#last grade i got back was also pretty low for what i usually get so i feel like i've now reached the point where i cant get away with

[teamfreelunch]

you know it's bad when even on the last day of the deadline when you dont have time to procrastinate anymore you still can't focus

[literaryavenger]

I Can't Believe That Idiot Got Into My Head - ch. 1

Summary: It's just a regular Tuesday morning when Steve decides to fuck with your head.

Pairing: Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, Platonic!Bruce Banner x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Teasing. My poor attempts at being funny. Not much for this one, really.

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I'm so excited for this! Enjoy the first chapter, I hope it's not too tedious but it gives a lot of background info that will come back later. Happy New Year again, by the way!

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You sigh as you walk into the lecture hall where your History class is, coffee in hand, already tired of this week and it’s only Tuesday.

You sit down in your usual seat and take out your laptop, taking notice that Steve, Bucky and Sam, the only ones of your friends that take this class with you, aren’t here yet.

Looking at the time you realize it’s still pretty early, so you take advantage of the peace an quiet to start your homework for other classes due next week as you wait for your friends and the professor to show up.

After about 10 minutes, Steve comes in, sits next to you and smiles at you. “Hey, beautiful.” He says in a playful tone, like he always does.

“Hi, Stevie.” You say while chuckling.

Steve is a bit of a flirt with you, but only because you both know he doesn’t really think of you that way; You tried dating freshman year but realized you were better off as friends. Still, he feels more comfortable with you than with other girls, so he flirts with you a lot while he’s pretty shy around girls he actually likes.

He gives you a charming smile and looks at the computer screen to see what you’re doing. “What’s up, nerd?”

“Not your grades, jackass.” You tease him back with a grin.

“That was uncalled for, you jerk!” He chuckles and then, when he notices you’re doing homework for other classes, he frowns. “Shouldn’t you be studying History?”

“I already handed in my essay, so I thought I’d get ahead on my homework for next week.” You explain, your eyes still on the essay you’re writing for your advanced lit class.

“You do know that you're not supposed to finish all your homework, right?” He looks at you in mock disbelief and scoffs. “That's against what the college experience is all about… You’re supposed to be irresponsible about studying until the deadline is almost up only to panic and start studying at like midnight.”

You finally look at him and laugh, his expression so shocked you’d think you told him you killed someone. 

“That might be the way you jocks do it, but doing it my way allows me to go out and have fun and get drunk every single weekend without worrying about failing.” You say playfully, teasing him about being a football player.

Almost all the guys in your friend circle (Steve,Tony, Bucky, Thor, Clint, Sam, Scott and Pietro) are on the university’s football team, and Steve is the Quarterback. only Loki and Bruce aren’t, while you, Natasha and Wanda are cheerleaders and you’re the head cheerleader.

Steve crosses his arms and tries to act annoyed to keep the joke going, though he can’t help but chuckle. “And it allows you to be an obnoxious know-it-all. That's why you can’t keep a boyfriend.”

“Ouch!” You say while dramatically putting a hand above your heart, pretending he actually wounded you. “Low blow, Rogers.”

You laugh together, it’s not like it bothers you, you’re not ashamed that you don’t have a boyfriend and you know Steve is only teasing. So you tease him back.

“Didn’t think you’d stoop so low.” You shake your head, pretending to be disappointed. “You’ve been spending way too much time with Tony.”

“Don’t act like you’ve never told me about how many of my girlfriends were dumb as bricks.” He rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “Also, you think Tony’s the one who spends too much time with me?” He raises an eyebrow at you, and you know where he’s going with this. “Who was the one that came with me to the Super Bowl last weekend?”

“Guilty as charged.” You say while chuckling as you think how much fun you had last Sunday together when he took you to the Super Bowl because neither Bucky nor Sam could make it. “But, in my defense, some of your past girlfriends were dumb as fuck since they only wanted you because you’re the team’s quarterback and not because of the amazing person you are.”

It may sound flirty, but you’re just being honest. Steve may be hot, but he’s also really caring, sweet and one of your best friends. It’s a shame a lot of girls can’t see past his football player status.

The fact that you said that still surprises him, though. He smiles a bit, not expecting you to point out how shallow the girls who only date him for his status are. Though he quickly hides it, acting like a jerk again.

“You say that like you're any different. You're the head cheerleader and you're a goddess. The only reason anyone would want to date you is because of your beauty.” He says it with a playful grin, just trying to mess with you.

“Which is why I’m single.” You reply back playfully. You know you’re in his same situation but, unlike him, you stay away from dating unless you know the person actually likes you for you.

“Most guys on campus think I’m dating you, though.” You add absentmindedly while looking back at your computer. “You know, because of the whole ‘head cheerleader and quarterback’ thing. It also doesn’t help that you flirt with me relentlessly.” You chuckle.

It’s not like it bothers you, but he does flirt with you a lot in front of other people that don’t understand that both of you just see each other as friends. Which is also why a lot of girls hate you, and a lot of Steve’s past girlfriends had a problem with your friendship. Thankfully, Steve never let any of them influence the way he acts around you.

“Let them think what they want.” He says with a cocky grin, before his face quickly turns serious. “Actually, there is a guy on campus that asked me if you had a boyfriend.”

“Do I even want to know?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you look back at him.

“Probably not, but I’m going to tell you anyway.” He leans forward, pretending to whisper in your ear just to be dramatic about it. “His name starts with ‘T’ and ends with ‘ony Stark’.”

You let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding in and groan when you realize he’s just messing with you, the jerk.

“You’re fucking with me.” you roll your eyes and look back at your computer.

You both know Tony doesn’t see you like that. He’s had a massive crush on this girl Pepper since freshman year, even if he’d never admit it out loud. But your whole friend group is aware of it. 

You personally have some classes with her, but you’re not exactly friends. Still, you think she’s a pretty cool person, though she’s friends with girls you don’t really care for.

Steve laughs at your reaction. “Yeah, I know, but the look on your face was priceless.”

You roll your eyes again, focusing on your essay for a minute before his voice captures your attention again. “But now that we’re on the subject… Who do you think likes you?”

“You mean besides every guy on campus with a cheerleader fantasy?” You ask playfully with your eyes still on your computer.

“Besides that, you dork.” He says chuckling. “I mean… Out of all the guys in our friend group… Who do you think likes you?”

You suddenly stop writing on your computer, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “Do you know something I don’t?” You ask him suspiciously.

“I might…” He says casually, shrugging before adding. “Let’s just say that a certain friend of ours has been asking about you quite a lot.”

“Are you gonna tell me who it is?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at his cryptic answer.

“Nope.” He grins. “You’ll need to guess.”

“You’re having way too much fun with this.” You tease him while looking back at your laptop, not really in the mood to play this game right now.

“That’s because you’re gonna go crazy trying to figure it out.” He chuckles and turns to look at the window as if he’s thinking. “Do you want a hint?”

“Fine, I’ll bite.” You say with a sigh, your essay completely forgotten now. “Give me the damn hint.”

He chuckles and thinks for a moment, before carefully saying, “The guy in question is the opposite of me in pretty much everything.” he stays vague, not really trying to make it too obvious to you.

You frown. The first name that immediately pops into your mind is Bucky. 

Everyone on campus knows they're complete opposites; sure, they're both tall, muscular dudes with blue eyes, but Steve is blonde, sunny, outgoing and friendly, while Bucky is a brunette, brooding, closed off and more of the shy type. Yet somehow they're best friends, almost brothers. Everyone thinks they're the Yin and Yang of best friends. 

But that can't be who Steve's talking about, right?

Before you can answer, Bucky and Sam come into the lecture hall and take a seat next to you, Bucky on Steve's other side and Sam on yours.

When they arrive, both you and Steve quickly try to look like he hasn’t said anything at all, but Bucky and Sam quickly realize that something is up by the way he’s acting and by the fact that you’re clearly only pretending to be focused on your laptop just to not look at them. 

Sam gives you a curious look but doesn't say anything, knowing that if something’s up you will probably tell them later. Bucky, on the other hand, just glares at Steve. He knows him too well and he knows that Steve was probably messing with you.

Thankfully, before anyone can say anything, the professor comes in and the History class starts. Although, admittedly, this is one time that you’re having trouble concentrating because damn Steve got in your head.

After a few minutes of lecture, Steve leans over to talk to you quietly, so the others couldn't hear him. 

“So, have you figured out who it might be yet”? He says it with a devious grin, enjoying the fact that you’re now stuck thinking about it during the whole class.

“I hate you.” You whisper back but the small smile on your face makes it clear that you don't mean it.

He lets out a small chuckle. “So, that’s a no.” He says it in a playful, cocky tone.

“I'm trying to pay attention, if you don't mind.” You say playfully while nodding towards the professor who's giving his lecture undisturbed.

“Alright, alright.” He lets out a small chuckle. “I'll let you pay attention to the class.” 

He leans back on his chair, acting like he didn't do anything to make you curious about who might like you. Though, he has no idea how distracted you really are now, only one thought clear in your mind.

I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

After your class ends, you gather your stuff as fast as you can. “I gotta get to chemistry.” You say to the guys as an excuse and quickly walk out, which is not really a lie since you do have chemistry class next. 

You walk into the lab and find Bruce already sitting there, so you sit next to him since you're lab partners.

Bruce is already working on something, and when you sit he doesn't say much, he just nods to acknowledge your presence as he continues to work on whatever he’s doing.

He seems to notice that you look distracted as you put on your goggles and he says to you quietly. “You good?”

“Yeah, just Steve being a jackass.” You joke. Bruce knows as much as you how much Steve likes to joke and he knows you don't really think Steve is a jackass.

“Classic Steve.” He chuckles and nods before going back to working on your chemistry project.

He's pretty good at picking up when something is troubling you without you having to actually say it, though, so a few minutes later, he speaks up again.

“Are you sure that it was just Steve being a jackass?” He says in a genuinely concerned tone.

“I'm okay, Brucie.” You tell him with a smile, grateful for his concern but it's not needed right now. You shift the focus back to your project, helping him make progress.

He just gives you a smile when he realizes you don't want to talk about it but doesn’t push it. He knows that you will tell him when you feel like it. So, instead, he focuses back on the project too.

Half hour into working on the project, he turns to you and says. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what is it?” You ask a little distractedly while you keep my attention on your project with a small frown as you try to fix the formula in your notebook.

He sighs and looks down. “Well, you know how Steve likes to tease you a lot, right?”

“Yeah?” You say back, not sure where he's headed with this. “So what?”

“Well, I guess what I'm trying to ask you is…” He looks up to you again. “Do you think all those times he was teasing you, he was just being annoying or…” He trails off, not sure how to finish his question.

That finally catches your complete attention and you put down the beaker in your hand. “Or what? He likes me?” You ask incredulously as Bruce nods.

“Steve doesn't like me like that.” You say with no hesitation. “We dated for like a week back in freshman year and we both agreed it didn't work. He just teases and flirts because he's comfortable with me. I'm one of his best friends.” You say casually while picking the beaker back up and continuing to work on your project.

That's not exactly the reaction Bruce expected. “Wait… you dated?” He raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued as he looks at you with a curious grin.

“Yeah, it was before we had our friend group.” You say absentmindedly. “He was cute and all, so we went on a few dates and got along pretty well, but after one kiss we realized there weren't any romantic feelings there.”

That's actually how your friend group started: Steve introduced you to Bucky and Sam, then they joined the football team and you became a cheerleader where you met Nat and Wanda and you all just kind of started to hang out together. 

Then the guys got closer with some of the other football players on the team, so Thor, Scott, Tony and Clint added to the mix, Pietro too since he’s also Wanda’s brother. Loki joined you just because he was Thor’s brother, but you all ended up getting along, and you introduced Bruce to the group since you’ve been lab partners since Sophomore year. Then, lastly, Vision started hanging out with you when he started dating Wanda, but he’s not that much into ‘the friend group’ thing, as he once put it.

Bruce is silently surprised by the fact that Steve and you dated, his attention locked on you as he says, “So… I take it that you see Steve as nothing more than a friend? Even with all the flirting?”

“It doesn't bother me,” You shrug. “I know he doesn't mean it. And it helps him practice too, he used to be so shy around girls.” You point out before chuckling. 

“I mean, he still is around girls he likes, but, trust me, it used to be much worse.”

Bruce chuckles. He knows Steve can be shy, he can’t imagine him being even shyer. “Well, he certainly seems more comfortable flirting with girls and talking to girls he is interested in now.”

He then pauses for a moment, thinking about what you two just talked about before speaking up again. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure.” You say while you keep working on your project that he doesn’t seem to be as interested in today as he is in your love life.

He sighs for a moment, seemingly hesitating when he finally asks his question. “Have you ever thought about dating anyone from the group lately?”

Your face gets a pink hue and you try your best not to stutter, the question completely unexpected. 

“Uhm… Maybe.” You say cryptically, but making it clear that you don't really want to talk about it.

Bruce has no trouble reading your reaction and, with how close you two are, he is even more curious about it since you haven’t mentioned anything to him. “Can I ask who?”

You look at Bruce and sigh. He's always been a very good friend to you and you have no reason not to trust him. You know he would never tell anyone a secret, even your friends. 

“Well, maybe… Maybe lately I've been thinking about how cute Bucky is…” You say quietly, your eyes down on the formulas you're working on.

Bruce is surprised by your answer. The thought had certainly crossed his mind, but he didn't think that you would be interested in Bucky.

His expression changes to a smirk and you internally groan, immediately regretting saying anything. 

“Bucky, huh?” He teases you a bit more than he usually would, knowing that he can. “I would've thought that you would've been more interested in Tony.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Why does everybody keep saying that? We all know Tony's head over heels for Pepper, even if he'd never admit it.”

Bruce laughs at your comment. “Okay... let's forget that for a second.” He has a mischievous grin on his face, since he loves teasing you. Though, he always makes sure not to go over the line.

“So, what do you like about Bucky? Is it his eyes? The fact that he's handsome? His big muscles?” He's definitely doing his best to tease you right now.

“Okay, maybe you're the one with a crush.” You tease him back before actually taking a moment to think about the answer.

Bucky’s always been kind of a mystery, and maybe that’s part of the appeal, and he’s certainly hot, but… Truth is, the more you know him, the more you like what you discover about him.

“I know he seems like this hot, broody, intimidating football player,” You start quietly, looking at the beaker in your hands. “but when you get to know him, he's sweet and funny and caring and sensitive… He's a lot of things.” you finish, your mind filling with all the memories you have of Bucky, both with your friend group and those rare times it was just the two of you.

Bruce can't help but chuckle with a smirk on his face. “So, you definitely have a thing for Bucky then, huh?” He's enjoying this immensely, and he still has a smirk on his face as he decides to tease you a bit more.

“And here I thought that you would prefer someone more muscular, like Thor.” He can't help but grin mischievously when he says this. He's definitely enjoying this too much for your taste, so tease him right back.

“We both know Thor is more your type.” You say with a grin, knowing Bruce has had a crush on Thor since forever.

He raises an eyebrow, seeming surprised that you called him out like that. 

“Oh, so now I'm the one who has a crush on someone!” He chuckles. “Thor's not my type, thank you very much.”

He looks down and smiles, he can't really deny it and he knows you know it. “Besides, he's not one to date anyone, we both know that.”

“Maybe that's because no one he likes has tried to date him…” You say cryptically. 

You’re convinced Thor and Bruce are both crushing on each other, but they're both too chicken to actually do something about it. Maybe you should take matters into your own hands.

Bruce's eyes narrow for a second, as if he's suspicious of what you just said and he clears his throat. “Well, maybe no one has tried to date him because nobody would think that Thor would be interested in them, right? And who's to say that someone like you hasn't tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected by him?” Bruce tries to play it cool, but you can see right through him.

“Oh, trust me. A lot of girls like me have tried to flirt with Thor and got rejected. I guess they just weren't his type.” You say with a grin, enjoying the way Bruce is blushing at what you’re implying.

Bruce turns his head away completely, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by your words. He clears his throat before he lets out a small chuckle. “So, you're telling me that just because Thor rejected all those girls before, it means he’s just waiting for the right one?”

“Or maybe it's not about waiting for the right girl.” You try to drop a hint, but it seems like, as bright as Bruce is, he's not getting what you’re insinuating. Or he’s pretending not to.

“So, what do you think he's waiting for? The right guy then?” He chuckles, finding the whole idea funny. Especially since he has no clue that you're actually trying to play matchmaker, something he never suspected you would do, but the idea is already forming in your mind.

You shrug casually. “I don't know.” Is all you say but, before he can say anything else, your class is over. “I have engineering next. See you at lunch?” you ask Bruce since everyday your group of friends has lunch together.

He nods, still unsure about what to make out of your answer, though he decides to drop it for now. “Yup. See you at lunch.”

Bruce packs his things and heads out of the lab. He still has an hour before lunch and he's definitely still curious about what your answer meant and what you might have been implying. 

He can’t help but think, I can’t believe that idiot got into my head.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just to emphasize how much of a left turn “Saw X” is for the franchise, you need to consider what “Saw” is to most people. Aside from the first movie which has been mostly re-evaluated as a decent thriller that was more focused on story than gore, the series has been criticized for being an excuse to show off people being mutilated in the worst ways possible. The series has been credited as a “pioneer” in the torture porn label, which you can’t really argue due to it being mostly true for the sequels. The series has also never been a critical darling (all the movies before X have all had negative Rotten Tomatoes scores), which I think contributed to the series’ image as low-grade torture porn.

As the story got more convoluted and frustrating, the more the series seemed to focus on killing people. For me, I started noticing this when the 4th movie featured a trap that didn’t really have a purpose in the story (the mausoleum trap with Art Blank). That trap felt more like the makers wanted to do a really brutal scene and didn’t care if it made sense.

Main characters would only last one movie. It was pretty much useless getting attached to any protagonist since they usually got axed off by the end of the movie. Because protagonists kept getting killed off, further sequels tended to focus on characters who played more minor roles. Rigg is probably the best example of this since I’m pretty sure no one was expecting this character to be a protagonist. Point I’m making here is that character development was essentially useless since protagonists were just glorified cannon fodder.

Then there’s the unfortunate existence of “Saw 3D”, which made the series look like it was just trend-chasing.

The series died for a few years. It then tried to come back with “Jigsaw” and “Spiral”, which the makers claimed to be a reinvention of the series that would renew interest in the franchise. Instead, they were both just sorta lackluster and didn’t really convince people that Saw was worth revisiting.

So, “Saw X” clearly had an uphill battle. But lo and behold, the movie gets released and ends up being:

1) A surprisingly good character piece centered around Jigsaw and Amanda. Yes, there are still death traps and gore, but the focus on story and character development is definitely felt more in this installment.

2) The only “Saw” movie with a positive Rotten Tomatoes score. In general, seeing positive critical reception about a “Saw” movie is crazy to me.

3) An actual, successful reinvention of the franchise since it’s centered around Jigsaw instead of having him be the mastermind in the background. Just by being a straightforward thriller instead of a convoluted horror-mystery is enough to distinguish this from the other 9 movies.

Kudos to “Saw”. This is why in one of my posts last night, I called it one of the greatest redemption arcs I’ve seen in horror. It’s the TENTH installment in a series that’s been critically savaged its entire lifetime, it shouldn’t have succeeded. But here we are.

[starlightsuffered]

Best Friend’s Brother

Info - mention of drinking, jealousy, guilt, best friends brother

Zimra and I were best friends. We’d been friends since our ninth grade year and now we were in eleventh. Zimra’s older brother Zeffirelli was a year above us.

I supposed I’d always found Zeffirelli cute. I liked his passion, his wild hair, and piercing eyes. He had the most creative ideas. He loved chess and his cigarettes. I found his speeches interesting when they were usually called long winded.

I’d had a small crush on him for a bit now. The past couple months he and I had gotten closer. I’d joined the chess club and Zimra had been having parties more often. This meant that I was over much more often. I felt jealous of Juliette, who seemed to be his main rival. He was always just kind to me.

I wondered what kindness meant from a boy like him. Surely, he was the type to desire intrigue, competition, or a chase. He was likely the type who wanted to convince a girl to be his. He would probably love to sway a mind.

Last night I’d stayed the night with Zimra. She had been stood up for a date. I’d brought over some alcohol I’d pinched from my older sister. We’d attempted to do a spa night and relax to make her feel better. Unfortunately, Zimra, feeling depressed, had snuck extra drinks. She’d gotten wasted pretty fast since she was slight like her brother.

I’d rubbed her back while she’d puked in the toilet. I’d made sure she got to bed alright. She was turned on her side so she wouldn’t choke. Her sound machine made the sounds of a thunderstorm. I also made sure water and pain killers were placed on her bedside table.

I wandered downstairs to get some food in the morning. Zimra’s mother was out of town. I was surprised to catch Zeffirelli making some pancakes,

“Is Z coming down?” He asked. I shook my head and yawned. I sat on the stool by the kitchen bar. I laid my head down in exhaustion.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Zeffirelli said next.

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” I said gratefully.

“Alright then,” he grinned. He flipped the pancakes and whistled a tune I didn’t know. I enjoyed watching him cook. He moved fluidly. He was so elegant, all long limbs, wild hair, and soft skin.

“I have to tell you something,” she said slowly as he slid the blueberry pancake onto the plate. He pushed the meal towards me. He also handed over the syrup once he was done with it.

“Yes?” I asked. I felt silly as I tried to cut my pancake elegantly. I didn’t even know what that even would entail.

“I-I am doing this new thing where I always tell the truth. I also am apologising to those I feel deserve it,” he explained awkwardly.

I took a bite of his delicious breakfast. It was savoury and sweet and nearly melted in my mouth. He let out a long sigh before I could compliment his abilities.

“I, well, y/n,” he started. He ran a hand through his messy hair. I kept my eyes on him and waited.

“I have had a crush on you for quite a long time. I think you are just the sweetest thing in the world. I know it’s so bad, because you are my little sister’s best friend-“

“I have a crush on you too,” I blurted.

“Wait really?” He asked giddily. He looked at me with the goofiest and most adorable smile I’d ever seen. Then it fell dramatically.

“No, I shouldn’t be happy.”

“You can be happy,” I smirked and leaned across the island. I let my shirt collar ride low. I enjoyed when his eyes flickered down and he gulped.

“It, it isn’t right,” he stuttered.

“Come on Zeffirelli,” I crooned.

“Come on what?”

“Come here,” I coaxed. He moved as if he was out of control of his body. He was soon nose to nose with me.

He leaned forward and pecked my lips experimentally. He looked fiercely dreamy. He touched his lips as if I’d blessed them. I giggled. His gaze snapped to me when I did and he melted.

“I want to do that again so fucking badly,” he swore under his breath.

“Alright then love bug,” I replied. I yanked him to me by the leather jacket he wore. It was ridiculous to wear inside but I loved it all the same. I pressed my lips firmly to his. Our mouthes slotted together perfectly. His large hands moved to cup my face. I felt goosebumps all over. Every time he tried to pull away, I drew him back in. He would make a small adorable noise, and accept my affections.

I was drunk on his lips. My heart was pounding like a drum. My body thrummed with excitement. Everything inside me was on fire with delight. I loved this more than I could express.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Zimra’s voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs. We jumped apart as though electrocuted. We were both hot with guilt and embarrassment.

“I told you,” Zeffirelli murmured.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[mjrtaurus]

Decided to channel my inner not-angst todayand bring to you what I think the Monkey D Family is wearing to the beach! With visual aids! (The colours of the outfits are subjective honestly, I picked them more for the vibe)

Garp:

Let’s be real: any time he’s not in uniform, he’s dressed for the beach. Hawaiian print shirt, cut off jeans with fluff, and shoes if he’s feeling it. Has the single most ridiculous old pair of sandals he’s had before Dragon was born that he still wears to this day like a true dad. You can usually find him roughhousing with the family or grilling.

Urpi:

(Why yes I did steal this from the 2009 Ne-Yo ‘When You're Mad’ music video how did you know??). An open backed shirt with a long skirt and wedge heels, simple and easy. She'd also probably have a sunhat and some chunky sunglasses to complete the look™️. You can usually find her reading on the blankets or absolutely murdering everyone at beach volleyball.

Dragon:

Don’t be fooled, he’s still got his cloak with him but he’d rather not over heat. The long hooded vest suits him well and allows his wings to breathe with showing them off to the whole beach. Some random passerby tells him he’s kinda dressed like Strawhat Luffy and a little drizzle follows. You can usually find him chilling on some large rocks or collecting seashells.

Dadan:

Rarely does she get an opportunity nowadays to dress more frilly so you know she’s taking this one! Her cute crop top and long flowing skirt billowing in the breeze makes her feel like a princess but that only last until she inevitably gets bothered. She might yell at everyone to shut up but she’s definitely having fun too! You can usually find her making the drinks or chasing after some troublesome youngins.

Kuzan:

Almost came in a Speedo but was vehemently vetoed by popular vote so he came in this instead. He even manages to stay awake for 45% of the day! He was just too excited! His dumbass is definitely going to try to surf (I mean duh he goes on water all the time he’s obviously gonna be great at surfing!) despite even more protesting. Thankfully Camel is on standby with his little bucket hat and first aid kit. You can usually find him wiped out in the water or snoozing in a lounge chair.

Garp is allowed nowhere near the volleyball team because his need to have a Good Time gets wild REAL fast. When it comes to grilling, though? Man is legendary. If Urpi and Dragon are mistress and master of the kitchen, Garp is the master of the grill. He knows how to cook anything, but his specialty is a coffee ground steak cooked medium rare. Has people come running from all over the beach.

He’s the epitome of vacation dad, in his sporty shades, hawaiian print shirt, cutoff shorts, and ancient sandals. The pair of tongs in one hand complete the look.

Urpi is wearing those nice and soft linens. Jewelry she’s made from woven cords, chunky turquoise beads, and cowries. The shells clink so nicely as she walks. The open back and sleeveless top shows the intricate patterns inked into her skin. She’s turning heads and Garp is watching it happen with a huge grin because her? He married her. He married her and he’s gonna be adorable and insufferable about.

Urpi loves the way Garp looks at her. Especially when she crushes every volleyball match.

Dragon is perched on the rocks by the tide pools, the long hem of the vest splayed out behind him like a veil. He usually wears a pair of sandals with his casuals, but when it comes to the beach he prefers to go barefoot. He’s got his hair tamed down into a very messy low bun so it doesn’t obstruct his view of all the colorful invertebrate creatures that call the tide pools home.

Dadan usually keeps under the umbrellas or is slathered in the highest grade sunscreen she can get her hands on. Poor woman burns quicker than sin and she really isn’t too keen on melanoma. She carries a parasol with her that- fun fact- makes for a convenient improv weapon. It also makes her feel very classy and pretty.

She walks in the shallows, but never ventures out further. The sea… it’s not for her. She prefers the earth beneath her feet to the unsteadiness of a ship.

Kuzan looks sporty as hell, but that man is a definition beach bum. He’s snoozing on the lounge chairs. He’s snoozing on the beach towels. He’s snoozing on his damn surfboard out in the water. He’s snoozing while the kids are building a sandcastle on top of him… man is snoozing.

But when he’s not he’s shredding those waves.

[tasty-littl-snack]

Hey there! First of all, love the account! I don't lurk as much in the watcher fandom (not cause I hate them, I just have another fandom I am currently highly fixated on XD)

But my God. I will not get people/audiences that does not want their creators to grow or evolve from their craft. I keep getting peeved with people of not liking their overproduced stuff and reprimanding them for like "using a lot of money and effects when we only wanted a camera and your presence"

Like I get that they love their audience and those audiences love their past work, but since when did fandoms dictate what a creator wants to make and how to make it?! Absolutely insane to me. Some of them need to move on.

Hi! Thank you for the message it's nice to see that someone enjoys what I'm posting I really appreciate it.

I agree with what you're saying honestly, and especially the comments on ghost files alone being like "this is better than ghost files you should make more of this because ghost files is overproduced that you should fire your crew and do things alone always" is like... very backhanded compliment of the people saying this.

Like yes Ryan said that he's proud of what he made and it really is a good show, but it's not because he had one single camera (even that isn't true, like the shot from the airport is him joking about "travelling light" with only 5 bags to have the entire equipment. He uses his Iphone as a static cam but that's still 2-3 cameras if not more. But of course there's shots of him having one camera on himself so there's the illusion of him just going with an iphone cam and investigating alone.

The fact that people fall for that, only shows that Ryan is very talented at making videos. I think that Ghost files alone is great but not because of the low production but because Ryan had a plan for this show and knew what he wanted to prove with it. The heart he puts in it and his geniuine curiosity about ghosts is what's good about the show. The footage is of very high quality and those cameras aren't free. So while Ghost Files Alone cosplays a lower production youtube video of "just a guy with a camera" and a bit of vlogging it made people think that it's "back to the roots of bfu" or whatever.

I am a watcher fan and discovered them with ghost files and I've been blown away by the production value. I love the things people consider "overproduced" because there's not much of that on youtube and it's unique to me. So maybe I don't have the nostalgia that comes with watching them for years like others. But even when my fave youtuber that I followed for a long time upped his production value the last thing I'd do is complain. I don't really get that argument to be honest. Like "Ohh nooo I'm gonna have to watch well produced shows on youtube for free in 4k with good color grading and great microphones" like what is your problem here?

And the fun thing about watcher is that they went to the bfu channel and made a bfu collab video in december 2024. And even then they sat in the boonker and had their set and everything. The only thing different about that is the buzzfeed editing which is pretty jarring to watch after all these years. Like there really isn't going back to the old times.

I feel like people are entitled and feel like they can tell them what to do because usually for youtubers you have that audience-creator feedback that's not very common in other mediums. So the entitlement comes from the fans because they got used to it. It also comes from the usual disrespect people have for service workers and other people that they pay money for. In this case of course the currency isn't money but their attention (or whatever data youtube gathers when you watch a video and the advertisements and whatever), so they feel like "we ""paid"" you so now you have to listen to us". And when watcher dared to ask for actual money it's like "wait no you're just entertainment in the background why would I actually pay for it". It doesn't matter that watcher puts effort in their videos and they're meant to be watched, from the perspective of average person not respecting people in the service industry it's very easy to be like "I pay you so you have to do what I want". So I think that's where that comes from.

I don't know it's very easy to say "don't like don't watch". The problem with ex-watcher/bfu stans is that they loudly need to announce "Btw I'm not watching those greedy assholes and you're a loser if you do". And when you try to point out that they are still uploading things to youtube then you're apparenly being a loser for idk, being a fan of something.

I really wish they moved on and find something better to do with their time.

[tayloralisonswift]

i saw your post from like 15 minutes ago and i wanted to ask, are you comfortable with people online asking about your experiences with bipolar/mental health in general? usually i'm too afraid to ask about sensitive subjects, but i guess if i ask then it's totally your choice whether or not to answer

and if you're comfortable, what is your current experience like? what info would you tell someone who wants to be a better friend to you?

rooting for you and sending love always <3

hi love! this is a VERY long post, apologies in advance and thank you for asking.

you said it perfectly, because yes i am comfortable answering questions (part of my post last night was encouraging it), but also if i'm ever not comfortable with a question i can choose not to answer. if asked kindly/in good faith, i don't see anything wrong with a person asking. it means a lot that someone cares enough to ask!

disclaimer: this is my experience with my bipolar. other people will have other experiences, and you can ask them!

so i have this fun form of bipolar called "rapid cycling", and i am currently cycling faster than my psychiatrist is used to seeing (i got a good grade in bipolar, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve.) rapid cycling involves undulating between states (you've got mania, depression, stasis/stability, and mixed states - which are what they sound like, a mixture of depressive and manic symptoms.) because i'm currently in the midst of med changes that won't take effect for at least another month, my mood disorder is pretty much on its own to fend for itself, and like i said, it's cycling quickly right now. usually, like in the past two years, i'll cycle like a month or two depressed, a week or two days stable, three to four weeks manic, repeat. right now it's like, three days of mania one week of depression three days of mania, repeat. this is very hard to manage because i have to try and take care of myself with very little preparation for dips or highs.

for me, depressive episodes look like physical exhaustion (i take multiple naps throughout the day and need to go back to bed within an hour or two of being awake), ruminating about self loathing, and i get this fog where like, it's hard to smile. and even if in my head i'm smiling it's hard to get it to happen on my face. (like the other night, my mom was doing silly dances to try to and make me smile and i just. couldn't do it for a solid 20 minutes.) when i'm very low, this happens on steroids and it's hard to move my body even as i'm yelling at it to in my head. i usually just lay on the floor most of those days.

my manic episodes look like spendingspendingspending. i won't give the amount, but when i told my new psychiatrist about the most i've ever spent in one week, she said, "that's mania if i've ever heard of it". (i got another good grade in having bipolar, something that is normal to want and possible to achieve!) mania also involves lots of fast movement. my body has to be moving at all times. even more so, my mouth has to be moving at all times. i talk very, very quickly, and very, very extensively. my family members have to warn me that i'm talking so fast they don't understand what i'm saying. but my thoughts are going at the speed of light so i gotta relay them that quickly. mania looks like lots of risky and self destructive behaviors - excessive drinking, smoking, risky sex - all of those can be mania. a manic episode is not just one 'bad' or impulsive decision, and it's not happy. i also decide i'm going to do a bunch of big huge things in a short amount of time - if i ever say "ok i'm FINALLY writing a poetry book and i'm doing it this week" honestly i'm manic.

a mixed episode is the most dangerous, and it's the one doctors are most concerned about, because you have the energy and motivation to do something and you have the depressive thoughts that tell you to do something bad. this is where ideation thrives. it's very scary to be in that.

and i want to emphasize that, for me at least, i can often figure out when i'm in one of these episodes. it takes work but most of us are self aware enough to recognize it. that doesn't make an episode less powerful, but we aren't infants who don't understand our disorder.

i think the most important thing you can do for a friend with bipolar is ask them about their experience and listen. everyone is different - this is just my experience, and really the only thing you'll find that sums up all of our experiences is the DSM5 (and even that can be lacking in nuance) - and everyone needs different things. right now, the depressive moments are much stronger than the other ones, and things like reassurance and reminders that people care really help me (like this ask!) when i'm manic, a loving "slow down" does help me.

i know this was super long but like i said last night, no one ever asks. so i really appreciate you asking and giving me the space to answer. <3 <3 <3 <3

[dadukos]

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜ (lovingly. also bitchily. but mostly lovingly.) — @softersinned. re : crime starters , accepting.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ? she seems to have lost track of her grand tour — could be london, with the shade of grey peering from the windows. could be anywhere at all in the world, really, wouldn’t much make a difference. what makes a difference is astoria’s presence, bright as ever like the sun itself sent an emissary to check on her — she stands in the doorway and the immediate instinct is to say GOD NO, not when i’m like this. ❝ can you … please, be quieter ? ❞ fred’s features contorting in a grimace of pain, everything aching — she’s getting too old for hangovers, and this is precisely what she fears astoria will point out. with that loving, sharp eye of hers: just as caring as it is ruthless. rubbing her temples, fred steps aside to let her in: her hotel room draped in chaos, though she’s pretty sure her demise happened somewhere out of here, last night. astoriawas there too, she thinks — in some sort of rock disco club where fred ended up ditching her friend for a dave gahan wannabe that proved to be not nearly as exciting as his idol. maybe it’s fair that she should get to judge her. 

what was it she’d said, back in the states ? gonna take a trip, lie low for a while, find myself ? one could argue she did, in fact, find herself — a supernova grade of a fuckup and all the chaos that follows. ❝ go on, let it out ❞, fred sighs, turning to the minibar to grab a diet coke and press it hard against her forehead. when she sits back down on the bed her shoulders are low, her eyes pleading — some sort of child accepting the inevitable lecture. not that it’s particularly in astoria’s cords to point fingers, but a part of fred would welcome it. a dose of tough love as a remedy to cure hangovers. this performance, however — not as praise worthy as her usual ones. fred sighs, lets herself fall down on the bed, and groans. ❝ i’m glad you’re here ❞, she says. ❝ but i’d be so grateful if you could avoid telling me exactly how ridiculous i got last night. ❞

[luciluck2046]

OKAY NOTE THIS IS A VENT NOT ANYTHING ELSE.

I decided to rewatch Murder Drones. Bcz of boredom. I also want to know every single line. But uhh, got to Cabin Fever.

The breakdown. Idk. How to explain. I kinda feel left out 99% of the time and I feel like smt is wrong with me. Of course. I mean I already am pretty weird. But today I was uhm... Also weirder. I was out with my brother on a walk. Idk why (he was annoying me but I usually don't react like that) I just went on "Smilly Creepy =) " and kept switching between that and "Emotionless"

I am always the last one when I'm alone. I don't understand emotions. For me they're just a social norm that everyone fakes so those more socially inept or incapable of acting stick out. When I'm alone I pretty much feel... Nothing... I have the same face. No smile. No frown. Not even a single glimpse of emotion in the eyes. Talking low with no specific emotion.

But the "Smiling Creepy =)" was... Weird. Just smiling. Absolutely. But not happy. My eyes weren't showing happynes. Mostly insanity. Even my brother kept telling me to stop doing that face because it was creeping him out. And the voice? Just a sarcastic happy voice.

It's weird.

Emotions suck.

Never understood them.

How can everyone know what emotions they are feeling.

H o w . . . ?

I just... I know I'm not the main character. Not even in my own story. I don't have any real value. Other people see your value differently.

...

Most people avoid me. Like the devil aboids blessed water.

Why..?

What am I doing wrong?

Is it because I talk so much?

Because I have stupid humor?

Because of things that I said back in FIFTH GRADE!?

I know that not because I am clearly scared of being violent. Mostly because violence isn't the answer. But deep down I know that I'm just scared to like it.

I like blood

It's warm... Sweet... The way in flows. It's color. It's beautiful. Why.

W h y ?

J u s t w h y . . . ?

Why am I like this. Why am I hated. What did I do..? Did I do something so fucked up in a past life thag I deserve this..? Maybe... But...

I don't want to hate. Never. Hate is not the option. Like violence. Or this is at least what others say...

I can't make the difference between things that I want to do, things that I should do and things that others want me to do.

I should get therapy...

Maybe...

Or maybe I should just be who I am.

...

...

.

..

...

???

WHO THE FUCK AM I!? WHAT THE FUCK AM I? WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO, WHAT THE RUCK SHOULD I BE?

I want ro do something...

I want to...

I don't know...

Maybe try to see if ...

No I shouldn't...

I shouldn't...

Murder is not okay...?

But what if I like it..?

WHAT THE FUCK WILL I DO THEN????

...

I am not okay...

Should I just go back to SH and stop thinking about violence..?

Who am I kidding...

SH is too easy.

Not violent enough.

.

.

..

...

.

Why.

Why.

Why.

Why?

WHY?

W

H

Y

?

WHY!?!?

I wanna live.

I am not scared of death tho...

...

NO I WON'T KILL MYSELF GET OUT OF MY HEAD I HAVE A FUCKING LOVER THAT CARES ABOUT ME AND I CAN'T LET HER DOWN-

...

Haha

Hahahah

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Life is useless.

We just live to do what?

We are killing our planet

We are making things that are going to leave us jobless

We are being dicks to eachothers.

...

HOW CAN WE LIVE IN SUCH A SOCIETY!?!?

LEAVING OUT WEIRDER PEOPLE!?!?

DRIVING THEM TO FUCKING INSANITY!?!?!?

...

Being insane doesn't sound like a bar thing anymore...

Maybe insane people are just..?

The most aware people?

What am I saying!?

XD

Oh...

I should have let the silly take over.

Like usually.

Being happy is pain

But most don't realize this.

Welp...

[thenonconformistcurmudgeon]

The Henchman

Our story takes place in a vocational office with an employment specialist and a client. A lonely man is travelling down a road of desperation trying to find a new direction.

ES: Welcome Joe, I have been reviewing your resume. Are you looking for employment in a similar field?

Joe: Not at all.  I wish to go in a totally new direction. I am tired of the old grind. I want to get out of the business.

ES: I see. To be honest with you Joe, its not going to be easy to switch careers at this point. You seem well entrenched as a Henchman. Although I wouldn’t exactly say you have been successful at it, as there have been frequent short-term employments and there appears to be somewhat of a downward drift in positions over time.

Joe: I started out as a number one henchman but my last position was a number 7 henchman.  That’s why I need a change, I’m going nowhere fast.

ES: Tell me about what happened in some of the jobs?

Joe: Well, I was an assistant to Mr. Freeze but after a few days my limbs became too cold.  Guess I have a touch of Reynaud’s and I had to quit. I got fired by The Joker as I didn’t laugh at one of his wisecracks.  I was a lackey for King Tut but I was embarrassed by the outfit so walked out.  Besides, working in Gotham I got my nose broken by Robin 4 times, talk about embarrassing. You know Pow, Bam, Wham. Holy shnozzola. I was working for Egghead as a Henchman number 7 which is as low as you could possibly get.  The job was mostly looking tough while answering the door.  He fired me after I mistakenly tipped the delivery boy.

ES: Anything good come out of these jobs?

Joe: Well, I got to meet a nice girl at the henchman-minions’ mixers.  She was one of Cat Woman’s hanger-on.  However, it didn’t last long as fluffy went back crawling on all fours to her boss.

ES: Do you think you can get at least one good reference from one of your bosses?

Joe: A reference! You got to be kidding.  There were no benefits.  No PTO time, no 401K, on call 24/7, no dry-cleaning allowance for the uniform, simply cash and carry.  They aren’t in the business of giving out references.

ES: 24/7.  You must have had good punctuality and loyalty to work as a henchman.  The mob is always looking for some new knuckle draggers to put on the payroll.

Joe.  I did work for a mob boss once but instead of breaking knees, I got mine broken.  Boss wanted me to put down a bet with his bookie on a sure thing longshot. Of course, it came in 40 to 1.  I was late placing the bet as an underboss asked me to pick him up some coffee.

ES: Lets see, here is an opening for a mad scientist subordinate.  Job description says looking for an Igor or Renfield type.  What do you think Joe?

Joe: Don’t think that’s for me. I got a bad back and those jobs usually require gravedigging.

ES:  Can you do heavy lifting at all Joe?

Joe:  I can pick up a chair or a broken bottle to crash over a nemesis head.

ES:  How are you getting by now?

Joe: I make a few bucks hanging around downtown and giving information to the coppers.  You know, a stool pigeon but it is dangerous work.

ES:  What ideas do you have Joe?

Joe: As I said, a totally new direction.  I’d like to break out of the old rut and find something a bit more fulfilling. How about a job as a sidekick?

ES: You know Joe, sidekicks need strong verbal skills for witty repartee.  I don’t see anything on your resume that would suggest that is a strength of yours.

Joe:  Yes, verbal skills not essential in henchman profession. Most of what a henchman says is “yes boss” or “ok boss”, “on it boss”.  There is also not a lot of conversation between the henchmen.  It’s a pretty quiet bunch.  Its not like I learned a lot of people skills on the job. I’d still like to give the sidekick a go.

ES: Ok, lets practice. See if you can make the grade. Let’s see if you can come up with some entertaining retorts.  Pretend I’m the hero.

I say “Good grammar is essential”.

Joe: um, um, um. “May the force be with You”.   No that’s no good. How about, “you talking to me?”.  That’s not bad. Or “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”.  Or “elementary, my dear Watson". Or “Toto, I have a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore”.  Or “You’ve got to ask yourself a question, Do I feel lucky? Well, do you punk?”.  Or “you don’t understand, I coulda had class, I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am”, or “Fasten your seatbelts, its going to be a bumpy ride” or “what we’ve got here is a failure to communicate”, or “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers” or “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship”, or “forget it Jake, its Chinatown”.

ES: Pretty clever quips, you might be able to be a sidekick after all.

Joe: Better yet, I break into song.

Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you

ES: You may be onto something.

Joe: That is why all the girls in town Follow you all around Just like me, they long to be Close to you

ES: By George, I think you got it. A singing sidekick would be a sensation.

Joe:

Wa, close to you Wa, close to you Ha, close to you La, close to you

Wa, close to you Wa, close to you Ha, close to you

[mediadiscord]

The Last of Us – Season 1 Episode 8 – Recap and Review

Hey everyone welcome back to my recap and review of another episode of The Last of Us. The show which I'm liking, based on a video game I've never played on a system that that I didn't continue playing after the second generation. As per usual this review will not feature any Easter eggs, because frankly I wouldn't know what one would be if I came across one. This episode ran 50 minutes it was honestly so fast paced, interesting and all around well done that the time flew by. I had to look at a clock at the end of the episode to make sure I wasn’t going to walk away and miss a significant chunk of the episode. I don’t know who sold what to whom, but this show has had consistently great episodes each week. I’m done gushing, let’s get into the review/recap. We start the episode off with a group of people in a big room getting read what sounds like a sermon by a gentleman. The sermon ends with it actually being a low grade funeral for a wife and daughter’s father who was killed. When the daughter asks if her father will be buried the man gives a look to a few others in the room and then lets her know that the ground is too cold and he’ll be buried in the spring. Right here is where the alarms are going off and the red flags go up. There’s something about religion and the apocalypse that brings out nothing but bad. There’s no story out there where there’s a disaster and the religious folks with a following aren’t monsters. It’s a simple trope that gets followed and every post-apocalyptic story has at least one religious faction side story. After the meeting the is identified as David and speaks to James who is played  by no other than voice acting treasure Troy Baker. It was known that Baker would make an appearance in the show, and it’s nice that he got a good chunk of time and then…well…we’ll get there. The discussion is about food and the lack there of. They determine that there’s only about a week or two worth of food left and they make a plan to go out hunting at some spots where animals may have been seen. We then cut to Ellie who is still caring for Joel, and she takes out her ration of food, which looks really like a small cluster of almonds. Surely not enough to live by, so she grabs the rifle and heads out. After a botched sneak attack on a rabbit, she finds a dear and knabs a shot. Like most hunts, if the animal isn’t taken out with a kill shot then it runs until it bleeds out. Fun fact, most deer will run towards water to die. Cut to David and James who have come up on Ellie’s kill and they determine that they’re just going to take it back to the village before the person who shot it comes to claim it. Ellie surprises them and takes charge and David offers her a trade as he tells Ellie the deer is too big for her to carry on her own. It's agreed medication for an infection will be given for half of the deer and David sends James back to the village to get it. David offers to start a fire as it’ll be a while before James comes back with the medication, so they go to a nearby cabin and have a chat over the fire. We learn that David started preaching after his quarantine zone and before the apocalypse he was a teacher. He left the QZ with a group of people and picked up stragglers here and there, also it’s at that time he found religion. This is pretty much textbook cult behavior. A person finds those who are lost and at their wits end, promises then safety and aid in a very convincing way and slowly gathers followers. Ellie calls him out on being a cult leader and eventually James returns with a gun trained on Ellie. No one is shot, but it’s revealed that the father that was killed and spoken about in the beginning of the episode was the person Joel killed in the last episode at the university. David knows she is with him and that Joel killed the man, but lets Ellie go with the medication and he keeps the deer. The village is eating dinner when David and James return with the deer. He addresses the rumor that they have found the man who killed their friend and the daughter says they should kill him and not bring him to justice as David suggests. David promptly backhands her and tells her that that’s not what they’re going to do. We cut to Ellie not knowing how to apply the medication via the syringe that she was given, so she injects it directly into Joel’s would that she had sewn up at the end of the last episode. The next day she wakes up and checks on Joel to see if he has a fever and then gives him another needle full of medication. She goes out to get some ice so their horse can have something to drink and she notices that men are coming. She runs back to Joel and tries to wake him up, but he’s too out of it. She leaves him with a knife and says she’ll lead them away. She goes out and get their attention and fires some shots before riding off. They give chase and James shots and kills the horse and Ellie falls off and eventually passes out from the fall. James and others decide to kill her, but David tells them not to and to take her back to the village. David addresses the others to locate Joel and be careful. This is the beginning of Joel being a complete bad ass as he takes out members of the party and leaves two alive to interrogate them. He finds out where they are and where the village is then takes the last two members out while showing just how much of a persuasive person he is. I don’t believe I have ever seen a situation where a knife is stabbed behind the knee with the promise of popping it off if the person doesn’t do what they want. We cut back to Ellie who has been locked up in a make shift jail cell where David is there waiting to speak to her. They have a brief chat where we learn David is not a nice man at all, he has violent tendencies and admits to eating people to help keep the village alive. Ellie questions if she will be killed and eaten and David says no, and then implies that he will take care of her in all ways, even the very adult ways. Please remember that Ellie is suppose to be underage in this show, so this is all kinds of bad. Ellie used David holding her hand to break his finger, so David runs off and gets James to take Ellie out and kill her. James and David remove Ellie from her cell and throw her on the table, but Ellie manages to grab a meat cleaver and stick it in the side of James’ neck, so long Troy Baker. She runs out up top and David grabs the clever and runs after her. We see Joel entering the area where everyone is and coming across a small building where the deer that Ellie shot is laying along with three hanging bodies where they have been taking meat from. We cut back to Ellie who is in a cat and mouse situation with David. She grabs a hot burning piece of wood and throws it at David, only to miss and start a fire on one of the walls. She hides and pops out and stabs David in the leg with her knife. He gets on top of her and attacks her as well as implies he is about to sexually assault her. Ellie is in reach of the clever and so she grabs it and hits David with it, then gets on top and starts whacking away at his body. She emerges bloody and in shock and as she is walking in the snow a man comes up from behind and grabs her, it’s Joel. She turns around, still in shock, and hugs him. He says, “I got you baby girl” and the episode ends. Oddly enough, my wife was putting down my daughter for bed and she muttered “ok baby girl” and I got a little emotional. While David was talking to Ellie as they were waiting for James to come back with the medicine, he tells her that Joel really cares for her and this goes back to two episode ago where he kept seeing his daughter. This truly shows Joel has becoming a full fledges father figure to Ellie and will do anything to keep her safe and be her guardian. You could look at it as a second chance as his anxiety attacks seem to come with thinking about his daughter. In some cases a person in that position will take blame and think that the situation, even thought they had no control over it, was their fault and carry that burden. Mental health doesn’t take a break during the apocalypse, everyone is having issues. Read the full article

[buggxd]

୨⎯!!Moviez !! rory keaner x GN!reader⎯୧

⋆ ★ This is a fluff and there is no specific pronouns I’m using for the reader !! Anyways this is probs gonna suck but it’s whatever TW? Very brief/subtle mention of gore death :) FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS ALRIGHT AND WHAT I CAN IMPROVE ON!!

⋆ ★ Summary!!: The whole gang (friend group ethan, benny, erica, sarah and you meet up at rorys house when his mom works a night shift at her job so you all watch movies an chill :) AND your in grade 11 so the reader and everyone else is 16!!exept for erica and sarah.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ You were in your 8th period class the last of the day and you were so exited for the bell to ring, Time was going by painfully slow but while the history teacher was going on and on about a topic nobody in the class was interested in, all you were able to think about was your plans you had made almost 2 weeks in advanced to go to your blond and bubbly friend rory keaners house to watch a ton of movies along with the others in your friend group you were too busy thinking of what movies youll watch and the buttery popcorn and chips and candy youd be shoving into your mouth later that you were too distracted and lost in your own thoughts that the loud sound of the bell ringing had caught you off gaurd and made you jump causing you produce a little yelp that made the teacher glance at you as you simply just smiled akwardly then quickly grabbing your bag and zooming out the classrom and bursting through the two big doors that led you outside you looked around for a sec and soon after spotted the blond haired boy talking with benny an ethan he was facing your way while Ethan an Benny had their backs towards you you started walking up the the trio Rory saw you and smiled and waved you did the same and sped walked to them you greeted everyone as usual and waited a bit until you asked about Sarah and Erica the boys said that the two girls would show up later the four of you just talked until you had remembered you needed to get a few things from your house so you waved at them and took of walking home your house wasn’t very far from the school you lived down the street from Rory’s house so you were able to get there pretty fast. After you packed a crossbody bag with an extra outfit socks, perfume, and a charger you changed out of your school clothes and put on (whatever u want?) and slipped on your black and white converse and walked out the house making sure to lock the door your parents/guardian were working the Night Shift so you had the place to yourself most nights, the sun was still up but it was gonna set soon once you made it Rory’s place you knocked and Rory answered the door and hugged you and basically dragged you inside you were used to him greeting you like this he just gets so happy when he sees you or any of his closest friend’s. After entering the house you were greeted by Erica and Sarah sitting on the sofa while benny was in the kitchen probably getting snacks and Ethan was in the bathroom you went to the kitchen along with Rory and started to get 3 big bowls to fill with candy, chips and popcorn and you also got out the 3 2liters of soda (whatever soda u like idc) the three of you brought the bowls and drinks to the living room and placed them on the coffee table along with cups. After you all settled and Ethan came back from the bathroom Rory layer out a couple dvd’s half being sucky comedy movies, low budget teen dramas, superhero movies or horror, Sarah wanted to watch one of the comedy movies along with Ethan Benny wanted to watch a superhero movie but you and Erica wanted to watch a horror movie. you all were bickering about what movie you were gonna watch until Sarah spoke up “HEYY” she raised her voice to get everyone attention “why don’t we vote?!” You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement “okay who wants to watch the comedy movie?” Erica asked in an already annoyed voice Sarah and Ethan slightly raised their hands “and what about the superhero movies” Erica spoke again as Benny raised his hand only to be the only one who wanted to watch the movie he slowly put his hand down and stayed quiet “and last but not least.. HORROR!!” Erica emphasized on the word ‘horror’ You and Erica raised your hand as high as the two of you could and then you looked at Rory and mouthed the words ‘please’ with a smile he was hesitant because horror wasn’t his favorite but how could he say no to you?, he raised his hand as well.

After Rory pushed play he took a seat next to you on the floor Ethan Benny and Sarah were on the couch while Rory you and Erica were on the floor with pillows and blankets the whole house was dark because Erica thought it would make it scarier and you agreed the two of you were watching intently while Rory was later back leaning on the couch hands behind his head trying to act tough while Ethan and Benny were hiding under their blankets, Some time had went by and there was a semi gory scene you and Erica were so exited to see the slasher of the movie prey on its victims while on the other hand your friends were scared shitless even though they knew it wasn’t real, one of the side characters got caught and killed and you heard Benny Ethan and Sarah yelp and then you felt Rory grab onto your arm and you glanced over to see him looking intently at the screen you leaned towards him and semi hugged him to try and comfort him and he held you the same way and every time a jumpscare or slightly gory scene came on he would hold onto you tighter after the movie ended you looked to where Erica was and she had fallen asleep you looked back to see Ethan asleep sitting up with his neck leaning on the arm rest of the sofa while Benny payed on his shoulder and Sarah fell asleep sideways on the couch with her lags tossed on the boys you then glanced at Rory who had also fallen asleep you glanced at his Rosie pink lips and messy hair and thought he looked cute so you took a couple pics of you and him after you gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side and drifted into a deep sleep.

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[kittensyoonie]

Stray Kids X Male Reader

Hyunjin is the famous fuckboy at his high school, girls constantly falling for him which he loved. That is, until one day, a certain male catches his eye, and he can’t get him out of his mind.

Hyunjin X Male Reader (amab)

Requested: yes! By the beautiful @light164star!

Warnings: coming out, fluff, smut, top hyunjin, bottom reader, getting together, talks of one nights stands and sleeping around, mentions of cheating (it doesn’t happen), safe sex (wrap it up!), library sex, low key exhibitionism but no ones there, not proof read (I try and get anxious idk-)

Y/n and Hyunjin had been going to the same school since third grade. But since the beginning, they were always in two different groups.

Hyunjin was beautiful even back then. The second he transferred to y/ns school, everyone had a crush on him. But as they all got older, and sexually matured, it changed from just crushes.

Hyunjin became a fuck boy pretty fast in high school, he was hands down one of the most popular boys in school, and one of the most attractive.

Y/n wasn’t well, a nerd per say. He was smart, pretty good at any clubs he joined. He was decently popular, the students knew him and respected him, he was the schools angel boy.

He worked in the school library a lot, helping putting books back and checking what’s checked out and what isn’t. He even closed the library from time to time after school. And on free classes, he’d work the front desk.

He’d see Hyunjin around a lot because of it. He’d hand out with his friends there and also hit on girls there a lot. It messed with y/n a bit, but he usually pushed it aside.

Everyone knew about Hyunjins reputation, it wasn’t entirely a secret. Sometimes he’d have a girlfriend, but usually it was a one night stand with whoever wanted it.

Hyunjin didn’t mind it, or at least, that’s what he’d say. Consciously, he loved sleeping around, he loved the attention he got. Subconsciously, he felt like something was missing, and he felt alone.

Their English teacher recommended Hyunjin to read a book for extra credit, which he was kind of excited to read. Except he couldn’t find the book, no matter how hard he looked in the school library.

So he approached the front desk, seeing y/n talk to another student, helping him out. Hyunjin, for some odd reason, was taken aback. How had he never noticed how attractive and gentle y/n was? And so soft spoken?

Y/n had a very friendly and warm smile, but it wasn’t overwhelming at all. It was quite soothing to him actually, which shook him even more. Eventually the other student went away, and it was Hyunjins turn to go up.

He was a bit nervous as he approached, which was really out of character for him. Why was he nervous? He couldn’t figure it out.

“Hi, I’m looking for this book, Mr. Kim told me to read it for extra credit.” Hyunjin said, handing a sticky note to y/n. “I tried to find it but I couldn’t.”

“Ahh yes! That’s my fault, I checked it out last week. Here, I’ve read it a couple of times before, I can switch it over to you.” Y/n said, going to his backpack and getting the book.

“O- oh no you don’t have to, if you’re reading it it’s okay.” Hyunjin quickly said, putting his hands up a bit.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, as I said I’ve read it before, plus, if Mr. Kim wants you to read it then you need it more than me.” Y/n said, offering a gentle reassuring smile.

He checked the book back in on his account, before looking up at Hyunjin.

“Can I see your student ID so I can check it out for you?” Y/n asked.

“Oh yeah, here.” Hyunjin said, quickly pulling it out of his bag before handing it to y/n.

He watched the boy closely the entire time. So y/n knew his name? Well of course he did, everyone knew his name. It wasn’t that hard.

Y/n put Hyunjins student ID number in and checked the book out for him. He gave him back his ID with the book, along with a piece of paper with the return date on it.

“You got a month before you get fined, so make sure to turn it in beforehand. It’s a good book by the way, an easy read, I hope you like it.” Y/n said.

Hyunjin felt flustered as he took it, nodding to y/ns words. “Thank you, I’ll have it returned in a week.” He said, before bowing and leaving the library.

Hyunjins heart was pounding, why was it pounding? He’s talked to y/n before, he’s sat next to him in class, so why now? And wasn’t he straight? All the thoughts running through his mind was wearing him down, and confusing him even more.

When school was done, he ignored everyone and went home. He went into his room, putting his stuff away before laying in bed, thinking. Thinking for a couple of hours, when he truly processed.

He thought of y/n as a lover, thought of him going out on dates. He blushed as he did. He thought about being intimate with him— and nope.

He needed to stop, he could feel himself getting hard at that thought. Yeah, he had a crush on y/n. Or did he always? He always knew of the boy, but never paid attention him.

He still didn’t know why he had a reaction now. So was he bisexual? Pansexual? He didn’t really know yet, but he knew he wasn’t straight, and he was okay with that.

For the days after, he seemed distracted, like his head was in the clouds. He even started turning girls down, which spread around the school really fast.

He remembered hearing something about y/n having an ex boyfriend, so he knew he was attracted to men. He wondered if he had a shot, he hoped he had a shot.

He’d see y/n around the school, hanging out with his friends and playing with them. And god, the smile he’d have made Hyunjins heart melt.

He had watched y/n for a week, trying to figure out when he’d close the library down. Usually y/n would leave the school immediately, especially with friends. So Hyunjin wanted an opportunity to go talk to him alone.

He found out Thursday y/n would always close, which was perfect since the day just so happened to be Thursday. Hyunjin stayed behind at school, claiming he promised to help a friend clean up. Somehow, the school believed it.

Hyunjin nervously approached the library, seeing y/n putting books away and fixing up the shelves. He looked so comfortable and peaceful, in his own atmosphere.

Y/n looked up and saw Hyunjin, he was a bit shocked, partly because it was Hyunjin, and partly because the school was supposed to be closed.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here?” Y/n asked as he placed a book in its respective place.

“I uh, I came to see you, I wanted to talk with you, if that’s okay.” Hyunjin said, doing his best to keep eye contact with him and seem confident.

For once in his life, he wasn’t confident, and making eye contact for so long was driving him crazy.

“Ahh yes, let me finish up this pile and I’ll be done. You can sit on the couch and wait for me.” Y/n said, his tone soft.

Hyunjin nodded, making his way to the couch. He sat down, placing his bag next to his feet. He watched y/n continue to work, which was oddly soothing.

His anxiety died down a bit, the atmosphere was comforting and light, thank god. Y/n finished up pretty fast though, and in no time, was sitting next to Hyunjin on the couch, facing him.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” Y/n asked, looking at Hyunjin with curious eyes.

“I… I uh…” Hyunjin didnt know where to start, hell, he didn’t really even know what to say. Y/n was watching him patiently, giving him time to figure it out.

“I’m sorry if this doesn’t come out right. But, I really like you y/n.” Hyunjin said, looking up at said male.

Y/n looked shocked, stammering a bit before blinking a couple of times. “You- you like me?” He asked in disbelief.

“I do, which might seem weird coming from me, but I do genuinely like you.” Hyunjin said, chewing his lip. “I think I’ve always liked you, I just- I didn’t notice it until recently.”

Y/n nodded along to his words, processing everything.

“I don’t expect you to like someone like me back-“ “someone like you?”

Y/ns words threw Hyunjin off, it shut him up too, which seemed to be what y/n wanted.

“Someone like you Hyunjin? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve noticed the real you, you know? I see past your habits and reputation, I see a boy with a beautiful laugh who always comforts his friends, who’s an incredible artist. I’ve seen you play with stray animals and save some of your lunch to feed them.” Y/n said, watching as it was Hyunjins turn to be shocked.

“I’m friends with Felix remember? He complains all the time how annoying it is that people misunderstand you. That you’re incredibly smart and talented and kind, and as he says, that you may be a sex fiend, but you have a heart, and he hates that the girls never see that.”

Of course Felix would say that, he cares way too much of the others around him, and of course he’d rat him out to y/n. He forgot they were childhood friends.

“And yes, I uh, I do like you back, I’ve liked you for a long time…” y/n said, looking down shyly at his lap.

“Wait you do? How come you never said anything?” Hyunjin asked, moving closer to him.

“Because, you only ever dated and slept with girls, and according to your friends you were straight.” Y/n said, looking back up at Hyunjin. “Plus, I didn’t know if you actually had romantic feelings for people?”

Ahh, yes, that made sense to Hyunjin. I mean, he didn’t even realize his own sexuality, so it’s not shocking everyone thought he was straight.

“I do have romantic feelings for people, I just- I don’t know. I started off with experimenting you know? I’d have sex with people, explore myself sexually, and all of a sudden I was the schools fuck boy. It was fun, having all the attention and girls all over me, and the pleasure. But quickly, it grew somewhat painful. The reason I never really dated was because anytime I got a girlfriend, the girls I’ve slept with or want to sleep with me would spread rumors that I was cheating on my partners.” Hyunjin explained.

Y/n would remember the rumors, and also remembered Felix getting pissed, since Hyunjin would never since he hated cheating, he found it disgusting.

“I never cheated, I swear I never cheated, but they always believed them, because of my reputation.” Hyunjin said and scoffed lightly. “I wish I knew who came up with “if they’re a fuck boy they’re a horrible person” trope, because of the fact I sleep around, people think I’m horrible.”

“Except me,” y/n said, resting his arm against the couch before laying his head against it. “I know the truth, I very much doubt you cheated, and I know you aren’t a horrible person.”

“I mean, just the other day I watched you carry a kid with a broken nose into the infirmary, not even caring about the blood.” Y/n pointed out.

“You really pay attention to me huh?” Hyunjin asked, chuckling softly.

“Not in a creepy way.” Y/n whined, adjusting in his spot. “You’re just- very eye catching.”

“So are you.” Hyunjin responded fast, causing y/n to blush.

“Well uh- I know this isn’t romantic at all, but would you like to be my boyfriend?” Hyunjin asked, grabbing y/ns hand. “I understand if you say no-“

“Hyunjin.” Y/n whined, squeezing his hand. “I do want to be your boyfriend, and I know what that entails at this school, but unlike your exes, I know you, they can’t scare me off.”

Hyunjin wasn’t used to hearing things like that. His friends were about the only real people in his life, no one truly cared or understood him besides them, except for y/n. And he really hoped that that was true.

He quickly pulled y/n into a kiss, causing said male to squeak. Hyunjin got embarrassed, but before he could pull away, y/n kissed him back.

Hyunjin melted into the kiss and crawled closer, kissing y/n. It felt different than anyone else he’s ever kissed, it felt amazing. Sparks and butterflies were going off in his stomach, and he could tell y/n was feeling the same.

Y/n pulled away and smiled, connecting their foreheads. He bit his lip, before giggling softly.

“Never did I think you’d turn out anything other than straight, and then like me.” Y/n giggled, but it was a soft shy giggle, nothing bad.

Hyunjin smiled and pulled away, looking y/n in the eyes. “Never did I think I wasn’t straight, but out of everyone, I’m glad it’s you I fell for.”

When news broke out that the infamous Hyunjin had a boyfriend, a boyfriend, shit hit the fan. It was absolute chaos, everyone thought he was straight. The girls were going crazy, trying to flirt with him and “fix” him.

When Hyunjin kissed y/n in front of everyone at lunch, the entire cafeteria was screaming. Y/n didn’t seem to mind, Hyunjin was sitting with him and his friends, feeding him and joking around.

It was nice and domestic, except for the fact that the girls immediately started telling him nasty rumors to get him to leave Hyunjin. Not much of a shocker, he knew it was coming. But he ignored it, which really comforted Hyunjin.

It was two weeks since they started dating, another Thursday as y/n was closing the library. Hyunjin walked in, smiling fondly at his boyfriend.

“Ahhh yes, the same place and time we started dating.” Hyunjin said as he walked over to y/n, which alerted the other of his presence.

“I thought you and Jeongin were going to catch a movie?” Y/n asked, feeling Hyunjin back up him.

“Hmm we were, but we decided to do other things instead.” Hyunjin said, kissing y/ns neck.

“And does said other things have something to do with things that aren’t pg-13?” Y/n asked, tilted his head a bit as he continued working.

“Maybe.” Hyunjin said, nibbling on his neck as his hand went down y/ns front, before palming him.

Y/ns breathing hitched as he gripped one of the books in his hand. “B- babe we’re at school-“ he whined.

“So? No one else is here, just us.” Hyunjin said, slipping his hand into y/ns pants, palming him over his boxers.

Y/n let out a breathily moan as he rested his head back against Hyunjin, who continued to palm him, getting him hard.

“How opposed are you to going all the way baby?” Hyunjin asked, sucking a mark onto his neck.

“A- at the school?!” Y/n squeaked out, turning his head to look at Hyunjin.

“You can say no, we don’t have to.” Hyunjin said, kissing y/n on the lips.

Y/n hummed and pushed himself back against Hyunjin, rocking his hips against him. “I want to.” He mumbled against Hyunjins lips.

Hyunjin smirked, pulling his hand out of his pants. “Finish your job first baby, then go to the couch.” He instructed, pulling away.

Y/n nodded and quickly put the rest of the books away, his hard on straining in his pants. He didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to complain either.

Once he was done, he walked over to the couch in the library. He was really glad it was in a hidden spot in the library.

Hyunjin was sitting on it, his legs spread a bit. “Take your clothes off baby.” He instructed, pulling out a portable bottle of lube and a condom.

Y/n blushed madly and took his clothes off. He felt exposed, completely bare, but something about it turned him on more. He blushed madly as Hyunjin started checking him out.

Hyunjin pulled him down, sitting y/n on his lap. He kissed him deeply, making out with him for a bit. While they were kissing, Hyunjin blindly applied lube to his fingers, warming it up.

He pressed his index finger to y/ns hole, causing him to jump a bit. But he didn’t pull away, continuing to kiss his boyfriend.

Hyunjin took that as a sign to continue, as he pushed his finger in. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss and pulled away for air, looking at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin moved his finger, enjoying the look at y/ns face as they did so.

Hyunjins hypersexual, something everyone knew, and y/n was okay with that. They’ve give each other handjobs and blow jobs, but hadn’t had full on sex yet. But they were both ready, and excited.

Hyunjin was gentle as he worked y/n open, not wanting to hurt him. He never asked if y/n was a virgin or not, so he didn’t know if it would be okay to do more.

When Hyunjin deemed y/n prepped enough, he moved the boy off of his lap. “Get on your knees and hold onto the couch.” He instructed.

Y/n quickly did so, gripping the couch as he pushed his ass out towards Hyunjin, who groaned at the sight.

“You’re stunning baby, I can’t wait to be inside you.” Hyunjin said, grabbing the condom.

Hyunjin got undressed as well, stroking himself to full hardness. He rolled it on, before applying lube. He made sure there was enough on his cock and y/ns hole, before he slowly pushed inside.

Both boys couldn’t help but moan, the feeling felt amazing. Hyunjin stretched y/n wonderfully, and Hyunjin felt amazing, the feeling different than being with a girl, but it felt very good.

“Tell me when to move.” Hyunjin said, leaning over y/n back and kissing his shoulder.

Y/n relaxed his body as he gripped the couch, pushing back into Hyunjin. “M- move, I’m ready.”

Hyunjin nodded and slowly pulled out, before pushing back in. Y/n bit his lip as he moaned, Hyunjin gripping his waist.

“Baby do you have another condom on you?” Y/n asked, moaning after.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, picking up the pace.

“Put it on me, I don’t wanna cum on the couch.” Y/n said, pushing himself back against his lover.

Hyunjin caught on quick, stopping his movements only for a couple of seconds. He stroked y/n as he thrusted, starting to slam his hips into him.

Y/n moaned loudly, muffling it into his arm as he closed his eyes. His breathing picked up as Hyunjin played with his tip, before putting the condom on him.

Y/n clenched around Hyunjin causing him to groan out. Hyunjin gripped his waist again as he adjusted his hips, before thrusting harder.

Y/n gasped and gripped the couch with both hands, arching his back as he did.

“O- oh god~ right there~” y/n moaned out in pleasure.

Hyunjin smiled against y/ns shoulder, happy that he found his sweet spot. He moved his hips faster, the library filling up with their moans and skin slapping.

It felt incredible for both of them, and Hyunjin wondered why he never realized his identity sooner, and that he liked y/n.

It wasn’t long before both reached their highs, both coming into their condoms. Both wished it hadn’t ended so soon, but they knew better than to risk doing anything more in the library.

I struggled so bad at the end you guys I’m so sorry. Ngl I think this is the longest reader story I’ve ever written-

[sihakadan]

Found You pt. 1

Pairing: Scar x Piltie gn!Reader (Probably closer to AFAB, but still trying to keep it pretty neutral)

Warnings: nothing yet, just fluff this time. Later there will be stuff... Oh, I guess, adult language and death

You came to help, but you stayed because you found the family you always wanted.

A/N: I don't do this often, but there is a criminal lack of content for this character, and I have seen at least 3 posts pleading for Scar x Reader. I will make this as gender neutral as I can, so if I make a mistake, please let me know and I will fix it, ok? Also, is Scar Chirean or vastaya? I have seen both said and all I know is through the show Arcane. And is Scar the father of that baby we saw him with or was that a sibling??? I have questions!!!

///Present///

You sniffed, sighing. This time of year, the tree bloomed, and it always made your nose run like crazy. Looking at your side, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the toddler in your arms was still sleeping. Her ear twitched when you sniffled again, but still she stayed asleep. Tal was a better sleeper than most of the children, but with her larger ears, she had the better hearing.

Sighing again, you watched the window of the hut. Usually, Tal's father was back by now, but he was late and that was very unlike him. Your friend was never late.

\\\Flashback///

When you were 15, you decided to rebel against your family and their standards and snuck into Zaun to see what everyone had said. Instead of the bright flashing lights, the danger and excitement, you found people who needed help. Children laying in the streets, parentless and hungry, scared.

The illusion that these people were crazy criminals faded away and you couldn't believe the council would turn their backs on their own people. After that night, you couldn't be blind, like the rest of Piltover. You couldn't wipe the sight of the dying children in the street and those who suffered from shimmer addiction, or their bodies being so twisted they no longer looked like themselves.

So, you didn't and when you turned 17, you petitioned to go into medical schooling. You couldn't be a doctor, not with your grades, but you could learn and had access to all the information you could get your hands on.

Your family thought it was admirable you were going into the medical field, though they had no idea your intentions. Once your graduation was over, during the party your parents hosted, you left from your window with as much as you could carry and with the money you had been given. Maybe you could buy enough medicine...

But you didn't last the night without being noticed. The clean clothes and hair, the way you were asking where to buy medicine, it made you a sitting duck. Of course, you caught the attention of some sleezy bastard with a switch blade and the only thing you could do was run.

You had never been down the cistern before, but you ended up cornered in a dead end, panting with wide, panicked eyes.

"Come on now, I'm tired of chasing sweet thing." His yellow teeth almost glowed in the low light.

It was so terrifying to be cornered and so vulnerable. How could you be so stupid?

As the scum moved closer, you could hear something down the tunnel behind him and then a bright green light whirling towards the both of you. You gasped and ducked down, covering your head as the lights sped up and the whirling sounds got louder. The scum seemed scared as soon as he turned around and noticed the green lights.

"Fuck!" He shouted, turning his blade towards the figures on boards coming from the dark. "Firelights!"

You looked up to see the masks and the trails of the green lights. There were 4 of them at least and they all stopped, standing there silently, the masks almost terrifying you to your core. The tallest one had large bat like ears and the mask looked like a skeletal dog. If you were scared before, now you were sure you were going to die.

Before you could blink, the tall figure rushed forward and hit the scum right in the chin and you were sure you heard something crack. The scum stumbled and it gave the bat eared figure time to hit him again and blood spurted out of the scum's mouth and by your feet, making him stumble before he fell flat on his face, obviously knocked out.

The masked bat eared figure stepped over him and extended a metal clawed hand towards you. Afraid, you looked up at the mask with wide eyes and then the extended hand.

They had helped you...then, weren't dangerous? You reached up and took the hand, which helped you up, the head tilting as you were sure they were looking at you. With a growl, the figure turned and lumbered away, back to the group of other masked figures. An owl, a bird...maybe a monkey? You were not sure what they were supposed to be.

Standing on shaking legs, you watched as they turned from you and the breath caught in your throat.

"Wait!" You cried out.

The one with a hood on and the owl mask looked back, the others stopping and looking at you. Licking your lips, your heart pounding, you held your chin a bit higher. "Where can I buy medicine down here?"

They looked at one another, as if silently communicating. The hooded owl stepped forward. "Why?" The distorted voice asked.

Your hands tightened around the strap of your pack, mouth dry. "I...I came to help the kids down here. I need medicine to help them, and I don't know my way."

The others seemed to piece together that you were from Piltover and the feeling turned a bit more hostile, especially from the lumbering bat eared one.

"You want medicine...to help kids?" The leader, you assumed, asked.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "Yeah. I just want to help. Any way I can."

\\\A year later///

Ekko was their 'leader', but that was a loose term. There was no leader, just a community trying to improve the lives of those in the fissures.

Once they heard your story, Ekko reluctantly gave you a chance and the only reason you were getting it was because he could tell you were sincere, especially when you handed over all the money on your person. The big lumbering figure who had beat up the scum was actually a Chirean name Scar, and while you had never seen one in person before and he didn't talk too much, it seemed you patched him up the most.

It took a long time for most of them to trust you, but you proved yourself over and over again and you kept your word to help anyway you could. Sometimes you gave more than you ever would get back, but it was worth it.

What really proved you were telling the truth was when they brought you a dying boy. They had found him after he had fallen off a roof, trying to run from enforcers. There was no saving him, but Ekko brought him to you to see if there was even a chance. According to him, if anyone could help the boy, you could.

But you couldn't.

It broke your heart as his little chest shook in pain with each breath, the tears streaking down his little freckled face, the dark curls on his head matted with blood.

Ekko and Scar watched as you filled a syringe with pain medicine with shaking hands and tears streaming down your face, trying to find a better way to give the boy a more comfortable way to pass on. With a shaky breath, you gave the boy the medicine and watched as the pained look on his face eased a bit, but he still looked so scared and alone.

Leaning down, you took a wet rage and gently cleaned his face. "It's okay, you're safe, you won't hurt anymore." Your own tears flowed but that didn't seem to upset the boy, instead it was more comforting that someone cared. "You were so strong; you can rest now." You reassured him to just let go, stroking his curls from his forehead.

It was all he needed and with a shaky, but relieved breath, the light left his eyes and the sounds of pained, wet breathing stopped. With a sob, you rested your forehead on his small chest, whispering an apology. You came to save them, to help, and you couldn't save this poor little boy.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked to see Ekko looking at you with a hard expression, but it softened when he saw the tears were real. "Sometimes helping is just being a kind face at the end."

///Weeks later///

You couldn't sleep and you could barely eat without the guilt just wreaking you. One of the other Firelights, a Chirean girl your age named Jaz, began to hover around you. Like Scar, she didn't speak much, but when she did, it was always one syllable words or short sentences.

She dropped a bowl of porridge in front of you, the others sitting around and eating. You could see Scar and Ekko watching from their spots, wondering if she could get you to finally come out of your funk.

"Eat." Her gravelly voice commanded you.

One look at the bowl and you felt your stomach knot, making you push it away. "Not hungry."

You heard a grunt and footsteps, seeing her move to the other side of the table, pushing it forward. "Eat." Jaz said more forcefully as she sat down, lime green eyes watching you.

She wouldn't quit, you knew, but you just couldn't bring yourself to eat right now. "I can't."

"Why?" Her voice cut you a bit. Her and Scar had that effect. They didn't have soft voices.

Running your hands over your hair, you sighed. "I failed." You said as you watched some firelights circle above the tables, making circles.

"How?"

You gave her a look, confused on how she had not heard about what happened earlier. "That boy- he died, and I couldn't do anything to help him. Just lie and tell him it was all okay."

Her face softened and you saw her look over at the table Scar and Ekko sat at, humming. "You did not fail." She said, looking back at you. "I don't get it."

You threw your hands up. "How? How did I not fail? They brought him to me to save him and I couldn't!"

A clawed hand reached forward and took one of yours, holding it as she looked at you. "You can't save them all. It's not possible."

'Sometimes helping is being a kind face at the end.' You could hear the words Ekko said to you after the little boy died. They had fallen on crestfallen ears then but now it sunk in a bit. Still, it didn't ease the guilt. "No, but-"

"You're no good hungry and tired. Can't save people when you are half dead." Jaz let go of your hand and stood up. You watched her go to the table with Scar and Ekko, placing a kiss on Scar's temple before walking towards the stairs going up the tree.

Your lips pressed together, even more guilt filled you. She was right. You weren't useful if you couldn't do your job, the one you went to school for, stayed up all those nights to study and pass grueling tests. You were failing yourself now.

With frustrated tears, you pulled the bowl towards you, and you forced yourself to eat. You couldn't save them all but you sure as hell could try.

///

Pt. 2 is here

[qqueenofhades]

Do you really hate this county? Or were you just ranting?

Sigh. I debated whether or not to answer this, since I usually keep the real-life/politics/depressing current events to a relative minimum on this blog, except when I really can't avoid ranting about it. But I have some things to get off my chest, it seems, and you did ask. So.

The thing is, any American with a single modicum of genuine historical consciousness knows that despite all the triumphalist mythology about Pulling Up By Our Bootstraps and the American Dream and etc, this country was founded and built on the massive and systematic exploitation and extermination of Black and Indigenous people. And now, when we are barely (400 years later!!!) getting to a point of acknowledging that in a widespread way, oh my god the screaming. I'm so sick of the American right wing I could spit for so many reasons, not least of which is the increasingly reductive and reactive attempts to put the genie back in the bottle and set up hysterical boogeymen about how Teaching Your Children Critical Race Theory is the end of all things. They have forfeited all pretense of being a real governing party; remember how their only platform at the 2020 RNC was "support whatever Trump says?" They have devolved to the point where the cruelty IS the point, to everyone who doesn't fit the nakedly white supremacist mold. They don't have anything to do aside from attempt to usher in actual, literal, dictionary-definition-of-fascism and sponsor armed revolts against the peaceful transfer of power.

That is fucking exhausting to be aware of all the time, especially with the knowledge that if we miss a single election cycle -- which is exceptionally easy to do with the way the Democratic electorate needs to be wooed and courted and herded like cats every single time, rather than just getting their asses to the polls and voting to keep Nazis out of office -- they will be right back in power again. If Manchin and Sinema don't get over their poseur pearl-clutching and either nuke the filibuster or carve out an exception for voting rights, the John Lewis Voting Rights Act is never going to get passed, no matter how many boilerplate appeals the Democratic leadership makes on Twitter. In which case, the 2022 midterms are going to give us Kevin McCarthy, Speaker of the House (I threw up in my mouth a little typing that) and right back to the Mitch McConnell Obstruction Power Hour in the Senate. The Online Left (TM) will then blame the Democrats for not doing more to stop them. These are, of course, the same people who refused to vote for Hillary Clinton out of precious moral purity reasons in 2016, handed the election to Trump, and now like to complain when the Trump-stacked Supreme Court reliably churns out terrible decisions. Gee, it's almost like elections have consequences!!

Aside from my exasperation with the death-cult right-wing fascists and the Online Left (TM), I am sick and tired of how forty years of "trickle-down" Reaganomics has created a world where billionaires can just fly to space for the fun of it, while the rest of America (and the world) is even more sick, poor, overheated, economically deprived, and unable to survive the biggest public health crisis in a century, even if half the elected leadership wasn't actively trying to sabotage it. Did you know that half of American workers can't even afford a one-bedroom apartment? Plus the obvious scandal that is race relations, health care, paid leave, the education system (or lack thereof), etc etc. I'm so tired of this America Is The Greatest Country in the World mindless jingoistic catchphrasing. We are an empire in the late stages of collapse and it's not going to be pretty for anyone. We have been poisoned on sociopathic-libertarian-selfishness-disguised-as-Freedom ideology for so long that that's all there is left. We have become a country of idiots who believe everything their idiot friends post on social media, but in a very real sense, it's not directly those individuals' fault. How could they, when they have been very deliberately cultivated into that mindset and stripped of critical thinking skills, to serve a noxious combination of money, power, and ideology?

I am tired of the fact that I have become so drained of empathy that when I see news about more people who refused to get the vaccine predictably dying of COVID, my reaction is "eh, whatever, they kind of deserved it." I KNOW that is not a good mindset to have, and I am doing my best to maintain my personal attempts to be kind to those I meet and to do my small part to make the world better. I know these are human beings who believed what they were told by people that they (for whatever reason) thought knew better than them, and that they are part of someone's family, they had loved ones, etc. But I just can't summon up the will to give a single damn about them (I'm keeping a bingo card of right-wing anti-vax radio hosts who die of COVID and every time it's like, "Alexa, play Another One Bites The Dust.") The course that the pandemic took in 21st-century America was not preordained or inevitable. It was (and continues to be) drastically mismanaged for cynical political reasons, and the legacy of the Former Guy continues to poison any attempts to bring it under control or convince people to get a goddamn vaccine. We now have over 100,000 patients hospitalized with COVID across the country -- more than last summer, when the vaccines weren't available.

I have been open about my fury about the devaluation of the humanities and other critical thinking skills, about the fact that as an academic in this field, my chances of getting a full-time job for which I have trained extensively and acquired a specialist PhD are... very low. I am tired of the fact that Americans have been encouraged to believe whatever bullshit they fucking please, regardless of whether it is remotely true, and told that any attempt to correct them is "anti-freedom." I am tired of how little the education system functions in a useful way at all -- not necessarily due to the fault of teachers, who have to work with what they're given, and who are basically heroes struggling stubbornly along in a profession that actively hates them, but because of relentless under-funding, political interference, and furious attempts, as discussed above, to keep white America safely in the dark about its actual history. I am tired of the fact that grade school education basically relies on passing the right standardized tests, the end. I am tired of the implication that the truth is too scary or "un-American" to handle. I am tired. Tired.

I know as well that "America" is not synonymous in all cases with "capitalist imperialist white-supremacist corporate death cult." This is still the most diverse country in the world. "America" is not just rich white middle-aged Republicans. "America" involves a ton of people of color, women, LGBTQ people, Muslims, Jews, Christians of good will (I have a whole other rant on how American Christianity as a whole has yielded all pretense of being any sort of a principled moral opposition), white allies, etc etc. all trying to make a better world. The blue, highly vaccinated, Biden-winning states and counties are leading the economic recovery and enacting all kinds of progressive-wishlist dream policies. We DID get rid of the Orange One via the electoral process and avert fascism at the ballot box, which is almost unheard-of, historically speaking. But because, as also discussed above, certain elements of the Democratic electorate need to fall in love with a candidate every single time or threaten to withhold their vote to punish the rest of the country for not being Progressive Enough, these gains are constantly fragile and at risk of being undone in the next electoral cycle. Yes, the existing system is a crock of shit. But it's what we've got right now, and the other alternative is open fascism, which we all got a terrifying taste of over the last four years. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to go back.

So... I don't know. I don't know if that stacks up to hate. I do hate almost everything about what this country currently is, structurally speaking, but I recognize that is not identical with the many people who still live here and are trying to do their best, including my friends, family, and myself. I am exhausted by the fact that as an older millennial, I am expected to survive multiple cataclysmic economic crashes, a planet that is literally boiling alive, a barely functional political system run on black cash, lies, and xenophobia, a total lack of critical thinking skills, renewed assaults on women/queer people/POC/etc, and somehow feel like I'm confident or prepared for the future. Not all these problems are only America's fault alone. The West as a whole bears huge responsibility for the current clusterfuck that the world is in, for many reasons, and so do some non-Western countries. But there is no denying that many of these problems have ultimate American roots. See how the ongoing fad for right-wing authoritarian strongmen around the world has them modeling themselves openly on Trump (like Brazil's lunatic president, Jair Bolsonaro, who talks all the time about how Trump is his political role model). See what's going on in Afghanistan right now. Etc. etc.

Anyway. I am very, very tired. There you have it.

[obeymeluv]

“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)

Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.

Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!

No Luke. Luke is baby.

I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.

Lucifer

He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do

Proud boyfriend is proud

Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks

Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six

Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)

He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Lucifer.exe is broken

That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?

Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.

His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes

Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.

Mammon

He’s just happy he passed.

Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.

Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!

He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!

If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood

It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).

You both shout your good news at the same time.

His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?

Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!

Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!

“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.

No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.

It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!

Levi

If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.

Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!

HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?

He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.

Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.

Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”

You get The Noise

How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!

He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail

He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’

Satan

He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in

The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.

Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book

Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads

Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in

His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker

You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time

Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink

Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request

When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’

Naked butler happily provides his services

Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him

Asmo

The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience

His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him

Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous

You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive

Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking

“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”

You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’

Beel

Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food

Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!

He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways

Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.

Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.

The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team

Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him

He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!

You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!

But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!

You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds

Belphie

Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.

With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!

Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!

If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon

Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)

You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets

Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away

But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him. 

It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester

Diavolo

He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows

It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to

Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period

He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea

You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you

The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table

Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him

You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.

Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.

Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.

If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head. 

Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.

Barbatos

It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.

He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in

All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay? 

Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)

I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.

It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.

Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.

He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck

Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert

If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart

When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly

You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.

You do it.

You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.

“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”

He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.

You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions

You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.

“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.

Solomon

It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity

He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others

Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.

Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing

He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly

You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy

He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.

He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.

Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.

“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.

He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.

He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.

Simeon

Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom

That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right

He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.

He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more

You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on

Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand. 

Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?

He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!

So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend

“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”

He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts

“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”

Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are. 

Hope you liked it :)