#might just have to go in person and say hey do you have this or not but id rather lay down in the middle of an intersection

[plaguespacebird]

☁︎ Working with your co-star Jenna leads to the most beautiful night of your life...

(smutish)

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As exciting as filming had been, you couldn't deny how happy you were to finally reach the last couple months. Everything about the production was incredible, especially the part were you work with your celebrity crush. Jenna was every bit the radiant person you had fallen for. Part of you had hoped you'd get over it upon meeting her but it was the exact opposite. You couldn't get enough of her.

For better or for worse, you two had ended up in similar leading roles and this film sparked a lot of buzz. Magazines propping up fake rivalries and twitter in its overzealous nature, had flown with the accusations with every possible take until it had made it's way back home. Now you two were instructed to play good friends and stick close to each other.

Pretending like you weren't the least bit concern over the direction this had taken should've won you an Oscar. You went straight back to your trailer that day and beamed like flower seeing the sun after a long, treacherous night. Actually, that was the perfect analogy; Jenna is the sun and you are a flower who desperately needs her far more than what she'll ever know.

You walked the halls of the studio, filming had just finished for you today and your co-star, Evelyn, had kept you company.

"So then, I freaked out, that roach was so huge- I like- ugh," Her face contoured with a series of disgusted and exasperated faces, as her hands flew in pointless directions. You laugh at her plight, bringing a hand on her shoulder, you stop.

"Seriously! It was so embarrassing, I totally thought I bombed the audition. Hey! Stop laughing!"

Evelyn pokes your side, sparking a jolt down your body. You pause, hands instinctively in defense mode. "Okay, okay, my bad!"

She eyes you playfully, having caught on to your little secret but before she can continue, a voice snaps both your attention's away.

"Hey,"

The angelic calling of your very sun reaches your ears, you feel your heart pick up in natural response. If you really were a flower, you imagine this is where you'd start photosynthesizing, greedily soaking up every sun beam you possibly could.

"Hey, what's up?"

A knowing smile graces Evelyn's face, the change in your voice was so obvious to her. She briefly wonders if you knew your inflection was so telling when Jenna was around.

"Oh, I forgot I left my lip gloss back there. See you tonight!"

And like that, Evelyn leaves. You would've pondered about her seemingly clear lie but when Jenna was around, all gears shifted to her. She had her regular clothes on, a blue long sleeve with ribbed details and a pair of jeans. She looked so lovely, so perfect, and her hair was so-

Jenna's eyes follow Evelyn's retreating form, before looking back at you. "Are you two dating?"

Like a splash of cold water after waking up, your sun halts all thoughts. You blink, rising your eyebrows, "No, we really are just friends."

However small of a question that might have been for her, she unknowingly just lit the entire house of your delusions on fire.

'Why do you care? Are you interested? I am. I swear I'm available. Why did I answer like that? Did I give myself away? Should've just said I like you at that point.'

There it was, like a dash in a racing game, your heart catapulted threatening to leave your body entirely.

She hums, eyeing you down like she could see if you were lying. Maybe she could see all the inappropriate thoughts you had about her or all the daydreams of holding her as a lover would. She might even stumble upon the library of paintings and poems you had made for her. Or maybe she caught on to the idiot mess she could make you. Either way, you hoped you didn't look anywhere near as panicked as you were. Crap, did you wait to long to say something?

She shrugs, "I'm just making sure you don't forget to arrive at 7 and not 8. They want cast photos before actually going to the invite."

You nod. Of course you knew, it was stressed out all week. And even though it had been 8 months since filming and being around Jenna, you still planned at least three outfits before picking one. You were not above changing or overthinking clothes in hopes she would like you. Was that bad?

"Right, of course 7pm it is. You bringing someone?"

You froze. Where did that confidence come from? The thumping in your chest now being the only thing you could feel, hear, and swore you could see.

She smiles, raising an eyebrow.

Where you seeing things? Granted, your vision was clouded in the softest shade of pink that perfectly highlighted every feature of her existence but...

"Maybe, I don't know yet. You?"

You shake your head, returning her smile, still trying to compose yourself.

She hums again, you love her sounds, her words, her face, everything actually.

"We'll have to do interviews right after the photo-shoot. So, don't bring someone clingy."

You hadn't realized you weren't blinking, until you followed her out of sight. She had left as if you weren't beaming at the thought of having scheduling time together; now and for the entire press run. As if she hadn't just added a mountain of delusions to get you by, she walked away.

You sighed. Bringing your hands to your face, biting your check to hide your overwhelming joy.

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After what felt like hours and yet also minutes, you finally reach the illusive event at, "...6:50 exact."

Ten minutes so that you wouldn't try to escape the choices you made tonight. The choices being the provocative dress you had gone back and forth between choosing for the evening. Your stylist had rolled her eyes, watching you pace around the room in a bathrobe asking pointless questions, 'Does it suit me? What if they think I'm trying too hard? Should I go for the other? But I love the color on this one...'

Whatever. What's done is done. Now you just need to act like you have all your puzzle pieces together and perform. You step into the studio, recognizing dolled up co-stars and trying not look too obvious in your search for a certain someone. You feel a tap on your shoulder, your swivel on your heels instantly.

"You look so hot," Not-Jenna dampens your hopes. You smile regardless, "Thank you, Evelyn! You look really great too!"

She made debuting from model to actress look easy. Tall, slender, kind and of course attractive. Nothing on Jenna though. Respectfully. Speaking of, where was she?

A small commotion turns your attention around, a gathering of people had crowded around the jewel of your life- Jenna Ortega. She looked radiant, glowing, anyone around her could see the appeal. Her smile was effortless, the lights bounced around her in such a fascinating way, you were drawn to her. Plant to sun. Moth to light. Stars to sky. Moon to night. She only consumed your entire world.

Your heart stops when her eyes meet yours across the room. Breathtaking. A small look of realization glosses her eyes before looking away.

You tilt your head, mesmerized.

A pinch rips through your body as you look for the source. A sour look morphs your features as Evelyn shakes her head. "Talk to her instead of staring. She probably has enough of that."

She was right. You didn't want to be another groupie to her, you wanted her to see you. You'd never know if you didn't put yourself in her radar...

She was a vice you had to break through, rip her away or completely indulge in. A flower with too much exposure can overwhelm it and kill it. Maybe you were an idiot. 'At least I'd die a happy one.'

You walk over, the slit in your dress exposing lace clad leg with every movement. Eyes danced to see you, acknowledging, scrutinizing, admiring, maybe all at once. People move slightly, inviting you to bask in the sun rays you crave the most. You look at her for seconds too long, your sure they notice but the fact is irrelevant. Her warmth soothes you, you start,

"Hi, everyone! Love seeing you all dressed up!"

They laugh, the conversation flows and questions get asked about something or another but every time it reaches her you selfishly take her in. Your eyes linger on her features, you take your time memorizing her like a poet falling in love with life. Like every detail had to be in-scripted on your skin in order to go on. You wonder if you were being clear enough.

Jenna had noticed. She was sure everyone did. Looks that invited hidden conversations were not hard to miss, it only takes one sultry up'n'down look to ask. No, she didn't imagine it, not when you looked so fixated on her, like she was the pinnacle of art and had spoken words of epiphanies to you. She's thankful for her foundation, your attention had surprisingly sparked a girlish reaction from her.

Even as the phootshoot starts and a team works quickly to poise and correct, her thoughts keep coming back to you. At some point you're posed together, the two leads of the film, close enough she can smell your perfume and let herself relax.

It doesn't help that the photographers are intentionally making you lessen your personal space. Hands on each others shoulders, waist, leaning on one another...

"Come on Jenna, I won't fall if you lean all the way."

She laughs, trying to keep her nerves from seeping out of her voice. She's done this millions of times before, but her heart races when you touch her so casually. When you're laughing and being so carefree like you weren't practically eye fucking her earlier.

"Okay, I'll hold you to that!"

So she does. Leans her head onto the valley of your shoulder, your perfume is stronger here. Her hands reach to hold your biceps, toned. She thinks, as though she hadn't ever indulged in looking at your bare arms during scenes. The cut of you dress allows the softness of your mounds to peek through, she tries not to think of how close her face is.

"See," you whisper above her head, "Wasn't so bad, right?"

She hums, suppressing the shiver your voice caused. You were warm. Truthfully her intentions were only to flirt with you tonight, maybe keep you around for intsa pictures, but your lingering gaze had invited a different attention. How far would she go tonight?

There was only so much she had gathered from you after working together and it wasn't enough to quell her thoughts. Thoughts she shouldn't be having about a co-star but she was too lonely at night to stop her from thinking of you. But if your attention made her feel nice, surely there were others?

Jenna walks as she talks to you, voice loud enough to understand even in the whirlwind of spotlights and cameras. The fluttering of your heartbeat was still there but it went down easier and lighter like butterflies. Basking in your efforts, combined with the glamour, and Jenna's constant presence made you secure. This was your element, you were made to be seen.

"Please, tell us what it meant working with each other in this film?"

Jenna's hand lands on your arm, signaling her lead, "I had an incredible time learning from her," she gives out an airy laugh. Her perfume had circled you, her warmth soothing and her voice angelic. Still, you continued to entertain, "That's too kind, Jenna has so much skill and precision. It was a a wonderful time..."

You look at Jenna, her make up was so nicely made around her eyes it completely locked you in. A siren's eyes. Dangerously beautiful with all the potential to suck you in if you weren't careful. "Aww," Jenna leans in, her hand encircling your arm, "She's so sweet."

The interviews come and go, Jenna- wonderfully, does not leave your side. You were certain her perfume was more prevalent on you than your own. Even when you step away slightly, entertaining guests and other members of your project, Jenna's presence lingers. Her hands find placement on you until you take the initiative and link arms.

"You smell nice."

Jenna doesn't glance your way but continues walking with you towards the showing room, the last leg of the night had approached. The room inside bumbling with more people to greet and take pictures with. She stops walking, a few feet away from the entrance, your arms still linked. She turns her head slightly, finally looking at you, "You like it?"

You nod, "It suits you," You had allowed your eyes to generously take her features in at every opportunity, now she levels with you, "What else?"

You swallow, smiling a teasing and telling smile. You look away from her, eyeing the show room on your right. You look at the floor, "Your platform heels are amazing," She watches your eyes trail over her exposed leg, her breath hitches.

"I like the slit on your dress, we kinda match.."

Her arm was still loosely linked to yours, allowing you to see her more of her. "Kinda,"

Longing eyes trace her hips and climb upwards, continuing, "The bodice of your dress hugs you nicely and your neckline," Jenna's tongue lingers over her teeth, hanging to every word.

"... is so delicate," Your eyes fixed on each other with a silent ripple finally overflowing your yearn.

She's silent as she pulls you in, guiding you away from the loud noise, you let her. Looking around, you're glad the few people left are too busy to notice the leading stars walking away. The frame of your night was changing, Jenna leading you to a much more secluded area, the first you've seen all night. The safety of the moonlit corner allowing for a private moment that felt intimate and not the least bit casual. You had seen a catalogue of emotions grace her features since working together but this one was different. You'd guess you probably looked at her similarity earlier and nothing could've prepared you for such a turn out.

The glamour of the night is still there, or rather here, slowly backing onto the wall. With Jenna looking as attractive as she's always been, the moonlight favoring her in similar awe. A sultry smile graces her painted lips, eyes still locked on yours, tauntingly raising a finger, gesturing you forward.

Her gesture falls straight down to your core, calling you to her circle. You walk forward, watching her sensual smile and inviting eyes. Once your close enough, Jenna traces the fabric of your dress, the shape of your figure, her eyes sink everything in, "You haven't been subtle all night, miss co star."

She looks at you, hand resting just below your breast. You smile, humming before giving her an answer, "I'm glad you had time to notice, very observant."

You bring your arms forward, pushing your hair back and exposing more skin to her wandering eyes. The actions emboldens her as she gently traces your collarbones, down to the plunging neckline on your chest. You let her do as she pleases, waiting with bated breath. "Who didn't?"

Her arms encircle your neck, flushing your bodies together, she wastes no time before pressing her lips on yours. You do everything in you not straight-up moan, and quickly reciprocate her embrace. The kiss is hot, messy and she is promptly letting you know how worked up she was. For all her unbothered glaces and causal touches, she was a lot more eager than what she had let on. Her tongue pokes through and explores your mouth, unable to hold off any more, you moan. Squeezing her waist and kissing her deeper. She pulls back just as quickly as she had initiated the kiss, letting you chase her slightly before pulling back.

"Not bad," seductive wisps reach your ears, "You're kinda needy though..."

She gives a breathy giggle, teasing. You feign an offended gasp, low whispers even with no one around earshot.

"Remind me again how we got here?"

Her gaze was making your knees weak, though, she didn't need to know that. Needy was only the surface.

"Someone had been eye-fucking me all night,"

A small, pleased, sigh escapes your lips, her beautiful eyes making your whole world, "I sure was..."

Just as you leaned down to kiss her once more, her hand halts you. Her eyes suddenly holding a grain of seriousness, "You're not using me to cheat, right?"

Jenna seems to carry enough water and not just sun ray's to keep you well nourished. "No," you laugh, abrupt and empty. Shaking your head in confusion, "Why do you insist on such?"

She stares at you, eyes darting, looking for her own answers but all she receives is your genuine look of amusement.

"You look like you have lovers..."

You eyes widen. Your mouth falls open. Shaking your head at her apologetic look, she chuckles, bringing you closer once more. "I can't believe you think I get around like that!"

Light, airy, and still shocked at her reveal your hold on her waist moves her closer. You press her to you, gently moving her hair from her neck before murmuring in her ear,

"We can be lovers tonight, if you'd like."

Jenna drops her head on your shoulder, hiding her smile. A part of you still has time to hope she likes your perfume, your dress, your figure, heck- even your voice. You wait for rejection but she keeps her arms around you instead. Your world stills, waiting for her. Waiting for anything she'll give you.

Finally, after long thought, Jenna looks at you, taking in your pretty eyes, "Let's fuck like lovers."

An airless gasp leaves you, a brew of desire lightens what had been steeping all night and the drive to the hotel room wasn't far.

Your hands were attached the entire time until you stumbled straight to her room. The kissing resumes instantly, this time, you take the lead. Just like you proposed, you start gently, soaking every trace of her figure and imprinting it to memory. As eager as you were to look for her tells and likes, you slowly guide her to bed. You break the kiss, kissing the corner of her mouth and the top of her hands.

"You're pretty committed," Jenna muses as she watches you kneel and carefully begin to unclasp her platform heels. It's too early to say but having you kneeled before her in such a dress might be her new favorite view.

"I can do more," you grab her bare foot, while looking straight into her eyes, you kiss her ankle.

Her eyes follow every action you make, the way you worship her with every kiss, every caress to her skin, your eyes following her exclusively. There is no one but her in your refection and she's sure your entire existence is solely for her in that moment. Her chest had began to tell on her sharp breathes, heaving with excitement that had been brewing for so long finally being allowed to flourish. She sits with anticipation, following you just as closely as you are, waiting. The warm lamp light illuminates half your kneeled figure. It dips with your curves and exposes the skin under your tights. Did she tell you know nice you looked? She couldn't remember, but she certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity to show you. She swallows the lump in her throat, "You look so pretty like this,"

Your head gently leans to one side as you look up at her, pretty doe eyes transfixed. A knowing smile graces your features, you taunt, "Kissing you or did you mean on my knees?"

Slightly, you lean forward placing your weight on your hands. The slit of your dress stopped just shy underneath your hipbone and allowed Jenna to take an ample view.

"How scandalous of you.." Jenna trials off, hungrily taking in the sight.

"You know," you start, still on all fours and kissing upwards her leg. "If you were a guy, this is were I'd start sucking you off..."

You raise you eyebrows, amused at your own behavior. Jenna momentarily stops looking at the curve of your ass to look straight at you. "You can suck something else."

You smile, unafraid of hiding in your performance. This was about to be the best night of your life and you couldn't wait to chase the crashing relief in her arms.

Boldly, Jenna rests her leg on your shoulder leaning her weight on her hands behind her. There'd be time to relax and lay on the silky sheets, right now, she wanted to watch.

With the reigns effectively out of your hands, you lean further into the swell of her thighs. You kiss and bite her gently, she was your lover for the night after all, but Jenna had other plans. A soft, unexpected pressure sits on top of your head. She let's you look up,

"Harder."

You hum, shaking your head, "Lovers are gentle, sweet,"

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want to fucked by her like a cat in heat but you had already promised soft. Jenna doesn't take her hand away from your head, instead begins to cradle the side of your face. You lean in, eager to please her.

"Lovers do what the other wants, right?" Whispers that beckon you closer.

"That's dangerous," Too close and you'll come out with burns.

"And you're not running," Maybe, only, straight to you. You might be the idiot that flew too close to the sun but at least you'll have the taste of sun rays on your tongue.

The high rise hotel she invited you back to casts the perfect backsplash for your marvelous encounter. All giddy and high off her already, you feel the heat of your core seeping out. Or perhaps it always out of your control- she was the sun after all. Is it not natural to burn with heat the longer you bask in her?

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You wake up first, the moon light had peeked inside her room too loudly. Blinking away the sleep in your eyes, you focus on the woman next to you. Her make-up had smudged on the pillows and on her face but all you could see was beauty. She's really next to you. You actually slept with her! To think you weren't imagining the banter, the innuendos, her touches or all the flirting. But it was only for one night. Your smile morphs into a smaller one, crestfallen that this was it but still grateful it happened.

Before you could linger on her exposed shoulders, you bring the blankets to her chin. 'I should go...'

Careful and slowly, you reach to pull the blankets off of you. The cold night instantly sparks you alert but you remain cautious and continue moving methodically. Once on solid ground, you look back, already reminiscing on the dream of night you had. Reaching for your clothes closest to you, but a muffled sleepy whine pulls you back to her.

"Noo stay, I'll get cold..."

Her hand had found yours again and well that was that.

Laying back down, Jenna invites you back into the warmth of the thick blankets. She's quick to cuddle into you, face squished into your chest. Unlike you, trying to push away the implications of staying over, your arms hoover above her for a bit before finally resting on her. You feel her breath even out once more, steadily winding down again except this time, it all feels more intimate. You try to ignore the outline of her body pressed so closely to you before your heartbeat makes her change her mind.

The night leaves to quickly and this time the sunlight had coaxed Jenna awake first. She had slept so comfortably she had woken up relaxed. Her eyes lazily look up to her co-star, you, still asleep even after trying to escape last night. After giving her a blissful rest, how dare you? Honestly.

It's not enough for Jenna's eyes to follow your features, her fingers start to lightly trace your nose, your cheeks, your lips... Her mind replays her words from last night.

"Let's fuck like lovers"

It was so much more exciting than what she originally imagined it be. You were so raw, so desperate to please her and it brushed her in all the right ways. The sultry and loving whispers left her so excited, so eager to have your attention. She hums, lips pressing against each other, mind beginning to send sensations through her body.

The teasing way you would slip your fingers in and out, the way you chuckled in her ear at her pleas and the sounds you made when she started eating you. Her body was shivering with memories, her excitement taking over, she needed more.

Not-so carefully, Jenna moves on top of you straddling your hips. Your body had began to respond slowly, as the light pecks hit your face in tiny sensations. "Hm,"

"Good morning," You hated the way you smiled so quickly. Gosh, you didn't want her to think you were desperate, especially after last night. "Mornin'.."

Your eyes adjusted to the lovely sight in front of you, Jenna. Her hair slightly tickling you as she moved to kiss down your neck. A few laughs leave you, to excited to touch her again your hands are unable to find placement on her body. You soothe her lightly, giving her all the freedom to do with you as she wished.

"Ah! Hey!"

Her marks from the previous activities still fresh, but it doesn't stop her from sinking her teeth for another bite. The startling action causing you to squeeze her hips, accidentally pushing her down. You hadn't mean to be so bold, she's literally on top of you what are you on about, but she responds enthusiastically. Grinding her bare hips onto yours and continuing to make paintings on your neck.

"Aha, Jenna," your breath quickens, hands steeling themselves on her as she continues to build off her high on you. Closing your eyes, you relish her warmth, the prickly cold of the morning had vanished, she smelled so wonderful and wanted you again. Gosh, this was everything.

"Jennaa.."

She looks up, briefly, and you swear your heart dies. Those mischievous eyes were gleaming again, framed by the ruined eyeliner you caused, telling you unspoken thoughts. Your hand reaches the back of her neck and lead her to kiss your lips instead. So hungry and wanting but your kisses are slower, as if testing how far she was willing to go. The tip of her tongue holds the answers to your questions and leads them as far into your mouth as she can reach.

That's all you need.

With you hand still cradling her neck and the other now wrapped around her waist, you flip her over never once disconnecting her invitation. Quickly, she settles into her new position by wrapping herself around you no need to ask for more. Who are you to deny her?

The sunlight drapes your bare forms as you tussle in the sheets of her hotel room, witnessing the entanglement of two stars seeking each others warmth. Jenna's laughs and moans fuel your own fire, somehow emitting an equally salacious desire to drown her in your love. It's not like the sun could be wash away so easily, she was made to handle a lot of desire. After all, she would only be taking responsibility of her heat inducing sun rays...

[gatorbites-imagines]

would love love LOVE to see some invincible x ftm!reader stuff, our ppl are in a drought </3

Mark Grayson x ftm reader 

Headcanons 

You didn't specify which Mark, if it was OG Mark, an alternate Mark, or the petvincibles. And, I wanted to write something more stand together, so here ya go.  

We have been so focused on alt marks on this blog, I felt OG mark needed some love. 

Honestly? I don't think Mark cares too much about you being trans. Unless you guys started dating before you came out, and you had to come out to him. 

Then, he wouldn't fully understand the experience, but Mark has always felt like a very understanding and standup guy.  

Though, he will have a moment where he's wondering if you guys need to break up now, cuz he's always just assumed he was straight. And breaking up would be most respectful for you, right? 

But Mark still loves you, and after a long conversation with William, as he's his like, information point when it comes to LGBT stuff, Mark realizes maybe your gender doesn't really matter if he loves you. 

He wouldn't be comfortable labeling himself just yet, but Mark knows he loves you, and that's all that matters. Now he just has to put up with William laughing and saying that he knew it. 

Hes also a very busy guy, with all the hero stuff and if this is during the time hes still in college. But Mark would still find time to try and research it. 

Expect him to go on reddit or other forums to be like “hey yall, my boyfriend(your age, ftm) just came out to me, and I(19M) wanna be supportive, what can I do to help?” cuz he just wants to do it right. 

No matter how you express yourself, Mark wouldn't be embarrassed about it either. Be if you are fem presenting, masc presenting, neither, or both. As long as you are happy, then Mark would look at you with those most loving puppy eyes. 

Mark also isnt scared to square up with anybody who disrespects you, or other members of the community. Hes always been a big supporter of William, and now he has you, and has just become a lot more aware of the community and how they are treated. 

No cops at pride, only invincible (and the rest of teen team/the guardians if they are at that point). 

Mark is also a big sucker for his partner wearing his clothes I think, no matter what way you present yourself. He would also try his best to help out, if you want help in being more masculine. 

I also don't see Mark as the type of person to struggle with saying he has a boyfriend. The first couple of times might feel weird in his mouth, but that's what you are, and that's how he will describe you. 

Mark openly having a boyfriend will somehow end up with him and Rex becoming friends quicker, because Rex is my bi/pan icon and hell yeah, now they can talk about chicks and dudes together. 

If anybody tries to be gross about it, Rex is the kinda guy to go “we literally wear colorful tight spandex suits, but your problem is that invincible has a boyfriend?” and Mark just goes “yeah man, what the fuck?” 

Mark would get you an invincible themed binder if he can, because you “gotta rep your boyfriend, right?” and cuz hes a damn nerd. There is also a seance dog binder somewhere. 

Mark would somehow get the GDA to pay for your top surgery if you wanted one, like, he does a job for them and is like “only if your best guys do my boyfriends surgery”.  

And like, top surgery has to be one of the cheapest payments they've been asked for. Top surgery paid for by the American government. 

[matchalovertrait]

Antonio's big secret has been revealed: he's the grandson of Alfonso Alto, the main villain of Generation One. We thought we knew everything about Alfonso's history and family, but a whole other world was taking shape while the story focused solely on the lives of the Alegrías.

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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NOTE: No, seriously! A whole other world. This has been in development since Dulce was a toddler. That was over a year ago. If I did this right, many of Antonio's lines and actions can be viewed with a new pair of eyes.

NOTE: "Who the hell is this guy again?" This, this, this, and this post might be of help, but I can also try to answer any questions if they're not spoiler-y! I know what one of these posts says, but hey, did we ever see it happen? 👁️

NOTE: Alicia is "Ashley Alto" and Frankie is "Unborn Baby Hernandez." I have no real reason for renaming Ashley other than I just think it suits her better. The "big boss man" that Frankie referred to was indeed Alfonso, not Antonio's actual boss at the law firm.

NOTE: Now I leave for a couple of days. Enjoy 😁

[Del Sol Valley, California]

[A few days had passed since Yoltic showed up unexpectedly at Antonio’s apartment. Turns out, Yoltic’s suspicions were correct, and that made Antonio rethink everything even more. Was his secret that obvious? Surely not.]

[However, Yoltic learned just how much worse the situation was once they sat down and talked about it. A solution wouldn’t come overnight. All he could do was be supportive.]

YOLTIC: It’s fine, you have nothing to worry about. You still have an invite to my wedding.

ANTONIO: Are you certain?

YOLTIC: Yeah! But, can I tell Dani about this? I probably shouldn’t keep it from her...

ANTONIO: If it makes you forgive me, sure. I don’t want Caruso uncovering this, though. He already found my personal phone number and enemy. I’ve been on edge ever since I found out about the private investigator. Maybe it’s only a matter of time-

[Antonio’s thoughts were disrupted by the vibration of his cellphone. He sighed when he looked at the caller ID but pressed the green button anyway.]

ANTONIO: Bueno?

ALICIA: Cariño! I just got off the phone with your grandfather.

ANTONIO: Mhm..?

ALICIA: He’s upset because you haven’t visited him in months, he says.

ANTONIO: I’ve been busy.

ALICIA: Like with the Alegría case? Seriously mijo, what were you thinking? You’re going to bankrupt us one of these days.

ANTONIO: Mamá, please. Frankie already spoke to me about it.

ALICIA: Are you telling me they have more common sense than you? That’s funny. I don’t see flying pigs in the sky.

ANTONIO: What a way to insult your child and sibling.

ALICIA: Oh, you’re too sensitive.

???: Ashley? Is that you?

[An old friend from her home country recognized her.]

ALICIA: Ay dios mío! No, no, I’m Alicia again. “Ashley” was the stupid girl who believed in juvenile things like the tooth fairy and true love. How have you been, darling?

ANTONIO: ..Hello? Mamá?

ALICIA: I came across someone from the island! Can you believe it? Anyway, go see your grandfather. Today. ASAP. He’s expecting you. Bye!!

[The call ended.]

ANTONIO: I have a schedule for reason.

[Antonio arrived at the prison. He hated this place, but business had to be taken care of.]

STAFF: Mr. Romero. The client is waiting for you. Please proceed.

ANTONIO: Thank you.

OFFICER: Sir, your lawyer is here.

???: About time! You can go. Give us some privacy.

OFFICER: Yes, Mr. Alto.

[The officer nodded and left.]

ALFONSO: Sit down.

ANTONIO: You wanted to see me?

ALFONSO: What sort of question is that? Of course! I don’t see you working hard enough to get me out of here, boy.

[Alfonso scoffed.]

ALFONSO: My own grandson...

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

howdy! give it to me straight, sex witch: how important is it to set up a safeword if you’re not planning on doing something like cnc? i have been doing some recreational sex ed reading/watching, as one does, and a couple of things have put specific emphasis on the importance of having a safeword that isn’t just ‘no’ or ‘stop’, which kind of confused me. isn’t that only a problem if you specifically want to be able to say no/stop but actually keep going? i’m unclear if this is just personal preference or if i’m missing something. thanks!

hi anon,

a safe word (or other, nonverbal means of indicating a need to stop, such as tapping a partner's arm or snapping your fingers) is primarily important in situations where there's a potential to misunderstand the meaning of words that might generally mean stop.

so, for instance, a scene in which the people involved are roleplaying a scene in which one character is reluctant or being violated can benefit from having a clear word to differentiate between "I'm saying stop because we're playing Noncon Alien Sex Probe and that's part of the game" and "I'm saying stop because something actually hurts for real and we need to take a time out."

it can also be helpful if one partner has a tendency to say things that could be taken as requests to stop even when what they're trying to express is enjoyment, whether the sex is particularly kinky or not. squealing a playful "stop it" when a partner's touch makes them ticklish and squirmy, gasping out a "no" to indicate that they don't want a partner to stop touching the exact place they're touching. these are totally harmless misunderstandings, but could still cause confusion in the moment, so some folks might want to circumvent them by establishing specific words that have no ambiguity. if "no" or "stop" are used frequently enough to cause confusion, a word like "guacamole" or "barracuda" that's unlikely to come up during sex could be a handy solution to make sure both partners know what's being conveyed.

as I noted at the start of the ask, safe words don't actually have to be verbally spoken words. anything sufficiently disruptive to how you'd usually be having sex can suffice to serve as a "get your head in the game" warning to a partner and indicate that they need to pump the breaks immediately. these be handy in instances where some partners are Deaf/HoH, always or sometimes nonverbal, or just in situation where a partner has something sexy preventing them from speaking, but there's no reason this method can't be adopted by anyone looking for expansive safe word options!

does everyone need a safe word every single time they have sex? not really; I've personally never been in a scenario where a "whoa hey back up, let's not do that actually" or even just an "oof, not that" wouldn't be received loud and clear (although that may be because my sex life tends to be as conversational and laid back as my blog). the point being, it's up to you to decide if it's a tool that's relevant to you! if it would make you feel better to have a safe word in your back pocket, just in case, then by all means establish one! if you don't see the applicability, then leave it! it's up to you to decide what fits right!

[rafessweetgirl]

secrets

summary: you’re rafe's girlfriend, but he fucked up and now he needs you to be a little more than just that.

warnings: angst, nothing else fr

a/n: based on diary by alicia keys!! i haven't heard this song in years but when i listened to it a couple weeks ago i alr had a story. very strongly recommend listening to it while reading. (that's fr how i wrote it.) i promise ill get pt 2 of everything you wanted out eventually. love yall <3

i wont tell...your secrets 

you woke up from your spot on the couch to the front door busting open. who would come barging in this early in the morning? only one person came to mind. “rafe?” you sat up, hands bracing against the cushion under you to help you stand up. you walk over towards the front slamming into him. he’s been gone since yesterday morning and he looks rough, like he’s been in a fight. except that is exactly what happened. you reach for his face, but he flinches away. “hey, hey what’s wrong? where were you?”

he shakes his head. “nothin’ it’s fine. i’m fine.” 

he doesn’t look fine, not even close. “rafe, come on, you look hurt, let me help.”

he steps away from you. “i don’t need your help but…” his worried eyes meet yours. “baby i-i did something.”

——

rafes silence speaks volumes. he hasn’t uttered a word since he spoke that cryptic sentence. “you have to tell me eventually, baby.”

baby. he loves when you call him that. it softens the hardness embedded in him. it makes him feel better, worthy of your love that he doesn’t deserve anymore. not after what he did.

“you have to swear you wont tell a fucking soul.” 

your secrets...are safe with me

“it wasn’t john b.” that’s what rafe said. over and over again, like a broken record. that it wasn’t john meaning that it was someone else. what that meant you didn’t know. you assumed it meant that john b didn’t do the something bad your boyfriend mentioned, but instead rafe himself.

“what do you mean? what wasn’t john b?”

“i didn’t mean to, i swear….it wasn’t on purpose.” he turns to you, his knees bumping yours. he grabs your hands squeezing them, using you to relieve his stress. “you have to understand, i was just trying to protect ward.” he starts to try and calm himself. “yeah, i did it for him. wasn't tryna hurt her.”

“i can’t understand what you wont tell me, rafe.” there were so many things that he could’ve done. doing them in wards defense was….odd, to say the least. but about a million scenarios ran through your mind, his hands doing nothing to soothe either of you. “you can tell me anything.”

i will keep....your secrets 

you stare at rafe. you physically can’t move. he was the one who killed peterkin. not john b, like the island had believed. your own boyfriend, your sweet, sweet rafe. he said he did it for ward because “she was gonna kill him, i swear.” but why? 

ward didn’t really respect his son and probably didn’t even love him. and rafe hated him for that. all his life, he treated rafe as less than. so why, when it came down to it, would rafe choose ward?

“i love him, i really do, baby.”

“he doesn’t feel the same, rafe!” he shoots up suddenly, making you flinch.

“shut up! he does, he just has a hard time showing it. but i-“ he accentuates the "i" with a finger to his own chest, “i saved him. and now he’ll actually see me as his son, not just some kid he gave his dna to. but i lose that if i go to jail. so you can’t say a fucking word.”

your heartbeat begins to speed up. he’s putting the burden of his actions on you. you had nothing to do with it but if you agree to stay quiet about the truth, you might as well have pulled the trigger yourself. but you can’t betray rafe. you love him and everyone else in his life has hurt or betrayed him in one way or another. you can’t be added to the list.

tears begin to pool in your eyes. a few fall as you look down towards the floor. “i won’t.” 

just think of me as the pages in your diary

his personal diary. whenever shit goes left he'll turn to you, confide in you. he'll open you up, pick up the pen and write down every little secret. when he's done he'll close your pages and make you swear not to tell a soul. then he'll lock you up, guaranteeing the safety of his secrets. 

lovely divider by @kimjiho1

i wanna start a tag list, lmk if you want added! 💞

[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, well, I guess partially? Though I think technically just Impulse and your boy here did, but yeah,” Bernard replies with a shrug. Kon . . . maybe also tilts his head. Okay. Yeah. He remembers Nina Dowd. Like, goddamn, does he ever. Fondly, one might even say. 

Specifically, like, he fondly remembers Mighty Endowed and her . . . “tracts of land”, was that how Tim had put it, as the ridiculous nerd he’d been and still is to this day? 

Dork. 

“God I’m still sad we didn’t actually get to fight her,” Kon mutters, shaking his head a little wistfully. “Worst missed opportunity that sixteen year-old me ever suffered, and I was sixteen for a minute.” 

“I–you–Bernard!” Tim sputters. “How did you never mention that before?!” 

“I dunno, babe, maybe ‘cause I’ve been pretending very, very hard to not know you were Robin?” Bernard reminds him with an amused grin, leaning in to lightly flick Tim’s nose. “And I felt like ‘oh hey did you know your buddies sent my one cousin to jail back when we were in high school?’ would maybe not be helpful with that?” 

“Technically Rob was also there,” Kon says. “And we didn’t really do much anyway, mostly we were busy dealing with the Super-Cycle and its shitty ex-boss. Actually, did literally anyone ever figure out why good ol’ Nina got the whole hottie-with-a-body New-God-meets-anime-catgirl treatment and none of us did? Like, did we ever get the Cycle to explain that one to us?” 

“I mean, are you sure you didn’t?” Bernard asks, looking him over meaningfully. Kon is not above preening for that. Very much so is he not above preening for that. 

“. . . were you actually concerned about that at the time, Kon?” Tim asks. “Did that occur to you at the time and you just decided . . . what, not to worry about it?” 

“Worst case scenario I coulda gone back to the Wild Lands, the beast-men probably woulda let me crash with ‘em,” Kon replies with a shrug, then takes another swallow of hot chocolate. God, it really is unfairly good. “Endowed got tiger stripes, right? I could rock me some tiger stripes.” 

“I mean I dunno, would your buddy the prince be into tiger stripes?” Bernard asks in amusement. 

“Technically he’s king now, actually,” Kon says. “Also he is a tiger, so I don’t see why not? Like, you’d think he'da been cool with that, right?” 

Tim says nothing. Somehow his total silence comes out very feeling all the same, though. Kon spares him another nice sharp grin and licks some of the melted whipped cream and caramel off the rim of his mug. Tim puts a hand over his own face and very feelingly continues to say nothing. 

“Probably wouldn’t need the collar anymore, right?” Kon muses “innocently” into his delicious chocolatey caramel-y goodness. “But maybe he'd lemme wear it for old times’ sake.” 

“I changed my mind, you should’ve just asked Nightwing and Starfire what they get up to,” Tim says dubiously, giving him a deadpan look as he does, and Kon actually fucking giggles over that one, which is maybe slightly embarrassing but oh well, he’s done weirder. Like, literally fifteen minutes ago he was doing way weirder, in fact. 

He kinda wishes Bernard’d get in the bed again, though. Dude’s kinda just been standing there, it makes him feel sorta rude or whatever. Admittedly Bernard getting back in this bed comfortably would necessitate some sacrifice of personal space and possibly someone ending up in someone else’s lap or at least real intimately pressed together, but . . . 

Kon, very briefly, tries to imagine what it might feel like if Tim and Bernard pinned him between them the same way they’d fucked him together just to, like . . . cuddle, or sleep, or like . . . whatever. 

. . . . . . . . . Kon needs to not imagine that right now, or his dick is going to have its own personal Mighty Endowed arc. Chances of accompanying maniacal catboy laughter pretty low, but still nonzero. 

God, though, he really would like to–no, nope, that is weird shit, self. Very weird shit. “Time for a new train of thought” levels of weird shit, in fact. Maybe a couple new trains of thought, if need be. 

“Jesus, you’re cute,” Bernard says, giving Kon a grin and reaching over to pinch his cheek, which should maybe feel ridiculous or demeaning but actually kinda just makes him wanna melt all over the dude. 

. . . need might be, yeah. Kon swears to absolute fuck, if he gets Pavlov-ed into getting horny over getting called “cute”, he will have to go supervillain for at least the next six to eight months. Like, he will go out and get himself a black bodysuit and smack on some gold armor and/or accessories and just finally have his Black Zero era. He has literally never actually wanted to have a Black Zero era, but over that cheek pinch thing, he genuinely just might. 

“I think you’re just projecting, man,” he says with a smirk, deciding to just hope he’s at least not blushing as hard as it feels like he’s blushing. Bernard grins wider at him and pinches both his cheeks this time, then flattens his hands against them and squishes them instead. Kon, unfortunately, has apparently gotten dicked down good enough that he just kinda lets the dude do it. 

Jesus, he is way too easy, isn’t he.

[thechildofshadows]

PARTNERS IN WINE

Avery Grambs x Jameson Hawthorne - 2.1k

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Hello and a Happy St. Patrick's Day to all who celebrate! Here's the promised 'Jameson takes care of drunk!Avery' fic, @saythewordheiress. You did not ask me to write it, but I have done so anyway! (because I like doing fun things, especially if it means skiving off schoolwork!) Let me know if you guys want a part two, because I think I set it up pretty well to write a chapter for Grayson and Lyra. This is different from what I usually write, so the quality might be worse. This fic, as I said earlier, is one where Jameson takes care of a drunk Avery. She's drunk for about half the fic and hungover for the other half, so if you don't like reading about people being drunk, or people throwing up ... wrong place, I will see you next week! It is also partially a chat-fic ... you'll see what I mean, because it alternates between actual storytelling and texting. It sounds bad rn, just read it. If you hate the texting, there is actual writing, and if you hate the writing, there is texting. Have fun!

CONVERSATION: KEVIN, JOE, NICK AND THE BONUS JONAS

NASH: Alright you’re going to love this

JAMESON: am i

NASH: Maybe not

NASH: so you know how the girls had a night here

JAMESON: yes

JAMESON: get to the point nash

NASH: there was some rum involved

GRAYSON: Is anyone dead, bleeding, or currently in the hospital?

NASH: no

GRAYSON: Then what’s the problem?

JAMESON: you text like a karen

XANDER: Nash hesitates to tell you, so I shall!

XANDER: They got really drunk.

NASH: …

NASH: Y’all have been quiet for a while

NASH: I’m not afraid of a fight

NASH: I have Oren

GRAYSON: Oren won’t help.

JAMESON: they’re not hurt, jfc calm down loverboy

JAMESON: how much is really drunk?

NASH: like a lot.

NASH: Avery and Max kept drinking after Libby stopped

NASH: they’ve gone through a lot of bottles.

XANDER: Avery recited Shakespeare off the top of her head

JAMESON: do you know which one

XANDER: A Midsummer’s Night Dream

XANDER: The queen’s monologue

JAMESON: omg she was learning it last week for that lit course

NASH: Gotta say

NASH: if this whole inheritance thing stops working out

NASH: she has a future in theater.

GRAYSON: From one solo?

NASH: hey she and Lyra got a pretty good recital of Hamlet in

NASH: they sound better than you do when you’re sober

JAMESON: i think gray might cry lmfao

GRAYSON: I’m not.

Jameson’s favorite thing (person) in the world was Avery Kylie Grambs.

That being said, he had no idea how to handle the woman while she was drunk. And in denial.

“Look, I’ve walked in a straight line, and … and I got back home fine. I’m not thaaaaat drunk.”

Jameson looked at Avery, who has tucked herself into his side. “Oren drove you here, and that line was definitely not straight.”

“It was …” she mumbled. She tried to take a few steps by herself, and fell over against Jameson, who wrapped an arm around her torso to steady her.

“Jesus Christ, how much did you drink?” Avery had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol, and her liver probably died three times over for her to be this drunk.

“I’m not Jesus, I’m Saint Avery, remember?” Her voice slurred as they reached the stairs. Avery tried moving, but she tripped on the first stair and nearly brought Jameson down with her.

Okay, that plan is out the window. Jameson hooked an arm around her legs, and lifted her in a bridal carry, walking away from the stairs.

“Where’re we going?” her words were basically mush at this point, but Jameson was able to make them out.

“Your room is pretty high up, Heiress, and we are taking the shorter route.” He stopped at a random point in a hallway, and tapped it three times. The wall slid away, and revealed an elevator.

Jameson put Avery down, and half-pushed her into the elevator. He clicked the button for her floor, and kept her within his arms as the elevator. It was a pretty short ride, but the sudden stop (which was pretty smooth) caused Avery to lose what little balance she had, and nearly fall over.

Jameson saved her from an encounter with the floor. Again.

She was still putting her full weight on him, so he picked her up again.

As they were walking to her room, she started giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You!”

Jameson had no idea what she was talking about. “What?”

Avery giggled again. “Like that. You’re funny. And pretty. Like really pretty.”

Jameson nudged at the side of her head with his nose. “Just pretty?”

“Yeah. Really pretty.” She rested her head against his chest.

“I thought you’d say I’m sexy.”

“That too.”

As soon as she reached her bed, she fell asleep. She was already in pjs, and it didn’t seem worth waking her up again to get fully ready for bed.

Jameson, who had been in bed fiddling with a puzzle Xander gave him, had already been in ‘sleep mode’ for the past hour. After making sure Avery was underneath a blanket and wasn’t about to fall off the bed, throw up, choke on said throw up or all three, he got in beside her, and was surprised that Avery promptly attached herself to his side.

“You’re not really asleep, are you, Heiress?” He asked with a smirk.

She pulled him closer. “I … love you.”

Jameson gave an amused smile and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I love you too.”

She didn’t respond, and Jameson figured she was truly asleep.

“Good night, Avery.”

Avery woke up the next morning- and ran straight to the bathroom.

Jameson was sitting on the counter next to the sink, as if he had been waiting there, but she barely acknowledged him as she bent over the toilet. He held her hair back as she threw up, and rubbed circles in her back. His touch was gentle, and Avery would've appreciated it more if she hadn't been spilling the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

“Good morning, Heiress.” he said with a smirk once she was done.

She shot him a glare, but quickly looked away as her head began pounding. “Don’t even try.”

“I didn’t say anything.” He joined her on the floor, placing a kiss on her temple, and offered her a bottle of water.

She began to drink it, and felt her headache ease somewhat. She leaned into Jameson and closed her eyes, taking a minute to relax and allow herself to slow down. With the nausea out of the way, she felt closer to sleep than ever.

She checked the clock on the wall. 9:45.

It was still too early for her.

"Woah." Jameson tapped her hand. "You're not sleeping until you've had something to eat."

"What?"

Jameson shrugged. "You're probably going to throw up again when you wake up, you might as well have something to throw up instead of pure stomach acid. You're lucky you ate before drinking last night, otherwise you would be in significantly worse shape."

She opened her mouth to respond, but she felt her stomach turn, and quickly dove for the toilet. Jameson held her hair back as she threw up bile, and kept dry heaving. She almost collapsed against the toilet and felt Jameson tie her hair and walk out of the bathroom. Avery wondered if she was in such bad shape that he couldn’t even be around her.

Avery tried to move, but her vision went temporarily black as she got up, and she wobbled for a second before catching the countertop. "Ow."

“How much did you end up drinking last night?” Jameson re-entered the bathroom and helped her sit on the countertop, giving her a bottle.

That’s why he left.

Avery noticed it was Gatorade rather than water and raised an eyebrow.

“You need the extra hydration, don’t look at me like that.”

Avery would’ve rolled her eyes. She instead decided to open the Gatorade bottle, but lacked the energy to actually open it.

“And she said she didn’t drink at all last night.” Jameson gave her a smirk -oh god, how could he be hot and helpful and unhelpful so early in the morning?- and helped her tip the bottle into her mouth.

She finally found the strength to talk. “Did I really say that last night?”

“Among other things.” He stood between her legs, and gently took the bottle from her, capping it as he moved it to the side.

Avery poked his chest. “What else did I do?”

Jameson gave her a crooked grin. “Finish the food.”

Food?

He produced a packet of crackers out of nowhere, and Avery groaned. “They’re disgusting.”

“They’re what you’re least likely to throw up.”

Avery frowned, and Jameson tore open the packet. “Take it from a Hawthorne man; we know the best ways to get drunk, and the best ways get over a hangover.”

He fed her a cracker, which was bland and flavorless, but the thought of any other food made her want to throw up.

Avery got halfway through the packet before she felt drowsy again. She didn’t realize it until she felt a series of gentle taps on her hand.

“Just one more, Heiress.” Avery was leaning almost entirely on Jameson, her head in the crook of his neck.

Avery tried to respond, but she was almost fully asleep, and Jameson took it as an answer. “Alright, you’re too sleepy for this, let’s get you to bed.”

He lifted her off the countertop almost effortlessly, and gently placed her on her bed, placing a kiss on her forehead. He might’ve said something, but sleep washed over Avery, and anything he said was long gone.

DIRECT MESSAGES TO: GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

JAMESON: how drunk did the girls get

JAMESON: even i never got hungover this bad jfc

GRAYSON: I couldn’t tell you.

GRAYSON: She’s stubborn as ever.

GRAYSON: She won’t even eat food.

GRAYSON: She also says that she’s not drunk.

JAMESON: she’s not tho????

JAMESON: she’s hungover??

JAMESON: don’t tell me you’ve been telling ur girl shes drunk.

GRAYSON: Don’t tell Xander.

GRAYSON: Or Avery.

JAMESON: lmfao i just got avery back into bed

JAMESON: try harder

GRAYSON: She just ran to the bathroom.

JAMESON: have fun

She ended up waking up about two hours later with a blinding headache-

“-And that’s what the painkillers are for.” Jameson sat on the edge of the bed and handed her two pills and a glass of water. She quickly gulped down the pills and all of the water, and she felt relief wash over her about five minutes later.

“Jesus Christ.” She moved closer to Jameson and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“How are we feeling, Heiress?” She looked up at him and he flashed her a smile.

“A lot better now. How are you so patient?”

His eyebrows rose. “I’m not.”

“You knew exactly what to do.”

“That comes from a combination of regularly having gotten hangovers, and being a Hawthorne.” He gestured wildly with his arms. “Efficiency is key.”

She bit back a laugh as Jameson talked about his ‘process’ and how many tries it took him to perfect the hangover routine.

“-so you got the better end of the deal, you hopefully will never have to experience a true, raw hangover.”

“Thank you.” Jameson looked down at her and she shrugged. “You didn’t have to help. It was pretty gross.”

“Anytime, Heiress. And I’ve seen gross. I lived with Grayson.”

Avery swallowed. “We woke you up last night as well, and I didn’t plan on getting drunk at all. You were completely unprepared.”

Jameson’s eyebrows flew into his hair. “If you ever meet an unprepared Hawthorne, please disinherit them.”

When Avery didn’t laugh, he sighed. “It’s okay, Heiress. We all drink a little too much sometimes, and no one goes out planning to get wasted. We have a whole shelf in the pantry with ‘hangover-safe food.’ It’s not a burden to help you, and it’s never a bad thing to spend more time with you.”

Avery opened her mouth to argue back and Jameson clapped a hand over her mouth. “I will always be there for you, whether you like it or not. It’s not a bad thing.”

She felt her breath catch in her throat, and she paused for a minute before she spoke. “Alright.”

He flashed her a smirk. “It is also fun not being the one drunk for once.”

She rolled her eyes and Jameson wrapped an arm around her. “Brilliant. Now do you want to see whether Lyra finally stopped arguing with Grayson?”

“Oh, she never does.”

“Today might be different.”

“How so?”

“She’s hungover for one thing …”

GRAYSON: Where did they get the alcohol again?

JAMESON: avery’s asking if Lyra’s okay.

GRAYSON: She’s sleeping.

JAMESON: gray it’s like 1pm

JAMESON: why did it take you so long to get her to rest.

GRAYSON: Apparently, Lyra has a severe distaste for all things involving alcohol.

GRAYSON: How did Avery get her drunk?

JAMESON: she says Max did it.

GRAYSON: I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

GRAYSON: I thought I was done with hangovers when you stopped drinking.

JAMESON: and then you decided to fall in love

JAMESON: this is not my fault

GRAYSON: she’s waking up.

GRAYSON: Maybe I’ll finally sleep.

JAMESON: that’s what you get for not sleeping when people do

GRAYSON: I’m not going to grace that with a response.

GRAYSON: Goodbye, Jamie.

JAMESON: you’re not going off to war jfc dont sound so dramatic

JAMESON: well, you kinda are

GRAYSON: … I’ll pass on the sentiment to Lyra

JAMESON: he didn’t mean that -Avery

JAMESON: I did

JAMESON: see you later.

fin.

ENDING NOTES This fic was kind of a rollercoaster, and it was harder for me to write ... for some reason. I specialize in angst. Thanks for reading - please like, reblog and leave feedback in the notes. Or just throw blackberries at me. Anything works. It's St. Patricks Day, and I literally live in Walmart Ireland, and I ... made this fic blue. (yaaay) This looks shit in light mode, im sorry. The taglist has a grand total of one person (thank you, Jude) and is looking for more people, so if you want to be added, lmk. (I joined the writing side during TIG's lowest point, but we are going to deal with it by throwing more fics into the pit.)

Taglist: @inmyheaddd

[thrashkink-coven]

One of the big breakthroughs that both Lord Lucifer and Lord Hermes have really helped me understand is the idea of sensing energy in objects.

So often we talk about sensing and observing energy, but to beginners, our vague descriptions can be confusing or miss the point entirely.

When we talk about sensing energy in objects, people, crystals for example, remember that we’re not searching for some hypothetical mystical thing that “only REAL witches can see”. Every single person is capable of observing energy.

Lord Lucifer really helped me understand that energy is not just this mystical imaginary thing that we’re trying to tap into. You are very used to observing energy, you are already a pro at it.

Light, sound, touch, texture, solidity, surface tension, color, yes, all of these things are also energy, information. So many times I have seen practitioners in crystal shops waving their hands around the rocks, feeling them in their hands, staring into them deeply, even putting them to their ears, and I always thought “WHAT is it that they are sensing that I am not sensing?”

It wasn’t until I found myself in a crystal shop waving my hands above the crystals to feel which ones felt like they were radiating heat that it clicked for me. When Lord Hermes tells me to feel the crystal in my hand, he’s being very literal. When he asks me why this crystal is reflective, he is asking me why light interacts with this object the way it does. What does this tell me about the structure of this object? This feedback that my body is telling me is not just mundane, it is inherently telling me vital information about the object and it’s composition. These are universal truths.

Why do I see pink inside the quartz structure of a rose quartz? Why does angel aura reflect rainbows the way it does, why is obsidian shiny and onyx matte? Why is Sapphire a different shade than Opal and why is Opal different than Opallite? What makes all of these things different than lavender and water? Why are these things different from fire and sand?

What you are seeing in the mundane is not just an object. You are seeing a reflection of its attributes, quite literally. You are also hearing, feeling, even tasting these things as well. Sensing energy, feeling the vibration of a crystal, is not this talent that some people just have. You have it too, you just have to learn how to make sense of the information you’re already receiving. Those witches that seem so experienced aren’t waving their hands around the crystals because it looks aesthetically pleasing. They are actively trying to understand the structure of the object and how that relates to its energy.

Good magic takes root from good observation. I can feel that my friend is troubled, perhaps because of the vibes their ethereal aura is emitting, sure. But also because their quietness can be observed across multiple spectrums, through their appearance, through the rhythm of their breathing. My subconscious brain understands all of the billion subtle cues a body can produce before I can. I trust it.

When I approach my friend and say “hey, your hair actually looks great” and they go “wow! really? How did you know I was nervous about that?” , I might reply saying that I sensed it. What I actually mean is that I saw it, I heard it, I felt it on my skin, all at the same time. And before I even understood all of these things individually, I knew that her vibe was somewhat off. I don’t need mystical powers to understand that. Everything from the sweat on your brow to the sound of your voice is an energy and vibration. The way your hair falls tells me how damp your scalp is. The way your face looks indicates to me how you tongue is sitting in your mouth. All of these things I can sense, not through super powers, but through the basic information that is also available to you.

My friends constantly tease me and say that I can “read minds” because I constantly finish people’s sentences or know what they want to tell me before they can even form the words.

“how did you even know to ask me that?”

“woah wait I haven’t even told you that yet”

Im a terrible person to buy gifts for because I know what everyone is going to get me before they can buy it. Am I a mind reader? Do I have superpowers? Probably not. I have simply gotten so used to interpreting subconscious information that I’m just a little bit quicker than usual. I see someone’s gaze shift, I see their forehead wrinkle which implies that they are about to speak. I see their arm subtly move in a direction, I see in their eyes that they want something. We’re standing in the hallway. Yes I can close the door, no problem. How did I know you were gonna ask me that? For the same reason I know that amethyst heals. Energy reveals itself through context.

edit: Lucifer gets real quantum with this idea. There’s a concept that dark matter- which is matter that does not interact with light- still affects matter, and therefore what cannot be seen can still be revealed in what can be seen. Coming to intuitive insights means access the ability to see what is hidden, to have prophecies and all that jazz. These effects are subtle, so you have to focus, but they can be seen.

Obsidian is not just protection because it has some innate fantasy quality that is only found in obsidian. Your brain understands black obsidian as black and sharp for a reason. That translates both literally and symbolically.

You’re reading right now, right? You see squiggles on a screen and yet you completely understand these concepts I’m presenting. A whole message has been communicated to you through nothing more than lines and squiggles. This form of transferring information is not limited to words. This thing that you’re doing right now occurs every single time you observe anything. A whole message, understanding and idea is communicated through the texture of Labradorite in the same way that it is in this post.

The next time you try to feel a vibe or energy, don’t just try to feel with your soul. That is a super important step, yes, but also make sense of the information your brain is already great at interpreting. In fact, I’d argue that as soon as you stop thinking of magic as this fantasy thing that some people just have, your abilities will absolutely explode.

[plagueislost]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ON JASON WING AU THE WAY HIS WINGS CHANGED AND SUCH

do other people who use the lazurus pit experience changes in their wings or was it bc he changed as a person before/after his death

do you think people who go through trauma experience changes in their wings

also what does family preening look like

i am obsessed with the wing au

THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS AU.

i originally got the idea of his wings turning white from that streak in his hair that appeared after the resurrection. i figured hey, if the lazarus waters can do that to someone’s hair, it can probably do that to their wings too, right? it allows for Bruce to not realize Jason is Red Hood for a little bit longer, and it lets you visually separate these two halves of Jason’s life.

I honestly got pretty lucky that pigeons and doves are the same type of bird, and that their symbolic meanings are so contrasting. Jason was a street rat before the resurrection. even after becoming robin, his entire outlook on life was informed by his experience on the streets, and his wings reflected that.

after the resurrection, he becomes in a way haunted by his previous life, and is stuck in a state of grief over what he lost and what he can never again be (robin, bruce wayne’s son, whatever). doves are a symbol of peace, which is a nice contrast to the red hood persona, but they’re also a symbol of grief and mourning (well, technically mourning doves are but shhhhh).

I imagine that since Jason is the first to be revived fully from the dead by the lazarus pits, he is the only one to have experienced significant change in his wings. it’s possible Ra’s might have some white speckling from frequent exposure to the pits, but i honestly haven’t decided yet.

about the trauma causing changes in wings thing, most likely it wouldn’t be anything so drastic like Jason’s change but it can definitely leave lasting effects. i heard somewhere that birds in very stressful situations will over-preen themselves, essentially plucking out perfectly healthy feathers until skin is exposed. This is probably a behavior that would manifest in people in this world too, as a form of self harm. It’d be pretty hard to hide, though, so if someone were trying to keep up appearances they’d likely search for other avenues.

lastly, family preening i’d say is similar to social grooming behaviors in apes or birds. I’m not sure about the social structures behind preening in birds, but i know a lot of species will groom each other in order to bond. We don’t see a lot of social grooming in humans because we’re able to stay rather clean on our own, but i’m sure that would be a different story if we had large appendages in hard to reach places covered in feathers that won’t necessarily fall out on their own when they need to.

social preening would look different on a case-by-case basis, depending on living situations and interpersonal relationships. for example, someone who lives alone would probably invite friends over so they can preen one another in a giant pile on the floor, but a group of people living together wouldn’t need to make an event of it and would just idly groom each other while watching tv or something. people probably sell tools that allow you to get to those hard to reach place on your own if you don’t have anyone to preen you, but they aren’t a huge industry. also, you can go a while without preening before it gets dangerous, but it’s uncomfortable and itchy the whole time. with the Wayne foundation, theres likely preening centers across Gotham where individuals (homeless or otherwise) can get their wings preened if they don’t have anyone to preen them and can’t afford the tools.

Jason is still pretty testy about preening now, but before he reconciled with Bruce, his wings were in a constant state of disrepair. He had the money (from crimelord-ing) to pay for the tools to preen himself, but he wasn’t taking very good care of himself overall during that period, so it took a back seat.

thanks for indulging me with this au you guys have been very kind about it :)

[fashionteahouse]

Hi! How have you been?

Can i request an ex- to lovers fic with Paul? in wich he's already in a relationship but he meets the reader again and they start seeing each other again

hey! i’ve been groovy how about you ? sure you can ❤️ hope you enjoy :)

revolving door - paul x reader

The words were heartless. It's something that you'll never forget. It was one of the things that always lurked in the back of your mind.

Certain songs were skipped, certain movies were left unwatched and even certain restaurants were forbidden in your mind. It all webbed back to him.

Dating around seemed pointless, you often found yourself comparing them to him. It's been two whole years and you knew for a fact he had moved on. He had the face and personality for it.

Life seems to show you how much of a revolving door it could be when you were sitting in a bakery with a crossword puzzle, pen in hand.

The door opened and closed as you munched on your baked treat but a familiar voice ordering their favourite desert made your heart stop.

You had no plans on seeing him, you were in lounge clothes and you internally kicked yourself for not being dressed at your very best. It was an easy Sunday and you didn't expect to run into familiar faces. Especially his.

You weren't ready. Scooping your belongings, your hand didn't even push open the door until a statement made you reconsider your actions.

"You still got that damn hoodie."

You relax your shoulders, you hated the way the statement made you smile a bit. He always made a tense situation so easily eased.

Sitting across from each other as he stuffed his mouth, a flaw that you used to tease him about, you ask him the important question that would separate you from him.

"So, how you been?"

"Pretty good. Same shit but different day."

"I know that's a lie." you say as you fidget with your small booklet. He reached over and slid it from your grasp and flipped it open.

"I thought you said that these were for old ladies?"

You chuckle, familiar butterflies emerged deep within you. You remember exactly the conversation of when you said that.

"I don't know. They might've been onto something." you admit.

"Well, you'll never guess but guess what game I picked up."

"Mmm.. What?"

"I told you to guess."

"But, you just said that I will never guess. So, which one is it?"

The smile beamed out of his mouth, "Chess."

"Get the fuck out of here." you chuckle.

"I'm serious."

"I can still beat you no matter how good you've gotten."

You were skilled at the game, even winning majority of your time in chess clubs. Even going as far as competing in local competitions in community centers.

"Yeah, right." he says humorously.

You shrug, confident in your ability.

"So, when are you trying to beat me?"

You freeze a bit as your heart stuttered.

"Um..Uh.."

"Um, uh. See, look at you." Paul mocked you.

"Shut up." you say as he chuckled deeply.

"I'm busy these days anyway. You might have to find someone else to lose to."

"My girl doesn't even know how to play."

Oh.

"Girlfriend?"

He sighed a bit, "Yeah. We've been off and on for a while now."

"So are you guys on or off right now?"

He grinned a bit as he didn’t answer for a bit, "We're on."

He always admired your wit. Something that he missed. Something that his current situation lacked.

"Well, I'm gonna head on out." you say as you rise to a stand.

"And let me guess. Go home, finish your treat and hunch over that book?"

You scoff with a laugh as you look about. That's exactly what you planned to do.

"I bet it's not better than talking to me."

"Bye, Paul."

He watched as you left out.

You stare at the vibrating phone. It was clutched in your hand as you felt the buzz of the phone.

"Hello?"

"Wow. You still have the same number...Anyway, I'm bored. What are you doing?"

"I should've blocked you."

"Ha. We both know you won't."

You shift a bit.

"Look..Um...Can we talk?"

"About what?" you say quietly.

"You might want some closure."

"Im good. Im trying to move on."

"So, you didn't move on, then?" you hear the pride in his voice. Your stomach fluttered.

"S-shut up....Where's your girlfriend? Go talk to her."

"Someone's jealous."

"Am not!"

"Are too. She's visiting her cousins. I just want to talk. I thought we're friends now."

"And who drew up that conclusion? It certainly wasn't I."

"You still live at the same place?"

You stop breathing, "Mhm."

"Cool." he hangs up.

You sigh as you didn't know what you set yourself up for.

He walks in after you open the door. You changed up the decor since the last time he seen it.

"Your style hasn't changed."

"You still don't have anything on your walls?" you say back.

"Want to come over and see?"

"No." you mutter quietly and you both sit down on the couch at the same time.

"You've always been a bad liar." he says in your ear.

You close your eyes as the goosebumps came without a fail.

"I don't get it....You broke up with me."

"And I made a mistake..."

"And whose fault is that?"

A hand cupped the side of your face as you have to look at him. You deep down wish you didn’t have to because the good times swirled in your mind. You look down.

“I still have to tell you to look at me.” he whispered with a grin.

You swallow a bit as you rise from the couch.

“I’m thirsty.”

“You’re thirsty.” he says dryly, half believing it.

“Yeah.” you say and go into the kitchen. Rising up on your ripple toes and grabbing a glass. Your arm slowly sets the cup down as you felt hands on your waist.

Slowly, you’re turned around because you don’t protest his touches.

Eyes were closed as it felt like a magical touch. His lips were better than you remembered. His hands seemed to know just how to keep you moving forward to him.

“I gotta go.” he whispered after you both reunited your mouths over and over again.

In a daze, you only nod.

The next time he came over, dinner was made. Planned to be only for you but it seemed to be a good thing that you accidentally made more than enough.

As you both sat across from each other, the “mm’s” were familiar. They showed his appreciation for the good food, but you knew that another circumstance where he would make such noise.

“You want me to help you?” he asks as he leaned against the counter as you were making dish water.

“I’m okay. I got it.” you tell him but he was already pulling the plate out of your hands.

He tells you to go sit down. He took over the station so you do go have a seat. When he’s finished. He’s rewarded with a hug.

“Can I get a kiss?” he asked in your ear. Both hands were already firm on your back.

“Um..S-sure.” you whisper.

Eyes were closed once again as the kiss happened. But this time, it was cranked up a notch. It wasn’t a simple I miss you kiss. It was more like a I need you kiss.

Panting, you find your chest exposed without even noticing.

“P-Paul. We C-can’t.” you stutter as you watch as his hands covers your chest.

“We can.” he insists.

“‘We can’t.” you whisper as he bends a bit to attach his mouth.

“We can.” he says and a breathy noise escape from your lips as his tongue covered what his hand were covering.

As you both were naked, pressed together in bed. He snored softly in your ear. You only wake up because of soft buzzing.

The name and picture brought you back to reality as you look at his phone on the nightstand. You sigh a bit to yourself as you didn’t wake him. He looked too peaceful. You hated that you thought that. It was your downfall.

You didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was back with you. Even if it was in this circumstance.

[halletheromantic]

Two Peas in a Pod | harry styles x reader | part 1

once upon a time, you and harry were two peas in a pod. however, physical distance turns emotional, and the two of you lose each other once harry becomes a part of one direction. years later, your paths intertwine.

Word Count: 2,079

Notes: Be sure to check the TPiaP Masterlist for information on tropes and more about the story! If you're interested in being on the Taglist or if you have a request, feel free to comment or leave an Ask. Happy Reading!

“I can’t believe you made me sit through Princess Diaries 2. Again.” Harry groaned, stretching his legs across the sofa, purposefully bumping one into yours.

“What can I say? Chris Pine is an angel in this movie.” You smirked.

Harry was leaning against your shoulder—a common occurrence at your movie nights—but he pushed you away at your words. “You have horrible taste. Ever since you liked Barney when we watched him at six.”

“Hey! At least I didn’t have a crush on DJ from Full House.”

Harry picked up the pillow next to him, throwing it at your face. You ducked easily, grabbing it and smacking him back.

“Hey! Not fair!” He said, and you giggled uncontrollably.

Soon, pillows began to fly in the air as the two of you began a war. Harry got you in the stomach multiple times, but when you buried him completely with your pillow on the sofa and declared yourself the winner, the fight ended.

Your laughs finally subsided as the two of you leaned back on the sofa, your legs tangled with Harry’s under the blanket you were sharing.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow.”

The wide grin on his face faded, his sea-colored eyes turning sad as they met yours. “Me too.”

Tomorrow, your best friend (from the fateful day in kindergarten when you beat him in tag) was going to be auditioning for the X-Factor. He was a talented singer, and chances were that he wouldn’t be coming home, instead, following his new journey as a singer. 11 years of friendship made it just a bit hard to separate.

“You’d better text me.”

A small smile grew on his face. “Why would I not?”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “Because you might get famous and get too busy to talk to the people from home.” You played it off as a joke, but this was a deep worry laced within your gut.

But Harry could read you like a book. His grin faded, and his eyes became sincere. “I would never get too busy. Not for you. You’re my best friend. Nothing will ever change that.”

It was an odd moment of vulnerability breaking into the well-honed banter you typically had, but it was the last day you’d see your best friend before he left, so you let it happen. “Promise?”

He took your hand. Squeezed it. “Promise.”

“Good. Because you’re going to be getting zero sleep starting from tomorrow. I’ll be texting you at all hours of the day—wherever you are.”

He groaned again. “Of course you will.” But a small smile grew on his face as you leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling in comfortable silence.

The two of you fell asleep on the couch, tangled in your blanket. The next morning was an early one, and you both woke up at Anne’s soft reminder.

“Harry? You need to get ready to go, love.”

A soft ray of sunlight fell onto the two of you as you rubbed your eyes. You had fallen asleep on Harry’s chest, and his arm was wrapped around you lazily. With the two of you, there was no such thing as personal space. You hoped it wouldn’t change when he left.

“I’m coming,” he rasped, and you groaned, shifting to the side as he stretched and got off the sofa, flicking you on the head as he went to his room to get ready. You glared daggers at his back, but there wasn’t much you could do since he was already gone.

“Honey? You okay with toast for breakfast?” Anne caught your attention, and you nodded. Of course, she saw the troubled look in your eye, and she quickly bustled over to you, sitting down.

“You’re going to miss him.”

You nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “A bit. It’s just—I know he’s going to do well, and be successful, and even if he visits home, nothing will be the same.” Quickly, you blinked, sniffling. “Sorry. You’re his mom. I shouldn’t be feeling like this while you're so put together.”

Anne quickly brought you into a hug. “Honey, you have every right to feel this way. The two of you are two peas in a pod. You’ve never been apart. We’re all going to miss him, but it will all be okay. And for the record, I cried earlier this morning, too," she whispered, making you laugh a bit.

You nodded, wiping your tears as Anne gave you one last squeeze, heading back over to the kitchen. At that moment, Harry came out of the bathroom, wearing his X-Factor outfit that you and Anne had helped him pick out yesterday, and gave you his bright smile, his dimples popping out. You couldn’t help but smile back—to you, it was always contagious.

The car was packed, and Anne and Gemma were in the front. The back door sat open, but you and Harry were still on his porch, the chill morning breeze blowing his hair haphazardly. You chuckled as you imagined Gemma smoothing it down before he auditioned.

He looked at you. “Any last words of advice?”

“Don’t mess up.”

He laughed, and before you could cry, you quickly brought him into a warm hug. His arms immediately went straight to you, holding you tight. You heard his sniffle—almost identical to yours—and laughed, pulling away.

“It’ll be okay. We’ve got texts. And emails.”

He nodded. “Of course.”

You look into his eyes, and there they were—sad, excited, and happy all at once. He opened his mouth, looking right at you, about to say something, but quickly closed it, shaking his head.

“I’d better go before I’m late. Don’t miss me too much!” He grabbed your hand, squeezed it, then rushed back to the car, shutting the door behind him after climbing into the backseat.

“Says you!” You called after him, waving goodbye as the car tore away.

You took a deep breath. It will all be okay.

Harry’s audition had gone well, he had said in an email. He was selected to be part of a band—One Direction—and they would begin writing their own songs, being managed by an official label. The four other boys were friendly, apparently, and they had become fast friends.

His emails were frequent, almost daily. You anticipated their arrivals, itching for new updates on his life. They were always filled to the brim with something eventful. There was never a free moment, it seemed, for him.

Your return emails felt empty. You ended up realizing that your life outside of Harry was almost non-existent to you. Although you played hockey and wrote your stories, your activities were not as time-consuming or emotionally impactful as the moments you spent with him. Random school romances or a sports injury seemed like nothing compared to his grandiose descriptions of meeting famous people.

And, as you had predicted, One Direction became huge. They were a rapid internet sensation, and as a fanbase began to collect behind Harry, his emails began to get more sporadic. Days in between emails turned to weeks, and soon, they were simply just here and there.

Although he visited home, it was never announced, and it was never matched up with your own schedule. Once, he visited for a few days while you were out of the country. Another time, you were at a funeral for the one night he came as a surprise.

You missed him a lot—especially after the days he visited home and you never got to see him. But soon enough, you learned to have your own life, and days without him became less painful. You grew closer to your hockey team, got your first boyfriend, and pushed yourself in your academics. You never forgot Harry; he was always lingering in your mind. But at some point, your close friendship with him was more of a distant memory, and even writing an email with these updates felt too hard.

His emails to you ended two years after they started. The band had just released another album, and it was even more popular than anything before. Of course, you listened to all the songs, smiling at Harry’s voice, settling at your computer to type up how much you loved the songs. But scrolling through your page, you realized that the last time the two of you had communicated was months ago. The last two emails were yours—the final one being your good news of getting into your dream university. He had never responded.

Now, he was on his own path, and so were you.

Sighing, you logged out of your email and turned off the computer. 

The two of you had diverged, and it was time to accept it.

Years passed; life went on. You attended Cambridge and majored in International Relations and Creative Writing. Writing had always been your passion, and you loved focusing on inter-country politics, so your academics kept you busy and invested.

You graduated at the top of your class, and soon, you became a published fantasy author. You dipped your toes into the romance genre, writing a novel about childhood friends growing up in the countryside becoming lovers, and it became a huge hit. Soon, you were a well-known, renowned author, and you began writing with a large publishing company.

While following your dreams, you visited your home often. You were always attached to your small community, and you’d often spend a weekend sitting with your own parents, Anne, and Gemma (if she was available) for an outdoor lunch or dinner. Though the questions were often directed to everyone, they landed on Harry at some point, and you were once again reminded of your childhood friend.

Harry. The boy who had now become a man—one you hadn’t seen in seven years. You had never once come home at the same time he did during his breaks. He had separated from One Direction two years ago, and had recently published his debut album. You wouldn’t tell him, but you listened to it. Listening to his voice, singing lyrics that sounded so strongly like words directly from his mouth—it was enough to make you cry.

And you actually did, once Sweet Creature came on. You had never fathomed that Harry would write songs about you, but you were sure this one was. Running through the garden, your stubborn fights—the lyrics were simply your childhood experiences. Now, it was always on repeat.

And every time you heard his name, saw his face on the internet, heard his music—you missed him.

But he probably wasn’t even thinking of you anymore.

You were coming home one more weekend. You had written another novel, this time a fantasy, and it had gone viral on social media. It was a big hit, but it began to receive some hate from extremists for including too much diversity. It was all too much for you, and when your mother invited you home for a weekend, you knew you couldn’t pass up the offer.

So, you took a train back to your small town from London, brimming with anticipation. Sweet Creature began to fill your airpods, and a smile grew on your face as you reminisced upon your times with Harry. Although he didn’t—wouldn't—remember you, you would never forget how wonderful he made your childhood, no matter how untouchable he was today. His old email address was most likely inactive by now, too.

All too soon, the train reached its station, and you walked all the way to your home. Voices collected from the backyard, and you grinned in excitement. It seemed that Gemma and her parents were over. It would be fun to hear about their life updates.

You opened the back door, and your mum turned at the sound. “Dear, you’re back!” She rushed to give you a warm hug, and you all but melted in your mother’s arms. “How was your trip?”

“It was good! It’s so nice to see you Mum, I missed you more than you know.”

“We all missed you here. Come say hi to everyone else.” She took your hand, bringing you over to the rest of the bunch. You looked around to find all your siblings dispersed and talking, but a captivating laugh grasped your attention.

You knew that laugh.

Disbelieving, you turn around to find Harry Styles himself, talking to Gemma, a full grin on his face, his dimples grooved into his cheeks as she made a joke.

Your eyes widened, and Gemma’s gaze landed on you. “Y/N! You’re back!”

But your eyes were fixed onto Harry’s. He turned to look at you.

“Y/N.”

[khaoala]

Back for more lore request but this time I wanna make it open request to all soms including (especially) yourself what is your fav fkt moment? So far mine has to be the safehouse cute kt saga cause at first I thought it was just the iconic voices in head for first moment but then there was the boys teasing him and then fourth going I also have a voice in my head that just says thank you kt and honestly yeah I get it I just love how much fkt are loved(did you see the person for talked to for like a few minutes at the recent event literally keeps liking firs pics within minutes of posting like damn these two have that entire industry whipped)

good pitch. people's favorite moments are always a good way to gather the most unhinged fandom moments. unfortunately, my memory simply vanishes the moment i'm asked these questions, but i'll try my best (and to whoever this might interest, feel free to add to it to show anon your favorite fk moments too).

the voices in first's head is a must, but just like you said, safe house was just so good for soms. khaotung was so protective of first and his injured hand, so it's definitely worth it checking it out (@firstkanaphans did a compilation of their moments that is definitely a must since they don't give us official subtitles, i'm tagging you again, sarah, thank you for your work).

most recently, i'd say that this video of first tickling/pinching khaotung's waist during the change for future event (which was the same one you were mentioning about pluggy, i believe it's his name, and how he wasn't immune to first's charms. who can blame him even?). to be honest, there are many moments from this event that were super fun. khaotung saying that first keeps singing the old dog song to him when they are in private, but never thought first would do it in front of the press. and first saying he's waiting for his owner to love him back and khaotung saying 😠i never said i stopped loving him😠. also this video that is just fans being silly, but the idea that khaotung, when jealous, is scary af just does so well for my tired brain.

this one from an event a long time ago is so fun, too. one because the mcs say something about how the man should sleep in the left side of the bed/house and khaotung just tells first "you sleep in the right", and first saying our home.

there's this video from one of the after parties gmm held after their annual event, and if i'm not mistaken it's a mixboom story with firstkhao in the background, and what we see (more or less) is khaotung with his arm behind first/leaning on the chair he's sitting and might i say too, they look like they are sitting so close from this angle.

during the press tour for lol last year, there was this one bit where p'leo says something like "firstkhaotung go out together all the time. where do they usually go?" and for some reason, basically everyone there with them burst out laughing or chuckling or smiling (hey, satang, pondphuwin and mix, we gotta talk), and idk, it's just funny because they get a little flustered.

this is already too long, so i'll end this with a picture of them during last year's outing:

[thatnonameuser]

Hi, glad to see you posted this part, I really liked it. You did a great job, you wrote very interestingly and most importantly many things that satisfied my hunger for reading. But I have questions.1. How is it that humans have not ended yet? It's just that if this continues, everyone will die out.2. Will the parents of the students he killed kill Crowley for not keeping an eye on him. And will the headmaster be punished for this?Personal questions:How do you feel after publishing?At what moments were you strong for stupidity and why?Did you like the story that you were able to write?And I have an idea. If in this world there is a curse that is cast on the yandere: For example, a curse that does not allow the yandere to remember his beloved and he constantly searches for her, but cannot find her. And he cannot form a connection with another, because he is tormented by visions and a wall of a couple with whom he cannot meet. Thanks again for the head. Google translator.

I’m glad you like it! Now for the questions.

I don’t think it would. With the whole ‘you have one true love that will make you whole’ thing, it doesn’t mean that people just won’t try to seek companionship from others because they’re waiting for their darling. Even if someone doesn’t have a darling, the whole within them can be partially filled by having relationships with other people. Which can result in them having kids with other people, even when they don’t have their darling. Though it’s just slapping a bandage on a bullet wound, it’s still something that happens. 

Not everyone will one day find their darlings, never finding them and death are a good reason for some darlings to never meet their yanderes. But when love is needed by the desperate, they’ll do anything to have it. And the products of the substitute love will eventually be conceived.

2. This is kind of inspired by @deceitful-darlings evil au. 

Once again, I don’t think so. Sage Island allows for most darling capture/ rival disposal methods to be legalized to prevent underhanded tactics from turning the island into a warzone. Whether you attend NRC or RSA, you get the perks of lax laws should you meet your darling there.So essentially, by agreeing to attend you’re agreeing to risk your life, but usually there’s minimal issues. If you’re willing to kill someone on the isle to get what you want, you also better be willing to risk that yourself. 

Sure, some people might want revenge, but yanderes work on a no-snitching policy. Without any witnesses, you have no idea whether or not they died in a tragic accident, or from murder. Besides, if there’s nobody, how can you tell whether they were killed or just vanished?

3. Ok, I’m gonna be  honest, I actually wait to see whether you guys like it or not. 😅 For the last chapter, I was relieved that it was over after three or so months of a lot of writing, burn out and writer’s block. But in general, I am someone that craves validation and compliments for their work so about an hour after posting, I go ‘I hope they like it’. 

It doesn’t matter if you don't, that's just how I feel especially considering how fast this kind of started.

Despite the fact that I do enjoy writing, even I have to stop and admit, ‘Yeah, that was a little cringe’. I’m not sure if you guys see it, but I think there’s a difference from when you’re reading a scene and writing it. Scenes that feel like they flow easily, actually require me to get up, stall for 30 mins, and then sit down to write it again, only to just skip to the next scene so I can avoid it. But hey, I get there in the end.

And I do like it, I really have a lot of ideas for it and I can’t wait to get to those ideas. It’s just that sometimes getting from point A to B is like climbing Mt.Everest. 

Now for your idea, I have to say the thought of a curse made to make them forget their darling forever is absolute torture to a yandere. Making them forget their darling completely tears whatever feeling of wholeness and life that they got, and replaces it back with that desperate agony. 

If they’ve been forced to completely forget them, then they’ll likely spend the rest of their lives trying to find their darlings again, but even if their darling is right in front of them they can’t feel the pull in their hearts. The yandere will likely go the way of serial yandere, attaching to whoever gives them the slight pull of their original darling desperate to feel that joy again.

That curse might be a freeing thing for darlings, because being completely forgotten from their yanderes minds is an utter blessing. With that curse, they can be freed if they desire to escape as their yandere can’t remember them being ‘the one’. 

[borderline-culture-is]

Bpd culture is typing out something here and then deleting it bc it was too negative/venty and I think we need some more positive and healing focused posts in the bpd community.

So instead have some healing related things I learned & am working on improving!:

• if I feel myself spiraling or splitting, I try to remove myself from conversations. I had to learn the hard way that I just hurt my loved ones and act toxic during severe episodes, so I'm taking measures to ensure I can be a better friend, partner, sibling etc.

• looking more therapy and rehab options. Both clinics I was at were useless, so I had to look into other things. Being around people and needing to keep my reactions "under control" is helpful - especially because we do have a "quiet room" where we can go and rest if things get too much.

• I also have ADHD, and funnily enough my ADHD meds seem to help my bpd. Looked into it and apparently that's an actual thing for some of us who have both! -- my ADHD Meds & Anti Depressants together are a huge help :) but especially the ADHD meds!

• self reflection. Looking at my actions after and realizing it was bad, learning to apologize and acknowledge my flaws. -- I cant undo the hurt I caused during severe delusional, unmedicated episodes. And I do wish I had a way to erase some things I did. I realize the best i can do is take accountability, self reflect and remove myself from situations early if necessary.

• trying to focus on the here and now. Is hard. I'm still learning that, but I'm trying my best. I can't undo the things I have done in the past, and I can't change how others from then saw me if they cut contact already. The only thing I can do is work on improving myself and getting better *now* so that future me will be a better person

• telling myself off when I'm being mean to myself. If I catch me insulting myself or something, I try to tell myself off. It's hard, especially during self splits. My FP actually made me start doing this, because they expressed not liking me insulting myself. They didn't directly tell me to tell myself off, but it started with me going "No, FP wouldn't want me saying that about myself!" Subconsciously.

• trying to shift from "I'm doing this (taking care of my body) for FP!" & seeing my FPs as my reason to live to instead be like "I'm doing this for myself, and I can share it with my friends & FP so they can see that I'm getting better!" Its one thing to tell our loved ones we are trying to heal, and another one to show them. I'm trying to not see my FP as my reason to heal, but as someone important to me who is proud of me for healing. They are there to catch me if I fall, but they shouldn't need to carry me completely.

I think I wanted to add more but my brain zoned out uhhh.... I might do a pt2 at some point.

I do think that many BPDers may need some more positivity & healing info. Because often the tags online are clogged with vents, people enabling unhealthy coping techniques and delusions.

So I hope this helps someone out there. I don't blame anyone who isn't ready yet to get better, for whatever reason. I've been there for a long time and it took ages for that wall to break down. But I'm finally starting to work on it.

-🧪🦝

hey, even for the mods these things really mean a lot and I appreciate little pieces of advice so much!!!

(however just remember that you are allowed to have your emotions and experience them)

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

Here’s a sort of…. Prompt? Headcanon? Idea?? For Danny Phantom.

Let’s go with the,, semi-fanon idea of cores. We see the Far Frozen with ice powers, with their whole little civilization. They are ALSO the only ghosts we see that have any medical knowledge.

So what if ghosts with ice cores had healing powers? Danny is very durable, but he also (probably) has advanced healing.

Idk, it’d be a fun possibility to explore Danny ‘plays as a tank in irl superheroics 4 times out of 5’ Phantom finding out he can heal people while doing a school-mandated cpr class.

[orcelito]

Several months late, the landlord finally picked up the dehumidifier from my kitchen

Would've been nice had I been told they were coming though 💀 so I could've cleaned up the grocery bags on the floor that I hadn't put away yet 💀💀💀💀💀