i don't know what their inevitable rescue/expedition team name would be but considering your naming conventions and the fact I've named my teams: Team Hungry (dx) Team Bad Guys (explorers) Team Losers (gates) and Team gay gang (super) <- that replay was a few years ago and if i had to choose a team name for that game now itd probably be team wimp or weenie or whatever the schoolyard bullies call the prota/partner duo to fit in with the naming conventions of my other games' playthroughs) it probably wouldnt be too serious. theyd do the pmd thing where they move in together instantly at the start of the game. at the halfway point they'd start sleeping in the same bed because of one of their nightmares or whatever from whatever big bad is tormenting them in the plot. if it was a pmd game and had gameplay style like explorers instead of 'sentry duty' occasionally they'd have essentially date nights where you could get character development that would twist the knife further when one of them has to leave at the end of the game. i will add more when i think of more. god this post is so hard to read. god im gay. fuck. fuck. also welcome to my new tag 'funny silly gay faggot au' for specifically my gay lorebuilding shit

[chasedeys]

HELLO I AM HERE TO ASK ABOUT TREYMARR!!

Tell me your thoughts about their first pro bowl together back in Jan 23. It was right after they lost the AFC championship that year and everyone was so sad because we were a play away from making it back to the super bowl :( but it was the first pro bowl both of them attended (i think at least in trey's case) and it was in vegas and i'm sure they were both looking to forget and have a good time 😏 (please tell me more of your thoughts on the chain picture!! if i recall correctly trey did post it first, and then ja'marr reposted it in his story!)

TREYMARR!!!!! so so passionate about treymarr aughggghghuh thank you carmen for asking 🫶🫶

so you're saying their first pro bowl they attended together literally being each of their firsts ok. and it was after losing the afc championship therefore not making the super bowl. ok. so they were probably shaking off residual grief from losing but finding joy in being there together. ok. ok.

i want to expand on what i think of their dynamics first!!

i think it's primarily trey courting the absolute ever living shit out of ja’marr who is. unknowing of all this. and also terribly easily flustered by literally any thing trey does.

note that trey is soooo very sweet, mindful of boundaries, but also just the absolute ass. incapable of not teasing ja’marr. thinks ja’marr is cute as hell when he's all flushed and fired up and indignant and cursing at trey for messing with him. a bit of kindergarten pigtail pulling but of the emotionally mature variety if you will.

trey making ja’marr feel like a stupid kid with a crush again 😔 never been pursued like this (not that he knows he's actually being pursued) so he's just floundering around trying to figure out how the hell to handle all of trey hendrickson up in his space. the trey hendrickson who he's watched slip past tackles to bring down qbs with an ease that makes his mouth go dry btw. while trey is just constantly enamored by ja’marr's insane talent and also sheer inability to be chill about anything (cuteee as hell) therefore an easy target for him to needle on. which he does so with joy. just the idea of each of them sitting on the sidelines taking turns watching the other in the best possible seats and just going damn. nice.

and basically it's just trey being pushy and overly-familiar not in a way that's annoying or self entitled but more so in a way that’s like genuinely adoring ja’marr to bits that ja’marr just gets incredibly flustered instead of annoyed beyond belief?? both fucked from the get go basically.

okay so i looked up the first pro bowl pics to see if there's a pic of them side by side or even the uno chain and there isn't. whyyy do bengals never up their entire photos to their website. BUT ->

there are several pics of trey flexing OBNOXIOUSLY (so so attractively sorry i am really honestly just so predictable) and i have no idea how the pro bowl works if ja’marr and the rest of the non competing players watch others games or if they do their own games simultaneously (but that's stef behind trey no?) but if ja'marr were watching though!!

imagine trey flexing his shit and all the other players helpfully point out where ja’marr is so he can call on him and do the most jock boyfriend shit ever (point and flex and idk say this is for u babe lmao nah its probably just jeering on ja'marr to do as good as him or something incredibly annoying guaranteed to make ja’marr laugh and fume) while ja’marr surrounded by the rest of the receivers tries not to trip over thin air out of embarrassment and just the slightest bit really its nothing at all attraction. for trey fucking hendrickson. (known chronic DE-flirter-at-the-shittiest-times joe burrow felt the disturbance in the force and is crying laughing at him from wherever he was during that pro bowl day.)

ja’marr getting flustereddddd as hell and turning around to angrily unlock his phone and furiously text tb and tee how fucking annoying trey was being 😭😭 (tee and tb who were watching!!! with tee getting to be the prettiest wag getting thrown ja'marr's td ball!! did they go on for drinks after all together and they teased ja'marr over everything ehehehe)

just trey carrying his shit (technically during the 2nd one together no idea of the 1st but im assuming he did lmao) and flirting relentlessly and tucking ja’marr to his side oh my goodness…..oh my goodness y'all……..this is an actual pic that exists……….did trey drag ja'marr to his side first (overly familiar! but not annoying about it!!) and ja'marr automatically slung an arm around his waist and they just stayed that way wrapped around each other talking about whatever the fuck in the back of the afc huddle ouguhuhughugh what is the matter with them. or did ja'marr attach himself to trey first to try to get one up on him but got into a 'bit off more than he can chew' situation because trey instantly cradled him right back and won't let got for shit so now they're just stuck there unwilling to let go of each other first and growing more comfortable until they forgot what they were doing in the first place. crazy.

also sooo hilarious to think of everyone else squinting at these two (trey putting on ja’marrs CHAIN 😭) and coming to the stupid realization of ohhh they’re fucking! good for them!! good for them!!! stef nodding as ja’marr hands his shit to trey to carry like ‘that’s some good shit. get yourself a man who treats you like a princess the way you deserve.’ (sorry for the stray on stef like. he'd be the nearest one in the vicinity who would Get It you know like. back then 😭)

and i've mentioned in the tags of your compilation post about the uno chain!! howwww did he end up with it!!! was it like. him asking for it all of the sudden (???? why would he do that) and ja'marr was instantly flustered (i keep saying this sorry but) like why would you ask for that and took it off to give it to him on autopilot and trey instantly put it on and took a pic with it jesus okay. crazy if ja'marr took the pic for him or!! or ja'marr immediately ran away from sheer embarrassment to bother the rest of the players (who were all kind of incredibly doting on him as far as i saw lmao literal belle of the balllll) and trey was just completely and utterly pleased at wearing the chain (look!! at his face!!!! in the pic!!!! and the way he held it up and all grahhh adorable he's like incredibly handsome to me guys i can't help it) and trey asked their photographer to take a pic of him so proudly and tagged ja'marr and he REPOSTED it 💔💔 love that shit to bits

OR there's also another possibility that ja'marr asked for him to hold on to it for whatever reason (his turn playing and he couldn't wear the chain? idk) and he was all sure no problem id love to hold things for you and hold your hands and open doors for you and take care of you etc etc god get you a husband like trey hendrickson. big and bold and 100% willing to get bossed around. which ja'marr loves to do lol.

also the 2024 mic'ed up is so crazy to me bc you can clearly see trey's kindergarter playground ass flirting 😭 ripping away ja'marr's gloves mid talk with stef why the fuck is he always taking ja'marr's shit 😭 and ja'marr didn't do shit about it!!! he just went on talking to stef!!!! and the way the sour skittles thing got captured on camera and ja'marr was all 'he was trying to bully me. appreciate you guys having my back.' whatttt in the world was that. you two are not real people.

ja’marr said him and trey are always talking (casual and trash talks ofc) 🥰 probable exaggeration of course this is ja’marr getting cornered in an interview talking about a thing (his friendship with trey) unexpectedly so his mouth probably ran faster than his brain processed shit as he usually does but! totally believe they do talk and 80% of the time its pure unfiltered teasing from trey while ja’marr either fights back in the most zero effort possible way or ja’marr tries taking his own turn teasing trey only to fall short because treys all ‘🥰 hehe’ and that leads to ja’marr back to the baseline of flustered as all hell. (this is all sooo very self indulgent but! i love this deeply)

i have no idea if they were close because of the pro bowl or got close since before they went to it together. such a lovely thing to think of though of them getting closer because they're bengals rep 2 years in a row and the entire thing drove them closer <3 pro bowl couple <33

left is the closest one to a pic of them together for the 2023 pro bowl but there are pics of them on the 2024 pro bowl!!

there's so much more cute pics of ja'marr catching balls like a ballerina and trey flexing like nobodys business and there's justin and ja'marr and stef taking a pic of the afc receivers and so many more grahh adorable. the 2024 one also has sooo many good pics of ja'marr smiling so prettily and yapping at literally every player on that field. a pic of him and cj that i will always hold dear for the exact reason any of you are thinking lol.

also I'm too lazy to link it but if you look up the 2024 pro bowl mic'ed up moment you can see these two interacting with jessie bates iii and it's the cutest shitttt everrrrr. jessie couldn't stop ja'marr from making a tuddy and ja'marr was all 'i knew you were going to do that' bratty ass little brother that he is and then they were in a huddle together for some reason and trey was all 'all these years and he still couldn't stop you' or something like that and jessie said he was going to tackle ja'marr's ass after this and ja'marr was all 'that's crazy jess!' it was sooo cute to me 😭 this doesn't make as much sense to read wow but if any of you haven't seen it it's definitely worth a watch!!