#like the being nice is not actually genuine

[tojicide]

JEALOU$Y. ☆ CALEB.

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦. at the end of the day, you and caleb are just childhood friends—nothing more, nothing less. so, when you mention going on a date, it’s totally logical that he wouldn’t care, right? if only that were the truth.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠. fem! reader, current! caleb, zayne mention, jealousy, pet names, praise, oral ( fem. receiving ), cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie. 𝑤𝑐. 5.4k.

𝑛𝘰𝑤 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔. jealou$y — the neighbourhood.

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Doomsday has finally dawned upon Linkon City, though Caleb seems to be the only person truly affected by this catastrophe.

It was all his fault in the grand scheme of things. He hadn’t been clear enough, hadn’t shown the full extent of his feelings for you. But above all, he should have never offered Zayne those measly words of advice.

He should have known that the doctor had ulterior motives. Why else would he have called Caleb up one week ago to ask about you of all people?

It was a mean ploy, truly. Anyone and everyone knows about Caleb’s inability to shut up about you, his sole weakness was being exploited right in front of his eyes and he was none the wiser. The questions seemed harmless then. Posed as genuine curiosity, Caleb would have never been able to decipher the hidden intent behind each word that Zayne spoke into the receiver.

What are her days off? What does she do in her free time? You said that the restaurant around the corner from Akso Hospital was her favorite, yes?

In retrospect, he should have absolutely seen this coming. But then again, nothing could have ever prepared Caleb to hear those four life-altering words slipping from your lips.

“I have a date.”

A record scratches in his brain, forcing him to halt his steps for an abnormally long time before he slowly turns to face you. “You… what?”

Hearing the words repeated in that saccharine tone of yours only added salt to the wound, oddly enough. It physically pained him to ask for more information about your date, though he managed to hide his disdain with that boyish grin of his and a bit of lighthearted teasing.

But inside? That little green monster was stirring, and there was very little he could do to quell it.

Begrudgingly, he managed to get the key details before forcing himself to stow away in his bedroom and… think. Next Thursday. 6 PM. Maltosio Restaurant. With Zayne.

The next week passed by in an agonizingly slow fashion. It was as though each X that marked a passing day was a physical blow to his already aching heart, and those adorable images of the kittens on his calendar (the calendar that you picked out) did very little to help him.

Subtlety was never his strong suit, but then again, desperate times call for desperate measures. And believe Caleb when he says that he is very much desperate.

“Soo…” he’d drawl, leaning over the back of the couch to peer down at you. “I heard there’s a screening of that movie you’ve been wanting to see at the drive-in next Thursday. Wanna come with?”

You perked up like a ball of excitement, and for a moment, Caleb allowed himself to get his hopes up, but your frown quickly dissipated them. “Next Thursday? Oh, no, I can’t make it! I’m going out with Zayne, remember?”

Of course he remembered. That was exactly why he hadn’t let up—not even once—in his attempts to distract you just enough to make you forget all about your dinner plans. He could take you out for a nice dinner too. Say, that’s actually a good idea…

The next day, Caleb tried that one.

“Oh, pip-squeak,” he sang, his airy voice ringing through your apartment as he walked down the hallway. “I got us reservations at the restaurant in Skyhaven that you’ve been itchin’ to check out.”

You perked up, just like you did before. “Really?”

He nodded with a triumphant grin, internally patting himself on the back for his own good idea. “Mm-hmm. Next Thursday. Got us those window seats you wanted too—the ones that overlook the city.”

And once again, your gaze softened, and an all-too-adorable pout tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Oh, Caleb, I’m sorry. I’m busy that day.”

You really are too sweet for your own good. He can’t even blame Zayne for taking an interest in you, he’d be downright shocked if any man with two seeing eyes had the audacity to not think that you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Caleb sure does. He always has. He always will.

It wasn’t long before the day of reckoning was upon him. Thursday evening. Sunlight cut through the blinds in the living room, casting golden hues across the vast space. Much to his dismay, the trashy reality television you’d left on the screen did very little to soothe his worries.

He fidgeted with the dog chains you’d gifted him, his thumb brushing along the gift that you had so kindly given him. It was a testament to your bond. A bond that something as trivial as a single evening apart couldn’t tamper with… right?

“Caleb!” Your antsy voice cut through the air, forcing his wandering mind to snap back to reality.

He was up and down the hallway before you could even say another word, pressing a flat hand to your door to nudge it open. It was then that he saw you, all dolled up in your robe with your favorite dresses laid out on your bed.

Your hands grasp onto two of the hangers, holding them up side-by-side to help him get a better look at them. Though, his eyes were noticeably distracted, contorted in an unfamiliar lovesick expression as they pierced into yours. “Quick! Which do you think is cuter?”

Caleb blinks—once, twice, three times—until he forces himself to finally look down at the dress options in your grasp. He’d seen you wear them plenty of times before, and the thought of someone else seeing you in such beautiful fabric nearly made his stomach lurch.

He raises his forearm, leaning against the doorframe as he rubs the back of his neck. “Oh, c’mon, that’s an impossible choice. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.”

It was a typical response, one that you were expecting, though his lack of advice made you hmph as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “Well… I hear polka dots symbolize happiness and stripes symbolize slipping between realms. Pretty interesting stuff, huh?”

“Very interesting,” he says, the corner of his mouth tugging up at the mere sound of your voice. “Is that why you buy so many things in those patterns?”

You quirk an eyebrow, confusion etching into your expression. “Huh? What else do I buy that’s…” It quickly dawns on you, and you can feel heat creep up your neck and reach your face. “You’re a jerk.”

Caleb can’t help but laugh, taking a few steps into the room so that he can properly look at each and every one of the dress options laid out on your bed. “What’s the matter? If I remember correctly, someone was beggin’ me to do her laundry. Somethin’ about the laundry machine being sooo far and your feet hurting sooo bad.”

Huffing and far too flustered for your own good, you shake your head. “Well… well I didn’t realize you were so observant.”

He clicks his tongue, absentmindedly pinching your side as he leans down to rest his chin in the dip of your shoulder. “Tsk. You know I’m always observant when it comes to you. Even if it’s remembering something as trivial as the patterns of your cute little undies.”

You swat him away. “You’re so annoying!”

To that, he can only chuckle, giving your sides a brief squeeze before taking a few steps back. “Alriiight, alright, I’ll leave you alone.” Before exiting the room entirely, he hangs onto the doorframe, giving you a soft smile. “I’m serious though. You’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.” His lips curve into a smirk. “But if you want my input—you know I’ve always been a sucker for seeing you in florals.”

And with that, he whisks away, silently hoping and praying that this date will fall through on its own. Plopping back down on the couch, his eyes are practically glued to his watch. 5:48 PM. It wouldn’t be long before Zayne would be knocking at the front door—punctual as ever. Oh, it made him sick.

How could he have done this? To you, to himself? Caleb should be ashamed. He should be the one sitting across from you later tonight, holding your hand and listening to you ramble about whatever your heart desires. It should be him. It would have been him if he wasn’t so damn afraid.

But the sound of approaching heels clicking along the hardwood floor quickly snapped him out of his pity party, prompting him to look over his shoulder. And there you were once again, now adorned in a floral sundress that had made him lose his mind more times than he’d like to admit.

Under his breath, he can’t help but mutter, “Yeah, you’re gonna kill me…”

It was his favorite dress of yours, too. You really were trying to kill him. A white dress that was littered with blue flowers, the fabric fit you perfectly, loose and fitted in all of the right places.

Zayne didn’t deserve to see you like this. Plain and simple.

Standing from the couch, he lets out a low, appreciative whistle. “There she is,” he says, taking your hand to spin you around a single time. His smile only widens as he sees yours. “You look gorgeous, just like I knew you would.”

You roll your eyes with a bashful smile, one that he has to physically fight the urge to kiss away. “Oh, you flatter me,” you say through a laugh.

He shakes his head, bringing a hand up to gently smooth down a pesky hair on the top of your head. “Can’t be flattery if I mean every word of it.”

A breeze wafted through the open window, blowing the fabric of your dress ever so slightly. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers infiltrates the living room, though the scent of your perfume and something that was uniquely you had his full attention.

“Y’know, you can be pretty nice when you want to be,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

Chuckling, he simply nods, his large hands settling on your middle. “Yeah. When I want to be.”

You brush past him, padding over to the back door. Pushing it open, you step out onto the warm concrete patio, breathing in the fresh air that the backyard had to offer you. Spring in Linkon was always a delight, though the warmth that Caleb radiates behind you serves to be the most comforting thing about the entire scene.

His hand comes to rest on the curve of your shoulder, his fingers nimbly pulling at one of the straps of your dress. With his heart rate shooting through the roof, he forces himself to take a moment. He needs to get this right. This may be the last chance he’ll be able to do this.

“I… look, there’s something that I—”

But suddenly, the sound of rapping knuckles at the front door cuts through the tense silence. Both of your attention is drawn to the closed door, and having left the back door open, you both have a clear view of it.

You turn around to face Caleb, offering him a sheepish smile. “That’s probably Zayne.”

He only nods, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. “Yeah, probably.”

This was it. He was losing you. It stung to know that this was no one’s fault apart from his own. His inability to be honest about his feelings, his lack of forwardness with you… what was he expecting? That you’d never date? That he could keep you happy forever without offering you anything more?

It was a stupid fantasy, one that had earned him this spot. But when he saw you turn to leave, your eyes still locked on his, a surge of panic shot up his spine. His eyes flit around—the grass, the flowerbeds, the hose… that was currently filling up the pool…

“Be mad at me later,” he suddenly says.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Wha— ah!”

Before you could even begin to process what was happening, you were suddenly pushed back into the chamber full of chlorine infested water. Caleb watches with a wry expression as you shoot up from beneath the water, splashing aimlessly as you swim towards the edge.

“What the fuck was that?” you bark, perching one elbow up onto the concrete as you reach the other one out to him. “What the hell are you looking at? Help me out!”

Caleb can’t even protest, not with the incredibly irrational stunt he’d just pulled. “I’m sorry, pip-squeak, I just…” And so, he reaches down, his hand clasping around yours… until you pull him forward with all of your strength and send him tumbling into the pool too.

And when he comes up for air, you splash him the moment he opens his eyes. Serves him right. The chlorine will sting his eyes almost as much as your mascara is stinging yours right now.

With that, you pull yourself out of the pool, a trail of water marking your path as you wring out the fabric of your dress. After that, you disappear inside of the house, leaving Caleb to rub his eyes in utter defeat.

He gives you both a long stretch of alone time before he retreats back into the house like a kicked puppy, his head hanging low as he runs a hand through his wet strands of hair.

Sucking in a short breath, he knocks twice at your shut bedroom door. “Honey? It… it’s me.”

“Go away,” you retort without missing a single beat.

Caleb pokes his tongue into his cheek as he leans forward, resting his forehead on the cool surface of your bedroom door. “C’mon. Just… talk to me.”

It doesn’t take long before the door is swung open, revealing an incredibly angry version of you with a freshly cleaned face. He opens his mouth to speak, to apologize, to try and rectify the situation in any way he can, but you beat him to it. Quickly.

“How dare you?” you spit, jabbing your index finger into his chest. “What was that, Caleb? Are we ten years old again? Your method of communication is… is pushing me into the damn pool?”

He sighs, catching your hand to unfold your closed fingers. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I—”

“No!” you cut him off, sticking your other index finger into his chest. “It’s your turn to listen. You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, you’re all I’ve ever known, all I’ve ever wanted. Do you know how it feels to have everything you want dangled in front of you for so many years, and… and just torn away? Time and time again?”

Caleb is rendered speechless, his brows furrowed in both confusion and a sense of odd relief as you unleash all of the thoughts that you’ve kept hidden for so long. He doesn’t bother catching your other hand, instead, he allows you to repeatedly jab at his chest. It hurts, but he can handle it. Just like he can handle the words you’re saying.

“So, you know what? I decided that enough was enough!” you continue, your index finger pressing wildly into the hard planes of his chest. “I wasn’t going to wait around, I wasn’t going to pretend, I was going to move on! And… and I was going to!”

He tilts his head, his amethyst eyes growing fuzzy as he looks down at you. “Was going to?”

You huff, eyes narrowing as you jab your finger into his chest for a final time before turning away from him. “Well, I’m not exactly going on a date anymore, am I?”

Caleb nods, though you can’t see it. He leans against the doorframe, his gaze tracing your silhouette through the soaked fabric of your dress. Sighing, he straightens off the wall, but before he can turn away, you spin around to face him.

“And you know what else?” you huff. “You know the solution to this problem just as well as I do.”

He nods his head with a single jerk of his chin, beckoning you to continue. “Yeah? What’s that?”

You step closer, and for the final time, you stab your finger into his pec. “You need to grow a pair.”

Inhaling deeply, all he can do is smile. It infuriates you and he knows it, but he just can’t help himself. He takes both of your wrists and tugs you forward until your chest presses against his own, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek.

You’re slowly simmering down, the heat of your outburst dissipating as your skin cooled. With your eyebrows still furrowed, all you can do is look up at him, daring him to speak. To do anything.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asks, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip.

Swallowing thickly, you nod. “A little.”

He slowly nods his head, his fingers curving along your jaw before he cups your chin in between his thumb and forefinger. “Is there anything I can do to help with that?”

You can feel his breath fan along your lips, cool and minty and just about everything you could have ever fantasized about on your own. You part your lips to reply, but this time, Caleb is the one who beats you to it.

“We’re making puddles all over the floor, you know.”

Glancing down, you see the truth in his words. The pool water dripped from your respective clothing and gathered around the two of you, making a wry smile find your lips.

“Oh,” you breathe, “I didn’t even notice.”

“I like to think I’m pretty observant when it comes to you,” he murmurs, smoothing his free hand along your side until it grasps onto the fabric of your dress. “Need some help with this?”

You look up, meeting his gaze once more. “With… with what?”

“Well,” he drawls, his fingertips brushing along your outer thigh as he slowly drags the fabric upward. His movements are hesitant and cautious, his eyes flickering between each of yours. “You’re wet. I’m wet. Maybe we can… help each other dry off.”

Your eyelids falter as they flit between his, your gaze instinctively falling to the plush curve of his bottom lip. “Okay,” you murmur.

A smile tugs at his mouth. “Okay. Arms up.”

Slowly, you lift your arms above your head. His hands work together to slowly push the fabric of your dress up and over your head, letting it slip onto the floor with a wet plop.

His breath is nearly torn from his lungs the moment he sees your bare skin, so beautiful and soft and made to be his. Hesitantly, his fingertips trace the curve of your hips with a sense of reverence.

“Do you need help too?” you ask, your voice breathy from the restrained sense of need that has come over you.

Pausing his exploration of your bare skin, Caleb finds himself nodding, almost immediately lifting his arms over his head. “Please.”

And now, you take the opportunity to do the same. Slowly, you peel his shirt up and over his head, tossing it aimlessly into the laundry hamper near the door. Your gaze traces over the defining lines of his abdomen, your touch doing the same as it trails southward.

His lower stomach tenses up as your fingers brush against the hem of his jeans. He can’t help the way his eyes flutter shut, the way a touch so simple can nearly bring him to his knees. Breathing shakily, he leans down to rest his forehead on yours.

“Careful,” he breathes in warning, his voice taking on a raspy tone.

You almost startle at the unfamiliarity of his voice, though you push your hesitation aside as your thumb brushes over the button of his pants. “But… these are wet too.”

A huff of air leaves his mouth, the sound something between a low laugh and a groan. He forces his eyes open, his stare meeting your own. “Trying to get me naked before our first kiss? I have to say, you’re full of surprises.”

Faltering, your hands fall away from his pants. “You’re right, I… I’m—”

Caleb can’t help but chuckle, taking a hold of your hands to bring them right back to where they were before. This time, he guides your fingers through the motion of unbuttoning his pants. “Kidding,” he whispers against your lips. “Besides… we’re good at multitasking, yeah?”

You’re nodding before you can truly process his words. “Yeah.”

His lips crash onto yours with a groan that omits from deep within, the button of his jeans finally popping open from your ministry. The zipper went next, tugged down along with the fabric entirety until he was left in only his boxers.

His hands roam your curves greedily, eating up every inch of skin that he has deprived himself of for far too long. Your waist, your hips, your thighs—he needs to feel you in any way possible.

And you return his eagerness so well, wrapping your arms around his neck as you draw him in even closer. His hands worked quickly, hoisting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist as he walked the both of you over to your bed.

Laying you down on the mattress, he takes the initiative to deepen the kiss, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip to gain access that you readily give him. He can’t help but moan into your mouth, the sweet taste of your tongue tangling with his own forcing his brain to short circuit in a way he’s never experienced before.

You kissed him like there was no tomorrow, and he was loving every second of it. Your hands fisted into his hair while your lips moved in tandem with his, a soft whimper leaving your mouth as his hands gave your hips a firm squeeze.

His lips trail down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses along your neck and the curve of your shoulder as he uses his grip on your hips to pull you flush against him. A gasp leaves you at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothes sex, the friction so delicious that it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Caleb is so far gone, kissing his way along your arms, your neck, your sternum, all up until he reaches the valley of your breasts. He wastes very little time there, licking a trail to your nipple before sucking the peak into his mouth. His other hand palms at your other breast, kneading the soft flesh in his palm.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes against your skin, his hips rocking forward as he switches sides, latching onto your neglected breast and giving it a hard suck. “So beautiful.”

His descent continues as he mouths at the soft skin of your belly, your hips, your inner thighs. His eyes depart from yours as they settle onto the fabric covering your cunt, and a grin stretches across his face. Polka dots.

You scoff, softly shoving his shoulder. “Don’t even say it.”

Chuckling, he leans in to press a kiss on the damp patch of fabric. “Wasn’t gonna say anything, baby.”

His fingers hook beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your legs and tossing them aimlessly. His lips press feverish kisses to your ankles, your calves, your inner thighs, and eventually, the mound of your pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers into your heat, hiking your legs up and over his shoulders and he pulls your sex closer to his mouth. “So damn worth it.”

A cry leaves you as his tongue delves in deep between your legs, his eyes slipping shut as he lets out an unabashed whimper into your sex. His grip on your thighs only tightens, keeping your legs spread apart as they threaten to press in on his head.

He wouldn’t have that. He couldn’t. He needed to have you in the way that he’s dreamt of for so long, in the way that he’s thought of time and time again as he fucked his own fist to the thought of you. It was filthy, it was lewd, but it was honest.

You tasted better than he could have ever imagined, his tongue eagerly lapping at your inner walls before his lips sealed around your puffy clit, sucking hard enough to make your back bow off the plush mattress.

The stimulation is leaving you feeling overwhelmed, your hands pushing into his hair as your trembling thighs test the strength of his grip. You whine, eyes slipping shut as your head tilts back against the pillows.

“It— it’s too much—”

“Be good,” he finds himself saying, pulling you right back to his mouth as he continues to feast on your pussy like a man starved. “You can take it, baby.” Caleb cracks open his eyes, sucking harshly onto your clit before releasing it with a wet pop. “Go on, pretty girl. Say it.”

You whine, though you hardly have the brain power to say anything else apart from what he’s asked of you. “I… I can take it,” you breathe.

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your sensitive pearl before nipping at it. “There you go.”

It doesn’t take much longer for your legs to begin to tremble once more, your body writhing in his grasp as he sets you any way but loose. Your hips buck up, a final resort for reprieve as he works you over the edge.

Caleb redoubled his efforts, spreading your thighs even wider. Soon, the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was far too much to bear, far more intense than anything you had ever experienced before.

“I’m… I’m coming,” you gasp out, hands gripping tightly onto his dark locks of hair.

And when you do, his flattened tongue laps at your honeyed release. He works you through your high, his movements eventually slowing down as the twitching of your hips gradually calms.

He pulls off of you with a wet pop, pressing soft kisses to your swollen clit. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, pressing another peck on your mound before he moves back up your body once more to slot his lips against yours.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it only spurs you on further. Your hands grasp onto his shoulders, and in one swift motion, you flip him onto his back. Caleb looks up at you with a starry-eyed expression, but when you straddle his hips and sit in his lap, he has no words of protest. None at all.

“You really are full of surprises,” he says, running his hands along the warm skin of your thighs.

Tugging him free from his boxers, he helps you remove them from his body, leaving you both entirely bare together. He sits up, his back pressing against the headboard as he tugs you closer to him.

“I need you,” he whispers, pressing a longing kiss on your stomach as you shift to straddle him once more. “Please, baby.”

You gaze down at him, your fingers brushing through his hair. “Please what?”

He leans into your touch, his hands settling onto your waist as he pulls you lower, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. “Make yourself feel good. Please.”

Caleb’s own cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, both from the embarrassment that his own lack of experience brought upon him and the reality of finally having the love of his life in such an intimate way. His amethyst eyes search your face, as if searching for a permission that he didn’t know how to ask for.

Dipping your head, you press a soft kiss on his lips. Simultaneously, you swivel your hips until the tip of his length catches your entrance. You slowly lower yourself, feeling the way his cock stretches you out, filling you up in a way that only he can.

He smiles at you, cupping your cheek with his hand. Brushing a thumb over your bottom lip, he kisses you gently. “You feel so good,” he whimpers into your mouth, his other hand resting on your hip as you roll your hips in a way that has his breath hitching in his throat. “So fucking perfect.”

Your movements are timid at first, consisting of a slow and meticulous rocking of your hips. His cock stuffed you full, his tip kissing the deepest points of your inner walls with ease, earning a muffled whimper from your mouth that his lips swallowed up eagerly.

Caleb’s hands grasped tightly onto your hips, helping you set a pace that had the both of you losing your mind. He leans backward, his head tilting against the headboard as it slams against the wall with each intense grind of your hips.

“Good girl, give it to me how you like it,” he breathes, eyes cracking open to watch the way you look down at him as you work yourself on his length. “Use me however you need me, baby, there you go.”

Your fingers thread into his hair, pulling him in for a longing kiss. “I… you— you feel so…” you stammer, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder as you lose yourself on his cock.

He nods his head in agreement, turning his head to press a kiss on your damp cheek as he gently pets your hair. “I know, I know.”

You lose yourself all together, your legs shaking as you tighten your hold on him. “Caleb!” you moan.

His hips help you the rest of the way, his grip on your hips keeping you firmly planted as he meets your movements with thrusts of his own. “I know it, baby, I’ve got you,” he pants through a smile, guiding you through a few more fleshed out grinds on his lap. “Atta girl, use those hips.”

His arms wrap around you entirely, crushing you against the hard planes of his chest as you slowly ride the both of you through your shared orgasm. In that moment, in your house, in this space that belonged to you and Caleb alone—the two of you became one.

Heavy breathing and hammering heartbeats is all that consumes the two of you for a long while, skin to skin with far too much bliss brewing in your chests for either of you to handle alone.

Huffing softly, Caleb runs a hand up your side. “You okay in there?” he asks, turning his head to pepper soft kisses along your cheek. “C’mon, I need some proof of life.”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “Shut up, give me a second.”

He merely smiles, wrapping his arms around your middle once more as he tucks your head beneath his chin. Thirty seconds after finishing and you’re already mean. “There’s my girl.”

Caleb’s hands smooth over the soft planes of your back, giving your hips a soft squeeze as he revels in the feeling of your heartbeat drumming against his own. He can’t help himself from pressing a few kisses on the top of your head, his arms opting to wrap even tighter around you.

“I love—” he cuts himself off, eyes widening dazedly. Would that be too much? A confession of his undying love not long after ruining your date and making love with you for the first time? After a stretch of awkward silence, he kisses your head once more. “I love… cuddling with you. You’re so soft.”

You smile, nuzzling even closer to his chest, your nose brushing against skin. “Mm, I love you too, Caleb.”

His eyes widened, though he knows that communicating his confusion is futile. You knew him so well, too well.

“You do?” he whispers, turning his head just enough to look down at you.

In response to that, you nod. “Mm-hmm. I’ll love you even more if you tell me that you didn’t cancel those dinner reservations.”

Caleb smiles, running a hand over your hair. As if he’d given up his last ditch effort to take you out. “You know I didn’t.”

𝑛𝘰𝘵𝑒. rip zayne i still love you king!!! also i actually don’t really know how to write for caleb… so… i hope this didn’t suck! this is the only fic that managed to break my intense writer’s block that i’ve had for the past two months. reblog/comment if you enjoyed, i appreciate you reading so much <3

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Valentines Savior

In which Spencer saves his best friend from a failed Valentines date.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader Genre: fluff x slight angst Content warnings: friends to lovers, mutual pining, reader is tipsy, reader curses, confessions of love, vague mention of reader having abandonment issues, suggestive joke Word count: 3,6k A/n: happy valentines my lovers! 💛

Everything seemed perfect. And maybe that was the problem.

The restaurant you found yourself in had the perfect setting. There was the right amount of background noise: the clinking of wine glasses, muffled talking, occasional laughing in the back, and a jazz band playing the most atmospheric tunes. The lights weren’t too harsh—a pet peeve of yours—and the food was delicious, which you knew was a reason for you to return some other time. Just not with the person you were seated in front of now.

Kamil Everett was a good-looking guy. Slightly older than you, but not enough to doubt his reasons for being into you. He had the perfect jaw structure, covered in the perfect amount of neatly trimmed stubble. He had nice, white teeth, not the kind that you could tell was fake. He wore a cologne that was strong enough to notice, but not overpowering enough to bother you. He’d put effort into his hair and outfit, and he asked questions that showed interest but weren’t too invasive. He was perfect. Again, just perfect.

Still, the little devil on your shoulder nagged at you that this wasn’t what you were looking for. That something was missing, something neither Kamil nor the restaurant could give you.

You jumped in your seat when a pocket-sized Penelope with pink wings suddenly popped onto your right shoulder. Fuck, you’d been drinking too much.

“I am sick of this! Truly!” Penelope’s chipmunk voice peeped right into your ear.

“How many times have you come to me, saying, ‘Oh Penelope, someone has put a curse on me. There are no cute guys anywhere. The universe hates me’, and look at you now! Perfect guy, right over there!” Her small finger pointed at Kamil, and you pulled a sour face.

Angel Penelope responded by shaking her head in disapproval. “I will never hear you complain again. Now make sure to turn the poor thing down nicely and send him over to my place so I can give him some love.”

You chuckled at her comment.

“Are you okay?”

You choked on your red wine as Kamil spoke up. Devil you and Angel Penelope disappeared from your shoulders in a cloud of smoke. You coughed a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah, I am so fine.”

You looked at Kamil, seeing the genuine concern in his brown eyes. You knew you couldn’t continue keeping him on like that. “Actually, I think this is not going to work.”

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean us,” you answered, pointing your finger between the two of you. “You’re a great guy. I just don’t feel… the spark.”

He scoffed under his breath, immediately standing up and pushing his chair back to the table. You grabbed his wrist as he tried walking off.

“I swear, you’re great! I’m the problem. It’s always me, actually.”

Kamil didn’t get soothed by your words, pulling his arm free out of your grasp and turning his back to you, walking toward the exit.

“I have a great friend!” you yelled after him. “She’s an angel. Literally!” He kept walking, ignoring your pleas.

“I could send you her address! Kamil!”

“Ma’am, please tone it down or I’ll have to call security.”

You looked up to find a stern-looking woman standing in front of your table. When you looked around, all the couples at the surrounding tables were staring at you. You offered them a tight-lipped smile and mouthed a small sorry.

Once the critiquing whispers calmed down, you grabbed your phone from out of your purse, finding Spencer in your emergency contacts as you clicked on the call button.

“Hey, how are you-”

You shushed him. “I’m in a restaurant, whisper, or they’ll kick me out.”

Spencer listened and lowered his voice. “The new one downtown? I’ve been meaning to go there.”

“Well, consider today your lucky day. If you can make it in fifteen minutes, I’ll have dessert ordered for you.”

You chuckled as you heard his keys jingling from the other end of the line. “I’m heading out right now.”

“Good,” you laughed. “I’ll see you then.”

-`♡´-

A sigh of relief escaped you when Spencer walked into the restaurant. He gave you a smile and lifted his hand as he spotted the table you were seated at.

You stood up from your seat, letting out a satisfied groan as he enveloped you in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too. I can’t wait for ice cream.”

You chuckled, leaning back to see his face.

“You smell nice,” he complimented.

“Oh why, thank you,” you playfully responded, grinning as you both sat down.

Spencer observed the cutlery and half-drunk glass of wine in front of him, raising an eyebrow. “I assume I’m not the first person you offered dessert to.”

“Nope,” you answered, exaggeratedly popping the p. “Was on a date.”

Spencer lifted his eyebrows. “Another one?”

“Hey, don’t judge me! At least I go on dates.”

“Does it count if they all run away before dessert?”

You scoffed a laugh in surprise, not prepared for his burn. “You’re such an ass.”

He cheekily grinned. “What was his name?”

“Kamil,” you deeply sighed, knowing you’ll be getting chills every time you hear that name from now on.

“Did you know Kamil is derived from the Arabic element kāmil? Which means “perfect” or “complete”.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your glass before taking a sip. “Of fucking course.”

You thanked the waiter as he set two neatly made plates of dessert down on the table.

“I thought you gave up on dating,” Spencer wondered out loud, humming as he took his first bite of ice cream.

“I was,” you responded, taking a bite yourself. “Valentine’s an exception, though. I don’t want to be sitting at home by myself.”

“You could’ve asked me to come over. We still haven’t seen all the Star Wars movies,” he responded, commenting on the movie marathon you started last month. Then he pointed his spoon at you, “Well, you haven’t.”

“I know. I just meant spending the day with a lover.”

“I could be your lover.”

Before you knew it, the wine shot out of your mouth, painting your dress and the white tablecloth red.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked in worry, hurrying to your side as you continued coughing.

“Spencer-” you coughed a couple more times, and his arms made their way around your body, your hands reaching out to pull them off. “Spencer, I swear to god,” you sputtered out, “do not perform the Heimlich on me.”

The fact that you were able to talk reassured him enough to loosen his grip around you. Still, he didn’t leave your side.

You looked down to see the inevitable: your dress was ruined.

“Fuck, I loved this dress,” you groaned in annoyance.

“Here, let me-” Spencer grabbed a napkin from the table, turning back to you and tapping your chest dry. His eyes were focused on the low neckline of your dress, and the movements of his hand slowed, as if hypnotized.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he continued tapping the now non-existent wine droplets.

“Can you stop touching my boobs?”

He dropped the napkin like it caught fire.

“I-, I wasn’t-”

“You totally were,” you widely grinned.

“No!”

“Yes, you were. You’ve been staring at my boobs all night.”

Spencer swallowed. His gaze quickly landed on your cleavage before he blinked up at you. “Well, I can’t help it when you’re wearing a dress that’s showing décolletage.”

“Ha! You admitted it.”

A red flush crept up his neck, spreading over his cheeks. “That was a ploy! You were tricking me!”

“Ma’am, this is your last warning; I need you to leave the restaurant now.”

-`♡´-

The moon hung low in the sky, the streets cast in a warm yellow glow of the lampposts. A slight breeze caught your skin as you walked out of the restaurant.

“Well, that was a disaster.”

“You shouldn’t have kept insisting on a doggy bag.” Spencer laughed.

You let out a chuckle, turning to him. “Did you see the look on her face?”

Your comment spurred more laughter from Spencer, making him fall against you in response. You widely grinned and nudged his shoulder, feeling proud of getting him to laugh like that.

“This reminds me of the time when I first joined the team and you asked me to have dinner.” You recalled once your laughter had calmed down, still trying to catch your breath.

The moment felt like yesterday. It was strange to be reminded of the fact that it happened years ago. Spencer had caught your attention the instant you joined the team, which was surprising considering the fact he wasn’t a big talker. Well, he talked most out of everyone, but it always stayed on the case, rarely sharing something personal.

That’s why it surprised you that one day, on the jet after finishing a case, Spencer moved from the couch he usually found himself on to the empty chair opposite you. You remember finding it endearing how nervous he looked as he asked you to have dinner with him in a restaurant downtown.

You’d overheard the several times he asked other team members to join him in activities, whether it was a new food chain opening or a movie screening. You didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Besides that, you were curious to get to know the so-called genius Spencer Reid better. He amazed you again when the dinner turned out to be one of the times you’ve laughed hardest in your life. Since then, you knew Spencer would be at the top of your friend list.

“You seem to have a habit of spitting out your drink.” Spencer mused with a grin.

You returned his smile. “That’s because you seem to have a habit of trying to make me spit out my drink by acting like you’re in love with me.”

Due to your tipsy state, you didn’t notice the way Spencer broke eye contact, the way he nervously tapped his fingers against his pants, and how he seemed to look anywhere but at you.

If it wasn’t for the subtle shudder of your shoulder against his, he might’ve never gained the courage to look you in the face again.

“Are you cold?” He asked considerately, his eyes taking over your form.

You looked down at your outfit, reminded again that you were just wearing a sleeveless dress. “Kind of.”

Without saying another word, Spencer took off his corduroy jacket. He held it open by the sleeves, making it easy for you to slide your arms in. His hand grazed the back of your neck as he tugged the collar up, then pulled your hair out from underneath the material, letting your locks fall over the jacket.

You softly mumbled a thanks, and Spencer responded back with a sweet smile.

“It looks better on you anyway.”

You chuckled, “Such a sweet talker.”

“Just to you,” he replied, a little too fast for his liking as he saw your gaze drop to the ground.

What he wasn’t aware of was the rush of butterflies that soared through you at his words, ambushing you in a way so surprising it made you feel nauseous. Or maybe you were still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

It was ironic how naturally the compliments rolled off of his tongue, how effortlessly romantic gestures came to your friend — actions you longed for in your dates.

Spencer Reid was old-fashioned, a gentleman, sure, but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more than just kindness to his acts. If Derek and Penelope were right every time they gave teasing looks when Spencer brought you your favorite coffee, or when he’d made sure the seat next to you on the jet was always occupied by him.

“Are you okay? You seem quiet.” Spencer noted after the two of you had walked in silence for the last couple of minutes.

“Yeah,” you breathed out in a sigh. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

His question slipped in your ears just as easily as it went out, as your attention was taken by the neon gelato sign across the street. The brightly colored flavors stood on display, a harsh white light shining down on it, luring you like a moth to a flame.

“Gelato.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed, but before he could make sense of your answer, you took a leap, crossing the street as if invincible to any vehicle that was speeding on the road.

“What are you doing?!” Spencer yelped in panic, eyes flicking over the road before sprinting after you, ignoring the honking cars.

His warm hand caught yours, and in a hurry, he pulled you onto the sidewalk, spinning you around so that your back was pressed against the brick wall, Spencer hovering over you as he caught his breath.

He blinked at you in disbelief, jaw tense, and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“We’re all mad here,” you dramatically quote, pointing to yourself, “I’m mad,” and then placing your hand on his chest, “you’re mad.”

“Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland,” he mumbled.

You nodded your head, a wide grin displayed on your face.

“So… gelato?” you asked, wiggling your brows.

Spencer couldn’t help but laugh. “You just had ice cream.”

“Actually, I just had half an ice cream before they kicked us out. And it is not to be compared to gelato. You should know that.”

“Well, gelato does have a lower milk fat content. It usually varies between 4 to 9%, whereas ice cream has to have at least 10% of milk fat. The vast majority of brands have an even larger percentage, some even going up to 25%. Actually, now that you mention it, there are a lot more differences between American ice cream and gelato, for example, the use of eggs-”

You hummed in response as you took his hand in yours, letting him continue his ramblings as you guided him into the parlor.

-`♡´-

Your feet were dangling off the high chair you were sitting on as you licked the red plastic spoon clean that came with your dessert.

“I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me earlier. You really are my Valentines savior.”

Spencer smiled, pulling a lock of hair behind his ear. “I didn’t mind. You can always call me.”

“I know,” you replied just as honestly. “I wish it could be as easy as this with others. I wish I could just date you.”

A flush crept onto his neck, red skin showing on his chest where his top buttons were unbuttoned. “Why-” he hesitated before continuing, “Why can’t you?”

“Why can’t I what?” you asked back in oblivion, scooping another spoonful of gelato.

His fingers fidgeted with his spoon, his gaze nervously fixed on his empty cup as he spoke the next words: “Date me.”

Oh.

The longer you remained silent, the thicker the tension grew in the air. It wasn’t like you didn’t have any thoughts; hell, your mind was full of them. Your earlier theories flashed through your mind again, now getting the confirmation that all his attempts to be close to you meant more than solely friendship. How he had indeed tried telling you about his feelings all this time, and how you’d been blatantly oblivious. How you kept telling him about going on dates with other people while he was pining over you. There were too many thoughts to articulate, to even make sense of.

“Please say something,” his voice cracked in a soft beg, his eyes twinkling with hope, or maybe an emotion closer to desperation.

“I- I don’t know what to say.”

The spark in his eyes flickered out. Spencer mouthed okay while giving you an awkward, tight-lipped smile, his hands finding their way into the pockets of his pants.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he said to you, “Let me walk you home.”

-`♡´-

People always say fresh air is the answer to everything. Feeling sick as a dog? Go outside! Feeling depressed? Go outside! On the verge of a nervous breakdown? Go outside! Turns out whoever invented going on long walks had a point.

Your mind cleared with every step you took. Your initial anxieties around Spencer’s words fade around you in a blur. Slowly coming to peace with his feelings and your own.

Dating your best friend could work.

Spencer, on the opposite, felt more tense after each second that passed in silence. It wasn’t that he regretted being honest with you; the weight of his love for you was overwhelming. It was inevitable that there’d come a time where he’d spill his thoughts. However, he shouldn’t have done it like this, with you not even sober enough to understand the gravity of his words.

So, when you rounded the corner of the street and he spotted your house, which was all too familiar to him, he knew he had to retract his confession.

“I shouldn’t have said that earlier. I just… like you. A lot.” He rubbed his forearms, either in a nervous habit or because the cold was getting to him. “And I thought you felt the same, but I’m aware that it’s irrational because, well, you go on dates. And you go on dates with people you like and-“

“Spencer,” you interrupted, having to catch his eyes to get him to focus.

“I know it was inappropriate to confess that I’m in love with you when you’re not even sober. Alcohol interferes with the communication pathways of the brain, so this might be the worst moment possible to admit to something like this.”

“You’re in love with me?”

This caught Spencer’s attention. He focused on you with a puzzled look. “Well, technically I asked you why you wouldn’t want to date me, but I-”

The words died on his tongue the second your lips found his. It felt like you finally got the confirmation you’d always longed for. Someone that knew you inside out, who understood you, and who wasn’t afraid of showing you.

Spencer’s mind was spinning. His hands hovered awkwardly in the air before he settled them on your cheeks, holding you as if afraid you’d disappear.

It was only after a couple of seconds that his IQ regained from 60 to 187, using his hands to gently pull you back from his lips.

His lips remained slightly parted, pink and swollen from the kiss, and his eyes narrowed in overwhelming confusion. “What was that for?”

“That was to show you that I love you too.”

“You can’t just say something like that.”

“But I mean it, Spence,” you stated in confidence. “I was stupid for not seeing it before. For some reason, it felt like you and I were impossible. The thought never occurred to me that we could date. We’ve been friends for so long. But you’re the only one who actually cares, the only one who stays, and I see that now.”

His eyes watered at the creaking of your voice, but he blinked the upcoming tears away. He took a deep breath. Selfishly, he didn’t want to say the next words, satisfied living in the delusion that you loved him back, but he knew he had to stay objective.

“Alcohol consumption also heightens emotions.”

“I know what I’m feeling, Spencer,” you assured. “I’ve just… I’ve been afraid of you leaving me as well, of seeing me as not lovable enough, that I didn’t even consider it a possibility.”

You let out a small self-deprecating laugh, making his heart ache.

“Just give me another chance, please. I will not be so oblivious this time,” you spoke, the corner of your mouth slightly lifted.

His expression mirrored yours, and he gently grasped your hands, his thumbs running over them to bring you comfort. “Can you call me tomorrow?”

You looked up at him.

“If, uh, you still feel the same when you’re sober, we could talk about it.”

There was nothing you were more certain of at that moment. Still, you nodded.

-`♡´-

The buzzing of his phone on the nightstand was enough for Spencer to wake up with a pounding headache. His mind had worked overtime yesterday, rolling in bed in anxiety, waking up every fifteen minutes, and now he was experiencing the physical side effects of it.

“Hello?” he answered, pressing the device against his ear, too sleepy to have checked who called.

“Spencer?”

At the sound of your voice, he sat straight up in bed, his back leaning against the wooden headboard.

He cleared his throat. “H-hi, yes, it’s me.”

There was no pause on the other end of the line, your words determined. “I still love you.”

He leaned forward, pressing the phone closer to his ear, in an attempt to absorb your words.

“I’m really happy to hear that.” His fingertips skimmed along his jawline, in need of proof that he was awake, that this was actually happening. “I love you too. Still. Right now. Always, probably.”

You chuckled at his nervous rambling, hearing him breathlessly laugh in reply.

“Good. Because I don’t want to waste any more time second-guessing.”

“You shouldn’t worry. You won’t be able to get rid of me. I won’t leave you.”

He meant the words in a light, joking manner, but still your heart happily pounded at the sentence.

“Neither will I.”

[wihellib]

Reblogging this to add my kinda summarized opinions about Barbatos’ and Gamigin’s H scenes under the cut.

Barbatos

You nearly collapsed in the Hades palace, but Barbatos caught you, wearing an anxious expression you weren’t used to. He carries you into his rose garden, which is full of sunlight and vibrant colours unlike the rest of Hades. So, his kink is on full display here.

Barbatos sets you down in the middle of the garden and starts sniffing you all over, while waxing poetic about you. He waxes poetic about you the entire H scene. Lots of Sun and flower metaphors. Being showered with genuine compliments is very nice.

You are acting cold to him because of the whole poisoning situation. And I’m happy to see a bit of backbone from the MC that’s nonexistent when it comes to Leviathan. You question why he’s acting so into you when he tried to kill you and he implies that since he didn’t actually kill you it means he wasn’t trying to kill you (because you’d be dead if he truly tried).

Barbatos fingers you to climax, while encouraging you to cum as much as you want. He purposely removes his fingers so you squirt all over him and the grass. He thanks you for watering his garden.

He takes off his shirt (and we finally get to have an H scene where the guy has a shirtless sprite, since Barbatos already has a shirtless sprite for other reasons. It looks so much better, please give everyone a shirtless sprite for their H scenes, PB!)

Barbatos teases you for your cold words while at the same time looking at him with so much heat and compares you to Leviathan. He disrobes you and mouths at your chest, sucking and biting.

This is my favourite CG of all the H scenes. The proportions are good. The expressions are nice. The poses make sense. I think the roses in the background are pretty. I like the detail of the bite marks and other marks all over your upper body. Your hand griping his hair while one of his is suggestively at your crotch. Really, I just think it’s a very well done CG.

On a side note, I’m very surprised that they just had female MC’s nipple right out in the open in the CG. They usually try very hard to censor stuff like that and Barbatos could have easily just had one of his hands on top of it, but they didn’t do that. I just thought that was interesting.

You’re getting impatient with Barbatos’ teasing. He’s rubbing his tip at your entrance. He finally penetrates you when you say you forgive him. He jackhammers away at you and sucks at your chest. You release your grip on his hair and grab his horn. That gets him going even more. He uses flower and seed metaphors to imply he wants to impregnate you. Which was a very pleasant surprise for me.

You climax together, panting hard. You think about how you said you forgave him, but there still needs to be more of a discussion about it. Which is good, you’re showing some sensible post-nut clarity. After there’s good pillow talk. He starts smelling you again, but is upset that you don’t smell like the sun anymore. You laugh and reply that it makes sense since you smell like him now. Which makes him very happy. He praises and compliments you. It ends with him holding you while you sleep and reaffirming that he really wants to get you pregnant.

Very solid H scene, definitely in the top 3 for me.

Gamigin

Gamigin hugs you from behind to stop you from falling over. He can tell something’s missing from you and thinks you’re about to die. The Hades nobles start squabbling over who gets to help you, while the Tartaros nobles are off to the side already knowing it’s a lost cause.

Gamigin takes you to a shower room while they are distracted. He says it’s important for a patient to be clean, turning on the shower so the room fills with steam. Another H scene that has the guy’s kink front and centre.

You assume because of his innocent expressions and behaviour that Gamigin is not well versed in adult matters. But that is not true.

He drenches himself as he moves under the steam of water and he tells you to come to him. You’re completely overwhelmed by his presence, blocking out everything but him.

He recognizes your humanity and apologizes for being to eager with his ‘words’. The world comes back into focus for you. So, Gamigin seems to have some kind of mind control abilities.

Gamigin pulls us under the water with him, drenching us as well. He smoothly offers to help you out of your clothes so you don’t get sick. And you offer the same to him.

He pulls your shirt over your eyes so you can’t see and tells you to turn around. You bend over as he finishes taking off your and his clothes.

You realize he loves the sound of water hitting your naked body, so you turn the pressure up on the water.

The CG is okay. Lots of negative space. Just not as visually interesting as others.

He throws his head back in pleasure and you see his reverse scale on his neck. He muses that you caught him then penetrates you in a position lets him get deep.

He tells you about the open secret of him being a dragon, not a devil. You stutteringly tell him you’ll keep his secret, but Gamigin isn’t sure you will because you’re human. He covers your eyes again and says it would be better if you didn’t see it.

So, it turns out that canonically Gamigin has two dicks (Yes!!!) and he double penetrates you. I wish there was more prep and foreplay rather than him surprising you by just sticking it in.

He threatens you that if you don’t keep his secret then this is what’s going to happen from now on. You tell him you’ll keep his secret as long as he doesn’t stop right now.

Then, Gamigin wonders if he should cum inside you since he can get you pregnant unlike devils. And you enthusiastically want him to, pushing your butt back against him. Which is definitely not very smart since it would be a very bad idea to bring a baby into your current situation, but what do I know.

He, though, was ecstatic with your response and came inside you. He hugs you and looks contrite, wondering if you were scared. You ruffle his hair and tell him you’ll weren’t scared but you want him to trust you from now on. He smiles brightly.

Later on, he thinks happily about how you and him now share a secret.

I thought this H scene was fine but I was really hoping that Gamigin was going to be cutely submissive with you. Since he wasn’t, it was a bit of a let down for me. But I’m really glad it was confirmed he has two dicks. Overall, it’s middle of the pack in my personal ranking of H scenes.

Mammon was voted #1 in the Favourite H Scene poll here. Not really surprising. His H scene was quite good. Satan was 2nd and Foras was 3rd. I am surprised by Foras. I think there might be a bit of recency bias in this case.

Under the cut is my completely biased, quickly-written, kinda summarized opinions on each of the H scenes.

Satan

Satan staring at you without blinking while kissing and sleeping still throws me off.

I like that Satan reassures you that he’s doesn’t just like you because you’re the descendant of Solomon.

I don’t like hair pulling or strangulation, so not very fond of this scene, even though I like Satan a lot.

The CG is nice. I like how he’s grinning and the glow of his eyes.

Only features a little bit of spanking even though that’s his kink.

It’s mentioned that we’re feeling the pleasure that Satan’s feeling. This is done in several scenes. I’ve never liked it. It feels like a cop out.

The scene ends abruptly with you blacking out. I much prefer when there a bit of follow up/pillow talk afterwards.

Sitri

Sitri gives you tea to calm your nerves that makes your heart beat a lot faster and louder because of the caffeine… but I don’t think caffeine works to this extent, so creative liberty I guess.

His kink, hearing heartbeats, features prominently in this scene. Keeping his head near your chest, mouth on your chest, feeling your heartbeat through your intimate connection, and moving in time with your heartbeat.

You’re feeling turned on because he’s turned on, similar to Satan’s scene, still not a fan.

You feel more aroused as your heart beats faster and you think it might explode… I don’t see what’s arousing about that.

CG was good again. I liked that he’s showing a lot more emotion than his normal sprite usually does.

He calls you Solomon throughout, which is annoying, but does call you by your real name at the very end (the only time he’s done so).

Some pillow talk at the end which is nice.

Zagan

Zagan blushes and turns away when he sees your naked body, which is cute.

He’s quiet like usual, but does speak when you ask him why he wanted to help you, and says he wanted to do it with you and give you devils energy, while blushing. Very cute.

You get to take a bit more of a lead, be a bit more assertive, in this one, you’re not just manhandled around, which is refreshing.

I like that he seems to have a praise kink.

He tries to increase his muscle use, get a better workout, increase movement, which is his kink, which arouses him more, which arouses you. Fine whatever.

The CG is fine. Your foot looks wonky with its finger-like toes but Zagan looks good.

Some pillow talk again. Zagan has been mostly silent, but does say it was a good workout and he wants to do it again at the end.

Leraye

Leraye is completely overwhelmed by pleasure from hearing thunder, which is his kink. He basically tackles you onto the bed and glues himself on top of you.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time one of them play with your genitals during foreplay.

You are getting aroused from the thunder too, so we’re keeping the trend of whatever the guy likes you also like inexplicably.

MC comments he’s more like a growling wolf and not his golden retriever self.

I really like this CG. He’s completely on top of you, pressing you down on your stomach, while covering your eyes and biting your neck. His presence is overwhelming.

The thunder goes away and Leraye comes back to his senses. He’s so happy that it wasn’t a dream, smiling, lays down next to you, wishes you good dreams and kisses your forehead. I very much like this wind-down to the scene.

Paimon

We go to Paimon’s room instead of ours for this scene, which is a nice change of pace. His room is full of mirrors, which feature heavily in this scene. His kink, which is blood, isn’t included at all.

We’re also not naked right at the very start, which I much prefer. I like the undressing phase.

Paimon rubs your genitals and forces you to look at what he’s doing to you in the mirror, which he continues throughout the scene. I was surprised how dominant Paimon was in this scene, but I wasn’t against it.

Paimon says he loves pretty things and looking at pretty things from multiple angles. He says that you’re pretty and a devilish human.

He makes you brace your hands against a wall mirror and stuffs your shirt in your mouth.

The CG is good. For the first time we are shown a different angle than us on a bed. Paimon’s face seems a little off to me, but overall it’s good.

Paimon throws the mirror on the ground, so you’re forced to look at a different, more revealing angle.

Just a little bit of pillow talk. Paimon kisses us and tell us to come him when we want to play more.

Mammon

Back in Minhyeok’s room unfortunately. Mammon comes out swinging by immediately commenting on how skilled we look in accepting devil’s energy.

Mammon says that it was obvious since he first met you that he had to have you, but he also realized that he would just be one of many that would try that tactic. So, he decided to do something he’s never done before and let you have him. You will be his first master. He also reveals that he wasn’t as close to Solomon as the other Kings. You ask if he only likes you because you’re the descendant of Solomon and he replies that he just fell in love with you at first sight. This affection is clear throughout this scene, which increases its rank a lot for me.

Mammon’s kink is all about bottoms, and this scene reflects that. You’re both grabbing each other’s butts and getting more aroused.

Mammon picks you up and holds yours buttcheeks open while you wrap your arms around his neck. I like that Mammon is showing off his strength here.

I do wish that they had spent some time on Mammon using his fingers or tongue to prep you to take him. He is very large, evident by the fact that your first thought when he entered you was, ‘I am going to die’, so it would have been nice to see him care about making sure he doesn’t hurt you. He does hold himself still at first to let you adjust, but I still would have liked some prep beforehand.

The CG is good. No complaints.

Mammon flips you around, so you’re in a standing 69 position, showing off his strength again, and you give each other oral.

Longer pillow talk. He lays you on top of him, it was very nice.

Bimet

Bimet changes his tune about you real quick when Mammon declares you to be his master. He kneels before you and informs you that you became the being that arouses him the most with that declaration. He cannot covet Mammon, but now he can covet you, the only one who owns Mammon, and he is ecstatic about that. He wants to serve you. Bimet’s kink is wealthy people and you’re the wealthiest of all.

I do not like Bimet and I do not like his reasons for favouring you. It is shallow and fragile. He would be back to contempt for you the moment Mammon lost interest. I’m not a big fan of this H scene simply because I don’t like Bimet.

He licks your toes, which no thank you. He does oral on you and puts his conniving tongue to good use.

CG is good. I like how wet his mouth is because of you.

Some pillow talk. He gives you the first thing he truly owned himself, a coin from Solomon, and tells you to give it back to him if you choose him. I would have preferred if the first thing he owned wasn’t from Solomon.

Belial

You go to wrap your naked body in a blanket like you usually do, but Belial stops you and says you’ll end up taking it off anyways. The immediate assertiveness was surprising but interesting.

Because of his throat injury, Belial talks very little and Jjyu is not there to help him, so he communicates with you by writing on your naked body, which is his kink. It is a very good, intimate solution. He writes lots all over your body while fingering you.

You are against the wall, facing Belial, while he penetrates and writes adorations on you.

The CG shows that everything he’s written is glowing red on you. It’s a nice picture, but I could have done without him licking your armpit. I think I would have preferred a kiss in the lips instead.

Some pillow talk, you fall asleep with him inside of you.

Valefor

We have moved on from Minhyeok’s room, which is great. I felt it was much too restrictive, and caused repetitiveness.

Valefor reassures you and you tell him he is kind and reminds you of Mammon, which he approves of. When you see that he likes it, you lean more into the comparisons. Valefor is turned on by being compared to Mammon because he respects him greatly. You talk about Mammon a lot, but I wish it was a bit less, because this is supposed to be Valefor’s moment, not Mammon’s. His kink is supposed to be hearing explicit narratives, so I don’t think this really relates to it.

Valefor praises you for how well you know how to please a devil. And tells you to run away if you want to only know him as the kind relaxed Valefor.

Then we start going into exhibitionism territory, with him leading you to the closed door, where Bimet is just outside keeping watch. This is also not his kink.

Bimet leaves to check something, so Valefor increases the risk factor and opens the door while you’re both naked and penetrates you.

The CG is fine. The way you and he are positioned are a bit odd. It’s hard to tell whose body part is whose.

Valefor basically taunts you asking where Bimet is, then puts you in an even more embarrassing position.

Some pillow talk. He lifts you up, kisses your forehead, and you admire his chest.

Leviathan

Levi decides to give you devil energy even though he doesn’t like you. He hangs you and insults Minhyeok in an effort to make you mad so you hurt him, which will arouse him. So that’s what happens.

The CG is my least favourite of all of them. You start stomping on his lap and dick. Your toes are oddly long again and you have an oddly muscled thigh. Levi is not even naked. This is the only CG that doesn’t take place during some sort of penetration.

You straddle him and start strangling him and enough clothes have been taken off at this point that he penetrates you.

Then you kissed him for so long that you were both feeling oxygen deprived. He is in awe that you showed him there’s another way to suffocate. He thinks you’re talented. Only very little pillow talk.

I don’t like Levi. The way he acts and talks to you. I don’t like it at all. I also don’t like breath control, his kink, or anything to do with strangulation/choking, or beating people up. So this H scene was not for me at all.

Glasyalabolas

Glasy’s kink is necrophilia, and they include his kink in the H scene by making you as limp as a corpse after kissing him. Oh boy. I’m not fond of Glasy and I don’t like the idea of not being in control of yourself and unable to move at all. So this scene ranks very low for me.

He licks your toes, not a fan. He plays with your chest and nipples. He spreads you open and just stares, then performs oral on you, while keeping you spread open.

He makes your limp hand jerk him off, then uses your slack mouth. This is the second time you performed oral on a demon. This is what the CG shows, though I would have preferred if they picked something else.

Then he manhandles you into position to penetrate you. He cums inside you. Then he moves to your throat again and comes there too. This is the first time the guy has come twice in an H scene.

There is pillow talk. He wraps you in his cape, holds you and kisses you as the limpness wears off. He tells you he’ll fetch you when you die, but it’s good you’re alive now.

Foras

You realize you need devils energy, but none are around you right now, so you start masturbating. You hear the door open, but don’t see anyone. Foras is invisible, which plays into his kink.

He starts playing with your genitals while invisible. You realize who he is and call out to him, but he ignores you.

Finally he tells you to take off your clothes, pose embarrassingly, and just sit there in silence while he watches while still invisible. The dominance he’s displaying is unexpected, but fine.

Foras puts his dick near your mouth and you suck him off.

He penetrates you, again while all the while being invisible, so it looks like you’re being fucked by a ghost.

The CG could be better. His expression looks a little wonky and you’re clothed in it even though you’re supposed to be naked.

Foras informs you that he was there for every H scene. He really liked that you never noticed him.

He doesn’t let you see him afterwards, which I think he should have. He gets your permission to keep watching you having sex. Then he inexplicably cums on your face after you fall asleep. No thank you sir. And for some reason you don’t even comment on it after you wake up.

Overall

I liked Leraye, Mammon, Belial, Zagan, Paimon, and Valefor H Scenes the most.

[swetblom]

⟡ ◌ .ﾟㅤ‪ ∿ FOREVER DAYDREAMING OF . . 𑁯੭ BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER ˚ . 𔒌 ⊹ ۫

❜ ׄ 𓏲 au work content, female! readers race not specified, dark content ( none done to reader — ice truck killer actives ), some nsfw content.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who are wall-to-wall neighbors in their building. they’ve never spoken to one another longer than 5 minutes and only exchanged a couple sweet smiles when crossing paths going to their apartments. BRIAN MOSER who doesn’t let the sweet woman go unnoticed when she’s near. noting that she always gives him the most genuine farewells he’s heard from a stranger and how soft her features are before seemly forgetting about her after entering his apartment. while . . ANGEL! READER thinks “on my god, he’s a cutie” every time he sees him. adores how his hair and eyes are nearly the same deep brown and never misses an opportunity to send a short wave his way.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who only began to really speak to one another because brian continuously makes a lot of noise in his apartment interpreting her sleep most nights. and every time because she’s too sweet to be upset, she leads with a gentle “sorry to interrupt” and “know m’ bothering you again but . .” when asking him about turning it down a bit.

he fakes his sincerity and doesn’t bother to change his actions the first couple times she asked, keeping in mind she never really asks exactly what he’s doing unlike all the other neighbors who demand answers. until one night she comes to his door with sleepy features and a soft pout. “m’ sorry to bother you again but could you just stop for a little bit? so i can at least get into the first stage then you can continue, i swear.” he enjoys her. how she negotiates instead of out right demanding him. how she assumes the best of him, believes he’ll listen if she asks nicely enough. and for the first time, he actually quiets down.

when she comes to thank him the next morning with full eyes and asking his name he found himself giving her his real one, “brian but call me rudy” while holding out his hand. she squints at him unsure as she take his hand, “where did rudy come from?” unknown to her, he lies with a soft smile on his face, “nickname from when i was a kid.” but she believes it.

BRIAN MOSER & ANGEL! READER who’s relationship dynamic is the perfect twist of epic dreams and nightmares. the epic dreams being full of soft, deep kisses like her making him feel as though he doesn’t have to fake who he is, him giving her sweet presents with small, red, bows tied on each one or her actual gaining the nickname angel by him when he’s teasing her about something. his voice soft and low as he looks at her with dark, dreamy eyes, “come on, angel.”

while the nightmares run deep, they hold their relationship together the most because his urges prompt him to lie, he doesn’t tell her to hide them but to keep her exactly where he wants her: in his arms. when the moon is full, he brings women to his apartment and looks at them as though they’re his world until the door is shut and they have their guard down. if they get too loud when he’s strangling them he covers their mouths and whispers, “sh sh. don’t want to wake her”. keeping her in mind even in the midst of his ugres. if she comes over and hears or sees something he’s quick to make up an excuse that she’s quick to believe because he hasn’t made her believe other wise. “you promise?” he gives both her eyes the perfect amount of affection, shifting from one to the other as he swears, “promise, angel.”

jealous! brian

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[satoruswifeyyyy]

how to turn your boyfriend's tattoos into a masterpiece (ryomen sukuna x fem!reader)

masterlist

non curse au, sukuna and you have an established relationship, sukuna with tattoos, soft sukuna, sukuna with a family, choso and yuji call him 'uncle kuna', instagram au included.

itadori residence – dinner time

you weren’t sure what was more entertaining: the actual dinner or watching sukuna pretend he wasn’t secretly enjoying himself.

sitting at the dinner table, you glanced around. jin was at the head of the table, cool and collected, making sure things didn’t descend into absolute chaos.

yuji, being his usual sunshine self, was happily stuffing his face with food. choso, seated across from him, was delicately eating, looking every bit the sweet, older brother he was. you, of course, were seated next to sukuna, who was pretending to be absolutely miserable.

"uncle sukuna, can you pass the soy sauce?" yuji asked with a cheeky grin.

"get it yourself, brat," sukuna grumbled, arms crossed, clearly not in the mood to be helpful.

choso, ever the polite one, reached for the soy sauce. "here, yuji. don’t bother uncle sukuna too much."

you smirked, picking up the bottle before choso could. "here you go, yuji. unlike some people, i have basic human decency."

sukuna scoffed. "you’re acting like i even want to be here."

choso tilted his head, looking genuinely concerned. "but you didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to, uncle sukuna."

sukuna groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "that’s not the point, choso."

you nudged him with your elbow. "oh, please, you’re enjoying this, and you know it."

he clicked his tongue and looked away, but you saw the slight blush on his ears. victory.

dinner continued with plenty of sarcasm, teasing, and, of course, sukuna being a grumpy mess. but despite all his huffing and puffing, he didn’t get up and leave. instead, he stayed.

at one point, choso smiled softly at sukuna. "it’s nice that you’re here with us, uncle sukuna. yuji and i both like it when you’re around."

sukuna froze for a second before grumbling something unintelligible, his ears turning even redder. you couldn’t help but grin at how endearing the whole scene was.

and that was enough proof that he liked being around you all.

later that night – cuddling in bed

you had never, ever thought you’d see the day when ryomen sukuna—the infamous grump, menace, and self-proclaimed cuddle-hater—would be wrapped around you like a needy koala.

yet, here you were.

sukuna was shirtless, his tattooed arm thrown over your waist, keeping you locked in place. you had tried to wiggle out a few minutes ago to grab a glass of water, but he had growled in his sleep, pulling you closer.

for a guy who complained about affection, he sure needed it.

with a small smile, you blinked your sleepy eyes open, only to be met with—

a monster.

well, not an actual monster, but his damn tattoos.

cue immediate panic.

the half-asleep part of your brain didn’t register that it was just sukuna’s arm. no, your groggy self saw a monster.

in the darkness, his inked arm looked way more menacing than usual. your barely-awake brain registered this as "holy hell, i’m being attacked," and before logic could catch up, you let out the most ungodly scream known to mankind.

“ahhhhh!”

your scream shattered the peace, making sukuna jolt awake like he was under attack.

“what?! who? where?!”

he was already reaching for a weapon (that didn’t exist) while you were clutching your chest, trying not to die from embarrassment.

you were panting, clutching your chest, while he scanned the room for intruders. then his gaze snapped to you, eyes narrowing. “…why are you screaming?”

“…uh.” you flushed red, suddenly aware of what just happened. sukuna looked at you expectantly, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

when you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow. “what? spit it out, dumbass.”

you groaned, covering your face with both hands. “i—i saw your tattoo half-asleep and thought it was a monster.”

silence.

then.

he burst out laughing.

not just any laugh. a real, genuine, heart-melting laugh. one that made your brain short-circuit because holy hell—

ryomen sukuna actually had a beautiful laugh.

you just stared, completely hypnotized. his usual gruff, deep voice melted into something so warm, so sweet, so incredibly rare.

you didn’t even care about the embarrassment anymore.

you just… wanted to hear it again.

but then you remembered—he was laughing at you.

oh hell no. he does not get to laugh at you like this.

“oh, you think that’s funny?” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“hilarious,” he wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

“right. you’re so dead.”

he smirked. “oh yeah? what are you gonna do, dumbass?”

you smirked right back. “oh, you’ll see.”

thirty minutes later – operation: revenge

"this is the dumbest shit i’ve ever let you do," sukuna grumbled.

“hush, you love it,” you said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, gleefully painting over his tattoos with your makeup.

his once terrifying monster-like ink was now adorned with pink bows, glitter, tiny flowers, and even a ribbon or two.

“hold still,” you scolded, dabbing a final glittery touch on his forearm.

“if anyone ever sees this, i’m throwing you into the ocean,” he muttered.

you grinned. “you’re saying that, but you’re perfectly still.”

he clicked his tongue but didn’t move an inch. busted.

the next morning

you woke up early, stretching and rubbing your eyes before making your way to the kitchen. jin was already up, sipping coffee. yuji had his friends—megumi and nobara—over, and they sat around chatting. choso, ever the helpful one, was busy setting the table.

“morning,” you greeted, tying your hair up as you started helping yuji with breakfast.

a few minutes later, heavy footsteps sounded down the hall.

then—

sukuna strolled into the kitchen, shirtless.

and with his pink, girly, glittery, ribbon-covered tattoos on full display.

silence.

then—

absolute chaos.

megumi choked on his coffee. nobara? cackling. yuji stared for a solid three seconds before bursting into laughter so hard he almost fell off his chair.

choso blinked, tilting his head. “oh… uncle sukuna? you look...cute!"

“oh my god,” nobara screeched, whipping out her phone. click! “no way i’m letting this go.”

sukuna blinked, confused. “what?”

more laughter. yuji? dying. megumi? contemplating life. nobara? already uploading the picture.

jin just had a knowing smile on his face as he chuckled, shaking his head.

you? wheezing.

sukuna’s eyes narrowed. “what the hell is so funny?”

you gestured to his arm, barely breathing through your laughter. “your—your tattoos—”

he looked down.

froze.

realization. hit.

his entire face turned red.

“you,” he growled, turning to you, eyes blazing.

you, tears of laughter streaming down your face, held up your hands. “whoops?”

“you’re so dead.”

he lunged, but you dodged behind jin, who just sipped his coffee and sighed. “not in the kitchen, kids.”

meanwhile, nobara? still cackling.

“this is going viral,” she smirked, waving her phone.

choso, ever the innocent one, blinked and tilted his head. “uncle sukuna, you look nice with glitter.”

sukuna groaned, rubbing his face, still blushing. “i hate all of you.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “aww, don’t be mad.”

he grumbled, glaring at you. “this is all your fault.”

“but you love me,” you cooed, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

he sighed, pulling you closer. “…yeah, yeah.”

and despite all his threats and grumbling, you knew—he loved every second of it.

a few hours later, on instagram

slayorcrynobara [picture of the pinkish glitter clad tattoos on sukuna's arms]

slayorcrynobara: when you think @ryomensukuna cannot get any scarier but then he lets @_ynln pull this on him 💀💀 #ryomensukawai #pinktastic #pinkpower

[music: Tokyo- Leat'eq ♫]

♡ by _ynln, nanamikento, gojosatoru.thegoat and 8.6 others

@_ynln: i turned him into a strawberry shortcake, that's just how iconic i am 🔥

↳ @gojosatoru.thegoat: sukuna's honestly giving ✨ barbiecore✨ and i fear he is slaying better than me.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i always slay better than you.

@itsokkotsu4real: i don't know whether to laugh or cry but i am definitely scared 💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: cry. definitely cry.

↳ @_ynln: dw yuta, kuna is just mad because he looks delicious 😋

@kongshiu_here: this is the funniest thing i have seen all year. respect to y/n for pulling this off!!

↳ @bestfushigurodadtoji: ya ass is dead. ya said you didn't have network when i asked for hotspot, ya dumb fucker.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: not under MY POST-

@blackhairedsuguru: bro wtf happened to @ryomensukuna ? 💀💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: ask my girl, she’s the criminal here.

↳ @_ynln: criminally good at art, you mean?

@okkotsu4real: honestly it is sad that i missed out on it :/ wish i had been there... @megumifushiguro @itsdori_doesitbest @slayorceynobara @bigbrother.choco y'all are so lucky

↳@megumifushiguro: lucky??? these people were so loud that i got a headache

↳ @slayorcrynobara: haha jealous? 😇 kiss my ass

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: megumi is capping, he secretly loved it!!

↳ @bigbrotherchoco: it was fun!! i have never seen uncle sukuna so happy 🥰

↳ _@ynln: @okotsu4real haha i will do it again when you come back to japan :D

↳ @ryomensukuna: THERE'S NO NEXT TIME

@_ynln: MY LITTLE PONYYYYYYY 🎀 he is just a chill guy, i m a chill girl and WE ARE A CHILL COUPLE‼️

↳ @ryomensukuna: i am chill guy, you're a chill girl. let's have children.

↳ _ynln: OMG I THOUGHT YOU'D NEVER ASK

↳ itsdori_doesitbest: NOT HERE GUYS

@weaponqueen.maki: @_ynln, you’re an artist. nobara, you’re an icon. sukuna, you’re a clown.

↳ @_ynln: love you 💋

↳ @slayorcrynobara: my baby gets it. always has, always will. 💅

@megumifushiguro: sukuna in pink. i never thought i would live to see this day.

↳ @ryomensukuna: enjoy it while you can, brat.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: i will make sure no one forgets <3

@inumakiisbrainrot: I WANT TATOOS LIKE THAT, SO BONITA AND COQUETTE 🎀 slay @_ynln

↳ @_ynln: ily 💋

↳ @ryomensukuna: he is fucking minor.

@iblameino: didn’t think it was possible to make you less intimidating BAHAHAHA

↳ @ryomensukuna: say that again, brat, and see what happens.

↳ @iblameino: why do you always act like you're better than me??

↳ @ryomensukuna: cause i am.

@itsdori_doesitbest: BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

↳ @itsdori_doesitbbest: I COULDN'T FUCKING BREATHE, THANK YOU SO MUCH @_ynln I LOVE YOU 💗

↳ @_ynln: aww love you too baby

↳ @ryomensukuna: what the fuck is going on here?

@gojosatoru.thegoat: LMFAOOOOOO I CAN’T BREATHE. PINK SUKUNA IS THE NEW ICON.

↳ @ryomensukuna: get lost, you clown.

↳ @_y/nln: finally, someone appreciates my vision 😇

↳ @gojosatoru.thegoat: i never thought sukuna would embrace his pink phase.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i’m not “embracing” anything, idiot.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: sounds like denial to me.

@itsokkotsu4real: i don't know whether to laugh or cry but i am definitely scared 💀

↳ @ryomensukuna: cry. definitely cry.

↳ @_ynln: dw yuta, kuna is just mad because he looks delicious 😋

@gojosatoru.thegoat: OMG I NEED TO FRAME THIS. sukuna's just a big softie uwu. 🩷✨

↳ @_ynln: satoru, your energy is everything rn.

@inumakiisbrainrot: tuna mayo? 💖

↳ @_ynln: yes, inumaki, pink tuna mayo vibes 💕

↳ @ryomensukuna: what the hell are you two talking about?!

@bestfushigurodadtoji: ngl, this just made my week. sukuna, ever thought of a modeling career?

↳ @slayorcrynobara: you’ve got a point, old man.

↳ @bestfushigurodadtoji: this is cringe though🙄

↳ @pandastic_vibes: and yet you’re here for the tea.

@gojosatoru.thegoat: @blackhairedsuguru us when?? 😻😻

↳ @_ynln: LMAOOO IGNORED

@pandastic_vibes: honestly, sukuna’s giving off “pink panda energy,” and i’m here for it.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i’ll throw you off a cliff, panda.

↳ @weaponqueen.maki: sukuna vs panda is the fight we all deserve.

@bigbrother.choco: can we all appreciate how @_ynln 's art skills brought us closer as a family?

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: facts.

↳ @ryomensukuna: i want a new family.

@nanamikento: i’ve seen a lot of ridiculous things in my life, but this? this is the limit.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: i’ll take that as a compliment. 💅

↳ @nanamikento: it, indeed, was one.

@thisishirugama: this feels like a violation of several laws, both moral and legal. this feels illegal to witness.

↳ @_ynln: that’s just my power as an artist.

@ryomensukuna: i didn’t sign up for this chaos.

↳ @slayorcrynobara: you didn’t need to. nobara delivers chaos to everyone, free of charge.

@gojosatoru.thegoat: sukuna looks like the final boss of a build-a-bear workshop. 💀 who approved this man?

↳ @slayorcrynobara: nah, he looks like the villain in a kindergarten play. “beware the pink warrior!” 💀

↳@inumakiisbrainrot: 👏 kombu 👏 man 👏 strikes 👏 again.

↳ @_ynln: it’s okay, guys. he’s going through his “finding himself” era 💕

↳ @ryomensukuna: i am reporting everyone's account.

↳ @itsdori_doesitbest: okay, uncle, calm down 😭

@_ynln: kuna, i painted your tattoos pink, and you still look like a menace. congratulations, you’re officially impossible to fix 🙏🔥

↳ @ryomensukuna: impossible to fix? woman, i’m perfect already. but if you want to try “fixing” me in private, my door’s always open.

a/n: ugh i had to rewrite this entire thing because i fucking didn't save the first half im so dumb 😭 this is probably the longest post i have ever made but well there's a first time for everything. this took a lot of time to make ughhh i want sleep xoxo

[chnt-confessions]

I talk a lot of shit about Jedediah but it is actually so genuinely refreshing to see such a multifaceted science character that doesn’t fall into the same tired tropes as every other STEM character in media.

He is more than just science! His insecurities and shortcomings and emotions aren’t purely based in his scientific background!

Do you know how great it is (as an engineer) to get an engineering character that isn’t some machine that malfunctions in the form of an emotional outburst on occasion, but is a deeply emotional, caring being? Because, sure, Jedediah can be distant and private but he forms real connections; feels real grief; he fears harming those he loves and is haunted by those he’s lost.

He’s not just some burnout gifted kid like so many lazily written nerd characters are.

It’s so nice to see a nerd cry over more than feeling inadequate. I cry. I cry over the stupidest shit. I once burst out into tears at a music video that *I* put on to show someone.

All the chnt characters are actually so well written; thank the lord for Blue Mayfield!

‎

[arcane-ish]

I think the videos definition of what centrist means is way too broad, but I think the message of Arcane is centrist even from the normie definition of centrist (ie good people on both sides, even bad people have good aspects, even good people can go bad).

Arcane is absolutely a show by pretty mainstream people written for a very mainstream audience. Which is precisely why they probably think of themselves as pretty lefty, because they likely live and work in a very mainstream if not actively conservative context and within that context they would be considered as doing lefty things by having a lesbian sex scene, designing Vi for a lesbian gaze or insinuating that Jinx and Silco aren't all bad.

It's of course not up to snuff to a hard leftist audiences, but again, why would you ever think you were the target audience? All the election results show that these views are pretty niche and even within the context of target audiences: the first and foremost target audience of Arcane were male gamer League of Legends fans. And I don't think that the writers were trying to gussy up that audience, but I think that audience was still very much on their mind (it's there in a lot of Christian interviews in particular). "Will the League gamers be mad at us if we design Vi to be not male gaze sexy? Better sweeten the deal for them with cool fight scenes!"

I'm just still genuinely floored why some of those hard leftists fans would rally around Vi? The text of the show is aggressively soft on Piltover in season 1 and Vi is one of the major mouthpieces of it!

It's just so weird to me how in the leftist ideology Vander is the evil traitor pig for ... making a deal with enforcers so they hopefully mostly leave Zaun alone. And Vi meanwhile makes deals with enforcers to go hunt down a fellow Zaunite, killing fellow Zaunites for being guards in Silco's factory and getting slews of people arrested for having jobs in Silco's factories.

All while constantly saying things that sound like what her biggest problem is not that Piltover oppreses them but that there isn't more intervention from Piltover!

Caitlyn: "I suppose topside is to blame for all your misfortunes." Vi: "No. Not all of them."

Vi: "It's where the kind of people you topsiders don't want to think about, wind up."

Vi: "One dead kid? There's hundreds more where he came from, thanks to Silco, and thanks to people like you who stuck their heads in the dirt."

Like at least Vander still carried on Silco's ideology that Piltover and Zaun should be largely seperate.

Vi is constantly talking like the big problem is that Piltover doesn't think enough out Zaun doesn't look enough at the problems of Zaun. (and yes Caitlyn says the same thing "Even though we failed her in countless ways, she risked everything to show me what life is really like down there." and "It's a misunderstanding.", "This city needs healing.") Both Caitlyn and Vi are mouthpieces for "Piltover and Zaun just need to kiss and make up". Vi is a key voice of "Piltover's problem is that it's uninformed and inconsiderate, not that it's oppressive and exploitative".

I think the writers thought that it was just obvious that Piltover is nice/better... they just forgot to actually put that into the text for the most part. But in their heads I wouldn't rule out that it's a conflict between like hard left (Silco/Jinx) and normie left (Piltover) versus actual fascists (Noxus/Ambessa). Because they are normies they of course don't buy into the idea that the normie state of being is the same as fascism (but also forget that most normie left doesn't include bridge riot/massacres and that little accountability as the Arcane setting has, but that Piltover just isn't a democracy, it's a merchant oligarchy, which might be progressive within the setting where most places around are active monarchies, but it's still pretty unjust for most contemporary people).

I actually think that season 1 veers way closer to a soft leftie fairytale where "Piltover and Zaun needs to just make up" and Jinx is the misguided, indocrinated girl who needs to be brought back.

Despite its messy politics, season 2 is actually way more against that fluffy narrative in how it takes Jinx's side, puts Silco into the good AU and of course shows Caitlyn going dark.

I just think they thought of it as their appraoch to balance where they portrayed Piltover and Caitlyn as mostly good/wellmeaning while showing Zaun's dark side and now they show that Caitlyn/Piltover can also have "a weak moment" and go dark.

They don't see that as "Piltover was fascist in season 1 and in season 2 they double down", they probably genuinely thought Piltover was mostly fine and understanding in season 1.

And yes, they generally demphasized Jinx's violence in season 2 as they make her a hero, but again, yes they are centrists/normies, so that's what they do when they make somebody a hero. Because they are not leftist edgelords enough to lean into "yes she's a sadistic terrorist and we're gonna lean into that and celebrate that". Because again, mainstream people producing for a mainstream audience. It just isn't statistically feasible that you would have like hundreds of employees who have exactly that point of view being given 100 million dollars and not a single person in the process (we know that Arcane was extensively shown around within Riot for years) would have objections.

People really wanted to believe into a 10 year 100 million dollar secret sting operations by leftist to sneak in hard left talking points to troll both their financiers and the mainstream audience? That's just not statistically feasible and imo the worldbuilding in season 1 was way too Piltover friendly and generally not that interested enough in hard world building for me to buy it was written by people with a keen eye and hard opinion on the world.

Normies wanting just a little flavor of rebellious and revolution is fully in character. It's the people wearing the Che Guevara t-shirt because it looks cool and feel rebellious but don't know a lick about his politics or know any of his actions or would subscribe to all of the if they did.

I think Arcane still feels leftie but as a "conversation within the left" not as a heroic tale of the heroic hard leftists against the evil oppressors or a tale that takes the position that soft or normie leftists are exactly the same as actual oppressors and fascists. Which again not surprising since the people working for big gaming companies and mainstream tv are much more likely to be normie leftists.

But the idea that hard left and normie left have a discourse and hash out their differences is a fairly leftist audience topic. And yes since it's being written by people from the normie left it is more likely to be wistful or hopeful about reconciliation.

And again if you read it more as a mid lefty tale, season 2 in particular actually shows quite a bit of restraint. Because we don't get a clean happy ending where Vi&Cait make up with Jinx and live happily ever after and we can see Jinx be cool with Piltover and vice versa. Yes we get that moment where Jinx and Cait have a conversation but it's hardly happy preppy kiss and make up. Because we don't get to see Piltover and Zaun characters together in the AU and have that presented as the better world. We don't see Ekko singing Piltover's praises.

(heh, I remember our discussions specifically where based on the content of season 1 I was convinced that Arcane would stay on its full on normie course and you were the big believer that Arcane would pivot to Jinx as the main hero while I thought that Amanda wouldn't let them stray from Vi as the main; so I clocked Arcane as fully normie in season 1 and you had more faith. And since I went in with normie expectations, for me season 2 was a lot less normie than I expected. Like things I thought were at least feasible in season 2 that didn't happen:

Vi and Cait do heroic things for Piltover and Zaun as enforcers showing how good enforcers are

general gesturing at how Cait will reform the enforcers as sheriff

Ekko being pro-Piltie (more active team up or defending them)

Silco being painted more negatively (either the reason for the Betrayal being that he was too dangerous or more blame being thrown at him for the state of Jinx or the state of Zaun after his death)

It being portrayed as this grand tragedy from Vi's point of view that Jinx is unrecoverable Granted it can be seen as part of their pro-Piltover stance that they don't even the bare minimum of Piltover acting nice they can just stay in power without bothering to even try to be nice)

Again, I don't think that Arcane was every written as a political allegory. I think it was primarily written as letting characters bounce off each other in an interesting setting. And yes they wanted the characters be influenced and informed by the settings, but I don't think they ever thought hard about what the implications would be for the settings. I think they were mostly thinking about characters being put in interesting situations. Not tight world building or delivering a thought out political message. They have a message but it's a very generic emotional one (ie circles of violence bad, don't judge people, all kinds of people have good sides and bad sides).

I do still think a good chunk from the revolutionary flavor comes more from the art team than from the writing team. So the idea that it's more aesthetics than substance has some merit.

This is a really good video that also shaped my thoughts on season 1.

[qoldenskies]

Your point about Leo genuinely hating to see Donnie in pain.....it's why I fully believe that he did NOT in fact intend for Donnie to get seriously hurt during the Lair Games episode. Yes, the episode implies that he's messing around and being competitive and ultimately kind of letting Donnie win just so he can turn it into "yeah actually you get my rooming situation that's shitty now lmao get bent" (because it's such a sibling thing to pull, honestly), but I mean.....look at his face when he goes to Donnie immediately after the fridges fall on him.

That is a look of GENUINE concern. And mixed with the way he flinches back a little when Donnie yells at him and accuses him of intentionally doing it, and the way he's so indignant about it when he insists that he didn't do it on purpose--yeah, it fits with your interpretation about him lashing out when people are cruel to him, because you can easily see him being like "fuck you, how dare you accuse me of hurting my own twin who's practically like another half of my soul, get the fuck out of my face before I demolish you".

That's the look of a turtle who cares deeply about his brother no matter how much they pick at each other, okay, thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

YEAH FR leo's response to stress and conflict is to get defensive, and sometimes that means he's indignant and aggressive and sometimes that means he's brushing it off/riling other people on purpose. either way he doubles down, but i think its somewhat understandable that his overly-defensive responses to things like that whole Incident could be seen as him lying and trying to save face lmao, especially because he has literally expressed that everything he says "sounds sarcastic". sometimes he is genuinely just not lying. he just kind of sounds like that and he gets increasingly more frustrated when people accuse him of otherwise. be nice to him he's neuron divergent ..........

its why ive mentioned before that i think leo works way better for the "youre actually emotionless and dont really care about us" allegations because raph constantly assumes that he's lying or messing with them on purpose. i think they do take the facade at face value a lot of the time, and i think leo does find it upsetting by the way he reacts to that-- it OFFENDS him, actually. dont they know he actually cares??? he's just joking!! most of the time. but also with his aversion to vulnerability he doesn't really want to express that kind of thing.

and yeah i do believe he was not responsible in The Incident for lair games for the reasons stated,,, honestly i kind of interpret leo's original intentions being to stick RAPH with the room, and he had to turn around and correct himself when donnie started actually winning lolol. leo can play donnie like a fucking FIDDLE, people may think donnie's the first one to call out his bullshit but he is really not. its raph's job usually

[hrrtshape]

hi emma! i’ve noticed something with manifesting that seems to be a pattern but i don’t fully understand!

when i want something without obsessing over it, and instead just casually, offhandedly express my desire for it not even more than once or twice, it almost always happens. when i’m not even trying to “manifest” it, just when i’m stating it’s something i want.

ex: i wasn’t in the mood for spanish class last week and in the morning i casually stated that without thinking about whether it would happen or not, just like “oh, it would be nice if the teacher weren’t here today” and then she ended up not being here!

or i didn’t want to go to school yesterday, but my dad is very strict so i wasn’t expecting to get a break, but without me even asking him or bringing it up at all, he suggested i skip yesterday and i got to skip.

or i wanted to eat out, i had a strong craving, but my dad is again very strict about that, but yesterday while we were out he suggested i get a sandwich from my favorite place, which was exactly what i happened to be craving

things like this happen a lot, but when i’m genuinely trying to manifest something, like spending all day affirming for it, i find that it doesn’t happen as often. why is that? am i just not… nonchalant enough about the things i actually want? should i be less obsessive?

you’ve basically cracked the code without realising it !>!?!?!?!?!?!? you’re good at manifesting when you’re not trying to manifest. it’s the law of least resistance. when you casually state a desire, you’re not smothering it with desperation or control. you’re letting it breathe, and the universe (or your subconscious, or the sheer power of probability bending to your will) meets you halfway.

but when you’re sitting there affirming all day, you’re proving to yourself that you don’t have it yet. you’re gripping too tight. it’s like trying to catch a butterfly by squeezing your hands shut instead of just letting it land. the things you don’t fixate on come easily because you allow them to. no pressure, no resistance, just a fleeting thought that floats into reality without a fight.

so, yes. be less obsessive. want things the way you want a good song to play next on shuffle. casually, with trust, knowing it’ll show up. manifesting isn’t about force; it’s about inevitability.

[bugeyedfreaks]

Your personal ranking for all the villains’ lairs/houses/homes in the Powerpuff Girls series?

Okay, so, I was actually going to make this a whole huge post with tons of screenshots and everything… but I never had the time and I haven’t answered it in months. These are also sort of my rapid fire, super quick opinions that aren’t ultra in-depth deep dives (if anyone wanted me to do one of my deep dives on one of the villain’s lairs… send me an ask and I might, as long as I could just focus on one at a time)… so they’re a little bit joke-y. But I want to post this once and for all, so here you go!

Fuzzy Lumpkins

Total cottagecore vibes. I mean, a cute, cozy little shack in the woods? So quaint! So calming! It's okay, ignore all the gunshot noises. 6/10!

Him

I like his weird pink void better than his Dali-esque one from the later seasons. It feels a lot more mysterious and foreboding to me, I can't exactly explain why. 8/10 for the pink void, 5/10 for the Dali-esque place.

Boogie Man

I WANT TO PARTY IN HIS SEXY UNDERGROUND DISCO 10/10!!!!!

Femme Fatale

Just a sensible apartment. The art could be less, uh, on point? 3/10, kind of bland.

Mojo Jojo

He absolutely needs more furniture, but the way he decorates is impeccable. I love that clean, modern feel... very sleek and sophisticated. The actual observatory is probably labyrinthian with all sorts of weird rooms and stuff and the fact that it has all that space while also being on top of a volcano is kind of cool. 9/10!

Gangreen Gang

It's a dump but they keep it pretty clean! I would not want to live that close to garbage, though. The actual clubhouse gets a 8/10 (it's comfy in there, plus they have a kickass stereo system and can jam whenever they want!) but for the location, I give it a 3/10.

Princess Morbucks

Genuinely wanted her bedroom as a kid (I just like the idea of having a big comfy royal bed with that curtain above it, it's so fancyyyy), and I think it's so cool that she apparently has, like, all this other cool junk in her house. She's so snobby and would give me a 0/10 but I have to give her place at least a 9/10.

The Smiths

I'd hate my life too if I had Harold's house. 2/10, just a typical suburban home.

Lenny Baxter

You know this place smells musty and crusty and is covered with a thin coating of Cheeto dust. 0/10, burn it to the ground and keep his collection inside when you do.

Roach Coach

I'm saving the worst ones for last, apparently. 🤣 I'll give his apartment a 1/10 because I just think it's so bizarre that he even had an apartment to begin with. I get that we're supposed to think he's a human, but I wonder if it's like a Men In Black thing where he's a roach that just lives inside a robot body and needed the place for appearances. ...anyway, I give the actual apartment building a 5/10 because it actually didn't look bad. It’s actually pretty nice and clean. Why must Roach Coach keep his place in such squalor?!

Also, is he paying the rent for all of his roach friends, too? Wow. What a king.

Sedusa never really had a place to live and I refuse to count the dump because that's really the GGG's turf, so I'm giving Craig McCracken a 0/10 score for this. Shame!

Actually, since I'm such a sweet and kind and generous person, I will give him a 10/10 for just letting the Amoeba Boys kind of wander around without a real home either. They're too stupid to own real estate. Great commitment to character detail. 👍

If I forgot anyone else's lair let me know and I’ll add it!

[chimuelo2005-blog]

Mel Medarda Deserves More Love, and Here’s Why

So, I've talked about Jayce, Viktor AND I've talked about Mel's nature, but I'm gonna talk about her again because in this blog we love empowered women; especially if they are also part of a minority. I'll do this point by section cause I don't want to miss anything major.

Mel Medarda is currently one of the best characters in Arcane, and I will die on this hill. The way people reduce her to "the black girlfriend" is actually insulting because Mel is so much more than just Jayce’s love interest; and it's very easy to put her in that role when talking about Mel's relationship with Jayce and Viktor, but I refuse to let people think that way. She is brilliant, calculated, and deeply complex in a way that makes her one of the most compelling figures in the show.

Her Design Is Breathtaking

Let’s start with the obvious: Mel is gorgeous. she's mine back off. Arcane’s art direction was already next level, but Mel? Mel was crafted to look like a queen. The gold, the intricate patterns, the warm tones—it all screams power, but in a way that’s elegant and beautifully feminine rather than aggressive. She doesn’t need to be physically imposing because her presence alone commands attention. Every time she walks into a room, you know she’s the most important person there, and that’s before she even opens her mouth. Her entire aesthetic is soft but untouchable—she is always in control, even when she’s playing nice.

She’s Not Manipulative for Fun—She’s a Survivor

I've said this in a different post, but I'll say it again cause I'm tired of the slander of my girl.

People call her manipulative like it’s a bad thing, but let’s be real—Mel isn’t playing chess because she wants to. She’s playing because it’s the only way to survive. She was exiled from her own home for being too soft, too sentimental, for valuing strategy over brute force. The Mel we see in Piltover is someone who has adapted. She had to become the smartest person in the room because the moment she wasn’t, she was disposable. That’s not just ambition, that’s survival instinct.

And despite all of that, despite the walls she builds, despite how careful and measured she is—Mel still cares. And that’s what makes her so fascinating. She genuinely wants Piltover to thrive. She believes in progress, in shaping the world into something better. She’s not some cold-hearted puppet master pulling strings for the sake of power—she’s someone who knows how dangerous power can be when left unchecked and is doing everything she can to make sure it’s in the hands of someone who won’t waste it.

Her Relationship with Her Mother Is One of the Most Tragic Parts of the Show.

Mel and Ambessa’s dynamic is brutal. Ambessa is not just a powerful general; she’s the embodiment of everything Noxus stands for—strength, domination, victory at any cost. And Mel? Mel was too soft for that world. Not because she was weak, but because she valued strategy over brute force. She understood that power wasn’t just about conquest—it was about control, influence, the long game. And for that, Ambessa exiled her own daughter. Let that sink in. Mel wasn’t cast out by enemies —she was cast out by her own mother for not being Noxian enough.

And yet, when Ambessa walks back into her life, Mel finds herself back in that role of the disappointing daughter—trying to prove herself, trying to stand her ground, but also clearly still carrying that childhood wound of never being enough for the person who was supposed to protect her. You can see how much she resents her mother but also how much she still wants to prove herself, how much she loves her. That's her mommy after all. It’s heartbreaking. The fact that she had to fight her, kill her, hold her as she took her last breath just proved how much Mel wanted Ambessa to love her in a softer way.

Her Brother’s Death Was a Turning Point for Her

I'm very pissed at the writers for not giving us more about kino's death and relationship with his family.

We don’t get much about him, but what we do know is devastating. He was killed because he wasn’t strong enough, and Ambessa used his death as a lesson to Mel. Like, imagine the trauma of that. Imagine losing your sibling and instead of comfort, you get told this is why you have to be stronger. That kind of loss doesn’t just hurt—it defines you in some way. It’s why Mel is so careful, so precise. She doesn’t make reckless moves. She doesn’t show weakness. She can’t. Because she knows what happens when you do.

And Mel didn't just lose her brother, she lost the one person who could've understood her. The man who she shared a mother with. Someone who knew how she felt because he lived it too. Once Kino was gone Mel had no one who actually understood her in that sense.

Elora Is More Important to Her Than People Realize

Elora isn’t just Mel’s assistant—she’s probably the closest thing Mel has to a real ally. Elora sees everything Mel goes through, from the political games to the personal struggles, and she stays by her side anyway. That’s not just loyalty; that’s trust. And the thing is, Mel trust her back. You can see it in the way she spoke to Elora compared to how she speaks to everyone else—there’s a quiet understanding between them, an ease that Mel doesn’t have with anyone else in Piltover. Elora might not be in the spotlight, but she was so important to Mel’s story, because she’s proof that even in a world where everyone is playing their own game, Mel wasn't completely alone.

Her death ended up breaking Mel. Elora was Mel's, the same way Viktor was Jayce's. The main difference is that Elora worked for her, and like someone said in my reposts on another post, that has to fuck you up some way.

She’s More Than Just Jayce’s Love Interest.

I can say it louder, but not clearer. Yes, I ship JayVik, and yes, Mel and Jayce’s relationship was not meant to last from the start, but that doesn’t mean she was just a stepping stone. She wasn’t some shallow romantic obstacle—she's her own person with her own goals, and she shaped the world in ways that go far beyond her romance with Jayce. If anything, Jayce was a stepping stone for her, not the other way around. She didn’t fall for him because he was pretty and charming (even though he is pretty and charming); she saw potential in him. She saw a man who could change the world, and she made sure he did.

And that’s what makes her incredible. She’s not just a survivor—she’s a visionary, one who refused to let Noxus define her and carved out her own kind of power instead. She played Piltover’s game and won. And honestly? That makes her one of the strongest characters in Arcane.

Mel Medarda in season 2 is everything. If you don’t love her, I don't trust you.

[whoreiorcats]

Really struggling to express my thoughts about dehumanization in severance that isn’t just like wowww being treated like shit makes you mean. Because who cares. It’s also just not strictly true.

But like. Helena being used as a tool to her father/Lumon’s ends and in turn treating the innies like dolls she can play with until she’s confronted with the sheer reality of the situation (they can kill her). Calling them “fucking animals” as if her destiny is not to be a broodmare for the next Eagan, CEO or not.

Dylan being discriminated against for being severed, told he’s not a person but two people (half a person?) and the next thing we get is him being unnecessarily mean to his wife (“stop being nice” I feel like no one talks about this moment)

Mark’s love for/attraction to Helly being manipulated and used against him in genuinely the worst way possible and his response can only be to minimize any love he’s ever felt.

Irving’s not really dead because his outie’s still around (aka Irving B was not the real person, his outie was), so whatever, get back to work Dylan.

I couldn’t or didn’t tell the difference between you and your outie so ig I don’t know you, Helly, and you’re just like her! You know, that woman who drove you to actual suicide?

Milchick seemingly having to go through some kind of grueling penance (break room adjacent?) for his attempts to humanize the innies, treat them more kindly. (On top of the whole black face kier situation)

Obviously he takes it out on Mark, but he doesn’t just cooly tell Mark off or even physically reprimand him; he shames him and gets in his space in an obvious attempt to recall what happened to him. To dig a finger into an open wound.

UGH idk. Is this anything?

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Oh yeah. I kind of have lost count? There was two times and then there was this dreamscape nightmare the Sheriff put us all through. In that I died over a hundred different times or so. It was a lot. See, I remember mine. The first time I died, my body rejected the shift into vampirism. That was probably the worst of them. It felt like my body was being torn apart from the inside out. Almost like my blood was burning just beneath my skin," She let out a little shiver at the thought. "They didn't?" She blinked over at him when he said they should have told everyone in advance. "Dilan was in charge of invitations and this whole thing. It was a surprise to me as well, if that helps, though I'm sorry. Do, I look like a goth? My signature color is pink for crying out loud," She scoffed, mildly offended that he'd even assume that. "Okay, Italy, I can get behind. But, cars are not my thing."

"Was it?" She scooted a little closer to him as she propped her head up into the palm of her hands. "Mine was sad too. I mean I looked fabulous on my facebook, but the comments there when they didn't find me after a few years were... fairly depressing. It's weird, isn't it? Finding out who actually liked you and who was just using you after you died? It sort of puts things into perspective. I... I don't know? I didn't even think about a funeral until it was brought up, but it is sort of sad I was just buried there without anyone knowing, you know? Sure," She let out a small laugh. Her eyes crinkling as she gave him a small nod when he asked if he could talk shit about them. "Maybe? I know she did. She didn't volunteer me though, which was nice, given that she did nominate Rio, our other friend. Am I? You might be one of the few who genuinely think that and, you say that, but majority of people in my life seem to only want me around because what I can offer them or forget about me for their own problems. I'm pretty sure Ben is the only person I have who I know for certain would never leave, forget the day I was born, and genuinely likes me for me. There a few others who might be like that too, but I'm sort of afraid to financially cut them off to find out for sure..."

"Chet sounds like the worst," She flashed him a small smile back, happy to jump on the bandwagon of not liking who he liked too given that he was quick to offer as well. "Thank you and no. Not yet. But, what are birthday smacks?" She let out another little laugh at the thought.

Todd's brow shot up, and his mouth fell open. "Multiple times? I only died once, and hell, even I thought that was a lot. I mean, I don't really remember it. I think it happened pretty quick, but I was sorta disappointed after the fact. But I think ghost time is different too. Minutes and years all kind of just...blend together and shit. Maybe 'cause I was stuck on one thing." He rambled on a bit before catching himself. "That's fucked up. They shoulda told everyone in advance. I mean, no offense, if you're, like...goth or whatever. I mean, for real, for real, you should do you. But themes should be things like...like...casino night. Or Italy. Or...or...NASCAR maybe." All of these certainly sounded less depressing than this. "Oh. I think I had a funeral. I read my obituary at the library, and it was real sad, and they used this grody-ass high school picture of me lookin' like a goddamn pizza face. Do you...do you want a tombstone? We could get you one. I don't know where a person buys tombstones, but there's gotta be, like, a tombstone store, right? I'm real sorry your ex did that. Can I talk shit about them?" He wrinkled up his nose. "Listen, I think Dilan mighta tried to stab someone anyway. She can be kinda mean. If that's, like, your best friend, I don't wanna put her down. Really. Honest. But she tried to throw everyone into the torture chambers, and I never really got over that. You're super cool, though. You could have a lot of best friends if you wanted."

He sighed, giving an appreciative nod. "I mean, now that I know it's a party, I totes gotta go be the life of it. Even if it is a dead party, I guess. Like a dead man's party! I don't know what that is, but we did that for Halloween year back at the frat house. And, like...like, there were a lot of people I didn't know there. Fucked up. Chet was supposed to be watching the door." Todd nodded, flashing a smile. "Of course I would. We're the same, you and me. Not a lotta people know what we go through, and besides that, you're pretty schweet in general. Like, you're smart and pretty and chair-is-matic. But I mean, yeah, I rock. I shoulda been Sigma president, but I got outnumbered. Bogus, right? Rigged. In any case, Happy Birthday. Did you have your birthday shots yet? Stay away from Dilan. She'll try to give ya birthday smacks."

[misfithive]

Marcus and Nice Guy Syndrome ™️

I think what bothers me most about marcus is that he is the kind of “nice guy” that claims they are a “nice guy”. But really they are only “nice” if you are showing interest in them and then the second you aren’t they turn into the most spiteful cruel person. The kind of “nice guy” who thinks that because they are “nice” you owe them some kind of attention or affection or a relationship. Like thank u for being nice, thats the bare minimum. There is more to wanting to be with someone than that. And then when u dont wanna be with them its like “see this is why you get treated like shit. U choose horrible guys who treat u bad when i’m right here and u dont appreciate me”. Hmm suddenly u aren’t sounding so nice anymore.

It’s interesting bc a lot if women experience this and i always kind of thought it was some level of misogyny or something? Idk. But to see the same thing play out in Marcus and Simon’s dynamic was just so familiar to me. And it actually kind of bothers me that when the cast talks about it (besides Omar) they are like oh Marcus is so nice whats not to love about Marcus. And its like kind of meta or something that they are even replicating this expectation in a way. That bc someone is seemingly nice (even tho we saw how thinly veiled that niceness was) u should love them. Like all Marcus had going for him was being supposedly “nice” compared with Simon who Wille have a deep bond, trust, intimacy, +compassion for one another. Being simply “nice” does not compete.

[keferon]

OKAY OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS GREAT I HAVE ONLY READ THREE AND A HALF CHAPTERS AND IM ALREADY IN LOVE

I originally wanted to make both of these pieces in color but I’m gonna be honest I have no fucking idea how to draw Ricochet…he is described as black and red and…mmhhmmm does he have canonical (canonical for this fic I mean) design? Do I need to design him myself? Idk I’ll figure this out later

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

I hate it when people don’t take aromanticism seriously. I hate it when they say “oh it’s just a phase I also thought I was aromantic but then I got a partner.” It doesn’t apply to everyone.

Respect aromanticism as you would respect any other identity