#like is there something wrong with me? does everyone secretly hate me or something?

[spread-the-influence]

I know its never gonna happen ever not ever, and that you only got the ragatha brainworms, but its been stuck in my brain since the jax murder.

if ragatha hadn’t been virus’ed, yet somehow still got to the point where jax says “to have a friend” (unlikely), would jax have actually opened up, or just shuttered himself as soon as the concept of being open sets back in? Could he have improved had he not been ganked?

forgive me for the essay below . ragatha may be rotting my brain but i still have elaborate thoughts on the other characters , even if i don't go to the levels of insanity i go for ragatha .

jax , to me , is a deeply lonely and miserable person , and i will say here that the line was kind of more ' a person that'll see and understand me ' . my interpretation of jax is not as charitable as most interpretations of him i've seen , though — he's not a jerk with a heart of gold or is secretly protecting everybody . he's just someone with a very destructive coping mechanism that harms everybody and himself .

he doesn't really see the cast as People , he sees them as Characters . a Cast in the big theater stage that is the circus . he prefers to do what's not boring by going off-script . this means making a mess out of the stage set , bothering the characters , and doing what he's Not supposed to do . it's entertaining ! it distracts him from how ... he's stuck in this stage forever . if he goes with the script , that fact would weigh on him . it's better that he does Not think about that . everyone would be surprised by how quickly that would make him lose his mind .

but it isn't fulfilling . it's a Distraction , an Avoidance . it's something that he does to Not confront his issues . my interpretation of jax at least puts up an emotional wall not Just because he doesn't want people to see his vulnerable side ( i like to think that the one thing he hates is being Wronged , and there's a certain level of suspicion that someone in the cast would do it if he lowers his guard ) but because he thinks there's No reason to put it down .

jax , like a lot of people , craves a community . he wants to be Wanted and Loved . but it's hard for him to get both of those things when these people are just ... Not real to him . what he wants most is That realness . he wants to know that in this big stage he's stuck in , there's someone else who is just as lost as him . someone that also isn't playing by the script . someone that's not a Character .

... and ragatha really doesn't fit those , as much as i'd hate to admit it . she is a Character . she plays the role of the optimistic and caring ragdoll . she is Far from fitting the image of a real person in jax's eyes . that conversation would naturally end in jax realizing he's opening up and shutting himself off — most likely Even more than he already does . basically he wouldn't improve ... with ragatha .

if there's someone that might fit the above paragraph , it's either pomni or zooble . i feel like these two would have better chances of making jax slowly open up with that kind of conversation , since they're both the most grounded and Real people in the circus .

i do not think that it would make jax instantly accept into the community of the circus — years of bad habits are Not easy to drop — but it'll be like a hand being extended to him . he sees that there's a world beyond the stage , and he takes it . and that's a lot more fulfilling than distracting himself .

lord i feel like this post is a contender enough to warrant a second ESSAY WARNING tag but yeah , jaxxle thoughts ! he's not in my top three favorites ( those respectively go to caine and zooble ) but i still find him interesting to think about .

[choking-on-roses]

I am so used to being an afterthought in everyone's lives that if someone came along who put genuine effort into spending time with me, like truly just wanted to hang out with me and made time to do it, I would probably 1) break down sobbing and 2) immediately fall in love with them

[jikigo]

you ever just see a post and just

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.⬅️🫀⬅️

[ominouspositivity-or-else]

i am doing literally everything in my power to not be anxious. WHY AM I STILL ANXIOUS.

[00valentina-writes00]

Dating Sevika headcanons (sfw sorry gang)

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•You once tried to steal her cigar as a joke. Big mistake. Sevika caught you mid-act, lifted you with one arm, and said, “Cute. Don’t do it again.” You still did it again.

•Sevika’s idea of cooking is tossing something in a pan and hoping for the best. She’ll scoff at recipes and mutter, “I don’t need instructions.” Spoiler: she absolutely needs instructions. Burnt toast has become a running joke in your relationship.

•Every time she gets into a bar fight, you’re in the background yelling, “Not the face! I love her face!” She pretends not to hear you while decking someone twice her size.

•She once used her metal arm to open a stubborn jar of pickles. Now she’s your go-to for all tough jar lids. She grumbles, but you caught her smiling the third time.

•Sevika hates when you try to join her poker games. You can’t keep a straight face, and the other players eat you alive. She’s banned you from sitting at her table, but you keep sneaking in to “help her win.”

•If someone so much as glances at you wrong, she’ll glare at them until they shrink back into their seat. Once, a drunk guy tried to flirt with you at The Last Drop. Sevika didn’t even stand up; she just cracked her knuckles, and he bolted.

•Sevika doesn’t do romantic pillow talk. Instead, she’ll grumble about how “these damn chem-barons can’t organize for shit,” then roll over and fall asleep. You’ve learned to just nod along and kiss her forehead.

•You tried to kiss her while she had a cigar in her mouth. She just deadpanned, “You wanna taste smoke that bad?” and blew a puff right at you.

•She’ll act annoyed when you dote on her—calling her “big, scary Sevika” or pinching her cheeks—but secretly, she lives for your attention. She once sulked for hours when you forgot to kiss her goodbye.

•She rarely gets drunk, but when she does, she becomes weirdly sentimental. She’ll hold your face in her hands, stare at you with bleary eyes, and slur, “You’re too good for me. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

•On her rare days off, Sevika becomes the ultimate couch potato. You’ll find her sprawled out, watching trashy reality shows with the volume way too high. She’ll deny it later, but you’ve caught her rooting for her favorite contestant.

•She’ll never admit she’s wrong in an argument. But later, she’ll shove your favorite snack into your hands as a peace offering. That’s as close to an apology as you’re getting.

•Sevika loves making you laugh, though she won’t admit it. She’ll mutter something sarcastic under her breath just to hear you giggle, then pretend she didn’t care.

•Once, you heard a noise outside at night. Sevika grabbed a crowbar, stormed outside, and returned five minutes later saying, “It was just a cat. Go back to bed.” You’re 90% sure she scared that cat into never coming back.

•Every now and then, Sevika will surprise you with something sweet—a trinket from the market, a rare flower she found, or even just a quiet moment where she pulls you into her lap and murmurs, “I missed you.” She’ll act like it’s no big deal, but you know better.

•If someone so much as looks at you wrong, Sevika is ready to throw hands. She’ll casually step in front of you, her massive frame blocking the offender, and ask with a chillingly calm voice, “You got something to say?” Spoiler: they don’t.

•Sevika doesn’t do flowers or chocolates, but she’ll slide a bag of your favorite snacks across the table with a gruff, “Saw these on my way back.” Or she’ll casually fix something broken around your place, claiming it’s no big deal.

•Sevika loves having you sit on her lap. Whether you’re watching a game at The Last Drop, lounging at home, or just chatting, her favorite place for you is right on her thighs. She’ll rest her chin on your shoulder and mutter how lucky she is to have you.

•Sevika loves making sure everyone knows you’re hers. A possessive hand on your waist, a kiss in a crowded room, or a quiet, low-toned threat to anyone who tries to flirt with you—she’s got it all covered.

•While she’s the definition of tough to everyone else, Sevika melts for you. She’ll roll her eyes when you call her “soft,” but she secretly loves it when you snuggle up to her or kiss her scarred cheek.

•If you catch her doing something sweet—like tucking a blanket around you or cooking breakfast—she’ll grumble, “Don’t get used to it,” while secretly hoping you do.

•Sevika has a habit of holding her cigar out to you, offering you a puff with a teasing smirk. She’ll chuckle if you cough but will be unreasonably proud if you manage to handle it.

•Sevika notices everything about you. If you’re feeling down, she’ll subtly try to cheer you up without making a big deal out of it. If you’re tired, she’ll drag you to bed (even if you protest).

•Sevika thinks it’s hilarious when you try to arm wrestle her. She’ll let you think you’re winning for a few seconds before slamming your hand down with a wicked grin.

•Sevika is not a morning person. If you try to wake her up early, she’ll groan, bury her face in the pillow, and mumble something about five more minutes—which turns into an hour.

•Sevika is strong, resilient, and seemingly unshakable—but when it comes to you, she’s a goner. You’re her world, her light, and the reason she fights so hard to survive.

[festivalsofmargot]

how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count: 

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤ 

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

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Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him. 

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous. 

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.” 

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too. 

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up. 

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.” 

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated. 

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood. 

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity. 

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

- 

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him. 

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning. 

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you. 

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him. 

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool. 

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave. 

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.” 

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin. 

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.” 

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.” 

-

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties. 

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball. 

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him. 

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees. 

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

[pandapetals]

Couple Questions

You and Logan answer some couple questions!

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, banter, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor

a/n: not the usual update but I saw some couple questions on pinterest and thought you know what…im gonna do this because it’s cute. i may or may not also have headcanons for them lol.

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

What were your first impressions of each other?

You : grinning "I thought he was rude. He barely said hello when I first arrived at the mansion, just mumbled something and walked away like I wasn’t worth his time."

Logan : smirking "To be fair, I had a lot on my mind."

You : "But then I caught him staring at me in the library one day, and I thought, ‘Huh, maybe he’s not as grumpy as he looks.’ Turns out I was wrong—he’s grumpier.” teasingly nudges him

Logan : chuckling "You done? ‘Cause my first impression was that you talked too much."

You : mock gasp "Excuse me?!"

Logan : shrugging "But you had this fire about you. Didn’t take crap from anyone. Thought that was… different." pauses, his voice softening "And your laugh. First time I heard it, I couldn’t get it outta my head."

Describe the moment each of you knew you had feelings for each other.

You : thoughtful smile "I think it was when Jean told me Logan liked me. It just… clicked. All the banter, the little glances, the way he’d hover nearby even though he pretended not to care—it all made sense. Once I realized it, it was like… yeah, I like him too. It was terrifying and exciting at the same time."

Logan : scratching the back of his neck, pretending to look annoyed "She’s makin’ me sound soft already."

You : "You are soft."

Logan : ignoring her "For me, it was probably when I realized she wasn’t offended by my attitude. That’s when I knew she wasn’t just anyone. She was my someone."

Did either of you fight your feelings, or was it easy to accept?

You : snorting "Oh, we both fought it. He avoided me a lot of the time. I overthought everything —does he like me? What if I’m imagining it? What if I ruin our friendship?"

Logan : dryly "You do think too much. Me? I didn’t avoid you."

You : glaring playfully "You literally avoided the library for two weeks, and that’s your favorite place!"

Logan : grinning faintly "Alright, fine. Maybe I fought it a little. Was scared I’d mess things up. Didn’t think someone like you would want someone like me."

You : softly, brushing his hand "You’re an idiot for thinking that, but you’re my idiot."

When was the first time you said “I love you”? What prompted it?

You : "It was after a nightmare. Logan woke up in a cold sweat, muttering apologies for scaring me. But he hadn’t scared me—I just wanted to comfort him. And in the middle of me rambling about how it was okay, it just came out: ‘I love you.’"

Logan : quietly "Didn’t think I’d ever hear those words from someone. But when she said it, I couldn’t stop myself. Told her I loved her right back."

You : smiling softly "And then you called me a ‘damn fool’ for putting up with you."

Logan : shrugging "I stand by it."

Who is the big spoon, who is the little spoon?

You : "Oh, Logan’s the big spoon, obviously. But sometimes I’ll be the big spoon when he’s had a rough day. He pretends to hate it, but I know he secretly likes it."

Logan : grumbling "I don’t need a damn cocoon, sweetheart."

You : grinning "But you still let me."

What’s your favorite quality about each other?

You : "Logan’s loyalty. He’ll protect the people he loves with everything he has, even when he doesn’t think he deserves to be loved back."

Logan : looking at her, his voice softer "Her heart. She’s got this way of makin’ everyone feel like they matter. Like they’re worth somethin’. That’s rare."

You : teasingly "Stop, you’re gonna make me cry."

Logan : smirking "Good. Payback for all the times you make me feel stuff."

Who is the messiest?

You : raising her hand immediately "Me. Absolutely me."

Logan : snorting "Finally, somethin’ we agree on."

You : "Hey, at least I know where everything is in my mess. Your ‘organized’ piles confuse me."

Logan : "It ain’t hard, darlin’. One pile’s for weapons, the other’s for books. What’s so confusin’?"

Who sings in the shower?

You : grinning mischievously "Logan does. And he doesn’t even realize it half the time. It’s adorable."

Logan : deadpan "I don’t sing in the shower."

You : "Oh, so the other day when I walked by and heard you mumbling ‘Sweet Caroline’ under your breath, that wasn’t you?"

Logan : grumbling "I was hummin’ it. There’s a difference."

You : sarcastically "Sure, tough guy. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Who likes horror movies? Who likes romance movies?

You : grinning "Logan likes horror movies, obviously. He’ll sit there, all serious, like nothing phases him. But I swear I caught him flinch once during The Exorcist ."

Logan : gruffly "Did not."

You : "You did. Anyway, I like romance movies. Logan pretends to hate them, but he always ends up watching them with me."

Logan : smirking "That’s ‘cause I know you’ll cry, and I gotta be ready to hand you tissues."

You : rolling her eyes "And yet, who was tearing up during The Notebook last week? Hmm?"

Logan : groaning "Alright, fine. I might like some of ‘em. But don’t go tellin’ anyone."

You : "Oh, your secret’s safe with me. But I’ll totally remind you next time we watch Pride and Prejudice ."

Logan : grinning, pulling her closer "You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart."

What’s your favorite memory of us?

You:thoughtfully smiling “That’s hard to pick. But… I think it was when you planned that romantic getaway for my birthday—you bought me that dress. Or when you wrote that for me poem and gave it to me for Christmas.”

Logan:grinning faintly “You mean the one where you cried ‘cause I wrote you that little poem in the book?”

You:mock gasping “You wrote me a poem , Logan. Of course, I cried! I still have that dress, by the way.”

Logan:chuckling, his voice softer now “That was a good one. But for me? I think it’s our wedding. Just you, me, and those vows I wrote on a scrap of paper. You called me an idiot for cryin’ halfway through.”

You:sniffing dramatically “And I’ll call you an idiot for it again, but only because you cried first. You set me off.”

Logan:smirking “You weren’t even gonna cry ‘til I pulled out that damn lucky pen you gave me.”

You:“Well, yeah, it’s our lucky pen, Logan! What did you expect?”

Hugs or kisses?

You:grinning slyly “Kisses. Definitely kisses.”

Logan:raising an eyebrow “Really? I’d say hugs.”

You:blinking in mock surprise “Logan Howlett likes hugs? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

Logan:shrugging, smirking a little “What can I say? There’s somethin’ about you wrappin’ yourself around me that just feels right.”

You:melting a little before recovering quickly “Okay, you win that one. But kisses still come with extra perks.”

Logan:grinning wickedly “Oh, I know.”

Who finds it harder to admit they’re wrong?

You:“Oh, Logan. 100% Logan.”

Logan:gruffly “What? That’s not true.”

You:glaring playfully “Logan, you once argued with me for three hours about the best way to cook eggs—only to realize you were wrong and never admit it.”

Logan:grumbling “That’s ‘cause your way still doesn’t make sense.”

You:crossing her arms “Oh, it makes perfect sense, tough guy. You’re just stubborn.”

Logan:grinning faintly “Alright, fine. Maybe I don’t like bein’ wrong.”

You:“Maybe?!”

Who’s the boss in the marriage?

You:smirking, pointing to herself “Obviously me.”

Logan:laughing softly “Yeah, you think so, huh?”

You:“Logan, who does the meal planning? The laundry schedules? Who makes sure you actually remember birthdays and anniversaries?”

Logan:grinning “Alright, you. But who fixes stuff when it breaks? Who makes sure no one bothers you when you’re havin’ a bad day? Who makes the coffee in the mornin’ exactly how you like it?”

You:softening, smiling sweetly “Alright, fine. We’re both the boss in different ways. But let’s be honest—when it comes to arguments, you fold first.”

Logan:mock scowling “Only ‘cause you give me those damn eyes. Ain’t fair.”

Who has the best jokes?

You:grinning smugly “Me. Hands down.”

Logan:snorting “Yeah, okay. But only ‘cause your jokes are so bad, they’re funny.”

You:“Excuse me?!”

Logan:grinning “Sweetheart, half your jokes are puns. Don’t get me wrong, I love seein’ you crack yourself up, but best jokes? Nah.”

You:frowning in mock offense “Fine, then let’s hear one of your so-called ‘good’ jokes.”

Logan:deadpan “Why’d the history book break up with the science book? No chemistry.”

You:blinking, then laughing despite herself “Okay, that was actually pretty good. Damn it.”

Who is grumpier?

You:“Oh, Logan. No contest.”

Logan:shrugging, unbothered “Yeah, probably.”

You:giggling “You’re basically a walking thundercloud until you’ve had your coffee. And even then, you’ve got about an hour before you start growling at people.”

Logan:smirking “That’s true, but you’re no ray of sunshine when you’re hungry.”

Who gets angry when they’re hungry?

You:immediately “Okay, fine. That’s me. But in my defense, you always know when to feed me before I get too hangry.”

Logan:chuckling “Damn right I do. Learned that the hard way on one of our first dates.”

You:giggling “Oh, you mean the time you forgot to feed me after making me hike five miles, and I almost bit your head off?”

Logan:grinning “Yup. You didn’t even wait for the food to hit the table before tearin’ into me. Thought I was gonna lose a hand.”

You:grinning sheepishly “Hey, at least you didn’t run for the hills.”

Logan:softly, leaning closer “Nah, sweetheart. I’d take your hangry self over anyone else any day.”

[messrmoonyy]

-Sadie Adler as your gf hcs ( sfw/nsfw )

Sadie Adler x Fem!reader

A/N- I am in fact posting these out of pure and utter spite because Sadie Adler can. And will. Kiss girls. Because this is what?! Fan fiction!And it brings me an insane amount of joy that the sheer idea alone of Sadie being queer angers people. Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!!

These are mostlyyy epilogue and beyond based Sadie pls lemme be your lil housewife

Dedicated to @queer-sadie-adler for being the true voice of reason lately amidst the hell hole that has been the queer Sadie discussions. You’re awesome.

Masterlist - requests are open!

• she’s incredibly protective of you. One wrong look your way and she’s ready to start shooting or swinging. Shes so a ‘ why don’t ya take a picture, it’ll last longer ‘ baby has some slight anger issues

• falls very much into the ‘ I hate everyone except you ‘ category. So stoney faced and ready to brawl with everyone, but soft gazes and tender touches with you.

• you hear her before you see her. She’ll ride back home to you after going after a bounty and proudly announce her return with a ‘ honey I’m home! ‘ as she rides up to your home.

• secretly adores the way you fuss over her before she goes out. She lost everything other than you in the space of like. A year. so it’s nice to be reminded how much you care about her. And that she has someone in the world to care about herself.

• she’s actually a pretty decent cook. And you can often expect her to try cook you something nice. Especially if she’s gotten onto your bad side some how, she knows a nice romantic meal will butter you up nice and quick

• I have this thought that she is just a nightmare to share a bed with. Girly tosses and turns and takes up too much damn space. But it just gives you the excuse to crawl up close to her and get comfy in the little space she leaves, falling asleep practically on top of her.

• and on the subject of sleeping. Has just the finest motherfuckin morning voice you’ve ever heard. Her raspy ‘ Mornin my darlin’ in your ear everyday makes you wanna melt into a puddle every damn time.

• loves sharing a bath with you. Especially if she’s been gone for a few days. She’ll make some excuse that it’s just to save on water. But in reality she just wants to relax and hold you close to her, feel your skin on hers to remind her she’s not just some angry bounty hunter. All tough and rough and fighting. She needs the gentle and the calm you provide her.

• hand holding. Forehead kisses. Sitting in her lap as you read on the porch. Just small, gentle acts of intimacy. The kind not discussed but well practiced between lovers.

• she can get in her head a little sometimes. She knows it’s not easy being in a relationship like that in 1907. And she knows that she doesn’t make it much easier on you with the works she does either.

• but she loves you wholeheartedly. And she knows that you love her just as equally. And as much as she feels she doesn’t deserve you, she’ll keep loving you until you don’t want her anymore which would never happen of course

•NSFW•

• she needs to be the one in control all of the time. This isn’t to say she doesn’t like receiving, or like having you on top of her. She just likes to be the one with her hands on the reins yk.

• in fact. She quite enjoys you on top of her or In her lap. But even so, know that she’s the one pulling the strings and she’s two steps ahead of you at all times

• she’s gentle and soft with you, but determined. Whether that’s knowing exactly where to touch you and abusing that same spot over and over again until you’re a shaking mess. Or telling you where and how to touch her.

• I said this in my last hcs but fingers in the mouthhhhh. Idc what anyone says. I see it so vividly. She loves it. Loves watching you suck her fingers to get them wet. Or clean them off.

• eats pussy like a god. Will have you seeing stars and thanking whatever Lord may exist for putting that woman right between your thighs. Sloppy and thorough and has you coming with her name on your tongue.

• thigh riding!!!!

• girly loves to manspread. Will sit there and pat her leg for you to perch on, but manoeuvre you to straddle her leg instead. And she loves how it makes you blush ‘ you’re a regular ol’ cowgirl now ain’t ya honey? ‘ as she leans back in her seat to watch you I’m literally going insane

• morning sex!! Waking up spooning with her, teasing her by wiggling your hips against her until she slips a hand over your hips and between your legs

• ‘ this what y’ wanted? Been dreamin of me honey? ‘

• will absolutely get up afterwards as casual as ever and ask what’s for breakfast. As if she hadn’t just had her fingers buried in your cunt.

• her aftercare is just so gentle. Especially if she’s been gone a while and has you coming for hours on end. She’ll praise you and hold you and help clean you up. Maybe drag you into the tub with her and sit behind you to wash your hair.

• and she enjoys the intimacy of dressing you so much more than undressing. Getting you comfy and cosy in clean night clothes before snuggling up with you in bed, letting you rest your head on her chest and tangling up your legs together.

[m1ss1ng-d0g]

Here’s my thing about polyarchives is like I love it but in my head NONE of their dynamics have been talked about or agreed upon verbally ONCE. They just sometimes… do things together.

Sasha was good friends with Jon, and maybe brushed his hair out of his eyes for him once at the pub and when Jon started stuttering about it Tim would NOT let him forget it (much to his dismay and Sasha’s eye-rolls).

I saw someone say Tim would rest his head on top of Jons when he was thinking (gahh need to draw that). Jon tells him to stop it but sometimes when he’s alone and lost in thought he gently touches the top of his head. He doesn’t even realize he does it or why.

Martin started with a simple reassuring touch on the back when he brought him tea, but now he’s giving Jon shoulder massages and it feels too good for Jon to shoo him away. But they. Do Not Talk About It.

Everyone at the institute knows about Tim and Sasha that one’s easy… so everyone wonders but doesn’t ask when they suddenly don’t have that same rapport… and frankly Tim does too.

Tim listens secretly to Martin’s poetry when he can and starts to flirt a little harder and a little more desperately when he feels Wrong suddenly around Sasha. Martin thinks he’s not really anything more than a coping mechanism for him but is too lonely to give that up. And he’s half right.

Jon and Tim started making out when they fought once… whatever. That didn’t happen. We don’t talk about it. Martin totally didn’t overhear it. He’s not jealous about or aroused by it at all.

Sometimes at home in his room Tim paces, fuming about how Jon is acting. But he also can’t stop thinking of how Jon used to loosen his tie and unbutton the first few buttons on his shirt when they went to the pub (and was very clearly trying to look cool doing so). How he used to actually laugh. The sound of Jon’s laugh. Tim will then throw something at the wall violently. He walked into Jons office once planning to let him have it and when Jon looked up wearily and Tim sees he’d taken his tie off and unbuttoned his shirt… he just walked right back out. Immediately. Jon doesn’t know what that was about.

Look what I’m saying here is Polyarchives to me is the most unhealthy distressing There-But-Not-There sort of…. Thing. We-All-Ignore-The-Pit ass dynamic. Sometimes Elias refers to it as “whatever you’ve all got going on here” and everyone immediately protests angrily to the insinuation.

I love seeing polyarchive cuddles and fluff so much but I literally can’t think of a time they’d all actually be on the same page like that. (Tearily and longingly saying “they would not fucking do that” bc I wish they would)

As a footnote I really don’t see chemistry between Jon and any of the other female characters besides Georgie and they’re now in their “exes that are still friends” era. Idk in my head when a man hates another man it has the potential to be homoerotic. When a woman hates a man thats all it is. Maybe it’s the overuse of the “hard to get” thing with women that makes me wary of it. Not really offended by anyone who does ship him w Melanie/Basira/Daisy bc Jon is too pathetic in those dynamics to be forcing himself on them lol but just not my cuppa.

[moonpascaltoo]

steve harrington

MASTERLIST • STRANGER THINGS • 07/23/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs two

one three

𑣲 his good luck charm I @bimbobaggins69

king!steve getting a little frisky before the basketball game because he swears you’re his good luck charm

𑣲 friends with benefits I @forever-rogue

𑣲 dirty dancing I @nexusnyx

When Steve went to the address for investigating purposes, the last thing on his mind was stumbling upon one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen. It happens, though, and he convinces himself that meeting you was only a thing of the moment, until he encounters you outside the cinema a week later, crying. He does something about it.

𑣲 power trip I @silkscream

you and steve settle your differences when he drives you home

𑣲 fast times at family video I @thursdaygxrls

steve’s great a flirting. that is, until robin gets involved.

𑣲 crushes, chaos, confessions I @quin-ns 

dustin knows how steve feels about you and he can’t stop himself from spilling his best friend’s biggest secret to you.

𑣲 henderson!reader I @familyvideostevie

𑣲 favour for a favour I @yellowharrington

steve has a big ol' crush on the girl that trades him pastries for movies every week.

𑣲 whole I @freelancearsonist

𑣲 sincerely, yours I @superblysubpar

a movie night, a confession, an offer, your Calvin's bunched up on the floor of your best friend's BMW...and other places

𑣲 paralyzed I @murdockparker

She walked in on a Friday afternoon. Steve needed nothing more than to get to know her--if only he could find it in himself to speak to her.

𑣲 that guy I @appocalipse

After he's been to yet another failed date with yet another random pretty girl, Steve Harrington, your best friend, stops by at the diner your family owns for a late-night chat, same as he'd done a thousand times before. Steve is totally unaware of how much he's hurting you with his endless parade of dates, because after all — the two of you are only friends and nothing more, right? It's not like you have any secret feelings for him…

𑣲 romance is dead, isn't it I @megxplryxb

𑣲 pretty girl part 2 I @hellfireclubmember

Dustin can't stop talking about the sub he got to fill in for Lucas, making Steve want to smash his head into a wall. That is, of course, until he sees you.

𑣲 baby, no attachment part 2 I @calumfmu

the 5 times Steve Harrington was an asshole to you, with the 1 time, he revealed his true self.

𑣲 the kings reign I @/calumfmu

King Steve, the stupid nickname you had heard your entire life. The rumors, the huge ego to match. It was everything that made you hate him, especially when your best friend wouldn't shut up about him. Robin was forcing you to be friends with him, but it wouldn't stop the passion you had dedicated to wanting nothing to do with him.

𑣲 tell me that i'm all you want I @judeswhore

everyone in hawkins knows about steve harrington’s somewhat infamous past and with your relationship being new and a little devil on your shoulder you start to worry if you’re simply just his next play thing

𑣲 blurb I @/judeswhore

𑣲 out of your league I @/judeswhore

steve’s friends refuse to believe his secret girlfriend is the pretty girl from the bakery and are more than a little surprised when you actually show up.

𑣲 fall into pieces I @taintedcigs

steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot.

𑣲 it just takes a kiss I @strangerstilinski

based on that scene in tasm where peter spins gwen around to kiss her — with just a dash of enemies to lovers

𑣲 handle with care I @thecreelhouse

Eddie and Robin think Steve needs to get out more, but he ends up in what he believes to be the wrong place at the wrong time, until he meets you.

𑣲 jealousy, jealousy I @s-brant

Nancy and Y/N are best friends. The problem is, Y/N and Steve have been secretly hooking up for weeks, and when Nancy asks for advice about possibly getting back together with him, Y/N doesn’t know how to feel.

𑣲 bags I @goldustwomun

you'd loved steve since you were fifteen, followed him wherever he went. so when you were finally over him, stumbling home with another man clinging to your side, why was he waiting by your doorstep?

𑣲 grand gesture I @loove-persevering

reader is seeing how close Nancy and Steve are and the looks they give. When the Reader goes to Eddie Steve gets confused and a little jealous because he actually has feelings for her.

𑣲 moral of the story I @refiwrites

Steve was still in love with Nancy, it was clear as day. 

𑣲 for a good time call! I @chestharrington

In the Summer of 1985, Steve's social standing is at an all time low. In an act of sheer, pathetic desperation, he calls a phone sex hotline. Little does he know, his dream girl from the hotline is just an escalator away.

𑣲 6 times Steve was pining I @fandomtravels

𑣲 you keep me hanging on part 2 I @once-upon-an-imagine

𑣲 icarus and the sun I @justburningdaylight

Reader’s in love with her best friend. Considering she can’t tell him about this particular secret, she instead entrusts it to her diary, neglecting to remember Steve’s old habit of reading said diary.

𑣲 sober thoughts I @munsster

If drunk words are sober thoughts, Steve sure is talkative when he’s had a few.

𑣲 need your lips on mine I @lonelysatellites

Steve Harrington will hook up with you. So why won’t he kiss you?

[yourfavpasifikacreator]

Hi!!!! i don’t remember if you did something like this or not but maybe you can do where the fem! reader (aphrodite or unclaimed. you can pick) is foolishly in love with clarisse but clarisse is like super mean to her but the reader is a little delusional and oblivious to it so she continues to give her gifts but then the reader sees clarisse hanging out with silena more so the reader gets sad but doesn’t or does (you can pick) stop her affection and gifts (even though clarisse throws them out and/or gives them away which the reader sees and get hurts by it) so one day clarisse is talking to her siblings about the reader and clarisse’s siblings say that she’s so clingy or annoying or something to which clarisse agrees to and the reader overhears and officially stops talking and giving stuff to clarisse all together and starts hanging out with a new camper which makes clarisse gets a little upset and annoyed that she starts being mean to the new camper and reader. clarisse then realizes that she’s in love with the reader. you can pick how it ends. happy ending??

i’m sorry it’s so long and i hope it makes sense!!!

Is it true you care?

Clarisse la rue x daughter of Aphrodite!reader

You and clarisse weren't really in that great terms to everyone's eyes you followed her around like a love sick puppy but who could blame you she was perfect the way she walked and talked with such confidence man it was like you worshiped the ground she walked upon.

Clarisse thought of you like a pest honestly but somewhere in her heart she couldn't get why she was so attracted to you.

You saw clarisse walking you had something to give her so you walked up to her

When she saw you she rolled her eyes at you and groaned "what y/n? Here to give me one of your lame gifts?" She said laughing and everyone laughed with her.

"mhm!" You said smiling your was angelic a soft just like your voice nobody can laugh at you when you smile cause you were so pretty you hated just being just a pretty face.

She scoffed and took the gift knowing everyone was watching her you sighed when she walked away.

She looked around to see if anyone was watching then she threw it away she didn't see that someone was watching that someone had to be the new kid her name was loral she is claimed by Demeter she spent her time attending to the flowers near the ares cabin sometimes.

Today seemed cold like a thick sad mist today everyone looked at you secretly whispering to each other you sighed you didn't know what it could be but you didn't care clarisse was the only person you cared about you saw her talking to Selina she was your sister though she thought you were weird but she couldn't be rude to you cause you always looked up to her and you were her loving sister.

But her and clarisse are always together you sighed you felt your heart ache with such pain but decided to keep your composure reminding yourself that your sister loves you and would never do that to hurt you were wronged Selina a clarisse laughed together out loud loral saw you watching them a sighed but then you ran away dropping your plate running to the toilets to cry on the floor you sobbed a held your jacket at your chest trying not to panic but then your hear someone.

"Hello?' loral spoke loudly she came to check up on you she wasn't your friend but everyone has a right to feel happy and not in pain like how you were feeling you kept quiet "hey, y/n I just came to see if you were alright?.."

You gasped "I do not-.. it's obvious is it?.." she looked at you with and approving face you "it's just why didn't she love like I loved her... You know? I guess it was one-sided..."

"loral?, is that you?." You said softly wiping your tears away from your eyes.

"yeah, I saw what happened, just came to see if you were doing okay, you know?..'" she said with the symphony given to her mother

"I'm alright...!" You said with glassy eye re-applying your lipgloss about to walk out

She grabbed your hand softly with no force on her grasp "y/n.. its not fine if you bottle things up, I know you love clarisse.." she said smiling at you

Loral sighed and walked up to you and grabbed both of your hands "didn't you feel down the line that she liked you back at least once?..." She said looking you in the eyes.

Maybe you did feel like that at some point her cruel way of loving you but you always told yourself to be positive and kind while your sister was talking about how annoying you were a clarisse giggle.

Today you were walking by the ares cabin and you heard clarisse say your name you knew it was wrong but you decided to listen in on what they said you felt heart broken by what she said

"she is always around me it's like she doesn't have a life." She said coldly as you covered your mouth sobs wanting to come out of your mouth

Then you heard a very familiar voice your heart felt like it was a toy that was used and thrown away into a bin "yeah she follows you around I feel bad for your ear." She held jokingly pinching it and letting it go" "she talks like a parrot speaking and repeating..." You felt like you wanted to leave and just end it here you walked back stepping on stick and you back away .

Clarisse and Selina heard the stick break "shit." You ran away as fast as you could when you passed by the Demeter cabin and knocked on the door clarisse was worried but Selina wasn't clarisse worried if it was you she disliked the way you showed your love towards her but she didn't hate you for it clarisse went looking for you cause she knew it had to be you.

Tears streamed down your face when loral opened the door you let out a shaky sigh of hurt your glassy eyes and your puffed under lid said it all loral gasped and just gave you a big hug, feeling safe in her arms you let out your tears crying a sobbing and trying to catch your breath "she... Doesn't.." you sobbed into her shoulder as loral tried grazing her hand on your back feeling your pain so hard .

When clarisse found you she saw you in her arms instead of yours her rage grew and she clenched her fist in jealousy she hated you but loved you at the same time when her gaze fell upon you and her hand just let go in that moment seeing loral hold you with such sympathy and seeing you cry into her arms loral spoke "my gosh, y/n... I know you loved clarisse but she doesn't deserve someone with such a kind selfless soul..." She said wiping your tears away from your sad beautiful eyes.

Clarisse knew it was true cause after what she said about you she knew you didn't deserve a kind hearted girl like you but what made it painful to her was to hear it, it started pouring down rain as your hair got wet loral took you inside with a comforting smile whilst holding your hand.

Clarisse just stood there in the rain her curls weighing down from the rain water that got caught in your beautiful hair as she dreamed that you were the one holding her hand leading you into her cabin she sighed walked back into her cabin she shouldn't have said those things tomorrow she'll make it right again.

"I feel so bad." She said to herself she wished she never said that stuff about you she missed you talked her ear off the way you used to give her gifts she missed you in general.

Your eyes were so puffy you wore a black long sleeved T-shirt under your shirt and wore some baggy jeans a thanked loral for helping you so much she never wanted anything more but to help you you were her best friend.

The whole day you ignored the world around you ignored your so called sister a clarisse you walked by them see with your puffed up red eyes, clarisse noticed in archery how bad you actually were and how you felt after hearing her say that.

She felt like she was guilty but after class at lunch she came up to you "y/n? I want to speak to you" clarisse with guilt and heartache.

You sighed, you're not one to hold a grudge so you replied "yeah okay..." You said as she told you to follow her "yes, clarisse?.." you said with such a soft and angelic voice given to you by your mother.

"y/n, I'm sorry for how I treated you..." She said dodging your eye contact.

"for what?, it's clear to me that I'm just clingy and annoying, or maybe that I'm an on-repeat parrot, or that I'm just a girl that doesn't have a life, but its not my fault, I fell in love with you clarisse!." You sobbed about to leave but clarisse stopped you

She was speechless and felt so guilty now "what?..." Why did she do that she said to herself she always ruined everything she did she ruined it for herself and others that was what she said to herself.

"y/n, I really love you I might have just realized it now but I do." She said it made your heart was pounding really hard in the moment.

"I love you too, but you better not be lying to me." You said with jokingly

"don't worry I won't lie to you sweetheart" she said as gently kissed your forehead.

[graveyrdvamp18]

i'm bored, , so here's what i think of each lost boy

i'm gonna do this one vamp at a time so i don't get overwhelmed, starting off with this mullet king

david

• he's a self - proclaimed leader

since he's the first turned and seemingly the most mature one, as each boy joined the gang, he took it upon himself to look after everyone. cause he cared for them ? that could be a factor, but also cause of his controlling nature

• he loves to read

david seems like he secretly loves to read, and im talking about newspapers, too. he even has reading glasses. and i would know this cause i am the glasses. anyway, as far as genres, maybe horror, mystery, and throw in a little romance from time to time

• he is the most possessive of his belongings

this man does NOT share. and he will be mad if he catches anybody besides him with his stuff

• he is the smartest

okay so i'm not calling the others stupid, vampires in general are intelligent beings. i'm just saying david is extremely smart, but this is also what makes him very, very good at manipulation. a master manipulator, if you will. and it's not just with the mind games he can play, with his words, his expressions. he knows exactly what to do or say to get you

• anger issues

something tells me if he's not the one who comes up and speaks to you first, don't even try. he would probably just ignore you or tell you to go away. this is probably something he picked up from his father (not max), and i don't necessarily think it's shown in the movie, just from his energy, makes me think that

• not the biggest fan of sweets

i keep switching from serious to silly things, but that's just how i roll, anywayy. he doesn't hate sweets or candy, just could live without them. he hates the stomach ache you can get after, and probably how sugary they are. the only sweet i think he can handle is cookies, more specifically snickerdoodles

• david has the highest level of maturity

i've actually read about this on here, i can't remember the person's user, but i just remember how they talked of how he dresses and how he talks, and i have to say i agree. he does indeed dress and talk completely different from his three vampire bros. this also makes me think that david is definitely an old soul and he was probably forced to grow up instead of having the freedom of being a wild and care-free child

• black and red are his favorite colors

more specifically darker shades of red, he hates bright colors. probably would complain it's hurting his poor eyes and he's going blind

• cares about his health.. a lot

there's absolutely nothing wrong with caring about your health. although the man's main diet is bl0od, clearly they can still eat human food. he eats junk food still and is definitely always down for some pasta or a good burger, but he tries to maintain a healthy way of eating. maybe he tried encouraging the other boys to do so, but gave up cause he was getting no where

• keeps things clean

if he sees a mess, he cleans it. or gets one of the others to clean it cause they caused it. the cave is definitely organized, and that was probably thanks to David. cause you can see during any cave scene how it's an organized mess

• his favorite food is pasta

already mentioned this briefly, but please he would fck up olive garden. i just know they would hate to see him coming

• despises loud noises

this includes the TV being too loud, loud crunching, any kind of beeping and so on. it pisses him off

• stupid nicknames

can't stand them. the other boys definitely have silly nicknames for him like 'pookie' and 'davey' and so on, and he wants to curl up every time

• early birdy

as soon as the sun sets, david is the first to wake up. mainly cause he loves night time. even before he was turned, he was always a night owl. he probably snuck out into a field near his childhood house a few times

• writing

there's really no doubt in my mind that david loves to write. he has many journals stored away cause he considers them personal. he has such a high guard up that whenever somethings wrong, he turns to paper and pen. he also has the most beautiful handwriting out of all of them

☆ what he could've been

i feel like if david was never turned, he would've wanted to be in a major career. he would've been an excellent psychologist. he would've wanted to start his own family, and have kids, probably out in the west.

he misses this at times, the chances and hopes that he lost, but despite that, i actually think he loves being a vampire. he loves the chase, the thrill of it all. he loves doing whatever he wants, whenever he pleases

one last thing, this man loves music. all 4 of them do, really. i feel like he'd listen to anything that isn't rap or pop. he also listens to country but doesn't let the other boys know that, they'd probably never let him live it down

let me know what you think ! whether you agree or disagree, i'm open-minded

i love david, honestly. i know he wouldn't love me back, cause I mean, have we watched the same movie ? but he's still my pookie bear

[ponderingmoonlight]

Hiiii! Can i request? I'm not sure if this was a good idea but I'm hoping maybe you could make an angst to fluff? Gojo x reader please. Where gojo thinks y/n is a burden but regretted it. Thank youuuu 🥺🙏

I've got you babe. It's not that heavy regarding hurt, I still hope you enjoy though (if you look for heavy heavy hurt, just look through my masterlist lol) Let me know what you think <3

Gojo calling (y/n) a burden to keep her safe

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: Despite the fact that Satoru Gojo was the one who lifted you up and gave you the confidence to go on your very first solo-mission, it was also him who shattered your confidence in order to keep you safe.

Warnings: language, (y/n) being self-unconscious, hurt but comfort (not that heavy hurt though)

To say you are excited is an understatement. Heart almost pounding out of your chest, whole face light up in nothing but motivation. Yes, this will be your day.

This is the day you’ve been waiting for, the moment you’ve trained so hard for all those months. You, on the side on none other than Satoru Gojo. The gifted boy who has it all, the boy with the six eyes, the boy you secretly have a crush on since joining Jujutsu High. You hate to admit it, especially towards your best friend Utahime. But god, something about him just makes your knees go weak.

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m not a huge fan of you being here, (y/n).”

Not because he thinks you aren’t skilled enough. Despite being in your first year, your fighting technique is remarkable, never skipping a single training session, always motivated. But the thought of exposing you to that cruel world outside jujutsu high, having to leave you alone on the battlefield…

Satoru just can’t. Fuck that everyone congratulates you on your first mission, fuck the way your eyes sparkle in excitement. Your beautiful doe eyes, your gorgeous innocent eyes…

He can’t let them hurt a single hair on your precious body.

“How’s that? You said yourself that I made a lot of progress”, you reply with an ever so slight pout.

Why would he say something like that? Even though you’re still in his first year and Satoru keeps himself busy with missions that require a special grade sorcerer, he always finds time to train with you. Even if it’s only for 5 minutes before leaving, even if it means standing in the rain with you for hours. He’s always there, always by your side. And now…now it is a bad thing that you accompany him? What about all those times he told you you are good enough when it was you who doubted herself.

Satoru clenches his jaw, eyes darting away from the stinging presence of your gaze. What is he supposed to say now? That he fucking loves you and hates the thought that you might get hurt? That this mission means you’ll be gone from time to time now and he’ll miss having you around all the time?

No way in hell.

“Just don’t get hurt, okay?”

The stone-cold tone in his usually so melodic voice makes your heart ache. Did you do something wrong? Was it something you’ve said?

You don’t have time to think about it any further. In fact, you get thrown into the air within the split of a second.

Your eyes widen in horror, all air escapes from lungs in an instant. That thing…that is definitely a curse. And what a strong one.

With a fast slash of your sword you free yourself just in time before getting smacked against a nearby building, landing on the ground so effortlessly elegant that Satoru can’t help but stare. You make it look so easy. And yet…

“I will have to leave now, (y/n). Call me when you need help. And remember what we trained for and the movement I’ve showed you yesterday. Keep in mind that you need to swing your leg-“

“Satoru.”

Gently, you place your hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got this, okay? Go and free those jujutsu sorcerers. We’ll meet again when I exorcised that thing and you return with everyone safe and sound.”

Your breath-taking smile makes it hard for him to stay focused, to remind himself of the fact that your life is in serious danger. Even though that curse definitely isn’t that powerful, you still have to be careful. And Satoru won’t be here to protect you for a while.

“Get going, Satoru.”

One last glance. One last touch of his hand and you’re gone in the wind, swinging your body into the hot summer air. He shakes himself out of his trance, eyes focusing on the tall building ahead of him.

He has a job to do. The faster he is, the sooner he can fight by your side.

“Please keep your eyes open”, he mutters more to himself than towards you.

Then you’re alone. Eye to eye with the quite small curse who doesn’t even tries to fight against you anymore. Did it give up? Is it already this drained? You didn’t even fight for 5 minutes by now. It doesn’t matter though. This is your first ever solo-mission, the first time you were truly able to show your abilities. Well, it’s not your fault the curse appears to be weaker than expected, right?

With a swift motion you slice through it, expecting to turn into smoke like you’re used to. You blink a few times, sword digging into the ground.

But it doesn’t.

Is it a misunderstanding, maybe? Could it be possible that only the strong curses disappear when getting exorcised? Until today, you were only able to watch from afar how Suguru and Satoru did it. Maybe you missed something, maybe it is in fact-

All colour drains from yourself in an instant, soul leaving your body along with warm liquid running down your stomach.

Something hit you.

Something definitely pierced right through you.

Your trembling fingers push the emergency button on your phone just in time before you are threatened to get attacked again. It takes all your strength to outstand that thing. But no, it’s not the quite small curse from before. That standing right in front of you is a decent-sized monster.

“How?” you breathe out.

Fuck, every single breath sends wave of agony through your veins, blood soaking through your uniform with ease. Suddenly you begin to tremble regardless of the fact that the sun is scorching hot, sweaty hand holding onto the handle of your sword for dear life. You need to hold on, at least a few minutes, at least until Satoru returns to your side.

Satoru.

“Who the hell is this”, he mumbles, taking out his phone while busting through a wall.

It’s you.

No. His heart skips a beat. This is your distress signal. This means that you’re…

His eyes widen in pure horror, all the nasty things he imagined earlier becoming reality. Please, let this be a mistake, let this be a bad joke. But he knows you aren’t joking, that you wouldn’t push that button out of nowhere. It means your life is in danger – in serious danger if your suborn self decided on calling him.

Satoru doesn’t have to think twice. These jujutsu sorcerers will have to wait.

“You need to come here. Right now”, he barks into the speaker.

“Huh, what’s up your ass today? What is even going-“

“I don’t know, but (y/n) pressed the button. Just come here and bring Suguru with you.”

He hangs up on Shoko without waiting for her reply. Instead, he storms back the way that he came, greeted by nothing but chaos. Fuck, this looks bad. Very very bad, to be exact. Did all of this happen within maybe 15 minutes? But the curse wasn’t that strong when he left, you were able to land hits so easily.

“(y/n)?” he screams on top of his lungs.

“I’ve got this, Satoru”, you blurt out.

There you stand, completely soaked in your own blood, your uniform torn. He can’t catch his breath, hands trembling just by looking at you.

“You’ve got nothing, (y/n). Get out the way and let me handle this on my own”, he instructs you with a seriousness in his voice you’ve never heard before.

Maybe it was a mistake calling him, maybe you would have been able to defeat this thing alone. After all, Shoko will stitch you up when you return to Jujutsu High, right? This is your first solo-mission, you need to try harder, you need to at least try, show Satoru what you’ve learned.

Without hesitation you storm forward, sword slashing through the air. But just when your blade is about to hit that frightful creature, Satoru pushes you out of the way.

Just to get hit full force by that monster and crashing into a nearby building.

“Satoru!” you cry out.

“Leave. Right. Now.”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“(y/n), you need to get going, come on!” a familiar female voice shouts over the noise.

Shoko. Is that Shoko? You squint your hurting eyes, looking into distance. She’s here along with Suguru. Your heart sinks, eyes filling with tears. But this…this should have been your first solo-mission, your very first success.

“Hey, can you hear me? Move your ass away from here, he’s got it”, Shoko reassures you, now by your side through the help of Suguru’s controlled curse.

“I’ve got this! It’s my first mission, I’m still able to fight, I’m still strong enough-“

“You’re nothing but a burden, (y/n)! You’re doing nothing but standing in my way!” Satoru suddenly screams so harshly into your face that you flinch back.

“Come on, no need to shout like that…”, Shoko interrupts.

“Don’t you get that you aren’t strong enough, that you aren’t as good as you think? Do me a favour and get out of the fucking way, (y/n). I don’t wanna see your face anymore.”

“B-but you were the one who told me-“

“I lied”, he interrupts you immediately.

“I didn’t wanna hurt your feelings. Look what you’ve did today. You aren’t even able to defeat a grade 2 curse.”

His words hit you with full force, pull the ground underneath your feet. And just like that he’s gone, catapulting himself onto the curse in front of you that is about to destroy the whole city. All you can do is stare at him through glossy eyes, silent tears running down your face. You don’t even protest anymore when Suguru and Shoko grab your shoulder and transport you away. Away from this mess.

Away from Satoru’s cruel words.

“You’re nothing but a burden.”

Nothing but a burden. Is this really how he feels about you? All those encouraging words, all the precious moments you were so certain that he looked at you with a spark of affection in his eyes.

But oh, that spark definitely died today. Nothing but thick rage radiated from his bright blue orbs, staring down at you in disgust.

“Hey, don’t cry. He’s not worth your tears”, Shoko tries to cheer you up while working wonders on your drained body.

“I thought…he saw more in me”, you hush.

“Men are stupid and useless. You did very well for your first mission alone, (y/n). And that curse definitely wasn’t a grade 2 like that idiot said. Not all of us get power stuck in their ass from birth, y’know”, she mumbles, casually lighting a cigarette.

Meanwhile Satoru’s heavy footsteps echo through the hallway of the hospital wing, his mind racing. Fuck, his heart doesn’t stop bleeding from the venomous words he shot at you earlier.

“I know why you did it. Maybe she’ll understand somehow”, Suguru tries to reassure him.

He knows it too. Satoru know you well enough to be aware of the stinging fact that you’re suborn. Too suborn to miss a single training session, too suborn to give up when he already beat you multiple times. And too suborn to run away from a fight when you’re already on the brink of death. If Shoko wasted another minute, if he would have been by your side just a few moments later…

You could be gone. You would have been killed in front of his very own eyes because of a curse than transformed itself into a special grade with every hit you landed on it, you would have been killed by a curse that would have ended the lives of every other jujutsu sorcerer apart from the three special grades.

And that’s because he had no choice but break your heart. Even though it tore him into pieces, even though he’ll never forget the way your numb eyes stared at him while Suguru and Shoko carried you away from the battlefield. Hurting your feelings seemed to be the only option he had to get rid of you.

“I feel so shitty, man. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that she’s a burden, she was always so self-unconscious about herself…”

Suguru pats the shoulder of his best friend gently, coming to a stand in front of the door that leads to you.

“Then it’s your job to make her feel better now, right?”

One last look at Suguru’s encouraging smile. His hand rests against the doorknob, taking a deep breath in before opening it.

“Oh, there he is, the devil himself”, Shoko comments dryly.

Satoru sends a death glare her way, shaking his head over the fact that she’s smoking while you lay right next to her.

“Hey, how you’re feeling?”, he asks towards you gently.

You blink away the film of tears that starts to form on your eyes all over again, avoiding his gaze at any costs. Not now, not when you’re already feeling down. Satoru Gojo definitely is the last person you want to see.

“Like a burden”, you mutter.

His heart stings in an instant.

“I never meant what I’ve said, (y/n). It’s just…I wanted to save you.”

“Save me by tearing me down?”, you question.

Fuck, he feels so dumb, standing next to your bed like an idiot while you stare at the ceiling, not even daring to look his way. He knows he deserves every bit of your rejection, that his words earlier that day must have been more than hurtful. But please…just talk to him, just glimpse at him one time.

“I told you over and over how strong you are, that you are ready for a solo-mission. But that today…That wasn’t a grade 2 anymore, (y/n). I know it was a special grade. No one except Suguru and I would be able to defeat something like this. But you were so dedicated, you were already on your way to storm into your certain death and I just couldn’t let that happen…I know how badly you wanted this to work out, but this wasn’t the right time. And you weren’t able to see that.”

Gently, he cups your hand with his. Your mind screams at you to pull away, to jump up and run away from him. But why…why are tears starting to pool your eyes, running down your bruised cheeks like waterfalls? Why is all you want to feel right now Satoru’s hand against yours? Why does it have to feel so calming?

And why do his words have to make sense?

“You said I’m a burden…”

“You are everything to me, (y/n)”, he suddenly blurts out.

“And the thought of hurting your feelings for a moment sounded better than you getting killed in that useless battle.”

You look up at him, the boy you learned to love so long ago, the boy who actually made you believe in yourself and your abilities. Is it really this easy to simply believe him, to forget about the stinging fact that he called you useless one way or another?

“But maybe you were right. The only thing I did was making things worse. It took me 3 kills to realize that he multiplies with every hit…”, you mutter defeated.

“Don’t you dare to believe a single word of that. I thought be talked this over”, Satoru insists, cupping your face gently.

“I know I am a jerk and believe me, I hated myself for the things I threw at you. But the truth is…You mean so much to me, the thought of losing you forever hurts way more than that you might hate me in some kind of way. But please, don’t ever talk yourself down. You are wonderful, you are outstanding smart, you are so skilled that it scares me. You are in your first year and still you managed to keep up with that thing for so long. You are strong, (y/n). Don’t let an idiot like me make you believe that you are a burden when you are in fact the greatest treasure on earth.”

You rest your tearing eyes for a moment, allow yourself to snuggle against the palm of his hand. It feels so good, like balm for your soul. Before knowing Satoru Gojo, you were nothing but an insecure little girl who was sure nothing great will ever come from her.

It was him who made you believe in yourself. It was him who showed you what you are capable to do. It was him who showed you how to love yourself. It was Satoru Gojo all along. And one glimpse into his sincere ocean blue eyes is enough to know that he still feels this way.

“I love you”, you whisper into the thick silence of the room.

“I love you too, (y/n). And you’ll be never be a burden to me, always remember that.”

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[i-cant-sing]

EXCUSE ME DID THE CHAPTER JUST END LIKE THAT??!? oml i just wanna grab silas by the throat and throttle him he's such a rat for doing that 😭

i cant help but root for reader in the next chapter like shes gotta prove him wrong and come out on top 🙏🙏

look i get why everyone is hating on silas for being a "rat" but really, u guys get why he's so wrapped up in revenge dont u?

he's lost his grandpa, who was shunned by the queen all because he married for love, and then the queen basically cut off all ties with the FitzGeorges and refused to give them any of the benefits of being royalty, so they had to struggle for both money and respect because again- the queen basically said "i dont recognise their marriage, therefore their offsprings/descendants are all ILLEGITMATE." so now they're the laughing stock in English high society. then when silas lost his parents, queen came to pay her respects as basically a publicity stunt so that people wont call her "cold hearted bitch" and went on to tell silas that she'll give him dukedom if he were to make something of himself and "make the crown proud" and from there on, a deep hatered for the royal family name stemmed inside him and he decided that the best way to get revenge would be to drag the royal family's so called "prestigious" name through the mud and what better way to make them a laughing stock by not only fooling the queen into giving the dukedom, but also for him to PUBLICLY REJECT her daughter aka A PRINCESS because he secretly married a commoner, who is also a "A BALLERINA" just like his grandpa did. and he only agreed to a ballet show despite knowing that Y/n does not know ballet at all is so that she will fail so then the queen will even be more embarrassed because then it will basically mean that silas did not marry y/n because she was "so good at ballet" but because of the stigma that followed ballerinas in the 1800s i.e "prostitutes".

oh also him converting to Islam and marrying a muslim was an extra F U to the great british crown <333 he just loves when things fall in his favour <3

[seireitonin]

hi :) do u have any e.j x toby headcannons?

Toby x EJ hcs!!!

@bimbvx Ik you’ll like this post too💋 anyway here’s some hcs I have!

Toby struggled with internalized homophobia, him being a closeted bi man

It didn’t matter, no one would know anyway everyone knows he had girlfriends before

But since he currently had no girlfriend, he had no one to help check his injuries after missions, no one to keep him grounded, no one to turn to

Then Jack came into his life

Jack not only wanted to check on him because they were friends, but he also wanted to study CIPA up close

It’s a win win for both of them

So almost every night Toby would be with Jack, talking

The conversations got deeper and deeper

And they because really close friends

As Jack would check for injuries and talk to Toby

Toby noticed that he wanted Jacks touch more and more

Going to Jack after missions became his favorite part of the day

He liked the way Jack gently touched him, checking for injuries, running his hands over him, as he spoke to him softly

“Did you get hit here while you were out? I’m noticing a bruise.”

Toby started to notice he got the same feeling he did when he looked at the women he loved romantically

And so he stayed far away from Jack very far away

Not caring about his injuries. He couldn’t feel them anyway

Jack was honestly really sad. Did he do something wrong? He thought they were friends. He loved talk ing to Toby, even if he was obnoxious and cocky

So why hasn’t Toby come by in months?

They ran across each other one day in the forest, Toby coming back from a mission and Jack coming back from hunting

Toby didn’t even look at Jack

“Want me to check for injuries?”

Toby wanted to say no. He didn’t want to crave Jacks touch anymore. He wanted to stop thinking of Jack completely

But he couldn’t

He wanted this.

“Yeah. I do”

So back to Jacks home they went

And Toby felt his hand on him again

God how he missed it and hated that he did

“Toby. Why didn’t you come for months?”

Jack bluntly asked him

“Doesn’t matter. Mind your business”

“You agreed to help with my CIPA research. You are my business”

Toby glared

“Tell me. Now. “

Both of them were blunt and didn’t know how to properly tell each other how they were feeling

“Because I like you touching me too much.”

“What?”

“I didn’t stutter”

They both look at each other silently

“Tell me what you mean by that.”

“It means exactly what I said. I like when you touch me. Way too much”

Jack didn’t know how to handle this.

So he grabs Toby’s face

“Like this?”

Jack decides to mess with him, taking off his mask

“Knock that shit off!”

“You’re the one who likes it. But it’s fine. Because I like touching you”

Toby, being impulsive and reckless, kisses him

Jack kisses back

Since that day they’ve been secretly dating each other

Toby still isn’t ready to come out but he feels so comfortable around Jack

Jack helps him eat properly, check for injuries, lets Toby ramble while he works in silence

But Toby knows he’s listening

Toby brings back bags of organs for Jack

They hold hands in the woods where they know no one will see them

They’re best friends as well so they tease each other

But this is Toby we’re talking about, you’re gonna get teased no matter who you are

“Jack, lemme put candles in your eye sockets so you look like a Jack o lantern”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

Of course their relationship isn’t perfect

Toby has episodes sometimes as does Jack

And sometimes they clash really bad

Jack getting extremely angry and Toby getting really angry too

And Toby is so cocky he’ll never think he’s wrong until he really sits down and thinks about it (if he feels like it)

Since they’re both men and killers they don’t know how to properly express emotions a lot of the time

So they end up saying stuff they don’t mean

But they still care about each other at the end of the day

“You know, for a monster, you have a really gentle touch”

“So do you for the puppet slave of a evil being”

They smile softly at each other

They both relate to being slaves to demons

Jack having to be a host at all time and Toby having to be at slendermans call and also allow him into his body if he wanted to turn Toby into a puppet for however long he wanted

They both had their lives stolen and controlled by powers above them and there was almost nothing they could do

Not many people could relate to that

So they’re grateful for each other

“Hey Toby?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being my patient”

“You’re welcome”

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Rejection Sensitivity

Rejection Sensitivity might kick in when...

Someone leaves you on read

You get blocked randomly

You aren't invited to join in

People talk secretly without you

You see people having a good time without you

You don't understand an inside joke

Everyone disagrees with you

This could lead to thoughts of...

Something is wrong with me?

Why does no one like me?

Have I done something wrong?

I'm fed up, I can't do this anymore

I hate my life

People are better off without me

I hate everyone

As well as feelings of...

Anxiety

Hatred

Frustration

Fear

Depression

Loneliness

Overwhelm

Anger/Rage

The effect of this might be...

Acting impulsively

Meltdown/Shutdown

Losing friends/family / romantic partners

Being excluded from a group

Self-harm/suicidal thoughts

Being perceived negatively

Trust issues

Things that might help...

Removing/distancing yourself from the situation

Distracting yourself with interests/comforts/stims

Talk/vent to someone

Try to remember that your feelings are valid

Autisticality