#liars recognizing each other lol

[iamumbra195]

Guys, what if Barron actually became an important part of the overall plot?

Like I dislike the guy as much as the next person but he was also one of the last people to see Ashlyn and co. at school before they disappeared. He also saw Logan transform from a timid kid to someone who suddenly takes none of his shit and even saw all the kids go a little psycho that day at the park.

He's also the only established character besides Mr. Thomas at school too... I don't know but I just have this feeling that he's going to be somewhat important and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

[not-so-superheroine]

hmm. reminds me of someone.

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

i feel like if jason wants to stop devenementiel team building he should convince everyone to play uno against thomas.

[american-horror-whore]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 | 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw — nsfw, teasing, lap dance, just strip clubs in general lol

a/n — i was SUPER excited for this one, so i hope it gets some good attention

“And here comes the DILF crowd, my oh my!” One of your fellow strippers, and also your closest friend, swooned breathily. You roll your eyes, looking towards the door. She definitely wasn’t wrong.

A crowd of guys, looking like they were in their mid-to-late-thirties at their youngest, walked through the doors of Sapphire New York, your strip club stomping grounds, and the place that paid you almost $2400 per weekend. One specifically caught your eye. You recognized him. Evan fucking Peters.

“There’s no way,” You said, your eyes practically comically wide as you held your friend’s arm. “Evan Peters…he’s here. Look, right there! he’s at the bar-!”

Your friend scoffed back in disbelief. “Oh, you little liar! that’s a look alike..right..? He’s getting a drink, look..If that’s really him, go get him when he sits down,”

Was that a challenge? You could sense it in her tone. You would’ve done it anyways, but now you had extra motivation. You watched him tag along with a group of guys, sitting at their own chairs, watching the other dancers. He wasn’t gonna be watching anyone else for much longer.

You walk your way over to him, platform heels clicking on the floor. Your hips swayed seductively in your costume, your barely existent costume.

“Alright boys, which one of you wants to get me naked?” You smile, swaying your hips softly. The men laugh and cheer, each one of them eyeing you down hungrily. Especially your main target.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, you,” You smile, pressing a freshly manicured, long nail against Evan’s chest. He chuckles, his hands reaching for your hips. You pull your hips back, smirking.

“You gotta tell me what you want. Company policy,” You say, looking down at him with a small smile. Your hands gripped your hips tightly, standing seductively with one leg out.

“C’mon, can I get a lap dance?” He smiled, taking a wad of cash out of his pocket.

Holy shit, he was loaded. There were a ton of big bills in there. His large fingers sifted out a $20, pushing it into your waistband. His calloused fingers grazed your smooth skin, goosebumps forming as you felt the contact. He pulled out a $50, slipping that in as well.

“Ooh, okay, baby, I see how we’re playing this,” You smile, climbing onto his lap. Evan lets out a small cheer, folding his hands behind his head.

Your lips curl into a seductive smirk, starting to rock your hips against him. You press your hands to his chest, flipping your hair behind your back by turning your head, your beady pupils looking up at him from beneath your lashes. Evan lets out a scoff, which barely heard over the music. His lips try to move to your neck, unsuccessfully.

“Ah- My management wouldn’t like it,” You whisper to him, keeping his hands firmly planted at your hips, his fingers now massaging the skin and bones beneath.

“Oh, okay..Sorry, that’s my bad,” He chuckled nervously, what was visible of his cheek turned a pink hue, the rest of the bottom of his face mostly covered by his well-trimmed beard. It was so sweet. How apologetic and nervous he looked. How could a man look so nervous and so experienced at the exact same time? It was baffling to you. He was so…intriguingly sexy.

You continued to grind yourself against him, feeling him buck up against you periodically, basically every time you made a move that he liked. You felt the bulge in his jeans growing, poking and prodding against your sex, the only thing holding him back from penetrating your now leaking cunt was his jeans and your costume. You put your head back, letting out a breathless moan, feeling his poor, aching erection pressing against his pants. Evan pushes his hips taut against you, making sure it was pressed right against your heat.

You grind your hips in a circular motion, a hand sliding down his stomach. Your fingers drift to his crotch, grabbing gently at the bulge in his jeans. He shifts his hips up, the surprise evident in his eyes as he blinked quickly.

“Your boss wouldn’t l-like me kissing you, but you can do this?” He practically panted, his eyes still wide.

“Well, not technically,” You whisper, leaning into him. “But i’m willing to make exceptions,”

“Fuck…” Evan groaned, running his large, veiny hands over his face. His hands go to your ribs, feeling your heavy breaths. He stops you, his hands moving to your hips. They hold you in place with a firm grip. He leaned up, his lips almost pressing against your ear.

“Come home with me tonight,” He whispered, his hot breath causing goosebumps to grown across your skin. You never thought you’d hear those words. Especially from your favorite celebrity, the man you’ve been obsessed with for a good long while now.

“I can’t, baby, my boss—“ You whisper back, looking over your shoulder.

“C’mon, please, he won’t know— Your boss won’t know…I’ll wait for you until your shift ends,” He whispered gently.

You sigh, looking over your shoulder once more. You really didn’t want to get in trouble, or worse, fired. But you wanted to risk it for him.

“Fine.”

to be continued

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[jennay]

Livestream

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Request: would love a fluffy best friends that totally have loved each other but are scared to admit, maybe do something like if he still streamed. I wish he still did occasionally. 😭♥️♥️

An: this had a little more angst then what I originally planned. Lol but I hope you all enjoy it! I'm living for the Noah requests. 🥰

Also as you can tell I know nothing about twitch. 😂

Noah master list

Warnings: cursing and angst…mostly fluff.

Words: about 2600

You perk up as you hear the door open and close, breaking the silence of the empty bar. You've been waiting for some customers to show up, hoping to make some decent tips today. You smile as you recognize the familiar faces of Noah and Nicholas.

You grab two glasses and greet them warmly. "My favorite customers! What can I get you?" You ask.

Nicholas hops on the stool next to Noah and scans the deserted place. "How's it going?" He says. "Where's the party at?"

You shrug and hand him a beer. "Covid, Nick… it's hard to get people out these days."

You glance at Noah, who is browsing the canned drinks. His long, dark hair frames his handsome face. You can't help but admire how cute he is, even though you would never tell him that. You and Noah have a platonic friendship, but it's not like any other. You have feelings for him, but you don't want to ruin what you have. You enjoy spending time with him, watching movies, playing games, and teasing him on his live streams. He took a while to figure out that you were the one leaving funny comments on his videos. He cracked up when he realized it was you, especially when you were doing it from his own bedroom.

Sometimes, you would catch him looking puzzled at the screen, wondering who was messing with him. "Who the fuck is this?" He would say, reading one of your messages. "They think they're hilarious."

"Hi sunshine, what are you in the mood for? Beer, white claw, mix drink?"

Noah tucks his hair behind his ears and points at a blackberry-white claw. "That sounds good. Can I have one of those?"

You nod and grab the can from the cooler. You pop it open and slide it over to him.

Conversing with them as you lean on the counter. "So, what's up with you guys today? Any big plans for the night?" You ask.

Noah sighs and takes a sip of his drink. "We just needed a break from the house. It's driving me crazy being stuck in there all the time." He says. "And we wanted to see our favorite bartender, of course!"

"I thought you were working on the album?"

Nicholas nods and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but then Jolly got into an argument with Noah. We had to pause."

You laugh and raise your eyebrow. You're not surprised that Noah was the problem. He may seem calm and quiet, but he's also a perfectionist who wants to do everything over and over again.

"Noah." You scold. "You're such a drama queen!"

He puts his drink down and leans forward, clasping his hands together as if he's about to confess something. But instead, he whispers, "Fuck off."

You giggle at his remark, rolling your eyes at him. "You're a man-child."

"And you love it." He teases. "Are you coming over after your shift?"

"Maybe."

Nicholas laughs as he watches you lean closer to Noah, pretending to be angry at him. You narrow your eyes and say, "I don't even like you."

Noah gasps and clutches his chest, acting hurt. "Fucking liar!" He exclaims. "You adore me!"

You lean back, crossing your arms over your chest. "What's in it for me?"

Nicholas stands, sneering, tired of the bickering between you and Noah, "I'm gonna use the pisser. Watch my drink, make sure Noah doesn't drug me."

"So," Noah says, smacking his hands on the counter jokingly, "Are you going to?" He asks eagerly, flashing his perfect white teeth in a hopeful smile. He leans closer to you, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I can't." You bite your bottom lip. "Why do you want me to come over so bad anyway? That's the second time you've asked."

"Nothing." He laughs, "Sometimes I like your company when I stream. The crowd that gets on likes you."

"Probably because I'm amazing." You joke.

Noah takes a sip of his drink, watching you intently as you pick up some glasses to clean.

He sets his can down, "Probably." He agrees quietly but with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Hmm?" You question, not hearing him.

"Oh, I just said unlikely." He lies, smirking at you.

You set the glass down and glare at him, "Sometimes I wonder why I hang out with you. You're pretty mean." You know Noah is teasing you, but sometimes you wonder if that's what he really thinks of you.

"You're sensitive as fuck today." His brow raises, but he doesn't ask why you might be feeling that way.

"Maybe you're being an asshole?"

When Nicholas arrives back at the bar, he can sense the tension between you. "What'd you pick a fight with (y/n) too?" His brown eyes look from you to Noah and to his drink. He quickly drinks the rest of it, glaring at Noah for whatever he did to annoy you. "C'mon. Don't be a dick. Let's get out of here." He flashes you a quick smile. "See ya later, (y/n)."

Noah smiles at you again, "Come over!" He doesn't wait for you to respond. He leaves you behind, waving as he exits.

You didn't go to Noah's house after work. Instead, you went home, made dinner, and cozied on the couch to watch a movie with your dog. You didn't bother texting him; his words had stung. You'd been a loyal friend to him for years, but he didn't seem to appreciate it.

Sometimes, it felt like you were a burden to him or a toy for his amusement. He treated you differently when his friends were around.

When you were alone, however, it was a different story. He was sweet and kind; Noah showered you affectionately, making your heart flutter. But as soon as one of his buddies showed up, he changed. He teased you mercilessly and acted like you were one of the guys. You hated it; you weren't one of the guys. You were a girl who had feelings for him.

Feelings that you wished would disappear, but they didn't. They clung to you like a shadow, haunting you every day. You hoped that maybe one day he would see you as more than a friend, but right now wasn't the right time.

You were just (y/n), his best friend who secretly loved him but would die before admitting it.

An idea clicked in your head; you knew he was streaming tonight. You run to your room, get your laptop, and plop back on the couch, ensuring not to squish your golden retriever, whose mighty perked up over your quick actions.

You're feeling mischievous today. You log into Twitch with a different username and no camera, ready to mess with Noah.

You find his invite and click on it, eager to see his reaction. He's live, looking handsome as ever in his glasses, sweater, and cat ear headphones. His long hair falls over his shoulders as he reads the chat. You pause for a moment, wondering if this is a good idea. But curiosity gets the better of you. You want to know what he says when he thinks you're not listening.

He answers a question from a fan, "Where's (Y/n)?" He shrugs and sips his drink, "I don't know. I think I pissed her off, so she's not joining me tonight. Maybe she'll show up later." He adjusts his glasses and reads another question, "I had a surprise for you guys tonight, but (Y/n) 's not here so no surprise."

You raise an eyebrow and type a question, "Maybe you should be nicer to her." You hit enter and bite your lip, waiting for him to notice. His eyes widen as he reads your message.

"Nicer to her!?" He exclaims, incredulous. "I'm always nice to her. She's one of my best friends." He looks at your username and frowns, "Who are you anyway?"

You smirk and reply, "You weren't very nice at the bar today."

He grins, realizing it's you, "Why are you hiding behind a fake account?"

You mute the movie playing in the background of your living room, amused by his reaction. You decide to play along. "I didn't know how mean I wanted to be. Maybe treat you how you treat me sometimes."

"You didn't even listen to what I said!" He rolls his eyes and laughs sarcastically, "If you're going to do this, you might as well show your pretty face." He challenges you. He glances at his follower count, which is rising rapidly. People love drama, and he knows it. He usually doesn't get this personal on a livestream, but he has some things he wants to say. "Besides, you started it when you said you didn't even like me!"

You scowl at the screen, annoyed by his words. How dare he act innocent? "I have to keep up with your assholeness!" You type back.

He shakes his head and sends you a link to join him on the stream. "You're not fooling anyone anymore. Just join me already."

You sigh, feeling the pressure. You switch to your main account and click the link he sent you. You allow your camera to turn on, and soon enough, your face appears next to his on the screen.

"Happy now?" You ask with more attitude than you intended.

He nods, smiling at the screen. "There you are."

You lean forward, resting your chin on your hands, "What do you want Noah? I don't really feel like talking to you right now."

He looks at you seriously, "Well, I wanted to talk to you about something important. Something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."

You raise an eyebrow, curious and suspicious. "What?"

He takes a deep breath and says, "I don't want to be your friend anymore." He pauses, feeling nervous.

You instantly feel a gut-wrenching sickness in your stomach, "Fuck you!"

"Wait! Let me finish!" He quickly says. "I like you more than a friend. I've liked you since the day we met, and I've been trying to show you how I feel, but I guess I'm not very good at it and I get scared and I fuck up and then I tease you thinking it's flirting, but it's not working cause it's been four years, and you still haven't caught on, and I'm sorry if I ever hurt you or made you angry. That's never my intention. I just wanted to make you laugh and smile and be happy. I haven't said it directly because I was afraid to lose you, but now I feel like I'm losing you because I won't fucking say it."

You blink, stunned by his words. You don't know what to say or how to react. You look at the chat, which is going wild with comments and emojis. Some are cheering for him, teasing him, and shipping you two.

You realize that he just confessed his feelings for you to thousands of people. You look back at him, searching his eyes for any sign of a joke or a prank. But he seems sincere and nervous, waiting for your response.

You feel your heart beating faster and your face heating up. You wonder if he can hear it through the microphone. You open your mouth, but no words come out. You're speechless.

"God, dammit, Noah. I'm facetiming you. Get off your live."

You're nervous and excited as you sit beside Noah on his Twitch stream. It's been a week since he confessed his feelings for you. You've decided to go public with your relationship, and you're ready to face his fans' reactions.

You sway back and forth in your chair, waiting for the screen to load. Noah rests his hand on your leg, giving you a gentle squeeze. "You OK?" He asks, looking at you with concern.

You nod your head, smiling at him. "Yeah. I'm good. Are you sure you want to tell everyone now?" You ask, feeling a bit nervous.

He nods, grinning at you. "It's been a week. I think they've waited long enough." He says, referring to the cliffhanger he left on his last stream.

He pulls you closer to him and kisses your cheek. You giggle and lean on his shoulder, feeling his warmth and heartbeat.

The computer dings, and the chat has started. You pull your head back from Noah's tattooed arm and sit straight, ready to face the camera. Hundreds of messages pop up on the screen, asking about you and Noah, wondering if you're together or not.

Noah looks at you with a reassuring smile and wraps his arm around your waist. He leans in and whispers in your ear, "Ready to do this, babe?" He calls you by the nickname he gave you when you started dating. You feel affection for him and nod, blushing. He kisses your forehead and turns to the camera, greeting his fans.

"Hey guys, welcome! I hope you're all doing well. As you can see, I have a special guest with me today." He says, gesturing to you. "My now girlfriend." He announces proudly, making your heart skip a beat. He looks at you with love in his eyes and smiles. "Say hi, babe."

You wave at the camera and say hi, feeling shy but happy. You see the chat explode with comments, some congratulating you two, some expressing shock or disbelief, some asking questions or making jokes.

You feel overwhelmed by the attention, but Noah holds you tight and makes you feel safe. He answers some of the questions from the fans, what he likes about you, what you love about him.

Noah tells them about the surprise he had planned for them on the night he confessed his feelings for you: He was going to sing a song for you on the stream, which he wrote for you. He says he still wants to do it if you don't mind.

You nod, feeling touched by his gesture. He smiles and kisses your nose, making you giggle. He grabs his guitar from behind him and strums a few chords.

Clearing his throat, he starts singing about how much you mean to him and how happy you make him. Some other sappy things that you weren't expecting from him.

He looks at you as he sings, making eye contact every few seconds. You feel tears as you listen to his beautiful voice and heartfelt lyrics.

You smile and mouth, "I love you."

He smiles back and mouths, "I love you too." He finishes the song and puts down his guitar. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek. He turns to the camera and says goodbye to his fans, thanking them for their support and kind words.

He says he'll see them next time, but he wants to spend some time with his girlfriend. Noah winks at the camera and ends the stream.

He turns off the computer and looks at you with a sweet expression. "How was that?"

"That was amazing." You say sincerely, holding your hands to your heart nearly melting.

"I'm glad you liked it."

You snuggle into his chest and sigh contentedly, throwing your legs over his lap. You gently grab the sides of his face and kiss him, feeling like you're living your best dream. "It was perfect."

[spectersgirl]

Hiii Harvey Specter x reader and they're in a section relationship because she's Mike's younger sister/best friend??

I’m assuming you meant secret relationship, so that’s what I went with for this!

I've also seen a few people writing for a prompt like this recently so I really hope I'm not stepping on any toes, I tried my best to set myself apart so nothing is too similar <3 also this feels crazy long lol

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Secrets, Secrets.

Harvey Specter x Reader

"Harvey Specter's office," Harvey answered his phone with a suaveness that let you know he recognized the number ringing through to this direct line, as opposed to being connected by Donna's line.

"Wow, so this is what the handsome Harvey Specter sounds like... I wouldn't know since I haven't been able to see him in DAYS." You whined, knowing it wasn't exactly the fault of the man on the other end of the phone, but choosing to complain anyway. Mike and Rachel had been staying with you in your apartment for the last week, something about the water in their building being off, which meant any chance you had of spending nights with Mike's boss was at a zero.

Harvey sighed, hating to hear you upset, and missing you himself. He would've been more than willing to let you stay with him at his place over the last week, however, he knew better than to let you lie to Mike. You were a terrible liar, and the whole thing would blow up in both your faces in about three seconds. You'd only been seeing each other for about 2 months, and up until now it had been pretty easy to hide from Mike. He didn't suspect a thing, so you didn't exactly have to lie.

"I know, pretty girl. I'm sorry. I miss you too. Do you know when their water will be back up and running?"

"I think they said they'll be gone by tomorrow." You paused for a moment, thinking about how, even though you'd be able to be with Harvey again, you'd still be hiding in plain sight from your big brother. "I wish we didn't have to keep this from him..." You said, a bit dejectedly. You and Harvey had both agreed that once things were really serious between you two, you'd tell Mike the truth, but the time felt like it was dragging. The longer you waited, the more torturous it felt not telling him.

Harvey's heart ached, he wanted you happy more than anything else in the world. To hell with your agreement, he was ready to tell Mike, even if it got him punched in the face.

"Let's tell him" Harvey said, shocking you. A big smile crept across your face, you couldn't help the way your heart leaped at the thought of going public with Harvey. You were still nervous about how he'd react, though.

"Okay, deal. Let's tell him in public though. Just in case things get... violent." You suggested. Harvey chuckled at this, knowing you both had the same mental image of Mike's fist in Harvey's face.

"That sounds like a good idea. Meet me in my office at 9am tomorrow, I've got some time between clients and Mike has a meeting out of the office at 10:30."

"9am it is. Alright baby, I'll let you get back to work. I just wanted to call 'cause I missed you. I'll see you tomorrow" You said. You wished you were in his arms now, but happy that come tomorrow you could finally be out in the open.

"I'll see you then gorgeous." Harvey replied, a small smile on his face as he hung up the phone. He was facing the window, and so wrapped up in his conversation that he hadn't noticed Donna walk in and seat herself on his couch.

"Who was that?" She asked excitedly, making Harvey jump about a foot in the air. "That was Y/N, wasn't it?"

"That was none of your business, don't you have work to do or something?"

"I'M RIGHT, IT WAS!" She nearly yelled, now out of her seat and standing in front of Harvey at his desk. He had on his best poker face, trying not to let Donna see any semblance of a reaction. "You're totally dating her. Have you guys told Mike? Can I film it when you do?"

"Can you PLEASE go... answer an email or something? Anything but this." Harvey pleaded, desperate for this conversation to be over. Maybe Donna would get amnesia from the last five minutes and never mention it again. At least, not until after tomorrow. Mike absolutely could not find out about this from anyone other than himself and Y/N or it would be a complete shit-show for everyone.

"Fine, but only because I actually do have a lot to do today. We WILL continue this conversation later. Secrets secrets are no fun, Harvey! Oh, hey Mike! I was just... leaving!" Donna said, smiling at Mike who was standing in the doorway.

He watched her leave over his shoulder before turning back to Harvey.

"What was that about?" He asked, gesturing at Donna. Harvey absentmindedly waved a hand and brushed it off as her being dramatic.

Mike shrugged, seemingly having bought the excuse. Harvey mentally sighed a sigh of relief as he barely listened to the words coming out of the younger man's mouth. Something about the case he was working on, but Harvey couldn't focus. He was actually starting to get nervous about telling him. He knew how much you valued your brother's opinions since he was really your only living family, and he already loved Mike like his own brother. Disappointing him and losing you because of that might just kill Harvey, at least it felt that way to him. Even though you hadn't been together all that long, he knew deep down that you were it for him. He had never felt this way with any girl before, even Scottie couldn't compare to what he felt for you.

Eventually, after giving half-assed answers that Mike was apparently satisfied with, he thanked Harvey for his help and went back to his office, leaving Harvey to himself for the rest of the day until he poked his head in to say goodbye when he left that night.

The time until he finally got to see you the next morning both crawled and flew for Harvey. On one hand, he couldn't wait to hold you again, however he wasn't exactly looking forward to letting Mike in on your secret.

The drive to Mike and Harvey's office felt like it took forever as you practiced what you'd say to your brother over and over in your head. You finally arrived, texting Harvey that you were heading up in the elevator. When you got up, he was waiting for you in the lobby. He smiled politely, acting like merely an acquaintance, not wanting to cause any suspicions. You followed his lead, acting casual as you weaved through the halls behind him.

He took you into his office, sitting you down on the couch. Your hands shook as you smoothed out the sundress you wore. Harvey noticed, because of course he did, and gave you a sad smile.

"It's gonna be okay, honey. No matter what he thinks, or says, I will always be here."

You blinked back a few tears, nodding.

"I'll always be here too, Harvey." You whispered.

He squeezed your shoulder before going to get Mike. You practiced breathing exercises as you waited for them to enter, and when they finally did, your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Mike asked, immediately concerned you'd gotten yourself into some kind of trouble.

"She's fine, we have something to tell you, Mike," Harvey said "Take a seat."

Mike looked between the two of you before sighing.

"Don't tell me, you guys are... together?" He asked, his tone nothing short of uncomfortable. The idea of you and Harvey hooking up made his stomach turn.

"Uh, yeah. We're together." Harvey said, and Mike sat quietly.

You nervously interjected before he had a chance to respond. "We wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure it was something real and... It is. Please don't be mad, Mike. Harvey makes me really happy and I promise we didn't mean for this to happen we just-" Mike held up a hand, cutting you off.

"Y/N, it's fine. I appreciate you telling me, and if you're happy, so am I." He said, a weight falling off your shoulders. "But, if you hurt my little sister, we won't be having this same conversation." He warned Harvey. Harvey grinned and nodded in understanding.

"Thanks, Mike. I'm glad you're being so cool about this." You said, leaning over to hug him. When you finished, Mike stood up to shake Harvey's hand.

"Now, if you guys don't mind, I have work to do so I'll see you guys later. Mike said, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stared in silence for a moment, shocked at how well it had gone over. You felt like he was going to come back in screaming, throwing things, something. But he didn't.

Harvey snapped out of his shock before you, sitting down beside you and taking your hands in his.

"Well, now that that's over..." He began, leaning in to kiss you. A shiver went up your spine, you were fuzzy all over with joy. Finally, you could kiss your boyfriend in public, in front of anyone you wanted.

"What do you say we go out for a celebratory dinner and drinks tonight?" Harvey offered.

"I'd love that."

"Hi, can I interject? I was SO right!" Donna said before going back to her desk to celebrate her yet again correct intuition. You and Harvey couldn't help but crack up, leaning into each other as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. Finally, he felt a relief he didn't even know he was craving all this time.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @blueleopard555 for what I think is probably a WIP game given the context clues lol.

My words are: Flirting, Kindness, and Debate

Tagging: @seyaryminamoto @magixfairyix @elsa-fogen & @yellowumbrella134

My words for you guys are: hurt, healing, & fear

Directions: You match a snippet of a WIP for a fic (or art) to each word. It can be any ship, canon, AU, or series!

*Cries in in just put out the last chapter of my latest long fic and have no WIPs other than bullet points* *Doesn't even have any working titles panic*

So this is going to be really interesting.

For debate: the closet thing that I have is this super messy, unpolished snippet with no prose whatsoever. Completely un-formatted too. It's from a fic that I may or may not even get to but have a concept for; Azula basically shuts down completely and enters this semi-catatonic unfeeling state.

“It’s fine zuko. I’m not sad.” “You lost everything you should feel upset!” “I used to. I felt a lot of things, betrayal, hurt, anger, shame… But one day it just stopped hurting. This is better. I don’t want to feel.” .oOo. "you always had ursa and iroh. I was always alone." “you had mai and tylee.” "they didn't really like me. They were only there because they were afraid of what would have happened if they weren’t" “That’s not true.” “It is.” “Azula.” “You said that I’m a liar but I’ve only ever told you the truth exactly as it was. Father did want to kill you, he doesn’t love you and he never will. He’ll always think that you have no honor. And mother doesn’t love me. She will always hate and fear me. That’s just how it is.”

For Flirting: Unnamed Sokkla fic that will double as both last weeks & this weeks entry for Earth & Mars

Hunger. Love. In a way they are the same emotion. She has never felt things in the ways that people tell her she should.  Slash! Blast! The fire reflects on his blade before it deflects. He charges at her as she charges at him. Resentment. Desire. These can also sometimes become one and the same. 

Sometimes she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

For Kindness: Untitled fic concept where Icy is hit with the kindness spell in (4kids) season 2 and it doesn't wear off.

It floods in like jingling sleigh bells, like laughter and the fluid song of the ice. Like peppermint kisses on rosy cheeks and hands stuffed into mittens. And it is overwhelming, physically nauseating as claws of light magic slice her darkness to ribbons. She tries to conjure up her favorite images but she finds that her focus lasping…redirecting. Mental images of faeries pinned by the wings to the floor are spliced with faeries skipping and laughing. A wanna be witch sobbing over books that Stormy had swatted out of her arms is interrupted by a hand, that Icy only faintly recognizes as her own, helping her up. The entirety of Magix blanketed in an eternal snow is overtaken by a cozy winter in the city with open fires and sticks heavy with marshmallows. Icy grits her teeth. The spell is seeping its way in, snuffing the malice and plucking evil inclinations right out of her as she tries fruitlessly to snatch them back.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think the relationship between Trey and Vil is pretty interesting (but again, as someone who really really likes Vil, each and every of his relationships is interesting to me). Vil himself said Riddle's lucky to have Trey and that Trey is a "exceptional second-in-command" (Vil labwear), and Vil repeatedly noted Trey's thoughtfulness (Vil union/jacket birthday), though sometimes Vil meant it to be criticism (main story 5-22 and Trey apprentice chef, both of which Vil commented that Trey's tendency to spoil others rotten will bring more harm than good for his underclassmen). So yes, they don't appear to be very close (and maybe they aren't), and Vil might appear to be mean to Trey (his words and actions are not helping lol), but I think Trey is one of few students in NRC where Vil actually enjoys having a chat with, considering Trey is one of the few that allow Vil to feel satisfied with his needs to constantly lecturing others and proving that he knows best by smiling and nodding along (Leona can outsmart Vil, Rook can out-talk Vil, Epel gets too defensive etc.) As for Trey, I don't think I know him enough to gauge his opinions about Vil. I'd love to hear what you think too!

I'll be honest, I don't usually think a lot about Trey or Vil (because they're both characters I don't personally enjoy) 🤔 but I love it when new TWST content comes out that makes me go back and reevaluate the characters. It makes them feel really dynamic and helps to recontextualize what I knew of them before. When I think of Vil and Trey's relationship, I think, "they're friendly acquaintances that give off the impression of a stern mom and a doting dad" (not necessarily in a romantic way, that's just the dynamic their relationship reminds me of). Individually, they're both competent people, but they have very different "parenting styles". However, it's never to the point where it becomes hateful. You can tell they disagree on some points, but they're also able to just have a civil conversation about it (ie "be the adults in the room"), letting their strengths play off of each other well. One thing that's very apparent about Vil is that he has high standards for not just himself, but for everyone. Because of this, he has a very critical eye when it comes to things like evaluating the quality of products, as well as others' character. He's not so easily tricked by expert liars like Jade (who came close to earning the Ghost Bride's heart, had it not been for Floyd's interference, even though she would later detect Azul's fakeness; Vil automatically knew something was sus in Jade's dorm uniform vignettes when the eel showed upon Pomefiore's doorstep claiming to want to transfer). What's more, Vil can take one look at someone and determine what their strengths and weaknesses are, and where their potential lies. That's why he picked Epel to be his "poison apple", because he knew that Epel had the capacity to be cute if he learned to embrace his femininity, which would help them stand a chance against RSA. Likewise, Vil can also see these in Trey, no matter how often Trey claims that he's normal or nothing special, or that he's just doing what anyone else would do. See, that's the thing with Trey. He comes off as so humble and approachable that Vil knows it's sometimes detrimental, whether that's to Trey himself or to others. It makes people too reliant on Trey's kindness instead of them learning to be independent (a sentiment which Vil frowns on), and Trey has a habit of perpetuating it because of how "considerate" and "thoughtful" (as Vil puts it) he is. It's a double-edged sword. But in spite of these traits, Vil also recognizes that Trey is skilled at what he does: smoothing things over (because let's be honest, Riddle can suck at that) and leading where others cannot (some will be more likely to listen to Trey because of how "nice" he is to them). I find it really fascinating how Trey talks himself down (in an act of humility), but most everyone else has nothing but high praise for him. It's typically the younger students who see Trey as some older brother figure who will always be there to help them when they need it... but it's the older students--and especially those with discerning eyes--that realize that Trey actually has greater strengths than just that. Both Vil AND Rook, who are some of THE most perceptive characters in the cast, have explicitly commented on Trey's leadership abilities (the latter being during the second Beans Day event; I wrote this post discussing Rook and Trey's relationship if you're interested in reading that! ^^). And you know what else is wild???? If you think about it, Trey is also just as perceptive, and I believe this plays well in his dynamic with Vil. There are many instances when Trey notices details that no one else does, like the fact that Cater dislikes sweets or that Rook does not like to share personal details.

The difference between Trey and Vil is that they use their perceptiveness in different ways; Vil is much more direct with his assessments, he does not hesitate to hit you in the face with what he has scoped out (call it "tough love"). He tends to criticize and point out flaws, and how people could be better. Think about how readily Vil chastised Deuce when Deuce tried to stand up for Epel in book 5; Vil immediately told him he has no right to complain when he has so much more work to do, even Potato #1 (Ace), who started around the same time as Deuce, has made significant progress while Deuce has lagged behind. Vil has no mercy, he is stone cold killer. Some people can't take getting their pride hurt or having their weaknesses told to them, and that's why Vil is often branded as "mean". Trey is the opposite; he often takes note of things but doesn't always make a point to bring it up unless there's a reason for it. His blows are much softer and more considerate because he doesn’t want to attract attention to himself by further aggravating the issue. He does not like having the spotlight on him (something which he brings up multiple times). As an example, when Trey tells us that Cater doesn't like sweets, he says it in a sort of casual manner rather than a pointed one, and his words are phrased such that it's only a guess rather than accusing him of something. Other times, Trey uses the information he has to avoid or to resolve conflicts. For example, when Sebek and Deuce are pressing Rook for information about his family, Trey diverts their attention to take the heat off of Rook. The huntsman realizes that Trey did it on purpose because Trey knew he was feeling uncomfortable with the circumstances. Trey even apologizes to Rook afterwards, asking if he shouldn't have done that. Vil is confrontational (most likely because he sees it as an avenue to push others to grow), whereas Trey is non-confrontational and happy to keep people comfortable with what they already know. If Vil's strategy is to attract bees with venom, then Trey's strategy is to attract bees with honey. On Trey's end, it's actually pretty difficult to gauge how he feels about his classmates because he often doesn't outright state his thoughts on specific people. One thing that crops up time and time again is that Trey typically performs well to make his dorm look good (because, according to him, it would just cause trouble if he messed something up). This says to me that Trey puts the needs or the expectations of others over his own, and this kind of thinking also carries over to how he expresses himself. He tends to make generalized statements like, "yeah, X can be like that", "they can be so energetic", or, "wow, that's impressive". I think this also applies to what he thinks of Vil; Trey has said in other instances that he finds the feats his classmates are capable of totally ridiculous. I'd imagine that he feels similarly about Vil, like he's some star that's way out of Trey's understanding. At the same time, Vil the A list celebrity is also just another classmate, so Trey treats him as such. I don't think I can really recall a time when Trey expressed not liking someone, because really he's the type of guy that tries to get along with everyone. It's not that he necessarily likes everyone, but that he maintains a decent enough relationship so as to avoid issues. As long as he doesn't start anything, no one starts anything with him. That's one of his major boons: Trey's mildness actually makes it so that he doesn't have any real enemies. People either accept his existence and leave him alone, or they give him some level of respect since he's consistently known as a "nice guy" on campus. That's part of why he is so effective as a leader in his own right, and others can recognize that. Vil is also an effective leader, but arguably how he approaches others and handles conflicts has made him more foes than friends (like... how often does he nitpick Epel's looks or manners, and then extend that behavior to people in other dorms?).

Back on the topic of Trey and Vil as a duo, I think it's because of their similarities (the ability to "read" others) and their differences (their very approaches with the information they have on others) that help flesh out their relationship. Vil is equally tough on himself as he is on others (perhaps even more tough on himself), and sometimes that leads to the problem where he denies himself very normal joys or he obsesses over very little details. Trey is exactly the type of person Vil needs to hear from every now and again--just a "normal" dude without those impossible standards. I think this is exemplified in Vil's Labwear vignettes. In those, he is worried about his figure because of a callous comment Rook made. Vil happens to run into Trey in the hallway, and during their conversation Trey picks up on Vil's irritation and invites him over to Heartslabyul for tea. While they're having drinks together, Trey asks about why Vil is upset, and that begins this whole talk about how Vil's upset with Rook's careless phrasing. Trey is able to toss in some of his own experiences dealing with Rook, thereby empathizing with (relating to) Vil rather than simply sympathizing with (feeling bad for) him. I noticed Trey also has less dialogue than Vil; he's giving Vil the space to vent, and pretty much all of Trey's responses are very non-judgmental, non-inflammatory ones. Towards the tail-end of the conversation, Vil actually starts shifting the topic from his annoyance with Rook to Trey's modesty. It's through this that Trey is able to seize the chance to pitch the cake (the so-called "stress relief") he was hoping to offload to Pomefiore this whole time to Vil. Trey got what he wanted in the end while also soothing Vil's troubles, because he treated Vil like an equal rather than a queen on a pedestal. He's okay with soaking up Vil's venom and acting as the verbal punching bag since Trey can just meet it with a level head and understanding. That, in turn, makes Vil feel heard and seen without being judged (which would just make Vil more critical of himself). It's not that Trey just smiles and nods along to let people get anger out of their systems, it's that he actually listens and tells them what they need to hear, but not in an overly sycophantic or condescending way. He knows what to do and say, and how to respond to get on people’s good side. (If that isn't a mastermind move, then I don't know what is 😂 Trey's a lot craftier than people give him credit for! His unassuming nature and lack of open blackheartedness just makes it harder to spot.)

What makes Vil and Trey’s relationship work is that they seem to have a mutual respect for one another, and an understanding of what the other is “truly” like. Vil knows Trey is more talented than he lets on, and Trey can give Vil that outlet he needs to speak on his real emotions. That’s why gives me such strong “parental figures” energy as well 😂

[deviantly-inspired]

Cassandra in the Dreaming AU • Dreamling

This is a short Lil intro to an AU I'm working on for an outsider POV on Dreamling. I've always loved the mythos of Cassandra. There isn't much to it yet beyond a very general outline, but I wanted to post this here to start. Mostly because my work break is almost over, and I need to be able to find this later lol

If you like this let me know. It's been am age since I wrote anything but I'm rather liking this so far.

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CASSANDRA STANDS BEFORE GODS, FURIOUS AND SHIVERING. The smiling woman, Cassandra knows, is Death. Not Thanatos or Hades. Something bigger, older than both by far. Unnamable beyond that which she is. The other, male and dour, she feels she can almost recognize. Someone Cassandra perhaps has seen once or maybe often, but never quite took note of.

"Hello Cassandra," Death says. "I'm sure you're quite confused."

Cassandra has known Gods and Kings. Before Death, each of them seems so young. Death's smile is so old it reminds her of the ruins Agamemnon would tell her of, the ancient peoples who fell before Greece. Cassandra nods.

"My brother here wishes to offer you a place in his realm," Death says. "Should you agree, I will allow it."

"Brother?" Cassandra asks, looking once more to the male. "Sleep?"

Death tosses her head back and laughs. She looks every bit of what Cassandra imagined her mother meant when she had said Death was kind.

"Close!" Death congratulates. "Most of your kind know we're siblings of a kind."

"I am Dream. Your people call me Morpheus."

Morpheus. Of course Cassandra recognizes him now, and wonders at how she ever could have forgotten: she has known Morpheus all of her life, after all.

"You would offer I stay with you?" Cassandra asks, slow and cautious. There are no stories on this strange Death, and nearly none on Morpheus: he is not known for kindness nor cruelty, and is barely spoken of at all, except by those most devoted to him. She has never heard of Morpheus offering sanctuary to passing souls. Has she been forsaken even by Hades, for spurning Apollo so?

Morpheus has very sad eyes.

"Your story is a common one," he says. "Apollo is not half as clever as he believes, to curse you so. Across the sea of stars in every direction there are stories like yours. Each shapes there people evermore, and each is welcome here should they wish it."

Her mind feels wild, like a frothing horse. Her heart no longer beats, but Cassandra knows that if it did it would be running wild.

"Why would you offer this? What have you to gain?"

Morpheus has a strange sort of look to him. Cassandra will later decide that what she saw was grief.

"I am all stories, unforgotten. I am all libraries, unburned. I've room in me for yours as well, should you wish it. What have I to gain from not cutting my own throat, or biting my own tongue?"

It makes no sense to Cassandra. Hardly anything has since the moment she learned that Apollo would let her whole world burn for the sake of pride. Death is quiet and non judgemental when Cassandra looks to her. Morpheus seems to almost be painted onto the background of wherever it is they are. This floating nothingness of stars.

"Will you believe me, lord morpheus?" Cassandra asks. She is surprised by her own wavering voice, and the tears that wish to fall from her eyes. She let's them.

"Apollo has no power here," morpheus says. "You shall never speak prophecy again except when you wish it. And while I can't ensure all in my realm will believe you, none will be bound to find you a liar."

"I will stay with you," Cassandra says. Morpheus looks surprised. It firms her resolve. "Lord Morpheus, I will stay with you, please."

"Of course."

Morpheus extends a hand towards her, and Cassandra takes it with only a moment's hesitation. Death's smile bolsters Cassandra's will, and she reaches out, taking lord Morpheus by the hand. It is not prophecy that Cassandra feels as she steps in line with the god of dreams, but something even Apollo could not steal from her.

Cassandra knows: this is where she is meant to be.

[dinitride-art]

This is a scene from a fic I don’t think I’m ever going to finish- but why not post it anyways, right? Important note here before reading this: it’s after a whole lot of stuff has happened and Mike does deserve an apology because the miscommunications boiled over and Will yelled a lot about some stuff (…that may or may not be written lol- this is literally a scene I wrote one day and was like I’ll fill the rest in later, like a liar). Hope you like it if you do read it !

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“You’re such a dick!”

Will turns away and walks down the stairs from Mike’s room. Mike runs after him, skipping steps and nearly crashing into the railing. He catches up to him right as his hand touches the doorknob.

“Are you yelling at me because you’re angry with me or because you’re scared?”

Will stops. Neither one of them moves for a long moment. It’s quieter in this house than it’s been in years. The only sounds come from the T.V. until it too stops dead in it’s tracks.

Will takes a step back from the door.

“…I don’t know.”

Mike takes a step closer to him. Will turns around, eyes shining and hands trembling.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, I don’t know-.”

Mike catches Will as he falls to the floor, holding him in his arms and glaring at Nancy when he looks up and sees her raised eyebrows. Asking why they’re making a scene when everything’s going to shit already. Aren’t there enough problems to deal with? Get your shit together Michael.

He looks at her in a way that he never has before. In a way that startled her into backing off. She startled him too, when she picks Holly up and takes her through the kitchen and down to the basement.

He holds Will tighter as he cries and apologizes. Mike buries his face in his hair and tries to tell him that it’s okay.

“But it’s not. It’s not okay. I hurt you,” Will warbles into his chest.

“You didn’t,” Mike lies.

Will pulls away just enough to look Mike in the eyes.

“I did. And it’s not okay.”

Mike looks away.

But Will guides him back, a hand on his cheek, fingertips pressing softly into his skin.

The setting sun gazing through the windows and casting him in flames.

Mike holds his burning gaze.

“I hurt you. I pushed you away and I yelled at you and you don’t deserve it,” Will says as Mike’s lips begin to tremble and his eyes sting with the effort of looking directly at his sun.

“…I am scared. I’m fucking terrified of what’s happening and what’s going to happen next. We don’t even know if we’ll make it out this time.”

“Will-,” Mike chokes out filling a rarely silent room with conversation again.

“Please let me talk. I need you to hear this. Please.”

Will looks at him like he’s something that deserves to be cared for. To be treated gently. To be held.

Mike tugs on his upper lip with his teeth, “okay.”

“We’ve know each other for almost ten years. We’ve been chased around and threatened enough times for me to recognize when you’re hurt by something someone’s saying. I know you Mike.”

Will brings his other hand up to Mike’s face and holds it in his hands, like he’s running his fingers through a stream. He breaths in and his hold changes. From pleading and careful to overwhelmingly gentle and sure. His thumbs brush over his cheekbones and Mike’s eyes blink rapidly, nearly fluttering with the attempt to stay open and not melt into Will’s hands.

When he finally wins the battle to keep them open, he sees that Will’s never left. That he waited for Mike to look at him again to speak.

And he does.

“It’s been hard being back here. It was hard being away too, but… that had more to do with Lucas and Dustin and Max. And you. I really, really missed you.”

Mike’s breath catches.

“I’m sorry that I yelled at you for not calling when you first came. It wasn’t… I was scared that we weren’t friends anymore- that the reason you didn’t call was because you didn’t want to be friends anymore.”

Will’s voice is scratchy and Mike can see that he’s blinking back tears. He’s trying to hard not to cry again and Mike wants to tell him that he can.

But he stays silent as Will closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in.

Because Will said that he needed him to hear this.

So he will.

Will pushes through his next sentence, failing to hold back the tears that drop onto his cheeks.

“But that wasn’t true. Because you did call. You called everyday.”

Mike’s heart stops. His vision blurs over and he can’t keep looking at Will because he did. He did do that. And it hurt so much when Will yelled that he didn’t care about what he had to say.

Because he cares so much.

He cares so much that he kept calling the Byers every chance he could, even if no one picked up. Because maybe Will would notice the phone ringing on day and maybe he would be the one to call him.

And it never happened. But Mike kept trying and trying and trying.

And it hurt every time it was unanswered and it felt like something was going to snap deep in his chest.

But he called again the next day. And the next. And the next and the next and the next and every single day until he left for Lenora.

Because he can’t lose him.

He loves him too much.

Mikes shaking and he thinks he might be sobbing for the first time in years. Wills holding him and they’ve fallen back into the stairs and they’re crying in a nearly empty house together and whispering apologies and reassurances and holding each other closer than Mike ever thought Will wanted to have him.

Mike and Will lay tanged up on the stairs. Will’s hand still brushes through Mike’s hair long after he’s stopped making noises that sounded like his heart was snapping apart and back together again over and over in his chest.

Mike’s head is tucked under Will’s chin, his face pressed into his neck. His arm wound around him and tracing over his back through his sweater.

Nows a good a time as ever. Two birds with one stone, so he doesn’t end up crying in Will’s arms some other time. Once is enough.

“…hey,” Mike says, not moving from where he’s molded into Will and into the stairs below.

“Hey,” Will mumbles back.

“Can I… can I tell you something?”

Will’s hand stops brushing through his hair. It moves to the back of Mike’s neck as Will pulls back and looks down at him.

“Is something wrong?” Will asks.

He’s tensing up and his eyes are flickering around them, as if somethings going to jump out of the shadows and snatch them into the Upside Down.

Mike laughs. Will starts to smile, confused but already relaxing.

“What? Is this not about the world crumbling around us?” Will’s still smiling at him, his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

Mike shakes his head and laughs harder, “no- no it’s not. Sorry. It’s not about that at all.”

Will’s hand slides from his neck to his cheek.

“You scared me there for a second, thought the end was nigh,” Will’s eyes crinkle as he jokes around.

And Mike feels like whatever happens next, it’ll turn out okay.

If it’s with Will, it’ll turn out okay.

“I love you.”

But that’s not enough. Those words don’t feel like the burning in his chest or the gentle press of Will’s hand to his cheek or soft words or memories or the sun or the world.

They don’t feel like enough.

So he keeps talking.

Will sure isn’t.

“It’s not just- the words,” Mike bites his lips and looks away, “I don’t know how to tell you all of it.”

He looks back up.

“But I want to. I really do. I can’t tell you who I am yet because I can’t tell myself yet. And I know that we’re probably not the same but- I just needed you to know. I really needed to tell you because it hurts all the time and… I don’t want to feel like that anymore. Loving you is… it’s a lot. But it’s always- I’ve always- you’re…”

Mike breaths in. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to try and bring words to describe his thoughts. When he opens them again, Will is waiting for him. Just like before.

“The only thing that ever stopped me from telling you that I love you was me being scared that you wouldn’t feel the same.”

Will’s staring at him. He hasn’t blinked in a while.

“I love you. I just thought that you should know. Can we… are we still best friends?”

“Always,” Will doesn’t hesitate to answer. Shaking the shocked expression from his face and sitting back up, Mike following his lead.

“Okay, that’s- thank you,” Mike feels his eyes begin to water again as Will looks at him with complete certainly.

Will’s expression tightens, “you don’t have to- Mike.”

A tear slips from his right eye.

He opens them again, watery and gentle.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. We’re best friends okay? We’ll always be best friends.”

A string pulls in his chest. Tensing and painful in response to Will’s sincerity. A bittersweet taste in his mouth, as Mike realizes that he’ll never lose Will, but he’ll always want more.

Will holds Mike’s face in his hands once again. He swipes away a tear trailing down towards his chin.

“I love you way too much to ever lose that.”

Mike’s heart stutters to a stop and then beats faster and faster and faster at Will’s words.

At Will’s smile.

At him tilting Mike’s head down.

At him pressing his lips to Mike’s forehead, to his temple, to his cheek and pulling back to look at him.

Mike stares.

The sun catches Will once again, dancing across the side of his face, skating over the tear tracks drying on his cheeks and pushing gently through his hair.

Mike’s eyes find Will’s once again.

“Yeah?” Mike asks, breathless and hopeful.

“Yeah,” Will responds, sure and gentle.

The sun shines on them and dips over Will’s lips, Mike’s eyes travelling with the rays. He looks up to Will’s eyes again and Will answers before he can even ask.

“Yes.”

And he kisses Mike.

[tennessoui]

I love you for it but also for the way your eyes crinkle up in the corners when you smile and the way you know you can’t cook for shit so you always clean up after I cook for you, willing to take half of any burden I lay at your feet. I love that you know all the complicated rules for Sabaac and you never cheat when you’re playing with me, even if you're a fucking liar about it. I love that you’re terrible at tying knots so none of your shoes have laces, and I love that you know exactly how I take my caf, which sort of music I want to listen to when I’m working with mech-tech, which sort of food I’m in the mood for when we go out for lunch based solely on my expression—do you know those are dates? Do you know when we’re walking down the streets of the lower levels of Coruscant, it takes all my training and all my fear to not reach across and hold your hand?

ahh :D more bed warden, bed warmer! big day for bwbw lol

(i did have a moment where i thought this was from amort & amor, cause apparently "writing love confessions via character a listing small yet noticeable details and actions about character b because love is about observation" is something i do many times)

(but my second guess was bwbw so im gonna count it as being able to recognize this almost immediately)

anyway: holy shit love for this anakin is totally about observation, knowing, and presence!! they both know so many little details about each other because they're always around the other!! the fic itself is based on the prompt that a bad guy observed how much anakin loved obi-wan and decided to use that in order to get his revenge.

so i was writing this list whch is pretty long from the point of view of someone who could blurt this out in a second and the list could go on and on---and i wanted to include quirks and things that weren't necessarily positives about obi-wan, but that anakin still loved (he can't cook, he can't tie knots, he's a fucking liar about sabacc, etc etc) because half of this fic is obi-wan being a little shit to anakin because it's entertaining and he loves him

but also it was important for the story to convey that maybe they're not together romantically yet, and maybe anakin hasn't told obi-wan they should be dating and that he's in love with him yet, but this anakin KNOWS he is loved in some way by obi-wan. like. love is about knowing someone's small things, and anakin knows obi-wan knows his small things.

it doesn't do a lot to diminish the fear he feels about taking the next step in their relationship because in the end that's a scary thing, but he is aware that obi-wan loves him

send me a blurb of one of my fics and i'll talk about what i was thinking when i wrote it/behind the scenes knowledge on it

(from this ask game)

[asherlockstudy]

About the '' why do people think that we are gay '' EB episode.

I have to just laugh at people who were worried and believed word for word everything that they were saying there! How naive do you have to be? I have a lot of respect for R & L and how they conduct themselves, so I am not saying that they are liars here, but I definitely think that out of necessity they do sometimes find themselves obligated to have to tell each other and the fans a few small lies in this regard, for obvious reasons. No one with a functioning brain would believe that they only ever had platonic feelings for each other, or that they are 'straight', I'm sorry it's just not possible. However, I do understand why they would want to say that, and I respect that right, to have that as the '' official '' statement, so I'm not accusing them. at all. What else do you expect someone in their position to say, to each other and the watchers? It's a very normal thing to do.

But do I believe it? Not for one second. I will say, I really don't believe that they are having a 'secret gay relationship' like some people do, I really don't, and I think they are being sincere about the fact that they never have any type of (sexual) experience with each other. However, they most definitely HAVE felt both romantic and sexual attraction for each other, there is no doubt about it. Recognizing nonverbal signals and analyzing body language is a big part of my job, this is my field, and there is no way that someone can convince me they only have strictly platonic feelings for each other. Given how they were raised it's no surprise that they decided to name this intense relationship '' friendship'' and forced themselves to adhere to the standards that such a label entailed, but that label is too simplistic for what they have.

Yeah I know,'' strong strictly platonic male friendship should be celebrated '' and I agree, but it's not what they have. There is a reason why you can go an entire lifetime and never meet two male friends with a story or dynamic like theirs. ( Ia* and Anthon* from Smos* are the ones that I've seen come the closest to that and they ALSO were very much infatuated with each other, in a way that goes beyond simply '' platonic'' ) If R & L want to keep what they feel or think from each other secret it's understandable, ...but yeah expecting people to buy it is...just not possible at this point. Sorry for the super long message, I love R & L and Rhink, and I think they are so fun to discuss, their relationship (read: love story :) ) is beautiful.

Yep I agree with everything except of course I diverge A LOT (lol) regarding whether they have a relationship or not! ;)

[for-dramas-sake]

The Starry Love 19,20 thoughts

Yetan calls herself "one in a million wife" and Greed (2nd soul shard) calls her "not worth a 2nd look". It's always a comedic moment when a women praises her own beauty and the men go, "I've seen better." (But then later when the man praises her for her beauty, the audience says, "Now you know.")

So cute! Yetan goes full fangirl mode over Greed and he hates it!

I really do think that Greed doesn't actually kill anybody. It's all a show and he just collects the cash, but I have no proof, yet.

And the plan is to lure the Void gang to the Prince's palace to keep away from Yetan and Greed? Did no one think of the consequences of this trap?

It is all fake! (The arm! ha) Greed just uses killing to make money. Greed is the complete opposite of Youqin: a liar, a fake, greedy, and a wimp. Chen Xingxu does a fantastic job of playing both.

Looks like Qingkui is finally coming around to recognizing Chaofeng's true character. I'm sad for her because the rose-colored glasses are coming off and he's not the prince she imagined.

So Chaofeng, Haichou and Sushui got caught and Chaofeng immediately knew it was Qingkui who betrayed them, because of...reasons. She did poison them and join the Soul Shard gang, but she was planning on returning because she is a good-hearted person. The old-fashioned defense: I never meant to harm anyone. Haichou then goes full "Traitor!" and Chaofeng falls into a pit of despair (figuratively). These weren't the consequences I was thinking of, but here they are regardless.

OoOoh! Running from killer hornets and these two keeping giving each other side-eye glances. Not just once but several times! Way to turn this situation around and make it romantic.

Gotta hand it to Yetan for not only hurting bad guys but getting money out of it too. And Greed just watches with a gaping jaw at her awesomeness. The girl loves to be the bad guy against bad guys.

Greed and Yetan's interactions are pure gold! (pun intended)

It makes so much sense for Greed to marry "Money". LOL!

Is anyone else unsurprised by how much effort Greed goes to make money? Not anymore. The due has dollar signs for pupils.

Finally, he's not just thinking about money. There's even angst! Greed misses Yetan! When she comes back, their interaction was adorable and they're going...(gasps with realization) shopping?!

Greed is going to pay willing for something?! (gasps and chokes) It's the bone flute! The parallels and the character growth all in one scene! I need a spoon to gobble this episode up!

My heart nearly exploded from the adorableness: It was all worth it. AWWWW!...and then Yetan thinks he regrets it.

I think we all know by now that Yetan has feelings for Youqin and this epic romance adventure she's on is to get him back and not just remove the Iridescent Eyes.

If you made this far AND you'd like to read my thoughts on the previous episodes, here are the links...

17,18 / 15,16 / 13,14 / 11, 12 / 9, 10 / 7, 8 / 5, 6 / 3, 4 / 1, 2

[sweetswesf]

I got a lot done yesterday. Finally got to go to the gym, first of this week. Almost done with my workout, then this buff dude is walking in my direction. I didn’t realize it was a dude from my past…

I met him originally in the street on one of my errand runs. He was on a bike and I knew he wasn’t from here because attractive Black men who are not from the projects here or didn’t grow up typically are with a non-Black woman or trying to avoid all possible eye-contact with Black women.

He was kind of hurried with his proposal for us to hang out that weekend. He was kind of weird looking, but kind of attractive and my standards were on the ground at that moment in my life, so albeit apprehensive, I looked forward to what may be in store. Conversation got sexual fast (red flag), but unfortunately at that point, that’s what I grew to expect. I’ve rarely had guys I’ve been interested in court me.

We texted and I did my research. Found his non-Black girlfriend and Facebook with his real name. The significance of me mentioning that his girlfriend was not Black is because he was QUICK to talk about my Blackness, how Black people have to stick together, blah blah blah. Basically pandering, all while…anyway chile…

I told him I found the stuff and he went bezzerk. I wish I kept that scarring text message but I recently purged all contacts and message histories of things that no longer serve me (I highly recommend). He would say he wants to do something nasty to me, then degrade me when I told him I don’t mess with liars. I blocked his number and he texted me from another. Dude was nuts. You would think I was the one that lied to him or if we saw each other more than once. I was legit scared in these San Francisco streets because I have 0 human protection. I just need Jesus, but also people who stay close to Jesus also get touched, so I admit I was a bit fearful. I even moved away for a little bit after that initial contact with him happened (he wasn’t the reason, but I was glad to get out) but I ended up right back here. That initial encounter happened in 2021.

I saw a dude in the gym a few months ago this year that looked like him, but since I only saw him in person once (but photo many times), didn’t have my glasses on, and I try not to look men in the gym in the face fully, I didn’t think nor want to believe it was him…but after yesterday, I realized it was. Yesterday happened after I said in words how I don’t like to be at the gym late being one of the only women there and out & about on public transportation at night, but it’s hard for me to do mornings because I am EXHAUSTED after workouts and wouldn’t get work done. I’m starting to run out all my options of times and gyms! Also a reminder that my time is running out on San Francisco (but hopefully it’s to go to NY with my new top choice job).

Anyway chile, I was on the tricep dip bar. He found the perfect time to corner me I guess. He hung on the opposite side of the bar. He was VERY friendly, which was a huge shift from how our last conversation went. It caught me very off guard. I didn’t know if I was protected in that moment. Dude is not much taller than me, but is really buff. Could easily choke me out Lmdao. Anyway…

He was looking at me as he was walking toward me, but I avoided eye contact and I thought he was just trying to check me out and then pass. When he waved and got in front of me. He asked me how I’ve been and it was only then did I realize it was him, which is strange for me because I don’t forget a face. I usually would be able to recognize him immediately, but I’m noticing from this and recent social events, I’m getting worse at this…maybe all the trauma my brain is erasing memories to protect me! Lol okay in all seriousness…

He complimented me on my hair like he did the 1st time, which, like I said, for Black men out here is RARE, but he’s from Atlanta and things are…different. I still don’t know what this man does y’all, how old he is, etc. The conversation went similarly to our very first one where he was talking about not really liking it here and Black people sticking together. He playfully hit my arm and I tensed up a bit. He asked if I was nervous and I was like “Uhh yeah, considering how our last convo went.” He said, “You took it well. You were really calm. I was testing the waters.” I confirmed further at that point from that response that I was in danger & that I would probably need to go another gym or to this gym at a different time and change my schedule again.

This gym has the most availability since they’ve closed a lot of their other locations in the city & I have no car. It’s also my cheapest option for the gym. I pay for the whole year here what I would pay in a month at other places, and with a job, adding MORE expenses at this point is a no go.

I told him I needed an apology from him. He did and asked if he could hug me, I said no. He asked if he could shake my hand. He did. He asked why my handshake was so strong and kept my hand in both of his for a little while. The whole time I was thinking how tf can I get out of this? I’m already one of two Black women and one of maybe a handful of women in general on this crowded ass level. He asked if I had his number and I told him “No. I blocked you a long time ago.” He asked for my number, so I grabbed for my phone. He told me to wait and ran a little ways away to grab his phone so I could put mine in his instead. He called me right in front of me and didn’t hang up. I knew he didn’t because I was surprised with a minute long voicemail from him of the background noise during our conversation after I walked away.

He asked what I was doing tomorrow. I told him working. He asked when I was getting off. I forgot my working is studying, but didn’t want to invite him into my reality of unemployment. I don’t even want to be standing in front of you, I don’t even think I need to give you any real details so I didn’t even have the patience to correct him. I just said 6. Again, I don’t know what this man is capable of or what his response will be because he’s obviously not taking social queues, not even after I confirmed the nervousness he picked up and asked him to apologize.

He said, “let’s go grab some tequila,” which was very similar to our 1st conversation where he asked me out to drink. Trust him? Inebriated at that? ABSOLUTELY NOT. This man give me “I put something in your drink without you knowing” vibes TOTALLY. Or “let me take you home now that you’re drunk af”. No, no, no, no. I don’t even want that energy around me.

He gives me very uneasy. I feel uneasy around him. The first conversation in 2021 and the one yesterday, both felt like a distraction sent to me from the devil himself. He’s got a lying spirit. But since I go to that gym, what do I do? Ignore his texts so he can approach me again asking why. If I tell him to leave me alone, I have no clue what that will turn into because he knows where I frequent now? I’ve tried ignoring someone I had to see at work, and they did not let the office prevent them from getting enraged, approaching me, etc. HR did nothing. Do I tell someone? A stranger ain’t getting involved with this. I know one cousin that would MAYBE protect me, but he doesn’t live here. I have stopped trying to make friends here because I have no time to invest in a new friendship right now. Barely even time to invest in the ones I have.

All in all, it serves as more motivation TO GET OUT OF MY SITUATION AND GET A JOB! Hopefully, it’s an omen like last time that a move to NY is coming soon!

Resist the devil of distraction, y’all.

This morning, 9:15 AM: no good morning, no greeting, just a shirtless video of him exercising in the gym with the grey sweats obviously showing a HUGE print. You are supposed to wear clothes in the gym. He is trying to show off and it makes me want to throw up in my mouth a bit. I am repulsed. The guy is a rule breaker and is very chaotic. The guy looks great, but I am also extremely turned off & terrified. It is about him & what he wants, and quite frankly, at my big age & the tribulations in life I’m going through, I have no time for it…Get AWAY from me devil…

[trevisos]

13, 14, and 15 for xarrai?

13. What’s your PCs favorite color?

black bc they’re an edgy bastard LOL they also love dark blue and gold, though!

14. How does your PC feel about white lies?

xarrai is a liar to their core. they are Constantly lying about basically anything you can think of out of pure force of habit LMAO i think they feel like what people know can’t hurt them and they would rather say what someone wants to hear than tell them a truth that’s going to make things complicated. it’s something they really have to work through during the course of the game because they recognize to an extent that everyone needs to be able to trust each other if they’re going to get through this and that means a certain level of honesty is required. it’s difficult for them to break the habit, though. they were raised to be manipulative and dishonest to try to win power and influence and it’s been so deeply ingrained in them that it’s like. fundamental to who they are and they really struggle to fight the impulse to just say what people want to hear vs to tell them how they actually feel sometimes.

15. How does your PC feel about marriage? Weddings?

it doesn’t mean much to xarrai at all, honestly. both in that they’re fine sleeping with someone they know is married and in that they don’t really feel a strong draw toward being married themself. i guess in modern setting they would be vaguely considered a relationship anarchist? they don’t necessarily hit all the tenets of it but they’ve always been nonmonogamous and not concerned with exact labels for the intimate relationships in their life. i do feel like astarion appreciates a Little more clarity than they do, though. i don’t think they ever get married exactly but i can imagine them having a conversation about it where xarrai just kind of shrugs and tells him if he wants to be married they can be married - though they probably laugh at the idea at first. i do think they would like the sentimental gesture of exchanging rings or something similar because they’re secretly a bit of a romantic at heart.

[spoonfulofjesus]

ASD here, went undiagnosed until I was 18 (still not officially diagnosed but I and everyone around me are pretty much 100% positive), and I think I am in the minority in my experience, but I thrived in public school. More under the cut.

I heard a theory that autistic people thrive and perform better than average until their coping threshold is reached, and I didn't reach that threshold until like sr year of hs. I never had melt/shutdowns, very rarely had verbal shutdowns, and generally did thrive. I was a gifted kid (and then an AP kid in hs), which is where they send all the high-intelligence undiagnosed autistics, so the environment of my everyday classes tended to be more calm and mature than I'm sure on-level classes were (from the few that I did attend).

School in general was a very structured environment (the same schedule every day, the same expectations on each assignment, the same curriculum structure in each subject, etc), and again I was in the classes with the smart kids who didn't act out so it was also quite calm and we were treated with more expectation of maturity than most kids our age. So in terms of stress tolerance, I thrived. I was a great student and most of my childhood I enjoyed school (the learning part, anyway..), and I think all of these things I described contributed to me never getting diagnosed.

What I did struggle with was - big surprise - the social stuff. I felt that all of my peers were immature (even the other abnormally-mature ones, often) and I had absolutely zero interest in making friends. I didn't see the point in talking to people. I was more interested in reading or talking to the teachers or writing (I was big into writing. I spent most of my time at school writing, in and out of class. I still enjoy writing, I just have a wider range of hobbies and less free time in general.).

I did have friends, but children's friendships change from play-based to conversation-based around puberty, and that was around when the few people that I did have either started ignoring me or sided with my bullies. The only people that did continue to talk to me were the kids that were more socially isolated than I was, because they were worse at masking or sometimes because I didn't recognize the social cues of kids that I really shouldn't have been around (I don't mean just kids with issues. I was one too, ofc. I mean kids that were violent or otherwise not good influences on me. In middle school I had a crush on a massive pathological liar who strung me along for over a year and I didn't realize it until I was like halfway thru hs). There were not-socially-isolated people that I thought liked me, but I realized years later they were annoyed with my butting into their conversations lol, but for the most part I only talked to the people that came to me, and the people that came to me were the ones for whom I was the only one who didn't run away. I just accepted their existence because I didn't really know or care to tell them to stop and they kept coming back, so ig we were friends.

As an early teen I moved to another state and drifted away from the few people who still allowed me to sit at their lunch table (Chances are we were the "weird kids table" and I didn't know it, based on hindsight). I only had one friend and she ghosted me sometime in jr year, so I didn't have any friends my sr year, and I was completely content with that. I sat with some band kids at lunch twice a week (we had a rotating schedule) but I was pretty much just there to give the appearance of having friends. I don't even remember their names now haha. And I really didn't care.

My mom would always shame me for not having friends and for not being some social butterfly so desperate for attention I would go out and try to inorganically make friends when I really didn't care to. And I had tried that before, to try to please her or to try and seem more "normal" by having friends, but it never really worked out and I didn't really care anyway.

To summarize:

-I was in a calm, structured environment so I actually thrived in classes, and I think I am a minority in that experience. I mostly struggled socially. I was the "quiet kid" and the "teacher's pet."

-I had some friends, but most people eventually left me. I had no interest in making friends, and the only people who hung out with me were those who were even more socially isolated, and I just tolerated them bc I either didn't care or didn't know better, so they kept coming back.

-My mom shamed me for not having friends and for not trying tooth and nail to get friends I really didn't care about. I was perfectly content to be alone, but she couldn't comprehend that.

As someone with ASD and ADHD, I am actually curious how ASD specifically affects people in school, because my main problems are with ADHD.

But ASD is different, and even though I have it, I don't fully understand it, so if other autistic people could talk about their experiences with autism in school, that would be really helpful.

Thank you.