#like genuinely what else do you want from me

[chronic-conjuring]

So I was just gunna keep my ranting in the tags but I actually think this is an important thing to say because I needed to hear it before I learned it the hard way.

This is only applicable to some situations and to ignore that can be very damaging. Not everyone is granted the kindness of being allowed to safely ask for what they want or need, and that it’s very often used in abusive relationships as leverage and for psychological abuse.

TW: Vague Descriptions of Psychological Abuse of a Romantic Partner

This is just to give examples and discuss how this was used against me. No graphic descriptions are included, but I hope it might help someone.

I spent a significant amount of time in two relationships that it was absolutely NOT safe for me to ask for what I wanted despite being consistently encouraged and asked to. I was told it was a safe place to do so and I believed them. Unfortunately it usually led to me being gaslit and manipulated, leaving me questioning my reality, and I believe that was the intended effect. I have yet to overcome it after being out of that place for almost a year as I’m writing this.

Oftentimes I’d ask for what I wanted or even needed from my partners and then I’d get deprived of those things whenever I upset them. Usually it felt like they used what little openness I could give about my wants and needs to punish me, playing cruel games where I’d be made to think I’d be prioritized for once. Only to then be overlooked in favor of someone else before I ever got the chance to even feel like a priority, let alone be treated like it. I’d have things I wanted promised to me, and then watched as they were freely given to my other partner while I was forgotten about, and then told I was being treated fairly because they also felt overlooked and unwanted, somehow. That they needed whatever they were getting too. It was often said to me like I was receiving the exact same treatment when I was very obviously not.

In essence, in my personal opinion, I was being trained to not ask for things, to become complacent in my own neglect and believe it was all my fault because I didn’t do enough to provide for their wants. I was made to feel like my anguish was a self inflicted burden, brought on by my own damaging behavior towards them despite doing everything I knew how to not do that. It was often pinned on my actually healthy relationship, using my girlfriend as a scapegoat for their inappropriate and deceitful behavior with each other and with me.

This was insanely damaging to me, especially since I have been struggling to even say what I want let alone ask for it for a long time. Even as I have the safest people to ask for things from now, I still struggle with it. Sometimes to the point of panic or genuine distress. My brain automatically wonders when I’ll have whatever I’ve asked for arbitrarily taken away for some perceived slight, and leaves me dealing with the anxiety that comes from waiting for the other shoe to drop. Despite the fact that the people I ask for things from now have literally never done anything close to that and actually have a track record of consistently giving me those things if possible after I state the initial want.

TL/DR: Bottom line is this- using the phrase “the worst thing they can do is say no” only applies when anything else they would try to do doesn’t matter or negatively affect you in any significant way. It’s like saying “what are they gunna do? Fire me?” After putting in your two weeks notice at a shit job. There are many situations where asking for things can be dangerous, and many of us become scared of doing so because it was dangerous at some point in our lives. Often it starts when you’re still a kid and are subject to your parent’s whims.

Just something to think about

not very good at asking for things that I want

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: a message from your soulmate

Hello and welcome to this reading! Here I will give you a message form your soulmate. I hope you enjoy this reading!

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Pile 1:

You should keep going. There is so much out there for you; so much beautiful, fun and amazing things you will still have to experience. You are going to be okay. I know it sucks right now, I truly do, but I also know you are a strong person, a strong individual who won’t ever let anyone talk them down; or at least act like they don’t. You won’t let people talk shit about you anymore. From now on you do what you want, don’t listen to anyone else and achieve what it is you want to achieve. Your dreams are in your reach; you can do what you want to do and genuinely be successful in it. You know what you are meant to do in this life and you will have the opportunity to do so. That dream life that you want is out there for you, so don’t you dare ever give up. Not just that, I’ll be there too.

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Pile 2:

There is no one in the world who is as worthy of becoming successful than you. There is no one in the world who is as deserving of love and care as you. You are the most worthy, the most amazing person to ever exist. I envy you, I adore you, and most of all I love you. You deserve absolutely all it is you want in the world and I will make it my number one priority to get you there, to help you get there, to support you in all the ways I can do. I will work hard every day in order to make you feel loved and cared for. Whenever you are ill I will take care of you, I will make you soup and clean around the house. No matter the moment if you are in trouble I will drop everything to come and get you, I will do anything in order to help you.

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Pile 3:

You need to stand straight and start ignoring what the people say about you. You are an amazing person and everything about you is perfect just the way it is; from your cute, little quirks to those traits you would sometimes consider to cause yourself to be boring. People envy your beauty, your unique character, of how complicated and hard to understand you are. Boring people are afraid of your uniqueness, that’s why some people treat you badly. They can’t handle someone with as much personality as you because they themselves have never experienced having one. To me, you are the most beautiful person alive; all those people you are jealous of won’t ever be able to compare to you. You are better in every single way, because to me you are perfect from your head to your toes.

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[slttygeto]

"look at the floor or ceiling, or anyone else you're feeling"

pairing: frat! suguru x fem! reader

content warning: slightly nsfw! established relationship, themes of jealousy, suguru and satoru have a frat house and they throw parties, reader has a male friend and they're a little too close.

Jealousy is a foreign, unfamiliar feeling to Suguru. He doesn’t remember a single moment where he felt small or beneath someone when holding your hand or watching you talk to someone else. After all, he knew what he meant to you and he was well aware of the genuine love the two of you had for one another.

But right now, he felt like ripping someone’s head off.

Satoru watches with amusement twinkling in his eyes as his friend’s jaw clenched once—twice, then he looks down at the drink in his hand, runs a hand over his left thigh before chugging down his drink in one go.

“You’re losing it.”

But instead of saying anything in return, Suguru crumples up the red solo cup before throwing it at the white haired male.

“Fuck off.”

“Just admit it dude,” and Suguru feels the blood boil in his veins. “You’re so fucking jealous right now.”

“Why would I be?” He raises an eyebrow. “She’s mine. I don’t got anything to be jealous about.”

Feeling risky and like adding more fuel to the fire, Satoru nods towards you. “Not even the way she’s staring at him?”

He was a friend. Just a friend, you had told him.

A guy whom you had met back in highschool and were extremely close to, someone who had shared a deep connection with you on a platonic level. He was a guy whom you had openly admitted to trusting with your life if Suguru wasn’t around to protect you.

At first he found that endearing, and it was comforting to know that you were able to maintain such a solid friendship with a guy back from highschool.

That was until he met the guy and things changed.

It’s not that he felt insecure, Suguru had never once doubted how attractive he was in your eyes, but there was something about the way you talked to this guy that made his stomach churn.

The inside jokes, the loud gasp when your friend had given you a gift you mentioned once when the two of you were young and naïve. It was the way in which you remembered the menu he used to order when the two of you would have lunch together, the way this friend stood in your kitchen as though he had been there many times before.

But the nail to the coffin was the look this friend was giving you.

Suguru was a large man, tall and broad shoulders and muscular arms which put you in a headlock every time you fuck. He was also a caring lover, tending to your needs and ensuring you were the healthiest you could be.

Logically, there was no need for him to feel jealous.

But God did he want to knock out his fucking teeth.

He doesn’t blame you for looking so fucking good in that short dress of yours, or the way your boobs were almost completely out. He knows that the makeup look you had chosen for that night was breathtaking, and that the lip combo would drive any man crazy.

But at the end of the day, he was going to make you cry your makeup off.

He gets up from the couch, marching through the party crowd and towards the kitchen where he could see you explain to your friend how you sneak in your own snacks to these parties. But your friend’s eyes were all over your body.

“So I walk in with a plastic bag, I try to hide it behind me—“

“Baby,” you look up from the snack plate in front of you when you hear the familiar purring of your boyfriend’s voice, a big smile on your face. “What are you doing?”

But before you could say anything, Suguru’s hand firmly grasps your waist before pulling you towards him. Your back slams against his chest, and your face flushes when his other hand travels down to your hip.

“I— I was eating snacks and you-“

“Oh, I meant the conversation you were having.” You can’t see your boyfriend’s face, but you notice the slight shift in your friend’s face as he looks at Suguru. “Seemed too interesting.”

You giggle nervously as you rest your head against his shoulder, trying to ignore the way his sudden affection was making you feel. “I was telling him about how I sneak in snacks,”

“Oh?” Suguru chuckles, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispers. “Naughty girl.”

Your breath hitches, and you feel trapped between your friend getting a front row ticket to your boyfriend making a mess of you, and Suguru’s large arms holding you in place. Heat travels up to your face and you look away from your friend as your hands grip your boyfriend’s forearms.

Such a familiar feeling to him, but it was missing the nails digging into his skin.

“Stop,” you giggle again, this time out of breath. You try to get out of his grasp, but Suguru goes from holding you in place to trapping you between his body and the counter. His body is looming over yours in a familiar manner, one arm gently wrapped around your shoulders whilst he rests his other hand on the counter. Then he places his chin on top of your head, pressing his chest further against your back.

“Go on, you weren’t done.” He speaks in a low, sultry voice, emphasizing each word with a press of his crotch against your ass.

It throws you off guard, leaving you a flustered mess as you make a poor attempt of collecting your thoughts. You can't look your friend in the eye, he's gone completely quiet as he watches the scene unfold before him.

Suguru's quiet yet loud dominance, the pace at which you melted against him, the lack of hesitance to give yourself completely to your boyfriend. Your friend felt very out of place.

"I get the bag," you start, this time avoiding eye contact. "And Suguru usually comes through the door and--"

"stare at you for a good minute, taking in how pretty you are," he says loud enough for your male friend to hear, and playfully so your face gets hotter.

"T-Then he takes the bag from me and lets me go to his room to finish getting ready,"

"Mhm," he rests his cheek on the top of your head, staring at your friend. "My room always smells like you by the time you're done."

"And Suguru puts the snacks in the pantry where no one goes."

"Not that Satoru lets them," the tall male cracks a joke, flashing your friend a smile.

Next thing you knew, your friend was excusing himself and marching towards the bathroom.

You try to turn and face Suguru, pushing your ass against his crotch so he could weaken his grasp around your shoulders. However, you let out a quiet gasp when you feel something hard against your ass and Suguru trapping you further against the counter.

"Suguru?" you ask quietly, fingernails digging in his forearms when you feel his lips drag down your neck.

"Hm?"

"What was that about?" You giggle when he nips at the skin of your neck. But he doesn't respond, continuing to give your neck open-mouthed kisses until he reaches your shoulders and then your bare back.

"Not here--" you gasp when he kisses the back of your neck, trailing down your back. You arch away from him, but Suguru's hand wraps around your neck and squeezes lightly.

"Right here," your breath hitches at the lust coating his voice, nails digging deeper into his skin. "Let's warm up a little."

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[emeraldserenade]

hii!! i have a request for joaquin :) reader is joaquin’s wife that he told bucky & sam abt but they thought he was lying and she eventually meets them in person & they’re shocked 🩵🩵

Real ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Sam and Bucky never thought you were real, until you were in their eyesight.

tw: fem!reader, FBI!reader, limited use of y/n, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi Reese, I hope you like this! If you've seen Criminal Minds, then you know what a profiler is and that's the job I gave her. I also didn't know how to end this so sorry for the odd ending.

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It wasn't uncommon for Joaquín to talk about you, your name and the words "my girl", "my wife," or "amor de mi vida" tumbling from his lips like you were the goddess he worshipped. It wouldn't surprise anyone who saw the two of you together if he did worship you, he looked at you like you made the world go round. And you did the same, the love you two had for each other made your own world go round.

Bucky and Sam though? They have never seen you, they've heard about you. Joaquín spending any time he can talking about you, about your smile, the way you hold yourself, anything he could think of was mentioned. That's why the two of them were convinced you were fake, they had never met you, let alone see a picture, yet he was always talking like he was trying to convince them you were real.

"Are you sure the kid isn't lying?" Bucky questioned Sam one day, they were all waiting on you. You said your plane was running behind because your 'case' had run a little longer than expected.

"Why would he set this whole thing up if he is?" Sam tried to defend Joaquín at any chance he could. While he didn't particularly believe you were real, he wanted to give Joaquín the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh, she's here!" Joaquín announced, bouncing on the balls of his feet waiting for you to appear. It only took a moment, then you were in his eyesight. He made a beeline to you, the mostly empty airport helped him not having to weave through people.

To say Sam and Bucky were shocked was an understatement. They assumed, had you been real, that you were going to be pretty. But this was something else, you looked ethereal and they understood by Joaquín basically worshipped you. It didn't help that they saw the way you looked at Joaquín, the amount of love that could never be faked.

"Sam, Bucky, this is y/n, my wife," Joaquín introduced you to the others and you shook their hands.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you two," your eyes twinkled with your smile, your genuine happiness at meeting them making them both feel at ease around you.

"Likewise," Sam was the first to recover, his shock still evident on his face.

"You two thought I was fake," you announced and watched them both scramble for an excuse. "It's ok, my job doesn't really allow me to be around as often as I'd like," you admitted, pressing into Joaquín's side.

"And what do you do for work? I'm pretty sure I could tell you your own favorite color before your job," Bucky joked, you laughed knowing that Joaquín would tell someone your favorite color before your job.

"I'm a profiler at the FBI's behavioral analysis unit," you explained. "I use the behavior pattern, method of murder, and a whole other things to find serial killers. And the occasional kidnap or bioweapon attack," you gave them the longer answer to the question since most people tend to not know what the BAU is. The four of you started to walk out of the airport and to the car, Joaquín holding your bag for you.

It wasn't anything new, the looks you got when you walked with Joaquín but these one's made you smile. You were talking with the boys, getting to know them as you talked. It was fun, you noticed that Joaquín was quiet most of the time but you also knew that with the drinks he would soon be talking, a lot.

"I love you," Joaquín mumbled as he leaned into you, you glanced at him with a smile. "Sam, Bucky, have I ever told you how much I love y/n?" Joaquín looked over at the two. You laughed at the way he tried to make it subtle but with the way he was leaning on you, and his not so quiet whispering, you could hear all his words.

"All the time," Sam answered.

"What about how when she smiles it's like time stops and the world is just revolving around her?" Joaquín had moved to wrap his arm around you, but was still stage whispering.

"That one's new," Bucky said, a smile gracing his face.

"Or, or, when I was immediately drawn to her laugh at the college party. She was playing beer pong and she laughed when her friend missed," Joaquín retold the story of the first time he saw you; however, you've never heard it.

"I didn't know that," you told Joaquín who looked at you weirdly.

"You didn't?" Sam was the one to ask.

"No, if I have the right party, then we didn't meet until a few days later in a shared class. We just happened to sit next to each other the one day that the professor made us pick our partner based on who was next to us," you explained, looking down at Joaquín who was staring at you with heart eyes.

"Well, we didn't know that one either," Sam told you and you smiled and let out a little laugh. You four talked a little bit more before Joaquín started to just ramble about how much he loved you.

"I guess we should get going," you laughed after one particularly loud declaration of love from Joaquín followed by a kiss to your cheek.

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[revelboo]

You got me missing LL and Earthspark Screamer 😭😭 you've got so many ideasss!!! I'm jelly

you're giving us straight up gourmet meals 🤤🤤

Sure 🤣 I’m having fun playing with scenarios and characters. Also: Blokees wave 7 renders

I need them both so bad… And there should be another Insecticon in this next batch, too since all of the Constructicons are out

Disaster Hearts Pt 4

ES Starscream x Reader

• Why is it that your heart beats faster watching him smile like that? When he’s genuinely excited about something not acting superior or sneering at you, his alien face is almost handsome. Almost unsettlingly human. Maybe it’s that under the excitement, it’s that he’s just trying to go home and you understand that. “We could go check it out,” you say and those blue optics flick from the map to you and you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Probably dismissing your offer. It’s not like you can actually help him that much and you shouldn’t even want to. Should be plotting your escape, because his drama and problems are definitely not yours. He’d snatched you.

• We. How long has it been since there’d been a we instead of just him? The other two Seekers stranded here help him occasionally out of a sense of obligation to their own, but they don’t like him. Don’t trust him anymore than he trusts them. But you? You’re no threat to him, too weak, too helpless to harm him. To cause trouble. He’d taken you on impulse because he’d been lonely, wanted someone to rant to, to talk to. Had imagined he’d get it out of his system and discard you, making sure you couldn’t tell anyone what he’d told you. But you’re still here. Still alive because he missed having someone to talk to more than he’ll ever admit. And if nothing else, he can send you out to scout ahead of him and make sure the tunnel system is safe. “Perhaps.”

• He’s still staring at you and you can’t figure out what he’s thinking from his expression. Pensive and almost speculative, but the way he’s studying you makes your skin prickle. Reminds you of your kid brother asking for a magnifying glass only to immediately go torch some helpless ants. “What will you do once you get back home?” You ask, hoping to distract him from wherever his processor has gone and his wings flick slightly. “To your world.”

• Spark aching, he wonders if there is a home to return to. Their war had ravaged their world, most of the cities razed in the bombings. Some of them carried out by his own hands. He’d been the one advising Megatron on high priority targets to cripple the Senate and Cybertron’s infrastructure. And it hurts remembering that for a short time they’d been almost equals. Almost friends. Working together toward a common purpose at the start of the war. Himself, Megatron, Soundwave, and Shockwave forming the core of the Decepticon movement. So sure the war would be over quickly, the Senate destroyed and replaced by something better, less corrupt and broken. “Rebuild, I suppose.”

• Voice almost melancholy, he vents and taps a servo on his desk before he’s reaching for you and you flinch. Surprised when his servos brush over your head, touching your hair gently. Looking up, those pretty optics are unfocused as he absently rubs the pad of a servo against your jaw and neck. And you don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it, petting you in gentle strokes. Afraid to say something that might snap him out of whatever trance he’s in because this is the gentlest he’s been with you since kidnapping you and you don’t know what to make of it.

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Dating Someone Younger Than Them

☾ Characters: Maedhros, Fingon, Turgon, Finarfin, Beleg, Gwindor

☾ A/N: Been wanting to write a version for the Silm after I did one for Bleach. It was just perfect for our elves considering they’re ancient lol.

☾ Synopsis: When their mortal love calls them ‘old man’ and other ancient terms of endearment.

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︶꒦꒷Maedhros꒷꒦︶

➽ The first time you called him an old man, he just gave you a long, unimpressed stare, as if weighing whether it was even worth his time to respond. Then he sighed, rubbing his temples. “I have lived through the ruin of kingdoms, the fall of civilisations, and the wrath of Morgoth himself, and yet this is what finally tests my patience.”

➽ It became a game after that. You would drop an ‘old man’ comment in the middle of a conversation, and he would try to act as if he hadn’t heard it. The twitch in his jaw always gave him away.

➽ He never fully humours it, but he doesn’t ignore it either. If you push too far, he’ll turn it around with some impossibly poetic insult about your youth. “For one so new to this world, you have a remarkable talent for being insufferable.”

➽ If you ever say it in front of his brothers or anyone else, he will immediately deny you. “This is slander. I am not old.” Then he turns to the unfortunate bystander. “Do I look old?” If they hesitate for even a second, he’s going to be even more annoyed.

➽ He could handle the name-calling when it was just the two of you, but when you casually threw out a “Move faster, ancient one” in front of Elrond, Maedhros genuinely looked like he wanted to walk into a volcano all over again.

➽ When he’s deep in thought or strategising, you like to sit beside him and start listing the benefits of being old. “Wisdom, experience, a nice slow pace—” “I am not slow.” “Your reflexes might not be what they used to be.” “You’re welcome to test that theory, though I doubt you’d survive the lesson.”

➽ He tries to get back at you by calling you ‘child,’ but it never has the same sting because it’s factually correct. “Oh, what’s that, grandpa? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your joints creaking.” He looks like he’s regretting every life decision that led him to this moment.

➽ One day you asked him if he needed a walking stick, just to see his reaction. He didn’t even blink. “Perhaps I do. I can use it to beat you with.”

➽ He refuses to admit it, but he finds your antics mildly entertaining. It’s a welcome distraction from the heavy burden he always carries. If he didn’t enjoy your company, he wouldn’t tolerate you at all.

➽ There was one occasion when you woke up with a sore back from sleeping in an awkward position. The second you so much as winced, he was on you like a vulture. “What’s this? Ailing already? I thought only old men suffered from such things.”

➽ He once caught you whispering to one of the horses about “taking extra care of the old man,” and you have never known true fear until you turned and saw the way he was watching you from the doorway.

︶꒦꒷Fingon꒷꒦︶

➽ He takes it with absolute grace. The first time you called him an old man, he just burst out laughing. “Oh, is that how you see me? I’ll have you know, I am in my prime!”

➽ If anything, he started playing into it more than you did. You accused him of being old, so he leaned fully into it. He started dramatically pretending to mishear you like some ancient relic. “What was that?” he would say, cupping a hand to his ear. “Speak up, my hearing isn’t what it used to be!”

➽ If you say it in public, he just rolls with it. If someone asks how old he is, he’ll sigh wistfully. “I lost count after the first thousand years. But it is a heavy burden to be so ancient.” He then promptly challenges someone to a footrace just to prove he’s still in perfect shape.

➽ The first time you called him ‘old man’ in front of Turgon, the sheer look of delight on his brother’s face was enough to make Fingon immediately declare, “Okay. I will not stand for this slander around my siblings.”

➽ He does this annoying thing where if you ever complain about something even remotely difficult, he pats your head and says, “Ah, you young folk. So fragile, so untested by time.” It makes you want to fight him.

➽ You once jokingly suggested getting him a cane, and he immediately turned it into a whole thing. “Ah, a cane! Lovely! Now I can whack you each time you refuse to be nice to your old man.” You realised too late that you had given him an actual idea.

➽ When introducing him to new people, you would say things like, “This is Fingon. He’s about ten thousand years old. Probably met a few dinosaurs in his youth.”

➽ “There were no dinosaurs,” he said one day, rubbing his temples. “You don’t know that,” you shot back. “You’re old enough that you might’ve forgotten.” He had to physically restrain himself from throwing something.

➽ You tried to call him ‘grandfather’ once, just to mess with him, and he whacked you with the cane before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “Disrespectful children get carried off into the mountains, did you know?” He had you hanging there for a good five minutes before he let you down.

➽ He does have moments where he flips it on you. If you ever struggle with something, he’ll just fold his arms and shake his head. “Tsk, tsk. You youngsters, no stamina at all.” Then he walks off whistling, leaving you to yell after him.

➽ He keeps an actual tally of how many times you’ve called him old. Every time you say it, he smirks and says, “Ah, that’s another one. I believe we’re at…oh, at least a hundred now, and it’s only been a day.”

➽ Despite everything, he wouldn’t have it any other way. If anyone else had dared to mock him like this, he would have thrown hands. But you? You made eternity a little less lonely.

︶꒦꒷Turgon꒷꒦︶

➽ He is absolutely scandalised the first time you call him an old man. He stares at you as if you’ve just insulted his entire lineage. “Old? Old?” You’ve broken his brain.

➽ He cannot believe you would say such a thing to him. “I am in my prime!” He spends the next five minutes going over how elves don’t age like mortals. You nod along, taking none of it seriously.

➽ If you ever say it in court or around his people, he’ll pretend he didn’t hear you. If someone else reacts, he immediately dismisses it. “Do not humour them. They are young and foolish.”

➽ He’s far too serious about it. If you keep teasing him, he will launch into a lecture about the differences between elves and mortals, as if he genuinely thinks you might not understand. “Age, as you perceive it, does not apply to me in the same manner—” “Yes, yes, that’s what all old people say.” He looks like he wants to strangle you.

➽ You tried to give him a ‘wise old sage’ persona once, asking for ‘the wisdom of the ancients.’ He was not amused. “If you wish for my wisdom, then cease your foolishness.”

➽ He does get his revenge, though. If you ever ask for his help with anything, he tilts his head and says, “Ah, but I am an old man. Surely you would not ask such a burden of me?” Then he watches as you regret everything.

➽ He tries to turn it on you by calling you ‘child’ but ends up making himself sound even older. “You are but a mere infant in the grand scheme of things.” “Alright, grandfather.” He clenches his fists.

➽ You’ve tried to get others in on it, but most of his people are too respectful to join. Idril, however, betrayed him once by smirking and saying, “Well, you are older than the moon.” He was horrified.

➽ Still, you were insufferable about it when the mood was light. The time he hesitated for just a second before kneeling and you went, “Careful, old man, don’t throw out your back,” had him seriously considering revenge.

➽ You once dramatically gasped and pointed to a grey hair (it wasn’t grey, it was just the light hitting his hair in a certain way). He immediately went to check a mirror. You laughed for five minutes.

➽ If you ever try to help him stand up as if he’s frail, he will walk away without acknowledging you. But if you trip, he’s the first to say, “Ah, how clumsy youth can be.” You hate that he’s learning.

︶꒦꒷Finarfin꒷꒦︶

➽ He takes it with the patience of someone who has raised multiple hot-headed children and lived through millennia of nonsense. The first time you called him an old man, he just gave you a very calm look, folded his hands, and said, “Ah, so this is how we’re speaking to our elders now.”

➽ Every time he started waxing poetic about the past, you’d lean in and whisper, “Tell me, old man, what was it like when the world was flat?” just to watch his expression twitch.

➽ He tries to be above it, but the more you push, the more you can see that tiny flicker of exasperation in his eyes. “I do not feel old,” he tells you one day after you make some comment about him needing rest. “Then why do you sigh like a man who has carried the weight of time itself?” He does not respond with an answer.

➽ If you ever say it in front of others, especially his courtiers, he just offers a serene smile and responds in that terrifyingly diplomatic tone: “Yes, I am indeed quite old, and with that comes the wisdom to know when to ignore a foolish remark.”

➽ You sometimes get him gifts with ‘Number 1 Grandfather’ written on it, which makes him mentally age. “Got this for you while I was at the art shop. They had this as a giveaway gift. Thought of you,” you say with a brilliant smile. He secretly uses that item when you’re not looking.

➽ He won’t openly challenge you, but he gets his revenge in subtle ways. If you ever need his help, he pauses for a long moment and hums as if in deep thought. “Ah, but you just said I was an old man…surely, you would not burden me further?” He only helps once you’ve suffered enough.

➽ You tried to make it worse by referring to him as ‘grandfather,’ thinking you’d finally get a real reaction. He only smiled and said, “Ah, then I expect you to act with the respect due to one’s grandsire.” You lost that round instantly.

➽ If you ever ask if he remembers something from thousands of years ago, he gives you an almost pitying look. “My dear, I was there when the Two Trees shone in all their glory. This event you speak of? It is recent history to me.” You can’t even argue.

➽ He once overheard you talking to a servant about how he was probably the type to grunt when sitting down. The next time he lowered himself into a chair, he made a point of doing it completely silently while staring directly at you.

➽ You once got overly confident and teased him about ‘his old man hands’ when he reached for something. He just slowly raised his eyebrows and then gestured for you to hand him a sword. “If you wish to test them, we may spar.” You swiftly remembered that he was, in fact, a Noldorin warrior.

➽ When he catches you struggling with something, like carrying too many things at once, he doesn’t say a word. He just watches, waiting for the inevitable. When you drop something, he finally hums. “Ah, youth. So full of energy, yet so lacking in foresight.”

︶꒦꒷Beleg꒷꒦︶

➽ The first time you called him an old man, he just stared at you for a moment and then burst out laughing. “Old? Me? My dear, I can still outrun and outfight you before breakfast.” And he proves it, too.

➽ He is the absolute worst about it because he finds it hilarious. If you bring it up, he immediately goes into an exaggerated act of being ancient. “Ah, my weary bones, my tired limbs! The years have been so cruel to me!” He says this while effortlessly stringing his bow.

➽ If you ever suggest that he needs rest due to his ‘age,’ he takes it as a personal challenge. “Oh? Do I seem tired to you?” And then he drags you on a full-day hunt through the wilds, moving like an unstoppable force while you suffer.

➽ He gets back at you by constantly referring to himself as a ‘wise elder’ and you as an ‘inexperienced youth.’ If you struggle with something, he leans against a tree and sighs. “Ah, I remember my younger days, when I too was reckless and foolish.

➽ Sometimes, it backfires like when you’re hunting together and request that he assist or carry you. “You would not make such a request of your elderly? I am but a fragile old man—weary are my bones. You, my dear, should carry me instead.”

➽ You tried to get Túrin in on it once, but the clueless man actually believed you and started treating Beleg with exaggerated concern. Beleg had to sit him down and explain that no, he was not, in fact, on the brink of death.

➽ He once let you tie a ‘wise old sage’ beard onto his face just for fun. He wore it for exactly ten minutes before it got in the way of shooting an arrow.

➽ His patience was legendary, but you had a way of testing it in ways no one else could. Like when he was lost in thought, you would ruin the moment by poking his cheek and saying, “Careful, old man, if you frown any harder, your wrinkles might become permanent.”

➽ If you ever call him old in front of other elves, he leans into it. “Yes, indeed, I am ancient,” he says dramatically. “I have seen centuries of battle, and yet I still find myself suffering through this torment.” He gestures at you with exaggerated despair.

➽ He once saw you rubbing your shoulder after a long day and immediately smirked. “Oh, what’s this? Are you aching? How terrible! I thought only old men suffered such things.” He enjoys payback too much.

➽ You tried to call him ‘fossil’ once, thinking you could win the game. He immediately scooped you up and ran at full speed through the trees until you begged for mercy.

➽ He never lets you forget that, compared to him, you are essentially a newborn. “I remember when you were not even a thought in the world,” he tells you cheerfully.” Meanwhile, I was already legendary.” You groan.

︶꒦꒷Gwindor (Pre-Angbang)꒷꒦︶

➽ He reacts like you’ve just struck him with an arrow the first time you say it. “Old? Old?” He looks personally betrayed.

➽ He immediately tries to defend himself. “I am hardly old! If anything, I am in the prime of my years!” You nod solemnly. “Yes, denial is common among the elderly.” He groans.

➽ He actually gets concerned the first time you say it. “Do I look old?” He immediately checks his reflection. If you don’t reassure him, he starts overthinking it.

➽ When he realises you’re just teasing him, he starts throwing it back at you in the most dramatic ways. If you ever complain about anything, he sighs. “Ah, such struggles of youth. You will understand in time.”

➽ He’s the type to get flustered if you say it in public. If someone overhears and laughs, he immediately tries to explain himself. “This is slander! I am not old!”

➽ He tried to retaliate once by calling you ‘youngling’ in the most patronising tone possible, but you just blinked at him and went, “So you admit it. You’re old. Practically dust. Thank you for your honesty.” He has never attempted it again.

➽ You once left a walking stick outside his tent as a joke. He picked it up, twirled it in his hands, and then used it to trip you. “Ah, it seems this old man still has some skill.” You regretted everything.

➽ He doesn’t take it too seriously, but there is one thing that gets to him: the reminder that time moves differently for you. “One day, you will be gone, and I will remain,” he says quietly one night. You feel a little bad, but then he sighs dramatically. “Then again, perhaps by then, I will be an old man.” He always finds a way to joke about it.

➽ He once caught you massaging your hands after writing for too long and immediately smirked. “Oh? Are your hands aching? Perhaps you, too, are ageing faster than you thought?” You wanted to throw something at him.

➽ If you ever try to claim he’s losing his edge, he challenges you to a duel on the spot. He fights with all the skill of a seasoned warrior and does not go easy on you. By the end of it, you’re the one exhausted, and he just grins. “It seems this old man still has some strength left.”

➽ He gets extra petty about it. If you ever ask him to carry something for you, he makes a show of pretending to struggle. “Oh, my weak, ancient limbs! Alas, I can barely hold such weight!” Then he immediately lifts it with ease.

➽ You tried to ‘help’ him up once when he was sitting on the ground. He just raised an eyebrow and yanked you down instead. “If I must suffer, so must you.”

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[iamfuckingsorry]

so i really didn't like fugitive telemetry nearly as much as the rest of the series on my first listen, in part because i spent a big chunk of it confused about what the hell i missed because i was listening to it in publishing order, and in part because mb spends a great deal of it feeling super uncomfortable about basically everything

but i'm listening to it again now and i can really see why people seem to like it.

mb's really struggling with its identity in this one oh god. it knows it's a secunit it wants to be a secunit it is not a human or a bot or anything else and it does not want to be treated as anything else but what it is. but it also. fucking hates being treated as a secunit. and it's especially bad because so many of the people on preservation are trying to be nice about it, like there's several instances of people going "oh hi--- oh wait fuck the feed id says secunit oh shit it's the secunit--- wait no calm tf down it has rights yeah i know it's scary af but you still need to treat it like a person oh god okay let's be weirdly polite and pretend you're not scared" and mb clearly hates that immediate reaction to what it is, but it seems to hate people forcing themselves to be aggressively polite around it just as much, because at least that immediate reaction is what it's used to

ah mb both wanting to be equal and being horribly freaked out by the idea of being equal because equal means human and the idea of being human is so incredibly gross will never stop being entertaining (and very very relatable)

pin lee is also just so aggressively in mb's corner, she doesn't really play /that/ big of a role in the book but she's 100% fighting for mb basically from the moment it comes back to save mensah in exit strategy, and here mb just needs to be like "ew i don't wanna do that" and pin lee feels like she would fucking. kill someone. to make sure mb doesn't need to do things it doesn't wanna do. can i also get a pin lee please.

also the bit where mb talks about people seeing it on tv or something? i can't remember if it's the documentary or if it maybe comes up in another context but there's definitely a part where mb talks about how it wouldn't mind that actually. and knowing what happens later on i'm just like. ahhhh foreshadowing!! nice!!

and it gets to do proper secunit stuff! it's so happy about it, like "yes i liked this plan better. partially because it was a better plan but also because it was a secunit plan, not a combatunit plan". like i know we all (me included) wonder if/what kind of sexual abuse mb's been through the way it reacts to maybe being percieved as a sexbot and stuff, but it also clearly doesn't want to be perceived as any other kind of construct either. it's not a comfortunit, it's not a combatunit, it's a secunit goddamnit (insert bones "im a doctor not an ---" gif here)

and the way it just. doesn't understand the preservation bots at all. jollybaby probably thinks it's being all cute and friendly including and mb just finds it. annoying. the other bots are a variety of genuinely friendly and lowkey an ass but doing the same Nice and Polite thing that some of the preservation humans do to it, and mb feels all sorts of ways about it, like if all of them are playing some kind of weird game where they roleplay as happy content bots even though they couldn't possibly be since they're not really free

and its relationship with indah, and the way it goes from "ugh i hate this human" (because said human is very much treating it like a dangerous murder weapon, very fair reaction) to "ugh i still don't like this human but i wouldn't necessarily /hate/ having to work with her again" (because said human has actually started to realize that secunit 1. fucking loves saving people is just can't help itself, 2. is actually fucking amazing at its job, and 3. maybe really does deserve to be treated like a person)... like they're not friends by the end of it but they're much, much closer to something like coworkers who don't work the same way but are generally fairly okay with each other. god it just can't fucking help making some kind of connection with humans can it

anyway i dunno where i was going with this, my memory is too shit to actually pull up any specific examples and i'm all just about vibes, but it's just like

good book actually

[ilovedthestars]

I've gotten multiple responses to this post that are basically along the lines of, "I mostly agree with this, but calling close platonic relationships 'queer' still feels weird to me. That's not what 'queer' usually means and I don't know if I'd use it to describe relationships like this."

And like. I appreciate that people are listening to my point and being receptive to it, even if it feels a little Out There to them! I genuinely appreciate the folks who aren't sure they get this but are hearing me out.

But I also keep wanting to be like. Yeah, that's my point!

We don't use 'queer' to describe platonic relationships but I think we should. (Or at least, should be able to, when it fits the circumstances!) I know, and I acknowledge directly in the post, that this is not a widely accepted usage of the term. I am arguing for an expansion of the term.

I can only make guesses as to what people with this kind of reluctance are feeling, but my best guess is that they're used to "queer" (or at least "queer relationship") being used mostly in reference to gay/lesbian/same-gender love and attraction. A lot of people mostly associate the word "queer" with gay romance. And while that's a big subset of queer experiences, honestly, I think it's a shame that it's often the only type of queer experience that gets talked about.

Queer is an umbrella term for a reason! Is there any reason "queer relationships" shouldn't include, say, friendships between queer/trans people? Or romantic/sexual relationships that could be considered straight, but include one or more trans people? Or, as I make the argument above, relationships that are breaking down the normative ideas of what kinds of relationships a person is "allowed" to have, regardless of whether the people involved are themselves queer?

Maybe that last one is a leap for some people, and you think that a relationship can't be queer if the people in it don't identify with any of the LGBTQ+ labels. I understand that reservation, but honestly, I think that there's so much social pressure against non-normative relationships that people who break them should get to be considered queer / in a queer relationship if they want, and that we should get to apply queer interpretations to characters in that kind of relationship as well.

(Also, like, a lot of people in non-normative relationships are in fact queer, especially aromantic and asexual. But if we aspecs can have fun with our queer friendships and queerplatonic relationships, I don't see why anyone else shouldn't be able to!)

Anyway, all that to say that if this is pushing your definition of queer a little bit, good! That's what I was trying to do! And I hope people come away from this a little more open to the idea.

If you still aren't really convinced, that's okay. If it doesn't change what you personally use the word "queer" for, I hope you still get something else out of this post—like learning about amatonormativity and starting to see it around you, or considering friendships in media through a queer / anti-amatonormative lens of analysis when it feels relevant. (Or just being more chill about aro and ace people in fandoms who don't ship your ships. Please. We would really appreciate it.)

And I just want to say, while I'm here: Thank you for the incredible response to this post. It's just over 10k notes as I'm posting this and I'm so happy that so many people are interested in this topic & my thoughts on it (and so grateful that the response has been 99.99% positive so far). To all the aspec folks who have told me I've put something into words that you never could—thank you, I'm truly honored and I love you all 💜💚. To all the people who have told me I've opened their eyes to something new—thank you for being curious and willing to learn! And to all the people who still don't get it but are here anyway—thank you for listening to what I had to say. I'm glad you're here.

I wish it wasn’t a hot take that a story in which two characters of any gender prioritize their purely platonic relationship over any other romantic or sexual interests they might have is a textually queer story

[levissslutt]

Warnings : 18+ MDNI smut, shower sex wc : 3520

The mechanic pt 2

Your head was spinning, legs still sore. What the fuck. How did you get home. Was it a dream? Swinging your legs over the bed and hobbling over to your bathroom, the love marks that littered your skin let you know that wasn't a dream.

So how on earth…... did he go through your purse? Look at your id? This is insane. Your mind was racing, you told him you lived in the neighborhood, but you never told him where exactly. You rubbed your temples, a headache already forming.

Quickly showering and throwing on something comfortable, you checked your phone, maybe he put his number in.

Nope, nothing. No messages, no calls. Your heart was all but beating out your chest. Sitting on the edge of your bed you ran your hands over your face out of frustration. Your chest was tight and your eyes were darting at ever little sound, jumpy wasn’t even the word.

But how were you supposed to act when a man you just fucked into heaven, and then fell asleep in his arms, brought you home. Without ever telling him where you sta-

“My car oh my god.”

Jumping up you ran to your porch to find your driveway completely empty. Your heart sank. Your hands were gripping the steel railing so tight it hurt. You shut your eyes to control your breathing. Wasn't like the older man could open the garage, cause you made it into a yoga studio, sealing off the garage.....so in conclusion he took your car. No correction, he nutted in you and THEN took your car.

Your breathing hitched.

“Now is not the time to hyperventilate girl get it together and FUCK I need a plan b.” The realization of everything was coming at you in waves, you fucked him so good you wore your own self out.

Your pep talk was not working. At all. Who told you to let him nut in you. And now look, your car is fucking gone. And there's nut just swimming around in your uterus. Great. You walked back into the living room slamming the sliding door behind you and sunk into the couch again.

You fucked up big time. And the saddest part of it all, your hand didn't reach for your phone not once to call the cops. A part of you was hoping there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Another part, hurt. Not exactly sure why, but you were foolish enough to believe he really wanted to see you again after one interaction.

Everything about him was so mesmerizing, it was hard to force yourself to not let your mind wonder. You sat there pondering on the situation, ultimately deciding to call the cops, he'd stolen your car after all. Fuck how good he looked.

Before you could lift yourself off the couch, you heard keys jiggling in the door, and then it opened, revealing the man that had been invading your thoughts since you woke up.

You looked over and didn't even realize he had pulled into your driveway, in your car. Standing you glanced towards the driveway and then back at the man who seemed to be frozen in place.

"Explain, now." Was all you said.

He sighed, kicking the door closed behind him, and only then did you realize the food he had in his hand.

"Listen Bella, Im really sorry, after you fell asleep, I literally could not get you to wake up and I still had my son in the shop."

Heat began to rise in your cheeks. 'Oh shit, I took a muscle relaxer before I left the studio.' You thought.

He rubbed the back of his neck before continuing, "I- um I looked at your drivers license." Your eyes widened.

"Joshua that's fucking creepy are you serious, and you're driving my car."

He didn't move, he looked genuinely embarrassed, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

"I know ma and Im really sorry, but I had to get both of y'all home and I just didn't know what else to do, and on the way back here your car had given out on me. I think you need a whole new engine, honestly ."

You scoffed, "don't expect another ride from me mr. mechanic."

His posture eased little, finally placing the bags on the table. "I don't, especially after this." He gestured to himself in your house.

Rolling your eyes you padded over to the table "yea no shit."

Both of you sat at the table, across from each other, you didn't want to be too close to him just yet, your heart was still racing and you didn't want him to take that the wrong way. Little did you realize, your heart was beating for all the wrong reasons anyways actually, that's why you didn't want him near you, any sane person would've told him off and to get out, yet here y'all were.

He leaned back in the chair , trying to read your expression.

"I grew up with 4 older sisters and a single mom, that don't really mean nothing to some people, but to me, it means everything, and I promise you I would have never gone out my way to do this to make sure you was home safe out of malicious intent. I genuinely, genuinely just wanted to make sure you was straight. And if you tell me off and tell me to get out right now I will."

He paused , "I did go and find that engine for you tho, so let me at least fix that for you before you do decide to kick me out."

You stared at him in disbelief. Was he dead serious right now.

You studied his face, the way his brows knitted, the way he had his lips pressed together, but most of all this eyes, piercing right through you. Despite it all, you didn't get any negative energy from him, his eyes held sincerity, and this might've been a mistake, but you asked him to stay.

"You don't have to leave Josh." Your voice was just above a whisper.

He relaxed all the way into the chair, grabbing his chic fil a bag and eating. You sat silently for a second before doing the same.

-

"Where's your son?"

He smiled in between a bite of his food, "school."

"Im sorry I fell asleep on you, I think I took a muscle relaxer, before I left work, obviously not expecting..ya know."

He chuckled lightly at you gesturing towards him.

"Its all good lil mama."

His usually cocky smirk and demeanor had returned, you liked it, too much.

After the two of you finished eating, you cleaned up the trash as he watched you silently.

"If you was just going to stand there and watch me you could've made yourself useful and threw away your own damn trash."

Without missing a beat he responded

"Now why would I want to do that, Ms. yoga instructor.?"

Your heart hammered a bit in your chest, trying to recover, hoping he didn't notice, you put your hand on your hip facing him.

"Mcht, boy please, you lucky I don't call the cops on yo ass right na."

"Again, whyy would you wanna do that mis thang, a brother just tryna help you out."

"Well a brother did break into my house." You shot back.

He laughed, a full laugh that fills the space between you two.

"You got a point, but I was off today, while that boy in school I could start on your car, if you don't mind."

"Of course not, but how did you get it to cut on this morning anyways, since you said last night it cut off again."

"I was able to get it in your driveway and used my truck to give it a jump, it can't sit like that even with a dead engine it'll ruin the spark plugs."

You nodded pretending you had any idea what he was talking about.

"But anyways I figured Id fill up the tank and get breakfast, I had one of my workers order that engine last night and it came at the crack ass of dawn." He filled up your tank?

"Well in that case, you owe me now, for breaking into my home, so chop chop." You clapped your hands ushering the man out the door.

He was laughing all the way to the driveway. " Don't rush me, I might miss a plug , and when you got to turn it on, BOOM."

You smacked his chest " you better the fuck not, Ian rushing you, but uh hurry up, cause I have to go to the store now because of you."

You pouted towards the end of the sentence, but a realization seemed to hit the man. Walking around to the passenger side, he reached into the open window pulling out a bag and tossing it to you over the hood of the car.

As you examine the contents of the bag he began to get to work, propping the hood up, he shook his head reaching into his tool box.

You pulled out a small box from the bag. It was a fucking plan b.

You laughed out loud, causing the man to look up from what he was doing.

He smiled once he seen why you were laughing, "Yea my bad ma, you uh you was not letting up I couldn't help it."

That only caused you to laugh again. He can't be serious.

"Don't blow up my car, I'll be back Mr. Mechanic."

He watched you as you walked back into your house, hips swaying, he knew you weren't doing it on purpose either it was just natural. You just had no idea how much he loved that nickname you gave him 'Mr. Mechanic.'

---

A few hours had passed since Josh had started working on your car, and after what seems to be forever, he sighed heavily, popping the hood close. He was shirtless, sweaty and tired at this point. Maybe you had a thing for dirty niggas cause you'd take him right now if your neighbors weren't outside.

Well maybe not dirty niggas, but damn the sweat dripping off his face, and his dirty ass hands, and the way his pants hung low on his hips, 'damn he looked so fucking good.'

"You staring again ma."

The two of you were positioned much like yesterday when he made that comment, him leaned onto the hood of your car, with you sprawled in your driveway with a book.

You barely read anything, it was really just decoration so you could hide your eyes behind it while you watched the man work. Could anyone blame you for real?

"You look good creep."

You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear you. He smiled, dropping his head and turning around to face the car.

"Come crank it up for me sweetheart."

You obliged, happy to be out the sun, you felt bad to sit around in the house while he was out here working, on his day off at that, so you stayed and kept him company.

As you slid into the drivers seat, you cranked the car, the engine roared to life. Like literally roared. It sounded like a real sports car now. Your eyes widened, smirking.

"That sounds amazing Josh what did you do."

You left it running for a bit as he explained to you the ins and outs of your car, he even puled you around to the front to show you what he did too. He was so proud and even tho he might as well had been speaking mandarin you smiled and nodded nonetheless.

A realization popped into your head. "Don't you gotta go get your son?"

He shook his head, "Nah lil man going with his mom for the weekend."

He saw all the questions, that flashed behind your curious eyes, but you didn't push and he wasn't exactly willing to give up any answers about that so you dropped it.

" I really appreciate everything you've done for me, you scared the hell outta me this morning, Im not gonna lie."

Turning the car off you helped him gather his tools, and headed back inside. "If you hadn't been concerned about what I did, it would've alarmed me Im not gonna lie, I knew I was taking a huge chance, but I know from the bottom of my heart I don't mean no harm, just tryna make a way for me and Jeyce."

"Josh and Jeyce, that is so cute." You grinned.

He smiled "If Im ever blessed enough to find another partner Id keep going with the 'J' names." He added.

The swell in your heart was from the heat right?

---

"You wanna shower? I can make us some lunch, Im starving."

You chuckled already moving towards the kitchen, not waiting for his response.

"I think I might be dreaming honestly." He stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Why's that Mr. Mechanic."

'There she go with that shit.' He thought.

"You fucked me, like I mean fucked me, and in return I broke into yo house and now you tryna feed me?"

"Well I can't have my stalker and handy man going hungry now can I."

he chuckled, "you a damn fool girl."

You let out a humorous breathe through your nose, "there's towels and wash clothes on the rack behind the door, I don't have any clothes for you tho-

You words were cut off by his lips brushing the back of your neck. You jumped not even realizing he had moved from his position by the door.

"Im not hungry ma, not for what's in the kitchen anyways, come with me, please."

He turned you around to face him, eyes sparkling with lust.

"Say please again." You drawled teasingly, hunger long forgotten.

His eyes gleamed at your words.

"Please baby?"He pouted, making him look like a lost puppy.

That was the push you needed.

His lips found yours again in a slow passionate kiss, you pulled him by the waistband of his black pants, backing into the bathroom.

Your hands fumbled with the shower knob, behind your back. You waisted no time stripping and getting in the shower. Josh watched you slowly, hungrily. You let the hot water blast over you, washing away the sweat and dirt from sitting on the ground.

Josh was right behind you, stepping into the shower behind you, at first he didnt touch you at all. You turned slightly to see him washing his hands under the water, with your soap.

"How thoughtful of you Mr. handy man."

"Can't have you walking around with motor oil on you pretty girl."

You turned all the way around, now facing him. You looked up into his eyes as he looked down on you, and for a moment, as the water rained down on the two of you, everything stopped. Your heart, your breathing, you didn't even blink, he was so incredibly captivating. His eyes held stories and wisdom you were letting your self sink into.

Cupping your face, he bent down and kissed you, ever so lightly. At first you weren't even sure if he'd kissed you, but when you opened your eyes his were closed, and his nose was brushed up against yours.

"You are so handsome Joshua."

His eyes flew open, immediately locking onto yours.

And with that he picked you up in his arms, lips crashing into each others. The kiss was sloppy and aggressive, teeth crashing into each others, but neither of you cared, the tension that had been building all day had finally snapped and he had you back in his arms, as if it had been years. His Bella.

His lips found your neck, the base of your ear, your shoulder, your cheek and back to your lips. He kissed any area of skin the position y'all were in allowed him to. Small whimpers left your mouth as you were coming undone for him.

Today was his turn to fuck you.

He lifted you slightly higher, his hands were holding you up by your ass, his thumb making small circles in the plush skin. His tongue found your sensitive nipples, swirling them in his mouth as he watched you.

"You so pretty ma." He mumbled into your chest. Seeing him like this had you clenching around nothing. You smiled down at him taking his face into your hands as he held you. "I need you to fuck me right now Joshua."

He snapped, flipping you around he held you against the wall, tapping your entrance with his leaking tip. "You so wet for me baby, fuck."

He pushed himself in slowly, filling you up so good. Your hips ached in the best way from yesterday evening, mixed with the new pleasure of this moment was almost overwhelming, but as he pushed himself all the way into you, it was our bliss.

You tried to hold on to the wall for some stability but his pace had gotten fast and sloppy, making you slide, but he held you in place nonetheless. Fucking you hard under the steaming water of the shower. Your eyes were fluttering trying to adjust to him again.

"F- fuck." You breathed out. There was a sensation already building on the pit of your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be released. He unhooked your legs, letting your feet touch the floor now, which gave him perfect view to your backside.

A sight that was, watching it move under the water as he plowed into you. His hands where firm on your waist , eyebrows knitted as he fucked you. Your moans were being swallowed by the sound of the water hitting the tile.

With each thrust he got deeper and deeper, finding the sweet spot in that pretty pussy of yours. He was throbbing inside of you, climax close, but he wasn't done with yet.

He picked you back up in his arms, this time he had you facing him.

Your face was flushed, head hanging low, and he could've fell in love right then and there.

"Put it in for me pretty girl."

His voice was hush and raspy, had your walls fluttering again, your hand reached behind you finding his dick, and sliding it up and down your entrance. The feeling of his tip on your clit making you hiss, bucking your hips. He chuckled darkly, watching you.

"Go head ma, don't play with your food."

You glared at the man a you sunk onto his length, squeezing him into you as you did so. He hissed at your movements, that cocky grin wiped off his face. He should know by now, he playing with fire.

"You really something else, Josh."

He chuckled at the base of your ear nipping at it as he began his lucid movements, his hips bucked into yours. The sound of wet skin filled the air. Your moans were short and breathless, eyes rolled to the back of your head. He hooked his arms under your knees and turned to the side holding you against the wall, the new angle hitting the perfect sweet spot.

You couldn't stop the moans that escaped your mouth, or your nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't seem to care...or notice actually. His faced was too buried in your neck leaving more hickies and whispering little nothings into your ear.

"You love this shit huh Bella?"

"Pretty girl taking all of this dick huh."

"I got you looking like how I did yesterday sweetheart."

"Pretty and fucked out."

He was all but growling, voice low and shaky as he rocked your world. The sensation in your stomach was unraveling, quickly. Your fingers were snaked through his hair, head against the wall.

"Joshhh fuck fuck fuck." You screamed, sounding bouncy and out of breathe.

"Hmm what is it baby, you want to cum?"

Your head was rocking from side to side, not even able to answer him. It felt like tiny fireworks were being let off at the pit of your stomach. His eyes watched you as if looking away meant loosing you forever.

His cock twitched inside you, thick veins throbbing against your silky walls. You clawed at his back as the sensation you were feeling finally snapped, your pussy clamped down on him, as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"S-shit Bella Im finna n-."

He didn't even get his words out before you slid out of his grasp and onto your knees, taking him fully into your mouth, he groaned loudly, immediately gripping the back of your head and face fucking you. Wasting no time plowing into the back of your throat, he tasted so sweet, thanks to you.

The sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat was all you could hear besides the man himself, dragging out each moan as if he'd never been touched before.

Your pussy was sensitive and pulsing still from your orgasm, but the sound of his moans were making your walls flutter slightly. Thrusting his hips one last time he exploded, this time he pulled out enough to watch his nut drip down your face.

"First you played with your food, now you wasting it ma, I thought you knew bet-"

You swallowed him whole again shutting his ass right on up, and swallowed the rest of his essence, letting him out your mouth with a 'pop'.

Neither of you moved for a second, just watched each other, in awe.

"You gon fall asleep in the shower or what."

Rolling your eyes you stood, hips locking up immediately. He held you gently in place, his arm were draped around you holding you to his back.

"Lemme take care of you." He whispered to you and you happily obliged, exhausted, lunch long forgot about.

taglist: @mselenalovebug @duhitzkay380 @theusotwinzcom @uceyliyahh @brwnlikefoxy @that-90s-girllll @blkgirlsneedlove2

a/n: I tagged everyone who commented or reblogged the first part so y'all could be the first to see hehe🤭 I hope you enjoy. I actually wasn't planning on even doing a part 2 but as I was writing this I had an idea for a part 3, what if Josh asks Bella for a yoga lesson in her studio, and things get a little steamy.... LET ME KNOW SLUTTS.🫶🏼🫶🏼

[luffydotcom]

may I please request a Luffy x fem reader (they aren’t together yet) but Luffy has a big crush on the reader without realizing and he’s always super touchy with her without thinking anything of it, like always holding her or picking her up when they’re on adventures and protecting her too all without realizing until the crew makes a comment about it to him, I think it would be super adorable. thank you!

this is such a cute idea oh my GOD. it feels so accurate for luffy too, i just love him so much. thank you for the request as well! it's actually my first ever one! i hope it suffices.

so it's love, then?

pairing: luffy x female! reader warnings: none! word count: 915

ever since you joined the crew, luffy had always thought there was something different about you - something special about you. he was just so drawn towards you, more than anybody else. and he couldn't put his finger on why.

of course, he loved all his friends with his whole heart, but for some reason he didn't understand, when he was around you, he would get a different feeling inside, almost ticklish, making his heart feel funny.

why do i feel like this? i guess it's pretty nice though!

he didn't know what it was, but he sure as heck loved it.

he just can't keep his eyes off of you, but more than that, he can't keep himself off of you. he's always scooping you up to which you laugh in surprise, diving in to hug you close after a successful battle, and practically hanging off your arms when you're busy with a task. even in fights, he can't help but protect you more than needed.

and the worst part is, he never thinks anything of it. little does he know how much his actions make you feel. how you have to hide your excitement when he pulls you in for a hug, or your contentment when he carries you around playfully. he's practically killing you and he doesn't even know it.

and it's like everyone can see it but him.

one afternoon on the sunny, luffy is kicking back on the grass, his head resting on his hands and his eyes closed, about to take a nap. until suddenly, he hears your voice as you're leaving the galley - and and it's like he was never tired at all. he can't help but grin cheekily and stretch his arms to scoop you up above him in the air.

"hey! LUFFY!" you yell in surprise. "w-what're you doing?"

"i don't know," he starts laughing. "i just feel like i want you near me!"

before you can object, he gently puts you down next to him on the grass, your faces close. you're afraid to even breathe wrong as luffy refuses to look away from you, still smiling as if it's nothing. he feels that funny feeling in his chest again and he doesn't want it to end.

he's about to say something, until you both hear footsteps nearing. you both turn over and to see the entire crew standing with bewildered looks on their faces.

"i hope we're not interrupting anything," usopp teases. your face feels hot at his comment. you look over to luffy but he just looks lost.

"interrupting? interrupting what?" he raises an eyebrow. "and why are you all just standing there?"

"well, luffy, we've been needing to ask," nami starts as she looks down at you both. "i mean, i know it's not our business but... haven't you been a bit... touchy with y/n lately?"

you freeze. you can't believe that everyone is collectively agreeing as they nod at what nami's said. you try to say something but suddenly you've forgotten every single word in your vocabulary. instead, luffy speaks.

"touchy? when have i been doing that?" luffy tilts his head, genuinely confused at the observation.

"RIGHT NOW!" everyone practically says in unison as they look at his arm which is suddenly around you. your eyes widen - even you didn't even realise it was there.

luffy bursts out laughing, before eventually composing himself again. "i guess i am kinda touchy, aren't i? but i don't get it. why's that bad?"

nami shakes her head. "it's nothing bad, of course. it's just... well, with how affectionate you are with y/n... always hugging her, play-fighting with her, picking her up-"

"it's like you're in love with her or something!" brook bursts out, unable to help himself as everybody laughs.

your eyes feel like they're about to jump out of their sockets. "w-what? don't be silly... luffy's just being luffy. right, luffy...?" you stutter out, looking at him desperately to say something. but the captain who would normally laugh along at brook's outburst and is usually full of words is awfully quiet... and in thought.

"love?" luffy whispers to nobody at all as he gives it thought. every time he's wrapped his rubber arms around you tightly with affection, every time he's protected you in heated battles, every time he's fought the urge to kiss you - they all flash through his mind. with every time, he always craved you more. would that explain the funny feeling in his heart he gets when he's near you?

"now that you say it, i guess i am in love with you!" luffy laughs loudly before noticing everyone's jaws, including yours, all dropping to the floor. "what? what's wrong?"

you feel like you might faint. the weight of his words that he's just admitted so casually feel like a boulder just dropped on top of you. "you... love me? you're serious?"

"well, i know for a fact that luffy's practically incapable of lying," sanji adds, lowering his cigarette with a smile. "so you have no choice but to believe him, dear."

not giving you another second, luffy is already on his feet. "man, i love you so much! it makes so much sense now." he hauls you over his shoulders playfully to everyone's amusement, leaving your legs dangling over him and it's too late to object. yet you can't help but laugh and neither does the crew.

"that explains why i just can't let go of you!"

[drdemonprince]

Hi! I just wanted to hand something off to you. I was the one who asked about self-harm, cutting in my case, as a positive expression of sexuality (though I used sexuality as shorthand for what I consider a tertiary feeling to traditional sexuality, something that I think more closely describes my relationship to cutting as an asexual person, but that's a tangent). Anyway, your exceptionally open-minded reply bolstered my confidence, like, a lot. It motivated me to start pulling together relevant resources with help from other users in the Death Panel discord server. The first thing I was given back was a piece which immediately changed my life, and I wanted to share it. More specifically, I've always found something bothersome about the concept of "harm reduction" as a keystone in the topic of self-harm; primarily that it leaves open the "rhetorically" undeniable assertion that the ultimate reduction in harm would be abstinence of that harm in its entirety. I wanted to point especially at the concept presented in this article which concerns the definitive delineation of harm. I've tried like 4 times now to summarize the point made, but I cannot in a way which is as satisfying as the piece itself: https://pasleciel.substack.com/p/measure-once-cut-twice-in-defense Thank you again, because your act of understanding has genuinely saved my life. I don't think I'd have felt like I had a leg to stand on without your reply.

Thanks for sharing that link, I will check it out! I'm really glad you messaged and glad that my reply was helpful to you. I think "harm reduction" does kinda present the stigmatized act as one that does still cause some harm -- and in presenting it that way, it tries to convince the skeptical that permitting a behavior is better than attempting to ban or control it because acceptance allows that harm to be mitigated or worked around. That position still presents the behavior as a thing to be permitted or tolerated by others rather than the individual's right and sole business no matter what. The harm reductionist model came into being in order to push back against forced abstinence, forced institutionalization, and forced treatment -- the norm was already to rob the person engaging in the behavior of their autonomy by default, and so an argument for giving that autonomy back kinda had to be made. But abandoning that sort of thinking entirely and abandoning clinical judgements of excessiveness or harm is the logical next step.

If we continue trying to drag more behaviors under the banner of the "socially sanctioned" one by one -- as the piece you linked puts it -- instead of doing away with the power of social sanctions entirely, then we don't really get very far. We keep having to prove that the behavior has some prosocial and positive health benefit. I've always favored total libertarian anarchy instead. A person should be free to remove body parts, cause themselves disability, scar or mutilate themselves, change the shape of their body, change their body's functionality etc as they see fit because that's theirs to decide, and anything less means that people have the authority to judge whether their reasons are "good" enough (which usually turns into demanding that the person prove that the changes they want will make them more valuable to somebody else).

All said, I'm really glad you find cutting enjoyable and meaningful, and I brought up the example to my disability ethics class at the medical school this week thanks to you.

[thespectralcottage]

This.

It’s so weird to me when people won’t do any action on their own in witchcraft. I’m not sure if it’s fear, them being new to the practice, genuine desire to learn what someone else thinks or coming from a religion where there are strict rules.

We are so lucky to be able to share knowledge, our personal practices, and spellwork online. It’s amazing but I think it holds some witches back. I’ll see comments that really should be trial and error, personal preference, or come easily to natural conclusion for a witch based their experience and past research. And I worry these people stop there and don’t look into their curiosity further. They seem fearful to just try doing a ritual, or like they don’t want to read books or search online on their own. Maybe it’s lack confidence in their abilities? (metaphysical or academically for research.) Learning from our peers is huge in this community, but asking a stranger online to hopefully answer you shouldn’t be your sole “research”. Witchcraft and magic is deeply personal. What works for one person might not work for you, and vice versa.

Do research, compare people’s experiences and try things out!

Y'all know it's okay to just try stuff in witchcraft, right?

Across the internet, I see a lot of people who seem to be asking for permission to do what they want. While I see some validity in getting wisdom from others, I worry that the people asking these questions might miss out on the experience they could get from going ahead and making a good faith attempt.

"Can I do this spell even if I don't have rosemary?" I don't know. Try it!

"Can I use fruit juice as an offering to my goddess?" I don't know. Ask her!

"Can I include a pocket watch in my magic?" I don't know. See if it works!

Of course, it's not a good idea to jump in and try something that could be harmful, but if you're not hurting yourself or others and you're not appropriating from a closed practice, just give it a go! You're allowed. You're a witch with magic and power and discernment of your own. You don't have to get permission from a bunch of internet strangers. Have fun trying new things!

[elysian-chaos]

i needd sukuna to be pathetic for me. i want him to feel inexplicably hurt when i ignore him because i'm upset because i saw him be oblivious to a oerson flirting with him and let them. i need him to get on his knees infront of the couch i lay on, trying to be gentle as he softly calls out to me because he doesnt understand why i'm ignoring him

"baby?"

you stubbornly keep your gaze on the television in front of the couch instead of giving in and looking at your boyfriend who looks increasingly worried, desperate even, as ignore him and his soft pleas for your attention.

"c'mon, talk to me, please?" he begs, hand reaching to tug away the blanket from your face, exposing your pretty little pout.

he feels his heart sink as he notices the genuine hurt in your eyes before the panic sets in and he tries to think back on what he did wrong.

"tell me what your idiot of a boyfriend did wrong, won't you?" i requests, slipping down from the couch to kneel in front of it, scooching closer to you. "i'll make him fix it and slap some sense into his brain. please?"

sukuna chokes down the whine bubbling up in his throat as your eyes flicker at him momentarily with a pointed glare, he knows you don't like when he talks like that. but what else is he supposed to do? the love of his life is mad at him and he doesn't know why or how to fix.

he feels pathetic, really.

"please?" he begs again, voice pitching higher, the whine falling from his lips and he feels like crying because it's been three hours since he's heard your voice and he feels overdramatic but it really does feel like his world is turning gray.

"you let the guy at the coffeeshop flirt with you," you grumble out and you can feel the ice in your heart begin melting at the sight of your big, scary boyfriend acting like a kicked puppy.

"huh? what guy?"

and you take a deep breath to calm yourself, seemingly to remind yourself that while your boyfriend acted like a puppy he was definitely not as smart as one. "the barista, sukuna."

"when did he flirt with me?" he gulps from the way you glare daggers at him, knees shifting to give you space.

"when he asked how big your fucking dick was! how could you not fucking realise it?"

"i'm sorry, pretty," he gets back up on the couch and wraps his arms around you, not just to calm you down but also to protect himself. "let me make up to my baby, yeah? i'll make you dinner and you can bite me all you want. just forgive me, please?"

and he feels his heart lighten when you grumble out an affirmation before attaching his lips onto your cheek and kissing you till you smile.

[newtonsheffield]

Should I be worried about Kate’s self esteem in this one? We’ve only seen Anthony be sincere and yet she still thinks this can’t truly be happening to her.

I feel like once they get together for real Anthony will make it his mission to get her confidence. She’s the perfect woman in his opinion, and she should act like that

I don’t think it’s necessarily her self esteem that’s the problem honestly. I think the very first time she met Anthony the first thing he did was flirt with her. And he’s done nothing but flirt with her since. So Kate kind of just thinks Anthony’s a flirt. This is who he is.

Essentially Kate thinks Anthony’s a really good actor and she doesn’t want to buy into his flirting because if it’s just flirting she’s going to look stupid.

Meanwhile, yeah. Anthony does think Kate’s the perfect woman. She’s talented and witty and she calls him out on his bullshit. She’s also absolutely heart-stoppingly beautiful and that might be the first reason he flirted with her but now it’s pretty far down on the list of things Anthony likes about her.

“I love you.” Anthony makes sure he tells her every day. He spent a year not saying it and he doesn’t really want to do that anymore.

“I love you too.”

Anthony paused, “And I didn’t tell anyone else that today.”

Kate raised her eyebrows, drawing her eyes away from the flowers he’d just given her. “What?”

“You know, because I’m such a flirt. I didn’t want you to think I told the person behind the desk at the petrol station the same thing.” Anthony smirked at her.

Kate flicked him lightly on the end of the nose. “You’re very funny. I’m in stitches.”

Anthony caught her hand out of the air, peering down at the engagement ring on her hand. “Huh. Is this the one I gave you? I have so many of these I forget.”

“You’re an arsehole.” Kate kissed him quickly.

“You’ve agreed to marry this arsehole. What does that say about you, Kate?”

“Probably nothing good.” Kate agreed with a faux sad sigh.

“Genuinely: I do love and adore you.”

“Genuinely; I love and adore you. But I think your way of flirting is pure insanity.”

“It’s effective though you can’t deny. Got me my dream job.”

“If you say your dream job was-“

“My dream job was being your husband.”

“You said it.” Kate sighed, kissing him again. “Can’t believe I fell for that.”

“But you did. And this is a no takebacks kind of relationship.”

[mandukkul]

Weird Boyfriend — ot7

synopsis: things your Enhypen boyfriend does

tags: bf!ot7 x f!reader, crack/ humour

warning: none

word count: n/a

likes + comments appreciated

author's note: Thank you for 1k followers! i know i don't actively post on here because its a hobby account but i seriously am so grateful for for all the support!!

#°❀⋆manny's 1k celebration event .ೃ࿔*:･

희승 | heeseung

- has toxic league humour running in his veins

- don’t let his cool sexy hot guy persona fool you

- one time you caught him on YOUR twitter account OLBITERATING his own haters

- lich got you banned on twitter for saying kys your mums a hoe!

- thank god he doesn’t know how to dox or else he’d abuse that shit out of that ability

제이 | jay

- actually tends to drown you out on instinct now

- NOT BECAUSE HE DOESNT LOVE YOU

- but you seriously talk so much and about so many different things

- your ability to switch from one topic to another is uncanny so he’s bound to miss a few things

- plus he can’t waste good memory storage on the 100 reasons why superheroes are just grown adults with accepted fursonas

데잌크 | jake

- is so smart and yet lowk so dumb

- like his brain just turns off around you and you don’t know if you feel happy that he feels comfortable around you or sad that he makes you do all the thinking

- playing fire boy and water girl would suck! because you’re yelling at him to wait for you because he can’t jump over the green liquid but bro is nawt listening and thinks he can raw dog it (he doesn’t)

- makes you rage quit!

- also the type to say “babe i just found this awesome new underground artist i think you’d love them”

- and it’s like rex orange county or soemthing 😭

성훈 | sunghoon

- leaves a message that only appears when the mirror fogs up

- something like “you’re stunning”

- also leaves cute messages around the for you to find.

- “you got this!” “you’re the best!” “you’re so handsome” “you are so strong and buff!”

- okay that was a bit weird but you love sunghoon regardless

- you bring it up with him and he laughs like it’s the smartest idea in the world

- only, his laugh seems a bit too genuine

- turns out he’s been leaving those messages around for himself.

- #can’tgoadaywithoutmydailyaffirmations!

선우 | sunoo

- lowk a diva

- gets mad when you don’t want to go and get a sweet treat with him

“im just too full, get one without me”

- fuck off. and he sulks until you cave in.

- when you bring him around on shopping days with your friends, he ends up gossiping with them and shopping and you’re just standing there like YOUR the bf being forced to walk around and follow them

- at least he ends up getting ALL the tea and you debrief at home

정윈 | jungwon

- lowk judgemental but loves you so much so don’t take it to heart

- like you bite his bicep and he gives you a look that’s akin to killing all his future hypothetical bloodline

- or pull on his teeth

- or pick his nose

- like stop being a weirdo (affectionate)

- but then he says outrageous shit

“okay but like what if we fuse, i would totally be satisfied with life if i lived under your skin” “wonnie… you aren’t going to skin me alive… right?“what? no i just want to crawl under your skin, i think it’d be warm, and snuggly”

- you may do weird shit but he says weird shit

- “i just want you to stop saying odd shit”

- but don’t be fooled, he still judges you with a loving look

니키 | niki

- fake ass emo!

- spends at least 20 minutes posing to take a good selfie for you and sends it to you and actively checks if you seen it

- and when you do see it, acts like he “just took it randomly” LIKE WE KNOW YOU VOGUED THAT SHIT RELAX

- tries to act nonchalant when you give him a dry ass reply:

“okay, riks, whatever you say”

- JUST BELIEVE HIM FOR YOUR OWN SAKE

- one time on call, he caught himself using his higher register

- so next sentence he drops like 2 octaves and acts like it’s his normal voice

“and so i totally think big chill is the hottest alien out of ben’s arsenal” “yeah 👹” “????”

- gaslights you to thinking that’s what he sounded like the whole time

- also, would give you a thousand yard stare if you take a photo of his left side

[onetiny-inkdropuniverse]

THIS

And also, the people they have giving the shovel talk never make any sense???

Like, Jason. My boy Jason. To Jason, Will Solace was one of his first introductions to Camp Half-Blood, the first place that becomes his home after losing his memories. Will introduces his best friend to camp. Will is a well-respected head counselor, the way Jason wants to be. Will is the only other person, other than him, to check on Nico after the Battle of Camp Half-Blood. Also, Jason literally lost his memory, didn't know gay people existed until the Cupid scene, and then was like, "oh okay cool". My guy has no concept of the shovel talk. When he hears that Will and Nico are dating, what he hears is, "Two people I like and respect are dating, that's awesome" and he's just happy for them.

Then, sometimes people have Percy giving the shovel talk. Hello??? I feel like a lot of people misinterpret the "not my type" scene as Percy being, like, genuinely offended... but he's actually just confused. After that, knowing Percy's personality, he'd probably just feel really awkward around Nico. Percy was always wary, creeped out, confused by, and guilty around Nico, and would likely just let Nico *live his life* after the Battle of Camp Half-Blood, being nice when they interact and not really doing much else. He's crazy uncomfortable around Nico. That's just how Percy is-- he meets a lot of people, and when things go south, he does what he needs to do to protect the inner circle he's loyal to and then hightails out of there. Nico is not in that circle. With all of his college stuff, Percy is highkey forgetting about him. In no universe is he giving the shovel talk to Nico's boyfriend, the guy who saved Annabeth's life!

Leo would never. Will is literally the guy who introduced him to Camp Half-Blood, and at least within the Canon (though I always felt like Leo and Nico would get along well after initially being at odds because they have a lot of shared experiences), Leo and Nico aren't that close. Would he possibly make some goofy off-hand joke? Maybe, personally I still don't see it. And if he did, then Hazel would slap the shit out of him.

Annabeth? Probably friends with Will. She's not doing it.

Piper? Similar situation to Jason. She also isn't that close with either of them when they first start dating. If she did have anything to say as she and Nico become better friends later on, she'd be wildly supportive.

Hazel? She'd be the most likely to say something out of all of them, given that she is the closest to Nico and knows the least about Will, but I have a hard time believing that, after seeing how Will helped Nico after the battle with Gaea, that she'd be at all serious. Probably just one joke, one time only. A little bit of badass Hazel, in a teasing tone, and that would be it.

And Frank? Are you serious? Not in a million years.

Shoutout to Reyna, who would probably be in a similar situation to Hazel: Most likely to make a little joke threat because she is close to Nico and not very close to Will, but after seeing Will help Nico, would not mean it with any seriousness.

If *anyone* is giving Will the shovel talk, it might, MIGHT just be Hades himself, thinking it's a good father move, and Nico would kill him after more than two words come out of his mouth.

What I would pay to see is an overprotective moment from Kayla or Austin or one of Will's close friends or something against *Nico*. Now there's something I can see happening, unless they become good friends right away.

And if anyone except Reyna or Hazel tried to give him the shovel talk, Will would actually destroy them. Don't even get me started. And again, Reyna and Hazel would not do that. Maybe a joke. But they'd be joking.

will solace angst is always so, SO underrated.

everyone has heard about how much trauma nico has gone through. losing his sister, being displaced in time, being homeless, walking through tartarus, saving the world multiple times.

will could never compete with that. nor any of the seven. but he still gets angry, maybe a little envious on how much attention they’re getting. on how they saved the world.

but none of them would be there if it weren’t for *him*.

he saved annabeth’s life. saved nico’s life, saved so many campers, held everyone together as a shining light.

and everyone ignores that!! ignores that he lost family too, that when austin and kayla went missing he was alone in the apollo cabin. that when the apollo cabin went to fight in the titan war, only three of them came back.

he’s not perfect. he blames the ares cabin partially for refusing to fight.

but he can’t be anything less than relaxed. if he lets his control slip, he cannot stop himself from dissolving.

and i just think that when the seven find out will and nico are dating, they try and give will a shovel talk and he just LOSES IT.

like how dare they think that he would do ANYTHING to nico when they’ve done so much worse. who was the one to stop nico from fading away? who was the one to strong arm him into care? who was the one to open the door to the possibility that yeah, he can stay at camp and he’s welcome?

idk will is so underrated and he is my Son