#of course you can!!! i'd love to see it!!

[adieutristana]

of course! thank you for requesting <3

so i lost this request but did get a screenshot. anyways never tone it down! being sassy is not a bad thing!

summary; headcanons of arcane women with a sassy girlfriend.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn, lest.

tags/warnings; fluff, maybe some crack?, possibly suggestive in some parts, s2 spoilers, reader is feminine/femme, can’t think of anything else

men and minors dni.

jinx;

✧.* jinx is right there with you- hello season two.

✧.* she never sees your attitude as a problem, frankly. she's usually the one to be told that she has an attitude problem despite never seeing anything wrong with it. why would she see it as a problem?

✧.* but if anyone else were to insinuate that you had an attitude problem, you need to tone it down, any of that, believe that jinx is jumping in and defending you. both with her words and physically.

✧.* "hey, i'd watch what you're saying," she'd bite, right before whipping out her pistol and pressing the cold barrel to some poor guy's neck. jinx isn't bothered by how his eyes widen, he immediately starts trembling or even his blubbered apologies. "she'll talk to you how she wants to talk to you. got that?"

✧.* seriously, though, i think jinx would consider it pretty fun to have a girlfriend just as, if not more sassy than she is. she’s been told to tone it down, to watch her mouth, but you’ve always understood because you’re the exact same way. and that makes it so much more fun.

✧.* sometimes you guys feed off each other, and jinx finds it one of her pastimes. she's always had a smart mouth, especially when it comes to her sister, randoms in zaun, and topsiders. could you imagine sassing them together? incredible.

✧.* "fancy topsider here- that top's outta season, you know?" you'd giggle, playfully elbowing jinx in the process. it'd earn a laugh from her, though a grimace from said topsider. "i know. you guys are all high and mighty but can't even follow your own rules? please. i could do better tying together yarn."

✧.* and then there's times where someone's getting under your skin, you say something witty back, and she finds herself falling for you all over again. something about a girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind and is confident.. it's so attractive to jinx.

✧.* the fact that you're so confident, you don't give a shit how others perceive you, it's just amazing to her! she loves that you're so sure of yourself and you're not afraid to ruffle some feathers if need be. you're just expressing yourself in the way that works best for you!

✧.* "jeez, toots, do you have any idea how hot that was?" she'd grin, slinging an arm around you and pulling you in close to her side, her lips landing on your cheek in a wet kiss. "all i did was stand up to some dickhead." "still, that was hot! agh, you should've seen yourself!"

✧.* jinx also really loves that you're not afraid of how she perceives you, even though you're in a relationship. jinx is used to people being afraid of her, willing to do anything they can to avoid crossing paths with her. they'll lower their voices around her and try to say things they know will keep them on their good side- but not you.

✧.* and if anything? she finds that intriguing. because she knows you'd never be rude to her or sass her necessarily, but the way you're so confident around her knowing her reputation has her falling deeper and deeper.

✧.* like.. you could just be talking to jinx about something so mundane, and the way you hold your chin up and the tone you use would make her want to jump you and kiss you senseless.

vi;

✧.* are you kidding?? vi would find it so, so attractive! don't know who here has heard of the stereotype of 'femmes with attitude problems' but that's basically what i got from this request, and my god does vi love it. you're not afraid to mouth someone off in a pretty skirt, and that does something to her!

✧.* you could be talking off someone who's annoying you, your tone one that people would usually reprimand all while holding your chin up high, and it would leave vi feeling weak.

✧.* would she want you to be like that to her? depends on the context, usually not- behind closed doors after hours, sure. but gods, just seeing you with your brows furrowed, tossing your hair and crossing your arms while mouthing someone off is just incredible to vi.

✧.* she doesn’t see it as a problem the way she knows others might. while vi sees how it could be a problem, with the way you get yourself into situations with respected figures, she still thinks it’s a good thing.

✧.* vi loves that you’re confident. loves that you’re sure of yourself, and you don’t care what others think of you. she’s confident in her own ways as well- the brawl, the strength. the way she’s built herself out of seemingly nothing. but it’s different when it comes to you.

✧.* vi isn't exactly shy, but she's the more quiet and calm of you. and she likes to have that balance- the one who stays out of the way for the most part, and the one who isn't afraid to cause a stir. the confident one. you bring out each other's strengths and compliment each other.

✧.* “and then, i told him his mother was probably so disappointed when she’d seen how he turned out! and all he had to tell me was to watch my tone. can you believe it?” you’d ask, scoffing with your arms crossed over your chest. “no,” vi would shrug, though she’s honestly too awestruck to form meaningful sentences. “but you handled him well, if that’s all he had to say.”

✧.* vi makes sure to reign you in sometimes though- not because she thinks your attitude is a problem, but because she knows others might and she doesn't want to see things escalate to a dangerous point. it's all out of concern for your safety :(

✧.* "hey, you probably shouldn't be using that tone with her-" "why not?" you'd protest, furrowing your brows. "because she could send people to whoop your ass in minutes. you're right, but she'll just be offended. please."

✧.* she'll never voice her admiration for your demeanor and attitude necessarily, but she has a sneaking suspicion that you already know. it's in the way that she can only stare at you while you're being sassy, the way she's flushed when you're next to her walking like you own the damn city. you may not actually own the city, but you've got that exact hold over vi's heart.

mel;

✧.* i feel like she'd be a bit taken aback at first, usually people are very careful with how they speak to mel. she's one of piltover's most influential figures if not the most influential, a councilor. so seeing your confidence and the fact that you don't really care about making a good impression on her, it surprises mel.

✧.* but that surprise turns into intrigue rather quickly. she's never seen anyone quite like you, and it's interesting. that air about you is something she grows to admire over time, because it's something she's never had.

✧.* mel has to be very careful with what she says, both as a medarda and as a councilor. she has a reputation to keep, and public relations to preserve. so in a way, she admires you for being unafraid to speak your mind. for being unabashedly yourself. she sees something in you that she wishes she had.

✧.* but she isn't jealous! not at all. if anything, she just respects you a lot more for being able to do some of the things she could only dream of.

✧.* and trust me, there are times where she wishes she could tell someone off. wishes she could throw some smartass remark in their face, but she can't because of who she is- and you're more than happy to step in for her. she comes from a prestigious family, but you don't.

✧.* "darling, it's fine, really-" "no. they were messing with you, why would i just let that slide?"

✧.* "hey! you think just because you're a councilor, you can talk to her like that?" you'd scoff, placing your hands on your hips. pressing your glossed lips together in a scowl, while tugging your girlfriend close to you. daring him to challenge you. "and who are you?" "her girlfriend. who are you?"

✧.* while mel won't say anything after the fact beyond shaking her head with crossed arms, she really does appreciate you sticking up for her. she just warns you to not go too far, because it could reflect badly on the both of you in terms of press.

✧.* and seeing you be so confident, so sure of yourself, does inspire mel a good amount. she's always had problems with her perception of herself, having grown up with a mother like hers. finding out that she was a mage didn't help any either, and she's felt lost. but seeing you so secure in yourself, not giving a damn what others think, it makes her think that maybe she could be like that, too.

✧.* not exactly like you, no. you both are your own people, but that's the beauty of your partnership. two people from different walks of life, with different attitudes, who compliment each other. who love each other.

✧.* "and then, i walked off! because who the hell am i to let someone waste my precious time?" you'd scoff, tossing your hair over your shoulder in that dramatic way you often do. all the while, mel is just staring- her hand rested in her chin. "you're awfully cute, do you know that?" and you'd chuckle, placing a light kiss to her cheek. "i do, but it's always nice to hear it from you."

sevika;

✧.* yeah she's smitten. i think at first, sevika might try to act as if she's annoyed by your behavior, but truly, it's attractive to her. your confidence and demeanor is like a magnetic pull.

✧.* sevika is also confident and unafraid, but she's gruff. she keeps to herself, she's more rough around the edges, and she's not nearly as expressive as you are. so it's familiar to her, but your approach is new.

✧.* she doesn't know exactly what to make of you. one of the first times she'd spoken to you out of turn was to let you know- "you're... different. somethin' about you, i've never seen it before. huh."

✧.* though after more time spent with you (though reluctant at first) she grows to accept and even admire your attitude. sevika's never been the most friendly or warm person, but part of her rough demeanor and harsh words are a survival tactic. but for you it comes naturally- your sass and rough words are just a part of who you are.

✧.* and after even more time, i think she'd come to appreciate it. maybe even find it funny. seeing the look on people's faces when some dressed-up girl with her hands on her hips starts mouthing off is pure gold to sevika. they'd underestimated you, and you had no problem putting them in their place.

✧.* there's times you just get fed up, you're not being listened to by someone and it's frustrating. they underestimate you, maybe because you're not as traditionally aggressive as the rest of zaun's folks, maybe because of your appearance. either way, it gets under your skin. "hey! i'm talkin' here, in case you forgot," you'd scoff, snapping in front of the person's face. sevika watches from the sidelines, and she'll step in if she needs to. but she also knows you can handle yourself just fine.

✧.* or there's times where sevika's brought you along to the casino with her. you're sat next to her along with a group of guys from the industry- some old acquaintances, colleagues who had left the world of crime, the like. you're not exactly participating, but you know what's going on. sevika's got these guys in a trap, she always does. she's a damn good player.

✧.* until someone decides he's done with her skills and moves, slamming his deck of cards down on the table. "fuck this, 'vika. you've gotta be cheating, there's no way-" "that she's winning? maybe you just suck at this! ever thought of that, huh?"

✧.* sevika's trying so damn hard to bite back a laugh, but a little chortle does escape her. "the fuck are you laughing at?!" he'd ask, his jaw open in an expression of shock. offense that you'd dare talk to him like that. "you heard the girl."

✧.* the two of you balance each other out that way. the roughened woman on the front lines, who takes no bullshit and fights like no tomorrow- with the headstrong, sassy woman. the one with a pretty face, yet a sharp tongue.

caitlyn;

✧.* caitlyn might be a bit jealous at first. she's got a lot of thoughts, and she's a very opinionated person. she comes from a long line of influential figures, and her role is an important one to the people of piltover. but it's precisely those things that make it so she has to watch what she says. caitlyn can't say exactly what she wants to or means, because she has a reputation to keep and she can't afford to burn any bridges.

✧.* but it's nothing personal, of course, and with getting to know you better that jealousy turns to admiration. she's happy that you're able to advocate for yourself in that way, and that you have some of the freedom she doesn't.

✧.* and her seeing a pretty girl mouth someone off and put her foot down? seeing you know exactly what you're saying, what you're worth, and how to express yourself? yeah caitlyn doesn't have a chance.

✧.* with the amount of opinions caitlyn has and things she wants to say, the thinks that it's good you're outspoken, good that you're 'sassy.' she understands that others may see it as a problem, but she's never gotten that perspective herself. the way she sees it- more power to you.

✧.* "don't hold back," she'd tell you. "if you've got something to say, say it, damn it. it's only too much for people who can't take it."

✧.* the two of you become rather attuned to one another, and it's like you can tell what cait is thinking and vice versa. if caitlyn won't say it, you sure as hell will.

✧.* you'd be observing while at a gathering with your girlfriend, an event with some of the most influential figures in piltover in attendance. she's dressed to the nines, poised and proper in everything she does- though other guests are testing her patience.

✧.* "hey, leave her alone," you'd say, idly twirling your empty glass in one hand. "dunno what you've got going on, but she's clearly not interested in your ideas. i bet she thought of the same thing when she was twelve."

✧.* though the person on the receiving end is flustered and trying to brush off what you've just said, caitlyn is enamored. it's mere seconds before the woman is pulling you into the next room, slamming her lips onto yours. "gods, that was great," she'd mutter between rushed kisses, her arms snaking around your waist. "the look on his face."

✧.* your confidence just makes you all the more attractive to cait. you've got a good head on your shoulders, and you know that. you're damn beautiful, and you know that. there's no beating around the bush, only your shameless expression. it's amazing.

✧.* as far as caitlyn is concerned? she's got nothing to worry about as long as she has you by her side. she knows how to command a room, and you know how to demand one. you're better together!

lest;

✧.* she might be a bit taken aback at first, though it isn't a matter of intimidation. you're just different to lest, and she's not sure exactly what to do with that. she's always been the more peaceful, more observant one. she sits back and does her job while stroking clients' egos and telling them what she knows will make them happy.

✧.* she's expressive, yes, but she doesn't have nearly as much bite as you do. her confidence is something more innate, she just is and doesn't have the same air as you do. but lest does come to appreciate your demeanor and fire for what it is. comes to love it, in fact.

✧.* she's just in awe. you're so beautiful, so confident, but you've got a mouth on you. she's heard what others have said: that you need to know your place, that your attitude is a problem, that you need to watch yourself before you get into some real trouble.

✧.* but to lest, these traits are only something that makes you all the more alluring. the way she puts it, it's as if you've put a spell on her with your words and body language alone. a spell she hopes never wears off.

✧.* she's so in love with the way you carry yourself, and how secure you are within yourself. you don't take shit, that's for sure- whether it's a "hey, i wasn't done talking," or "i know the idea's good, i've only been pushing it this whole time!" the way you know exactly who you are and what you're worth enraptures lest.

✧.* you could be out in public with her, someone casting sideways glances at you for some reason you can't quite figure out- though it doesn't exactly matter. her tail swishing side to side, wide eyes keeping watch of everything around her. though she notices you looking at someone for a bit longer than usual. "everything alright, dear?" she'd ask.

✧.* "yeah," you'd affirm, though you'd be clenching your fists at your side. "just looks like someone has a staring problem. a real bad one." she'd look over to the figure, someone who seemingly doesn't belong here anyways. "i'll take care of him. don't worry about it."

✧.* it's mere seconds before you're marching over to the guy, tapping your foot and telling him off- "do i have something on my face, huh?" "no, i-" "then stop staring!"

✧.* she also comes to learn that you'll step in for her if needed. you never cause any harm- you're sassy, not violent. but if a client is getting a little too demanding with her and you're by her side, lest can count on you to tell them they need to remember she can very easily drop them.

✧.* afterward, you're always quick to tug her close to you, pressing light kisses to her spotted cheeks. "you okay, love?" you'd ask, your voice uncharacteristically tender. "i'm okay, darling, really," she'd affirm. pressing closer to your touch. "but thank you. i probably wouldn't have done that myself."

[koalemoslepus]

I use to work in professional fine jewelry sales but didn't last long for a myriad of reasons

Not insignificantly autism and a life long disdain for the wealthy -

But one of the reasons was I kept getting trouble for successfully recommending moissanite

Like

I dunno to me it was awesome

Fucking cloned

Space rock

Id be like Yeah Id prefer one

I'd leave out the unspoken but ever very loud parts of risking child slave labor on your finger cause like I wouldn't have the opportunity to change more outcomes if I-

Does it really bare repeating in a place like that ?

So I'd tell them in gushing coos how I'd like some enormous stone on my finger one day, maybe it could even be made by my partner ! They He's in Stem you know- so its romantic to think maybe a nice well air conditioned lab with health benefits like that could bring me both a stone and a home hahahahha-hahahahhaha- hahaha

Oh my glasses? The heart shapes ? Thank you- Yes they're prescription, yes I've worn a pair like them for years they're so fun aren't they- yes I do love pink , I can't wait for my big fat stone ring to match it -

Oh didn't you know with that big space rock you can get it in any shape and color you like, for a fraction of the price. No no it's practically the same hardness and clarity as the diamond , see look on this scale-

Oh what's that you don't like those spots in your diamond? Oh but that's how you know it's a natural , earth's little kisses you know hahahhaha- aaah

-Oh a diamond without them... of course of course uhm how about this- oh it's out of budget and a bit smaller than we'd planned okay well

This one then!

Oh I know I'm so sorry it's still smaller than what you hoped for but you see according this scale -

Labs? Of course I know it used to be a 4 letter word surrounding engagement rings but that's an old fashioned way of thinking about it that came from our grandparents, gold under the mattress that sort of things, diamonds really can't be bartered easily despite common myth, unless you're in some fantastical scenario where you must trade your ring for your life hahahaha -sweats in current political climate and distracts the Romani ancestors- but then it's really about appearances right??

Anywho we honor upgrades here whatever you chose and have been in business three generations, you'll get the most value from trading in with us later- as far as wear goes well chemically they're exactly the same, I should know I'll be engaged to a chemist soon enough hahahahahaha - ahahaha- -breathe-

Moissanite? -Does not acknowledge the predatory eyes behind my shoulder, who watches now like a tiger that sent its cub out but comes stalking when there's no blood to paint it's paws with, only squawks-

Well I'll add them to your next showing, sure alongside some labs just for comparison right? but I promise to keep searching for a naturally mined diamond that makes you happy,

They'll be in this time, this day- /tells them my availability and that of course anyone can help that anytime they come in but prays it's not Tuesday and Thursdays when the boss travels to come into the office/

A perfect showcase lines up in clear faced little boxes showing them all of the stones and ontop growing where stones shrinks is a price labeled in crisp black ink

Here are your drinks, I'll leave you two with them a moment and come back with my tools to more closely examine them in just a moment- Uh yes of course, you want to see which one in your band? Oh yes if you go with that one, you would be able to put diamonds embedded in your actual band or side stones even- what are we thinking let me grab the tablet. Here that's what that all looks like.....mm okay well lemme just flip the embedded gems to labs and- yes ? Yes? Yes we can look at wedding bands, now

you've got plenty of budget for both today don't you you're welcome dude horse to water much...

Yay! We all settled? Great! I love these choices!! Like I said I love moissanite too I think they're just so romantic, and look now you've only got to do the hard parts for the wedding hahaha aww thank you, team work yeah who'd thunk? (ME ME ME ME ME ME ME and that's with the fact I had to usually overcut lab prices so we could undercut earth mined diamonds margins by the 1000s of made up dollars worth hairs

To constantly keep tricking rich people or poor fucks who fell for the hype to buy them outta there

Fuck I hated working in jewelry

Oh and don't buy from the chains, thats another problem I faced with people being scared to buy labs because I legit had people come in with rotting out rhinestones (that I had to watch them recieve The Truth For) after spending what little savings they had so when they and everyone they knew were suddenly very guarded to getting anything other than a natural diamond cause someone HAD THE HEARTLESSNESS TO LIE TO THEIR FACE LIKE THAT BRUH like where I worked were villians surely if by trade than nothing else but like like but not irredeemable entirely. I can't even be like put that shit back in the earth cause that's pollution like -

told my girlfriend that if she proposes i want a secondhand wedding ring. i explained i don't want to contribute to a vanity-based industry like diamond mining, and that it would be important to me to continue marriage traditions in a way that causes minimal environmental and personal harm. she asked me if i was just trying to roll the dice on obtaining a haunted object, and i told her i can want two things.

[nonranghaes]

hyunjin feels the way your hand curls around his elbow, fingers pressing into his skin as you gently tug to get his attention. it flits away from the person he's talking to all too easily, and all it takes is you asking for a moment alone for him to agree to it. his heart is fluttering in his chest now as you guide him to the balcony, sliding the door open a little further so the two of you can slip through and stand out in the night air. it's slightly chilly, but he doesn't mind. not when he's next to you, a few steps away from the glass doors so that the two of you have privacy.

"so?" you rock on your heels, a little visibly nervous now. "did you like it?"

"i loved it." his voice is soft as he gazes at you. you'd thrown together a little party for him on short notice, complete with a batch of cupcakes that he found out from felix that you made for him yourself. "you didn't have to throw me a party."

you frown a little. "did you not want one?"

"that's not what i meant." he lowers himself onto the little outdoor sofa he helped chris pull up here an eternity ago, all for the promise of a warm meal when everyone else was too busy to help. the two had ended up sitting out here for hours, just enjoying the view. of course chris would let you use his place for this: it's his part in this plan, in making hyunjin feel loved. "i just meant... i know you did this last minute. and... i know it stressed you out. you don't have to put yourself through that."

"you're worth it." you settle next to him, hands in your lap. "i just... i really like spending time with you, hyunjin. and i like doing things for you, because you're sweet, and you're good at saying things i struggle with. you deserve the world." you look at him, gaze soft. there's something warm lingering in it.

and hyunjin realizes while you're rambling that things aren't as one-sided as he once thought. it's somewhere between you mentioning how much you love being around him when he lets you watch him indulge in his art and when you start talking about how you needed today to go perfect for him because he deserves it that it just hits him.

so he kisses you. just on the cheek (he's a romantic deep down, he thinks, and he doesn't want his first kiss with you to be right here where anyone could peek out and see and immediately yell back that the idiots have finally figured it out), but his lips linger against your skin for a few extra selfish seconds, and he thinks he can see the sparks as your brain short-circuits for a second when you go completely silent.

you turn to face him after a moment. "you...?"

he nods after a moment. "i do." his fingers curl around your hand, and he doesn't think much of it as he fans his fingers around his own wrist to slide a bracelet from his wrist to yours. it suits you more than him. "can i pick where we go?"

and you just nod. "i'd love that." but before either of you can move, you lean in, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "happy birthday, silly. i'm glad you're here."

[endofthelinegang]

Would Matt Murdock have hard time being around an emotional & sensitive person? Like, when someone raises their voice slightly or be mean to me, I'd be holding back tears.

alrighty let me crack my fingers here, whip out the keyboard, here are some headcanons and a little bonus fic

Matt picks up on every little change in your heartbeat, breathing. There is no hiding your sensitive behavior and feelings. He’ll know the second something is wrong and will gently nudge you to talk about it.

He’s used to dealing with intensity and conflict, but when it comes to you it is personal which makes him a lot softer. If someone raises their voice at you, Matt immediately steps in, positioning himself between you and the other person, voice low and steady. “Hey, that’s enough.” He doesn’t need to get aggressive, he is confident that his presence will do the job.

When he senses you’re on the verge of tears, he’ll make sure that he is properly handling the situation. He will either reach for your hand or if you are in a group, even a small one, he would guide you somewhere quieter. He knows how embarssing it can be to have a crashout moment or a cry in public. He is just the right amount of touch, not too brutish but not so soft it makes your skin tingle.

Matt’s seen the worst of humanity, he in fact has told you that humans are the worst monsters to ever exist. Your kindness and sensitivity? It’s a kind of a relief, I mean to see a human be human in a non-criminal way, happy heart moment. He never gets frustrated if you’re overwhelmed easily. Instead, he’ll talk you through it, using that soothing lawyer voice of his. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”

If someone makes you cry, he interalizes it. He won’t lose his mind and go on a killing spree, but there’s a quiet, dangerous edge to him if you allow him to confront the responsible party and or person. He would not go out of his way to do that outside of your permission unless you were physically injured.

If you’re spiraling, he’ll do whatever you need him to do, of course he does not always expect you to be able to tell him. His go to is to take you anywhere that is away from everyone else and firstly try light touch and talking, if that is not sucessful then physical touch with your body as his guide, and if nothing else he will give you space and just sit with you.

He admires your ability to feel so deeply. He’s seen too many people become numb to the world, himself included sometimes. Loving you reminds him that softness isn’t a weakness—it’s a strength.

Matt hears it before you even step through the door—the unsteady rhythm of your breathing, the uneven thump of your heartbeat, the way your shoe pats against the floor like you’re quickly tapping, possibly shaking.

Something happened, something Matt knew he would not like.

He feels you, tracks the way your keys rattle to open the door. Then the door opens, and even though you don’t say a word, he feels the weight settle into the apartment with you, he hears the tiniest sigh escape your lips.

You linger in the doorway, hesitant, like there’s something pressing against your chest, something you can’t quite push down. You knew Matt already knew it was written all over the way he stood with his ear facing the door just listening to every single thing you did. You don’t even take off your coat, don’t put your bag down—just stand there, staring at your shoes.

Matt sets his cane aside as quietly as he can, stepping toward you carefully. “Sweetheart?” His voice is quiet, meant to coax, but you still flinch ever so slightly as you completely spaced out.

“Hey,” you say, and the sound of it makes his stomach twist. It’s thin, a ghost of your usual tone, fragile like brittle glass.

He waits for you to say more, maybe even start to sob or cry, but you don’t. You don’t move, don’t breathe properly, like you’re standing with a gun pointing into your back.

“Talk to me,” he says, stepping closer. “What happened?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “It’s stupid.” The words slip out under your breath like they were not even meant to be spoken.

His brows pull together. “It’s not.”

You hesitate, your fingers twisting into the hem of your sleeve, you could feel your face heat up. A type of heat that would travel everywhere in your body that allowed you to move just with trickling pains. Then it all spilled out.

“I went to meet up with some people after work.” You pause, choosing your words carefully, like they might come out wrong if you’re not precise.. “I thought—God, I don’t know. I thought they were my friends.”

Matt’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t speak. He just listens.

“They weren’t mean exactly,” you continue, you could not stop playing little moments about that interaction through your head, it felt like it would never end. “It was just little things.”

Your breathing shudders, as you allow yourself to use more of your body to take steps, the sound of your shoes were just as loud to you as they were to Matt.

“They kept talking over me. Every time I tried to say something, they’d just—move on, like I wasn’t even there. And when they did acknowledge me, it was just—” You break off, swallowing hard. “Little jokes. Stuff about how I’m too sensitive, how I take things too seriously, how I always ‘look like I’m about to cry.’”

Matt feels a sharp, quiet anger coil in his chest, but he keeps his voice soft when he speaks. “Did you say anything to them?”

You let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Yeah. And you know what they did? They laughed. Said I was proving their point.”

Matt closes his eyes for a brief moment, his jaw clenching hard enough that it aches. He knows—God, he knows—that kind of cruelty, the kind that hides behind lightness, the kind that makes you feel like you’re the problem.

You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, your breath hitching. “I hate this,” you whisper. “I hate that I can’tjust brush things off, that stuff like this gets to me so much.” Your voice breaks on the last word, small and aching.

Matt steps in without hesitation, if anyone knew how it felt to not be heard or understood. Though he did not interalize his feelings as deeply as you he knew how damiging to the mind not being understood could be. The closer he got to you the louder your heartbeat seemed to get, your skin looked red and angry especially your hands.

His hands find yours, gently prying them away from your face. His touch is steady, warm, careful. He cradles your face in his hands letting you keep your hands to yourself, his thumbs ghosting over your cheekbones, tracing the heat lingering beneath your skin, the tremble in your lips. His hands feel cool against your face, a nice soft cool.

“You feel things deeply,” he murmurs, voice low and sure. “That’s not a flaw.”

Your throat works, but you don’t speak, something about being able to smell his cologne and slight leathery smell from the couch made you feel okay to breathe.

Matt leans down, resting his forehead against yours, his breath warm and steady. “They don’t get to decide what’s too much. They don’t get to tell you that you’re wrong for feeling.”

You let out a shaky breath, and your hands come up, gripping his wrists, grounding yourself with him.

“But they made me feel so—” Your breath hitches again, and the words spill out before you can stop them. “So small.”

Matt feels that, too. A loss of a sense is enough to make freshly blind young Matt feel so tiny when he was a child and that is a very hard feeling to forget. To think about the fact that you felt this way so often shook him up. Something in his chest cracks, deep and aching. Because he knows. He knows what it’s like to be dismissed, to be talked over, to have the world act like you’re invisible. He knows how it rots inside you, how it makes you doubt your own voice, your own presence.

He slides his arms around you, pulling you close, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. He holds you like you’re something precious, he softens your hair down on your head as he feels you attempt to settle down.

“You are not small,” he murmurs into your hair, voice thick with emotion. “Not to me.”

Your body shudders, and then you break, your arms wrapping around him as you bury yourself in his comforting presence. He feels the damp heat of your tears against his collar, the way your shoulders shake as you let go, letting him hold you, letting yourself be seen.

Matt presses a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his hands tracing slow circles against your back.

“You’re going to be okay,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

And this time, when you grip him tighter, when you press yourself closer like you believe him—Matt knows you do.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Honestly, I’m surprised no one is bothered that the game itself pulled ugly means bad and good means pretty? Suspiciously, Silver’s pretty parents did no wrong and that one ugly dude is cartoonishly evil? Why did they even do it at all?

[This post and this post might be relevant!]

To be fair, these are the only blatant instances in all of Twst so I think people were willing to overlook it? They're exceptions and not the rule, essentially. I don't think the fandom (at least EN) at large classifies the Dawn Knight as purely good, as he's often called a colonizer (or at least complicit in colonization) and a mother murderer. You could also argue that Dawn Knight looks the way he does in order to quickly convey to the audience that he and Silver are related--and because Silver is handsome, then so is the Dawn Knight. That means the public only really has two characters that hardly get screen time to go off of as falling into the lookist stereotypes. Most of the other characters, especially those in the main cast, are aesthetically pleasing but are also both good and evil. Since the main cast are who we spend the most time with, the focus is more on the message that anyone is capable of those extremes. NPCs like Maleanor and Baur are also characterized as having the capacity for good and evil. On one hand, they are loving family members--but on the other hand, they are racist to humans and/or can be incredibly violent towards their loved ones.

Conversely, we actually don't know a ton about Heinrick or Leah, so the writers instead use physical appearance as a shorthand for how "good" they are. It's a trick that's used a lot in visual mediums to get across characterization really quickly. Of course, that doesn't necessarily make it "right" and I necessarily agree with it, but it definitely is easy to do.

Honestly, I'd say the devs don't really have a choice when it came to Leah since she never got any spoken lines and no NPCs had the chance to describe her character. The writers had to default to some other method to indicate her personality without dialogue since we only see her in a memory. It's more egregious for Heinrick to be designed the way that he is, since we heard countless Silver Owl soldiers complain about him on Battle Maps before actually meeting him. We already had a sense for what kind of person Heinrick was, but then the game had to take it a step further and make him physically unappealing to really drive it home when I don't think that was needed.

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I pre-S4 I secret relationship AU I rated M I 3.9 k I angst I S4 fix-it I time skips

This was going to be a fully fleshed out story but I lost the umpf to finish, it just felt unnecessary to commit to an entire fic, so here's the rough draft for anyone interested.

July 10th, 1985

Eddie answered the door to find Steve Harrington standing off the porch, one foot on the bottom step, looking a bit like mangled raccoon roadkill, with somehow still an immaculate head of hair.

“Whoa, man, who'd you piss off this time?”

Steve slow blinked up at him. “I don't wanna talk about it. You open for business?”

He didn't normally take house calls but they weren't in school right now - Steve never would be again, the lucky bastard - and Eddie was saving up for a new amp, so yeah, he was open for business today.

“For you, Moneybags, always.” He held the door open wide.

Steve walked in, mumbling, “Not sure Moneybags is accurate now that I'm unemployed.”

“Well, then your money is even more precious. You could've spent it all on Budweiser but you chose me.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Steve.

“Don't know any other drug dealers,” he pointed out.

Eddie scowled. “C'mon, man, give me the illusion of being special.”

Steve's lips quirked, playful, even though it must've been stretching that cut painfully. “Oh, Munson, only your steller ditch weed can save me!”

Eddie would never admit it but the fact that he played along, albeit sarcastically, made him give Steve an extra pre-roll for free.

***

Aug 16th 1985

“And I said to her, ‘You can't expect me to tell you that. It's against the bro code or something,’ not that we were ever actually bros, it's the principle, right? But then she gives me the fuckin’ wet eyes, like I'm killing her-”

Eddie wasn't really listening, he was more focused on the task at hand, but Steve was a talker and Eddie had made peace with that weeks ago, so he politely hummed and nodded as needed to keep him going.

“Shit.”

“What?” Steve stopped monologuing to ask.

“Nothin’, just didn't have as much in this bag as I thought.” He put the tray aside and got up to grab another sack. There should be enough to round out Steve's usual six joints in his dresser stash.

“Anyway,” Steve continued on, unperturbed by the interruption, “I said to her-” He continued to wax about Nancy fucking Wheeler while Eddie dug through his top drawer. Ridiculous man couldn't wait thirty seconds, no, had to follow Eddie into his room. “Like Byers has the balls to cheat on her, ya know? And what the fuck am I supposed to do about it if he did? Fly to California and… Huh.”

“What?”

He was so wrapped up in looking for the right strain, he didn't turn to look until Steve's continued silence became weird.

He should've just given Steve five joints and charged him less.

“Uhhh. I can explain?”

Steve looked up from the skinmag on Eddie's side table and laughed. Actually laughed. “Oh yeah? I'd love to hear it.”

Why did he look so happy about it? Christ, he was literally bouncing on his toes.

“You're being weirdly chill about this,” he pointed out when Steve continued to grin.

“It's just funny, I guess. I have that same one.”

Time stopped. It started back up of course but not in any way that made sense. Because Steve was giving him that look, that open faced ‘See anything you like?’ look, with the steely eyed determination of a man who knew what he was doing. He'd seen that look before, in clubs, on the street. The problem Eddie was trying to work out wasn't so much ‘Could Steve Harrington really be queer?’, it was ‘Could Steve Harrington really want to fuck around with me?’

“What the fuck does that mean?” He asked, sure he was reading this wrong.

Steve cocked his head. “It means exactly what it sounds like.”

He turned to give Steve his full attention. “You, Steve Harrington, own the August edition of Drummer magazine.”

“Yes.”

“The gay porn mag.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He watched as Steve's face turned a lovely shade of pink. “To look at pictures of naked men and jerk off,” he said calmly, despite the blush. “Also the articles are well written and informative.”

That shocked a laugh out of Eddie. He crossed his arms and leaned up against the dresser. “Uh huh. What was your favorite one?”

“That story about the military rites of passage. Something about being told what to do gets me going.”

It could've just been a good guess, Eddie supposed, but he didn't think so.

“Oh yeah, private?” He said, all bravado. “Drop and give me twenty.”

The bravado died a soldier's death as he watched Steve hit the floor, on his knees, and then begin doing actual pushups. He watched up until twelve or so - the play of muscle under that blue and white polo was really something - before stopping him with a laugh.

“Get up, you fuckin' jock. We get it, you're in great shape.”

Steve did stop but only so he could sit back on his heels, hands placed firmly on his thighs, to look up at Eddie as though awaiting further instructions.

He gulped.

***

Sept 28th 1985

Eddie had his hand down Steve's pants, sucking a sizable hickey on his neck, when Steve blurted out, “Teen Wolf is playing at the Drive-In in Shelbyville.”

He backed away slowly, swimming through a haze of horny confusion to mumble, “The fuck?”

“Um. Just sayin'.”

“‘Just sayin'?’ Why are you ‘just sayin'’ right now?” He articulated this with a heavy squeeze to Steve's dick.

“Ha!” Steve arched toward him while also wincing in embarrassment. “I just wanted to ask before I forgot.”

A drop of cold lead sank Eddie's stomach. “Ask…what?”

He blinked at Eddie in the dark. “Do you wanna go? To the movies? With me?”

Heat washed out the cold feeling and replaced it with mounting anger; Eddie slowly pulled his hand from Steve's pants. He watched Eddie back away with wide-eyed confusion, going to ask what was wrong probably, but Eddie beat him to it, unwilling to hear the concern in his voice.

“I thought you understood what this was, Harrington. We don't do dates,” he spit the word like a curse. “That's something you do with the nice girls from your daddy's country club. We get each other off in the back of my van, where no one can see it rocking. Right? That's what this is.”

Steve's whole face shut down, giving nothing away. He gave Eddie a small nod, doing his pants back up. That was probably for the best, he was too rattled to get off now anyway.

“Yeah, I think we're done for today. Come see me when you remember what it is I'm good for.”

Steve didn't respond, just kicked open Eddie's back doors and hopped out. The beemer started a second later, not peeling out angrily, not kicking up gravel and dust in its wake, just drifted off into the night.

Eddie's hand shook as he tried to light a cigarette, flame winking in and out as his fingers slipped, another thing Steve had ruined. What an asshole, he thought, still furious. What the fuck was he thinking, asking Eddie out? That they'd just go to the movies together? Like a couple of regular people? Didn't he know that's not how things worked? If you're lucky, which Eddie was, you find a mentor to teach you the rules of staying safe. If you're not lucky, you learn the hard way.

Going steady with rich, popular boys was not on the list of approved activities.

Eddie snapped his cigarette in half and chucked it out the back door. The black of the lake beyond the trees, near invisible under a waxing moon, left him feeling sick to his stomach and lonely. The nights were getting too chilly to sit with the doors open anyway. He swung them shut and shrugged his flannel back on. The memory of Steve running his warm hands over Eddie's shoulders, slipping it off as he ran them down his back, struck Eddie like a slap to the face.

He shouldn't have freaked out. He could've handled it better. It wasn't Steve's fault he didn't know the rules. He didn't have someone like Gil to warn him about how dangerous it was out there. Oh well, it was too late to take it back now. He'd apologize when Steve came around again.

***

Oct 10th 1985

“I just don't get why he won't talk to me. I tried to see him at Family Video and he ran into the back office and locked the door. Buckley just stared at me until I was sure my hair would catch fire. Like I ever did anything to her,” he grumbled.

“Ed,” Gil sighed over the phone like Eddie was being particularly stupid, “he wanted to take you out and you yelled at him.”

When he said it like that it sounded reasonable. “Yeah, except we don't do that! You taught me that! That's not safe!”

“Oh, no. Oh, Eddie,” he sighed again. It was really starting to piss him off. “I didn't mean for you to take that to heart. You can't shut out everyone who might love you-”

“Love me?!” He screeched. “Are you insane? He didn't love me!”

“I'm not saying he did, I just mean you can't expect everyone you sleep with is going to agree no strings attached forever. Eventually you're going to fall for someone, and then all the bullshit running around in secret, that shit becomes worth it. I wasn't trying to stop you from falling in love, I was just trying to teach you how to get around safely.”

Eddie sputtered. He was so confused. Where was the burly, son of a bitch, leather vest wearing, biker bear who once told Eddie where to find the best glory holes in a new town? What the fuck was the shit about falling in love? That wasn't supposed to be in the cards for him. And certainly not with Steve Harrington. That was never going to be a thing. Not in the cards, not in the casino, not in Las Vegas itself! But all of a sudden he was allowed to date if he was sure the other person was worthy? Since when?!

Gil, instead of taking pity on him, doubled down. “I think it's probably too late with this Steve fella, but Eddie, don't push away the next one who takes an interest in you. Okay? It's still rough out there, it's still dangerous, but, god, what is any of this for if we aren't allowed to be in love?”

“You asshole,” he sniffed, “where was all this lovely advice two years ago?”

“You were a kid, dumb ass. If I'd told you to run off with the first guy who gave you butterflies, you'd be dead already. I was trying to keep you safe first, cut me some slack!”

“Fine! But I still blame you for fucking me on the Harrington thing. You have no idea what you cost me. Literally and figuratively. The wallet and the ass on that man.” He wasn't going to admit to missing the man attached to the wallet and the ass. It was too fresh of a realization.

“I'm sorry, kid. Seems like you really liked him.”

“What? No I didn't.”

“That why you called me and ranted about him for a half hour straight? Because you don't like him?”

Eddie scowled at the sink. “Shut up.”

Gil sighed at him again.

***

March 29th, 1986

A car had pulled up.

His blood was rushing in his ears, nothing but the sound of the ocean in a giant seashell, like the one his mom had kept on her dresser, so he didn't hear the voice at first. It wormed its way into his understanding slowly, a male voice, low, calling his name.

He grasped the bottle tighter, waited until the voice got closer, and then sprang out from under the tarp. His senses grew sharp, focusing on the dark shape in front of him. They came together hard, fell into the wall with a jarring crash. All thoughts went into stopping the body against him from hurting him first.

Hands grasped his wrist to keep the bottle from finding its mark. Strong hands, with wide knuckles, ones that Eddie hadn't seen in six months but still, unbidden, saw in his dreams.

He finally looked up and found Steve Harrington at the end of his makeshift knife.

“It's me, Eds, it's me” he was panting. “You're safe. I promise. It's okay.” He kept repeating it until Eddie finally let go of the bottle. Let go and then buried his face into Steve's neck and wept. He couldn't stop it, it just came out of him, everything, all the terror and confusion and guilt.

“I didn't do it, I didn't hurt her, it wasn't me,” he kept repeating.

“I know. I know, Eds, I know you didn't,” Steve answered, hand still running over the back of his head. Like the last six months were just a terrible dream.

He didn't even notice Steve wasn't alone, not until Henderson clasped him around the shoulder and told him there were things living under Hawkins, things that would make a horde of Beholders turn tail and run.

And they'd been dealing with it all since ‘83?

Which meant Steve was already a hardened veteran when he was goofing off in Eddie's trailer, making tusks out of pretzel rods and calling Ewoks by the wrong name.

“Jesus Christ.” He put his head between his knees and did his best to ignore Steve's hand rubbing up and down his back. He didn't want the comfort but he took it anyway.

***

March 31st 1986

“Hey, Eddie,” Steve pulled up next to him, skipping over the slimy Devil Roots with ease, “I just wanted to say thanks for savin’ my ass back there.”

Eddie chuckled lowly, not ready to say, ‘You know what you did, you macho asshole.’ “Pretty sure Wheeler saved your ass but you're welcome.”

“You definitely helped. I mean, you didn't have to swim through a portal to hell after me but you did.”

The shame of Steve giving him even an ounce of credit crept up his throat and started to choke him. Steve had been getting drug to hell by some unknown force and still Eddie had hesitated. He was a coward.

“Man, I just didn't want to be the asshole who stayed behind.”

The silence felt damning, like he should've just kept his mouth shut.

Steve jammed his hands into his ratty sweatpants. “Right.”

Now he thought Eddie didn't care at all.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he whispered, “You know that's not the whole truth, right? I know things are weird between us but I don't want you dead.”

He had to keep his eyes on the ground as they walked but out of his periphery he could see Steve nod.

“Yeah. I get it.”

He didn't but Eddie didn't know what else to say. He hadn't let himself think about what they were to each other now. Not friends, not ex’s, not strangers. He’d tried not to think about Steve at all - except what he couldn't avoid, like Henderson’s obsession with him and things his brain forced him to remember at night - since whatever they were doing ended. Since Steve left and never came back.

He opened his mouth to soften the moment, tell Steve how Henderson would've killed him in a more creative way than Vecna if he'd let Steve die, but Steve cut him off.

“I should thank you for that too.”

Eddie chanced looking over.

“For what?”

“For ending things when you did.”

The squirm in his gut worsened. They hadn't talked about it. He didn't want to talk about it. “Oh?” He choked out.

“Yeah, I was, uh, making a bigger thing out of what we, what we were doing, than I should've. I blame Robin for enabling me, she's the one who said to just ask you out like a normal person. Sorry for making it weird and ruining it. Always trying to give my heart to people who don't want it.” He chuckled morosely. “Anyway, thanks, I guess. You probably saved me from a lot more heartache later down the line.” He slapped Eddie on the back, like they were old chums, and then he skipped up to the girls without a backwards glance.

Eddie stood there, alone, gaping at his retreating back.

***

April 1st, 1986

Eddie had always been good at compartmentalizing. When his mom got sick, he got really into Tolkien, let that be his focal point in a storm of hospital visits and missed days at school. When his dad got picked up and sent to prison, he let Wayne teach him how to play guitar, which he spent most of his waking hours on. When Steve made it clear he was done with Eddie, he packed up the little pocket of time they had, the enjoyment he'd found in Steve's company, and folded it under the recesses of his mind, told himself it was all for the best, to not think of it again, and then he threw himself into Hellfire.

So, now that he’d found himself in another untenable situation, clarity struck Eddie like lightning as he thrashed on the ground - Hey, dumbass, Steve Harrington actually liked you, wanted to date you, would've fallen for you, and you fucking blew it. Not only did you blow it, you broke his fucking heart.

It was an asinine thought to have while he was actively dying but considering the alternative was acknowledging that he was being eaten alive by demon bats, he welcomed thoughts of Steve.

Steve, who Eddie had convinced himself was just scratching an itch with someone who wouldn't tell, but who had actually been telling his best friend the whole time.

Steve, who came over for weed but stayed to hang out, sometimes for hours, well before they were fooling around.

Steve, who wasn't anything like Eddie had assumed he would be, was exactly the kinda guy Eddie would've fallen for. If he was allowed.

But he had been allowed, the whole time apparently, and was too stupid to notice.

Henderson showed up a minute later, just as the bats collapsed around him, thank god. If he'd gotten the asshole killed he was fairly certain Steve would've brought him back somehow just to kill him again.

He wasted a lot of breath apologizing to Dustin, agreeing that he was totally gonna make it. Wasted some more trying to bequeath Hellfire to him. Wasted his last breath to say, “Tell Steve I'm sorry.”

Dustin wouldn't understand what for but maybe Steve would.

Just before he lost consciousness he caught Dustin saying, “Tell him yourself,” and then something that sounded suspiciously like, “Eddie! No.”

But by then he was gone.

***

Date unknown, 1986

He was never sure if what he was experiencing was real or not. Since the pain had stopped everything had a surreal quality, mostly flashes of light, some sound trickled in, shouting and crying and tires squealing; all of it was fleeting and seemed unimportant.

The first thing that felt real was Wayne's voice. Gruff and short and so, so familiar. It brought tears to his eyes. He was pretty sure anyway, hard to tell when he couldn't open them yet.

“Get your boy, Fletch, or I'm gonna break his arm.”

“Now, Wayne, we're just doin’ our job,” Chief Powell said in a softer tone than Wayne's snarl or Callahan's offense.

“Either one of you touch a hair on his head, I'll-”

“Have Steve call his famous lawyer dad,” Robin piped up from somewhere in the room, thankfully stopping Wayne from further incriminating himself.

“He's a divorce attorney,” Steve mumbled. “But he knows people!” He rallied after what Eddie imagined was a look from Robin.

A beat went by, Eddie almost slipped away in the quiet, before Chief Powell spoke up again. “You're all gonna go to bat for this kid?”

Steve responded first. “He's a hero.”

Eddie didn't get to enjoy that for long, a nurse came in to shuffle them all out of the room so they could re-up his pain meds and then it was nighty-night again.

***

Date Unknown, 1986

The next time Eddie woke, it was dark in the room, only a bit of light coming in from under the door and from the parking lot lights outside. His eyes felt gritty, heavy with sleep, but he could make out the shape of Steve in the chair beside his bed.

He was awake, staring down at the side of Eddie's mattress.

No.

Eddie followed his gaze and found Steve staring at his hand where it laid across his own forearm, careful of the tubes they were both hooked to. As soon as he saw it, he became aware of the warmth of it, Steve's huge hand draped over his cold skin.

“Feels nice,” he tried to say but it came out more garbled mess than actual words.

It was enough to get Steve's attention though.

“Eddie!” He said with excitement, relief. “What do you need? I should get the nurse.”

Eddie forced his arm to respond, to turn over and clasp Steve where he was about to remove himself. His grasp wasn't near enough to keep Steve in place but the fact that he tried kept Steve where he was.

His voice refused to cooperate, felt like coughing up glass, but he tried to communicate that Steve should stay.

“Okay, okay, I'm here. Not going anywhere. Do you need anything? Water? Pain meds?”

Eddie could definitely use both of those things but the most pressing thing, the only thing he could really think of was…

Lifting his hand to point as steadily as he could at Steve's chest.

He chuckled. “Why do you keep trying to take my shirt?”

The question made little sense. For one thing, this was the first he remembered being coherent enough to demand anything, and second, Steve wasn't wearing a shirt, he was in a hospital gown, same as Eddie.

He shook his head as best he could, a frustrated frown and a grunt to indicate that wasn't what he meant at all.

Steve leaned closer. “What is it? I don't know what you need, Eddie.”

Now that he was closer, Eddie reached out as best he could and pressed his palm to the left side of Steve's chest.

They stared at each other. Eddie could feel the tears slipping down his face but he didn't dare move his hand to wipe them away.

Slowly, like he was scared, Steve's hand came up to press Eddie's hand closer. Big and warm and missed to the point of aching, though Eddie had been loath to admit it to himself.

“You’re serious?” Steve whispered. “You want...this?”

Eddie nodded frantically.

“If you mean my tit I'm going to be so pissed at you.”

Eddie choked on a laugh. He did his very best to mouth, “That too.”

That got him a laugh, a soft one. "Some things don't change." He looked away, shy. Or not shy exactly, cautious. "I hope you remember you said all this when you wake up again. You're pretty doped up."

That was an easy fix. The drugs probably made it easier to admit but he was tired of pretending it wasn't true.

He pulled Steve's hand until it settled over his own chest, stitches and all, and forced himself to croak, "I already tried to forget, sweetheart. It didn't work."

Steve's answering smile rivaled the dawn.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE, LOVE?"

I wrote another fic with Tangerine ☝😩🖤

I hope you like it!

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

You had just gotten off work, and like every day, you headed to your favorite bar for a drink.

You sat at the bar as usual and ordered something ice cold with two ice cubes. It was insanely hot, so the ice would come in handy to cool you off.

The bartender quickly brought you your drink, and you promptly paid him back, adding a small tip for his kindness.

You turned around to take in the atmosphere. It wasn't too crowded since it was a workday evening, so the space was occupied by several people who, like you, had come there in small groups to relax a little after a day's work.

Then the door opened, and when you glimpsed a pair of dark blue pants, you almost choked on the contents of your drink.

There was no way the coworker you hated and with whom you spent most of your time arguing had chosen that exact place to hang out.

You turned around, staring at the colorful bottles in the display case behind the bartender, praying he hadn't seen you.

You didn't feel like putting up with him at that moment, YOUR moment of relaxation.

The moment you felt him approach you, you knew he'd seen you staring, and that your evening was about to get exponentially worse because of his presence.

"Hi," he greeted with a stupid little grin, pointing at the empty stool next to you. "Is it taken?"

"Yes," you lied. He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes? By whom?" " he questioned, and when you didn't respond, he sat down and ordered a whiskey from the waiter, who quickly brought it to him. "I thought so," he murmured, taking a sip of his drink before fixing his gaze on you. "I didn't expect to find you here, princess," he whispered. "I thought you'd be tucked up in bed with your kitten socks by now." He laughed.

"Very funny," you snorted, draining your drink before gesturing to the waiter to get you another one. "I was just enjoying a wonderful moment of peace and quiet by myself, so I'd like you to leave, if you please."

"Oh, come on, I just got here," he complained sarcastically. "Besides, picking on you is entertaining and fun," he smiled. "So I think I'll stay a bit longer," he declared. "Besides, I don't have anywhere else to be right now. What are you doing here?" "He asked, 'Of all the places you could be, you're here drinking alone,' he observed carefully. 'I thought girls like you didn't come to places like this.'

"It's a good bar."

"That's why I'm confused," he laughed, taking another sip of his drink.

"Fuck you," you growled under your breath, making him only laugh more.

"Oh baby, I know you'd love me to do that," he said, smug. "I'm currently booked, so we can set up a day and… you know…"

"You're an asshole. You know that?" You complained, looking away.

"Hey!" He placed his ringed hand over his heart theatrically. "What kind of way is this to treat someone who just bought you a drink?"

Your eyes widened when you realized the bartender had poured you a new drink, but you hadn't paid for it. You tilted your head at him.

"Did you pay for my drink?"

"I paid for your drink," he stated. "It's what a gentleman would do, and regardless of what you think of me, that's what I am," he defended himself. "Come on, drink."

"Did you put something in it?" you questioned. He blinked a couple of times, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Of course not!" he complained. "What kind of man do you think I am?"

"Easy, an asshole," you responded quickly.

"An asshole," he clicked his tongue before giving an amused smile. "You're charming," he murmured. "Fuck, I just wanted to be nice to you." He tilted his head. "So drink your drink, please, and tell me the real reason you're here alone tonight," he requested. "Did you come here to try and forget your problems with alcohol? Is that it?" He paused. "No, wait, I already know. They rejected you again, didn't they?" "He questioned, shaking his head. "Don't look at me like that, princess," he said. "We've known each other for quite some time. There's no point in trying to lie to me, because I'll know."

"You're one of my problems," you blurted out. He raised an eyebrow, halfway between surprised and curious.

"Oh really?" He questioned, moving a little closer to you so that your knees were touching. "Why?"

"You… are… me…" You tilted your head in bewilderment, as you gathered your thoughts. "I hate you."

"You should stop doing that."

"What?"

- Lying – he whispered – you're really bad at it – he explained – you don't hate me – he continued – in fact, I think what you feel has nothing to do with it – he whispered, boring into yours with his expressive blue eyes – the line between love and hate is very thin, darling – he said –

-I don't know what you think is going on here, but whatever it is, you're wrong – you slung your bag over your shoulder and took a last sip of your drink – thanks for the drink

You heard him swear under his breath as you stepped out onto the street. You heard him come up behind you.

"Wait, Y/N, please!" he said. "I just want to talk."

You turned to face him.

"Don't you think you've said enough?" you questioned. "You can't just say that kind of thing and expect me not to run away." You shook your head. "God, this is too much," you complained. "I don't know how I ended up here with you. I was just supposed to have a drink before going home…"

"And instead, here we are," he said, staring at you. "Explain to me why you left," he murmured gently. "I can't understand if you don't explain it to me"

"I ran away like a coward because I'd rather run the New York City Marathon four times in a row than admit I'm in love with you!" "You yelled," you blurted out.

The street went so silent it seemed life had stopped. The only movement was your heart beating fast in your chest.

"What did you say?" he asked softly. "Repeat that."

"You heard it, I'm not going to…"

"Repeat that," he asked again, "please."

You took a deep, sharp breath before answering.

"I'm in love with you."

(I MADE THIS NEW DIVIDER TOO, IS SO CUTE OML I LOVE IT SM)

"That's not possible, you…" he muttered. "I thought you hated me, I truly did."

"I'm a very good actress," you replied before putting your hands to your head. "Forget it, you can go now," you murmured. "I'll go home and pretend this conversation never happened."

In a couple of strides, he reached you and grabbed your hand with equal parts strength and gentleness, pulling you toward a dimly lit alley.

His blue gaze bore into yours as he leaned you against the wall, saying:

"You're not going anywhere," he said, before leaning in to kiss you.

His lips covered yours with a need and hunger you'd never experienced before. You felt like he was the last man on earth and you were his last meal.

He placed his hands on your hips, pushing you against the alley wall as he kissed your neck and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Tangerine… please…" you gasped when he left a mark on your collarbone.

"Shhh, baby," he placed his index finger on your lips before giving you a lopsided smile. "I'll give you what you need," he promised, "but this isn't the best place for it." He looked both ways. "You deserve better than doing it in a seedy alley." He took your hand in his. You observed the size of your hands together for a moment before he pulled you to walk beside him.

Forty-five minutes later, Tangerine had you pinned against the mattress of his apartment bed, his kisses edging dangerously close to your lower abdomen.

By the time you got to his apartment, it hadn't taken him long to undress you.

His blue eyes watched closely the expressions that crossed your face with every kiss he gave you, every caress, and every word he offered.

Then he moved his hands to his own clothes and began undoing the buttons on his sky-blue shirt.

You couldn't describe the sight before you even if you wanted to. Tangerine wore a gold chain around his neck, resting it against his firm chest.

An amused smile touched his lips as he watched you scrutinize him intently.

"Do you like what you see, love?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"God, you're insufferable," you huffed, looking away, suddenly shy. "I hate you."

He held your chin between his index finger and thumb, causing you to look directly at him again. His blue eyes shone intensely as he said, "I thought we were past that, princess," he whispered, meeting your gaze.

You clicked your tongue tiredly before wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

"Shut up and kiss me again."

"Okay," he whispered. "Where did we leave off before?" –he questioned more to himself than to you- ah yes, your neck- he murmured, leaving small kisses on it that made you shudder from head to toe- you're perfect- he growled, descending your body to the place between your legs- tell me you want it, love- he whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs- just – kiss – two – another kiss – simple – another kiss – words- he asked- two words and I'll be worshipping your pussy all night long

"Please…" you moaned, making him smile-

"Good girl," he whispered, placing his tongue against your lips-

He tugged them between his teeth before kissing your clit. You held onto his hair, while you panted and thrust your hips against his face, seeking the release you were already beginning to feel in your lower belly.

"You needed this, didn't you?" –he inquired- tell me how much you needed it

-So much… I don't know… it's so… you're…- you moaned- Tangerine! –you squealed when he tugged on your clit once more- please… I need- you whimpered-

-I feel you pressing against my tongue- he growled- do it baby, cum for me. I want to feel you cum against my tongue

A sniff escaped your lips as you did just that. You slowly caught your breath, as he wiped the remnants of you from the corner of his lips with his tongue.

"I need to be inside you," he whispered. "I think I'll explode if not…"

"I need you inside me too," you murmured, making his eyes blaze brightly.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me, baby," he growled, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him. "Come here."

Within minutes, you were both a mess of moans and gasps as you moved against each other.

He filled you in ways you could never explain, and he felt like this was where he was meant to be, inside you, filling you like no one else had.

"Take it all from me," he panted. "Move those gorgeous hips of yours, baby," he groaned when you did just that, slowly making him lose his mind. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, fuck."

"Me too," you panted, holding onto his back. "Please, Tangerine…" you whispered. "Please make me cum… you…" you moaned. "I need you."

"You have me, gorgeous," he murmured, staring into yours. "You've always had me."

You both came at the same time.

Tangerine's blue eyes watched you for a few moments, checking you were okay before pulling away. An amused smile touched his lips as he lay down on the bed beside you.

"I'd think you'd hate me after this," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you said, punching him in the arm with a friendly smack before snuggling up to him.

[betterthewooyouknow]

This is for the people who think just sending good vibes and looking at their faces is enough to call it love and support. Truly supporting the guys means streaming their music in a way that counts on the charts, voting when needed, and buying their music when possible. It’s not complicated—if you love them, show it in ways that actually make an impact. It’s honestly frustrating that it’s come to the point where Hobi had to spell this out for some people. They deserve better than empty words and passive admiration.

--- Hobi's in his own words ---

"This is actually something that's been on my mind for a while. Of course, no artist would ever be unhappy to achieve a high chart ranking, right? But I used this kind of as a shield and to console myself. Like, I'd tell myself, I was just making music that I wanted to make without thinking about the charts, but in a way, that was just me trying to make myself feel better.

Anyone would be overjoyed to see their music enter the charts. And this time, I'm just going to actually say it. This time, I'm releasing music to achieve a certain goal. I know things still might not work out even after all these goals I've set, but I won't be disappointed. I'll just feel a little sad. That's all and I can keep that sadness to myself. All that matters is that the people who love me, love my music. I hope it goes well.

Hoseok types: "If I were to make music what kind of music would you all want me to make?"

An ARMY's response which Hobi reads aloud: "The best music is the music you want to make, Hoseok"

---

[nymphaea-blue]

hii!!! I have a request, I'm overflowing with happiness as I just got accepted into an art school!! I'd love to see how Rafayel would react🥺🥺🩷🩷 Thank you and have a nice day!!!

"Mon petit artiste" - headcanons + oneshot

Info : 1.1k+ word count, pure fluff, Rafayel being the supportive boyfriend he is.

Note : Congrats Anon! I'm so happy for you, art school is the best thing that happened to me so I wish you all the best and I hope you will enjoy this <3

﹒　⁺ He would be absolutely ecstatic about it, though at the same time, it was already expected. Of course, Rafayel being the lovely boyfriend and amazing artist he is, would try to help you both with preparations for any entrance exams as well as the school material. As soon as he got the news from you, you bet the two of you are going on a small (huge and expensive) celebratory dinner date.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would help you with any material and homework you have. Art history exam? No issue, he will help you make compact notes to make it easier and he will ask you about the material later on to help you remember. A project due in a few days? Give him some materials and some water to drink and he can help you finish it in a few hours so you won't procrastinate while working on your own. He knows a lot about art history, even without studying it much, his favourite topics would be Ancient Greece (and Lemurian Arts!).

﹒　⁺ Ever since more material you needed to study came, he was your personal motivator. Rafayel would do his best to keep you on track and to make sure you won’t put off too many projects at the last minute, as the results from last night's work aren’t always the best and he cares about your grades and health too much to let you put that stress on yourself. Though, he would also be there to pry you off your work when needed to make sure you will get some fresh air, food and fun as well as some time with him!

﹒　⁺ He probably has the biggest (one sided) drama with your professors, because he thinks your grades should be wayy better than they give you, especially since he often helps you prepare and he knows you deserve the best grade. One time a professor critiqued something that he said you should add to your project and he was pouty for the rest of the evening and he was a hair away from calling the school to complain.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would be so proud of all your work! If your art ever got featured on an exhibition,you bet he will attend it and take photos of you next to your work like a proud mom. He is proud of your grades as well, he knows you work hard and he respects it, so he's not shy to shower you with kisses after you get your results. Even if you get a worse grade sometimes, he is there to cheer you up and if you want to, help to prepare you to retake whatever you failed!

﹒　⁺ I fully believe Rafayel would get invested into any class drama you have, he loves to hear you talk about both your friends and any enemies. He somehow keeps up with everything and it feels like gossiping with a best friend rather than a boyfriend because he’s so chill about whatever you tell him.

﹒　⁺ You often get picked up by him when your classes end. He has your schedule memorised and since he knows that classes tend to end during late hours of the day, he is always there to pick you up, take you somewhere for dinner and get you home to rest and cuddle with him to make up for the time you were away.

“Hello my wonderful artist, how was school today?” Rafayel asked as he saw you walk towards him. He parked in front of your school, so you were easily able to spot him when your class ended and the people started heading home.  You sighed and gave him a kiss, despite how draining school could be, somehow he always made you feel energised even just by looking at him. You put away your art folder in the back of his car before sitting in the passenger seat after he opened the doors for you. The drive started, he blasted some radio music as you got to relax a bit, his sports car sure was comfortable. “Long and boring, but nice nonetheless. We finally got the results from that art history quiz I studied so hard for.” “Took the teacher long enough, but what did you get? I’m sure you did amazing.” “A C, it isn’t bad, honestly. Most of my class failed, but I was hoping for a better grade.” “What?! How? I literally prepared you for this, you know all about Lemurian culture, even about how columns were built.” He was confused and annoyed, but his eyes stayed firmly on the road, though you weren’t sure if he was going at the speed limit, but this was nothing new. Rafayel was excited when he heard you were learning about Lemuria, there wasn’t much found by humans but they made it necessary to study anyways and he was proud of his people because their work was wonderful, so he was more than happy to teach you. He prepared you in such a way that you knew everything, perhaps it was easier to learn because it was something so dear to your boyfriend, he was so enthusiastic while talking about it, it was hard not to listen and remember. “I don’t know… I’m a bit disappointed as well. I studied, I understood the material, I wrote everything so I don’t know why that happened, but at least I passed. That’s something to be positive about, right?” You tried to cheer yourself up. Even though you were happy that you passed, it still didn’t feel like enough since you worked lots in preparation for the quiz, yet somehow it didn’t work out how you wanted.  “I don’t believe you could get that grade… Is it possible to take a look at the quiz, perhaps?” He asked, he was sure there had to be something wrong. Of course, he didn’t expect human knowledge on Lemuria to be very advanced but despite that, the material should be close enough to the truth and you should easily get an A. He knew you deserved it, as he saw how hard you studied. “Well, I think so. I can ask my professor for it next time.” “Great, you do that, aaand how about we get some dinner right now, hm? Your favourite takeout maybe?” As it turned out, Rafayel was right and most of your answers were marked as wrong by mistake, and he was furious about it. Needless to say, one phone call and your grade got corrected to a well deserved A, though your professor looks at you a bit funny ever since speaking with Rafayel, but you try to not think about how the conversation went for the sake of your sanity.

[beef-brisket]

Adam didn't care who was watching. He just pulled Lucifer into the tightest hug and kissed for as long as possible. He's never had someone say such sweet things to him before.

Adam: Fuck, I love you. More than anything... holy shit, I didn't think we'd end cake testing with a trip to the US.

Lucifer chuckled and leaned his head on Adam's shoulder: So, we'll have a ceremony here, seeing as everyone's either flown or travelled here. But we'll just sign the paperwork after this crap with her is dealt with. I promised you the wedding of your dreams, love. And I intend to live up to that.

Adam smiled down at Lucifer, and kissed his forehead: Well, I can't say no to that~. We've also just brought the cake!

Lucifer laughed: I feel like you're more excited about the cake than the wedding, love.

Adam blushed: It's not every day you get cake, babe. And cakes always seem to taste better at weddings... it also costs nearly $500.

Lucifer: That's because you wanted two flavours and cake toppers-!

Adam: We had to, Lu! They looked exactly like us! And they had a German Shepard! It looked like Bandit, babe! I couldn't NOT get them!

Lucifer shook his head: You're lucky you're cute~.

Adam: I'm adorable~.

They sat there for a while, watching people walk by, and the sounds of the city. Lucifer hasn't been this close to the harbour before, and even though the Devil was wandering around here somewhere with a shit eating grin on her face, Lucifer couldn't seem to be worried about her.

He could only focus on his loves breathing, and the feeling of his fingers running over his knuckles.

Lucifer: I could marry you right now. Right here. Just like this.

Adam smiled: Waste of cake, darling.

Lucifer: Get over the cake-!

Adam laughed and pulled Lucifer into his lap: Forget the cake?! Perish the thought, my darling!

Lucifer laughed as Adam kissed his neck. Just went, and he thought he couldn't fall deeper in love, Adam was somehow dragging him down.

-

Charlie: She WHAT?!

Lucifer: It's okay, hun! It's okay! We have a plan!

Adam sat at the kitchen table with a coffee in hand, watching as the Morningstars talked shit about Lilith.

This will definitely remind Adam never to break up with Lucifer. He'd have a whole herd coming after him.

Michael: That... that... that BITCH!

Adam snorted as Charlie and Lucifer looked shocked at Michael's outburst. Now that he thinks of it, has he ever heard Michael swear?

Michael: You need to form a good case against her, brother! Especially with her interfering with your lawyer! Also, should sue and get your money back.

There's that word that makes Adam think he's already in America. Sue. He chuckled, just thinking about it. Of course, you can sue in Australia, but America LOVES it.

Lucifer: I know! I know... Addy, If I sue would, would you be able to be a witness for what she said?

Adam: I'd love to be!

Adam just hopes they'll be able to understand him.

Charlie: So... are you two still getting married on Friday?

Lucifer sighed: No, but-.

Adam: We're having the ceremony and the reception. It's all paid for. We just won't sign the paperwork.

Michael nodded: Good idea. That's a very good idea, Adam.

Adam: Thanks, Mike! Praise... feels strangely good, coming from you.

Michael smiled as Lucifer rolled his eyes: It's because he used his manager voice.

Charlie: That is good. Having the reception.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his daughter: You're just interested in the cake, aren't you?

Charlie laughed: How did you know?!

Adam laughed as Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose: Because, hun, you're EXACTLY like Adam!

OH OH OH OH!!!

90 Day Fiance Au

Lucifer is from California and he meets Adam online who is from Australia.

Ohmygod- yesssss!!

Lucifer is a suave businessman who meets Adam, who's a drover in the harshest areas of Australia.

He can only respond to Lucifer when he's in a city or town, which isn't often. But they both like each other, so Adam takes the risk of giving Lucifer his phone number. Whenever Adam has reception he calls Lucifer.

ALSO Lucifer flying out to Australia to meet Adam- who looks so out of place.

Like-

He'd rocking this vibe (without the gun, of course lol). And everyone at the airport is a tad suspicious about the dirty Australian guy who gets told off for lighting a cigarette inside.

Lucifer is instantly in love.

[homelanderbutbig]

You get homelander the way I feel like I get homelander and I appreciate that so much. He’s not a monster for real he’s just a tortured Harlow monkey 😭 like from the experiments

Thank you for the kind words anon! ❤️

I'd say a lot of The Boys fans have an extreme dislike of Homelander, which of course is fair, people can have whatever opinions they want. But to me, I relate so much to him and his abusive childhood. How others in-universe either use his traumatic past and need for love to manipulate him, or refuse to acknowledge that he is a victim as well despite what he's done. I can never see him as anything more than the world's most precious pookie who deserves to be buried in the warmest of hugs. 🫂

[revalinkweek]

RevaLink Week FAQ

WHEN DOES IT START?

1st of May is the official beginning of the Revalink Week.

REVALINK?

Revali and Link.

It's not necessarily needed as ship. But I'd really love that^^! You can, of course, participate without shipping them! Always love to see different dynamics.

WHAT ARTFORMS ARE ALLOWED?

Everything creative! Fanart, Comics, Fanfics, Songs, Crafts, and so on! If you can make it, do it.

(Please do not use AI it's about the process)

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PROMPTS?

You can choose || between || the prompts. And should you feel overpowered, combine them!

Sometimes, I don't know how to draw the only promt that is given. So I give you the opportunity to pick your favourite.

DO I NEED TO PARTICIPATE EVERY DAY?

No. Of course, it would be cool to have you with us for this whole week, but you are free to do as much as you like and can manage!

DOES IT NEED TO BE LOVEY DOVEY?

No. Every genre is welcome!

WHEN SHOULD I POST MY WORK?

Every prompt has its day! (List is comming soon)

You are not bound to these days to make your artwork. But I would like you to post it on their specific day. (Of course I will reblog all the submissions, even when they come a year too late^^)

DOES IT NEED TO BE FINISHED?

Absolutely not!

You don't need a finished masterpiece. Rough ideas are also great. There is nothing to win here, don't be afraid!

We all just want a good and creative time!

CAN I DRAW OTHER CHARACTERS?

You can draw as many characters as you want. As long as you don't forget our name-givers.

ANY DONTS?

I wish I could say everything is allowed.... but

No explicite gore or pornography. In case for younger audience, let's keep it as "harmless" as possible XD I leave the interpretation up to you.

HOW TO TAG MY WORK?

Please tag your pieces with at least one version of:

# revalink week 2025/

# revalinkweek2025

And

# revalink week /

# revalinkweek

So I can find them. Thank you!

Any questions unanswered? Just ask me, and I'll update the FAQ.

[toooster]

Shocker| m.celebrini

Pairing: Macklin Celebrini x fem!OC

warnings: swearing, cringey, violence (sorta?), not proofread

A/n: I’m finally writing about this absolute cutie!! Also I need more hockey moots bro. 😔

Briar loved soccer, she grew up playing, and she believed it would be her one true love. She was absolutely over the moon when she got an offer from UCLA to play soccer, a year early.

UCLA was only known for their football team and basketball teams so the media team decided to begin to do interviews to bring more attention to the team.

Ayla, fhe media coordinator stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting for the girls to walk out. Ayo was the first to walk out, “Ayo, who on the team would you not let date your daughter?” Ayla asked with a smile from behind the camera, “oh..Boone? Is this one of those mini mic interviews?” she asked as she smiled widely, only earning a nod from Ayla.

Sofia walked out next, “Sofia, can I ask you a quick question?” Ayla asked, “Yeah of course!” Sofia replied as she took her air pod out, “Who would you not want to ride next to on the bus?” “Uh, I was going to say Ayo or Boone because I live with them and they are loud but I'm gonna say..Kara Croone.” Sofia said as she walked off.

Briar stuck her head out to get a view at the tunnel, she had heard that girls were being interviewed and she wanted no part of it.

“Boone, I see you.” Ayla laughs, “Ok fine.” she huffs as she walked towards Ayla and her tripod. “Who's you're celebrity crush?” Ayla asked, “Yeah no.” Briar said bluntly as she began to walk off, “MACKLIN CELEBRINI!” Taylor yelled as she ran out of the tunnel, causing Briar to run back to the tripod, “Lies!” she yelled before running off again.

Later that day, Ayla went through the footage and posted it, as a joke she tagged the San Jose sharks in the comments, just to tease Briar. Ayla woke up to an abundance of text messages from Briar.

Briar: YOU’RE SO DEAD WHEN I SEE YOU.

Briar: I'm telling Ayo you ate her yogurt.

Briar: I'm on my way.

Ayla: What did I do??

Briar: You tagged the sharks and THEY COMMENTED.

Ayla: What??

Ayla bolted to Tiktok, and there it was. A comment from the San Jose Sharks. ‘Boone in a 71 Jersey this year?’ read the comment, Ayla laughed loudly as she read the comment, she knew Briar was going to be pissed.

Briar laid in her head, dreading to get out of bed. She was upset at Ayla for tagging them but it wasn't some big secret? *ding* Briar picked up the phone, it was from Instagram.

She clicked on it, it immediately brought her to a dm. “HOLY SHIT,” she yelled out as she realized who it was from.

Ayo came running into the room with an apron on, “What?!?” she said in a panicked voice, “first off, what are you wearing?? Secondly, HE DMMED ME!” she yelled, “firstly, I was baking cookies,” she started as she rolled her eyes at Briar, “Secondly, OH EM GEE!!” she yelled as she jumped onto Briar’s bed and jumped around happily.

Ayo retreated to the kitchen to finish the cookies, or in other words, burn them to a crisp. Briar smiled at her phone before the realized she had left Macklin on seen while they were jumping around like idiots, “Aw fuck” she cursed as she opened the dm and began to type.

Macklin: 🐕

Macklin: Rocky, leave the pretty girl alone! Sorry, he tends to run towards gorgeous women.

Briar: Smooth.

Macklin: Why thank you.

Briar: Of course, of course. To what do I owe the pleasure of you blessing my screen?

Macklin: You come to San Jose often?

Briar: Only when I go to see my sister, she lives in Santa Clara.

Macklin: Oh alright. And how often is that?

Briar: Every other weekend or so?

Macklin: Damn, you should come to a game. I'd love to look up into the stands and see you.

Briar: might have to take you up on that offer.

Macklin: Bet. I’ll buy tickets if you wanna bring a friend?

Briar: Thats sweet. I'd probably bring my sister, but she has a son..

Macklin: I could do 3 tickets.

Briar: Tell me when and ill be there.

Macklin: This weekend?

Briar: Bet.

Briar waited and waited for Friday to come so she could drive to Santa Clara, she told her sister about it and she was over the moon!

Once Friday approached, Briar packed her things and began the 5-hour drive. She sang loudly to music and had conversations with herself the entire drive.

After 5 long hours, she pulled into the driveway of her sister’s house, it was only about 2 pm.

“Sissy!” Her nephew screamed as he ran out the front door to her car to greet her. “Hi, Bubba!” She exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.

“I missed you.” She said as she hugged her sister tightly, “I missed you too.” Madden responded in the crook of her neck, “Griffin, help sissy bring her things inside.” Madden said softly.

Griffin of course tried to grab the heaviest bag he could find. “No no no, I’ve got this one. Why don’t you grab that one?” Briar said as she pointed to a different bag, which was much lighter.

Griffin giggled as he ran in and out of the house, taking her things into the guest room. “He enjoys this too much” Madden giggled at her son.

“You’re telling me.” Briar laughed. Every other weekend Briar came to Santa Clara to help her sister, when griffin was born, his father decided to up and leave, leaving Madden and Griffin all alone. After that day Briar swore she’d do anything to help her sister, so she began going up there during the weekends to take care of him so she could relax.

After 10 minutes they finally got all her bags into the guest room, she didn’t even bother unpacking. She plopped down on the couch and watched Bluey with Griffin.

“I gotta go to work, I’ll see you later,” Madden said softly, trying not to sleep the now-sleeping child on the couch. Briar nodded as her sister left.

She was nervous, what if he decided he didn’t want her to come to the game? That’d be so embarrassing.. she thought to herself.

She scrolled on Instagram when she got a notification that someone followed her, she did as she usually does and checked out their account.

He was a hockey player, but the one thing that stuck out to her was his name. “Will Smith? Who the hell names their kid Will Smith?” She asked herself before realizing that Macklin and the Will Smith kid were teammates.

Before she knew it, she was knocked out asleep on the couch. When she woke up it was 3 am, Madden’s door was shut and so was Griffin's. The hum of the fan rang in her ears as she stared at the ceiling.

“what am I doing here..” she mumbled to herself as she thought about her current situation, later that day she’d be seeing the guy she had the biggest crush on, play hockey. It was insane.

The hum of the fan slowly lulled her back to sleep, she woke up again at 3:45 pm. “Bri?” Madden asked softly as she shook her, “hm..?” she murmured, still half asleep.

“The game starts at 7 and it’s almost 4, and you still need to shower..also you take forever to get ready.” Madden said softly, “mhm.” Briar murmured again before sliding off the couch and waking herself up.

She tumbled into the guest room to grab her things before heading to the shower, she quickly undressed and hopped into the shower.

The steaming hot water felt amazing on her skin, it quite literally melted away all her nerves. She stayed in the shower for 30 minutes before finally getting out to finish getting ready, what was she even meant to wear to a hockey game?

She stumbled out of the bathroom and tore through her bag, attempting to find something cute.

She settled on a denim mini skirt, a red going-out top, and her black oversized leather jacket, seeing as it was a hockey rink made of ice.

After finally getting dressed she waltzed into the bathroom to finish her makeup and hair. She hummed to Chappell Roan as she curled her hair. It was crazy to her that in less than an hour now, she’d be seeing Macklin.

Part of her was excited, but the other part of her was terrified. She was so insanely scared he wouldn’t like her after he saw her tonight.

Madden, Griffin, and Briar all got in Briar’s car and drove to the area. Griffin blabbed about how it was called the shark tank, “Sissy did you know that SJ Sharkie has a 4-wheeler?” Griffin asked as he watched out the window. “No, I did not! That’s so cool Bubba.” She said softly, Madden smiled at her sweetly.

The truth was, Briar hated kids, always has, and probably always will. Griffin however was a different story, maybe it was just because he was Madden’s but she loved that little boy more than life itself.

She’d do anything for him, in a sense she was like his second mom, she’d grown to be more of an active figure in his life than his father ever had been.

They pulled into the parking lot of the arena, Briar helped Griffin out of his car seat while Madden grabbed her purse.

“Will you take him to go watch warm-ups while I get food?” Madden asked, “Yeah, no problem. Let’s go!” Briar exclaimed as she and griffin skipped off, hand in hand.

Damn, he got us good seats..she thought to herself as she walked down the aisle with Griffin on her hip, he’d given up on walking as soon as they got in the doors.

She watched as the guys skated around, shooting pucks under each other’s legs, goofing off with fans and so much more. Griffin stood right at the glass as he watched people skate by.

A guy skated up to the glass, waved at Griffin, then threw a puck over for him. Once he turned around, she realized who it was. “Celebrini” was pasted on the back of his jersey.

He glanced up and made direct eye contact with Briar, he nervously looked at the ground and then back up, sending her a small smile, which she returned.

Madden walked down the aisle and admired the puck in Griffin’s hand, “where did he get that?” She asked. “Macklin.” Briar responded with a smile, “I hope he doesn’t think you have a son now.” Madden smiled, “No he knows Griff is yours.” Briar laughed.

The game started well, by the end of the first quarter Philadelphia had scored 2, but they could always come back. By the end of the 2nd quarter, it wasn’t looking good.

Philadelphia had scored again and the sharks just couldn’t pull it together. Macklin looked for Briar in the stands every time Philadelphia scored like she was his last hope. She’d just give him a reassuring smile.

It was obvious that the sharks weren’t going to win unless they pulled it together, quickly. Philadelphia scored once more. There were only a few seconds on the clock when one of the Philadelphia rookies dropped his stick and shoved Macklin.

Of course, Macklin shoved him back, then the rookie shoved him again then followed up with a punch. Macklin was in shock, he tumbled backward and quickly turned to the refs, as to say “What the hell?”

It was a rough game, most definitely. Macklin walked out of the tunnel and made a B-line for Briar. “Hey..” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey.” She said softly, “He got you good.” She laughed softly as she looked at his bottom lip. “yeah. I know.” He chuckled softly at her words.

“You look pretty.” Macklin said softly as he looked her up and down, “Thank you.” She smiled at him. “How long are you staying for?” He asked, “Probably till Tuesday.” She replied.

“We should hang out.” He smirked, “I agree. Get lunch or something?” She asked, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Monday?” Macklin asked with a small smile.

“It’s a date!” she smiled, “I’m looking forward to it.” He replied, “damn. It’s late, and Bud is slumped..you two should probably get going. I don’t wanna keep you.” He continued as he looked at Griffin who had fallen asleep sometime during the 2nd quarter.

Madden nodded softly in agreement, “Alright, I’ll see you Monday.” She smiled as they walked off. Will walked up behind Macklin, “You’re so whipped.” He teased as he patted his shoulder before walking off, leaving Macklin to just think about the last few minutes.

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[felassanis]

(Veilguard Spoilers) The Line by TOP is so Solas coded...

"my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time no" - him being beyond injured and bloody at the final battle in veilguard. This body that's carried him throughout thousands of years until this exact moment.

"I can feel the light shine on my face" - his first steps in a body after manifesting.

"Did I dissapoint you?" - He wonders what Mythal would think about him seeing him now.

"Will they still let me over, If I cross the line?" - Will the friends he made in this new world ever want to speak to him after he ushers in a world free of the Veil? In his letter to Lavellan, he doesn't expect her to forgive him. But he seems to expect her to live through whatever chaos he brings forth.

"But I'd rather you not be here for. What could be my final form" - His words to Lavellan. Both at Tresspasser and in Veilguard. He never wanted her to see what he could become.

"Stay your pretty eyes on course. Keep the memories of who I was before" - Honestly this can be Solas to Lavellan, begging that she remembers the man he was in Inquisition. Remember Solas. Not Fen'harel, not who he was forced to become. OR, I also like to imagine it's him imagining Felassan. Imagining the friend he killed, another death that strongarms him onto staying true to his mission, or he died for nothing. Remembering what they used to fight for.

"I guess I never really faced my fears before" - Solas right as he's about to tear down the Veil. That MOMENT in his eyes when he fucking hesitates. Where he listens to Rook, knows they're right but...he can't accept he came this far for nothing. Pins it on the idea he's doing this for Mythal, and not just to scramble for a solution to a problem he accidentally created.

"Will they still let me over. If I cross the line" - Again, this comes to the final scene we ever get of Solavellan. Her coming to him, wanting to go with him into the Fade to be with him.

I basically just mad a story-board for an edit lmao. I JUST LOVE THIS SONG and I can genuinely emotional thinking about Solas while listening to it.

[deadhands69]

Karaoke: Jujutsu Kaisen

what happens when you go out to a karaoke bar frequented by Jujutsu Sorcerers and Curses?

Once more, I have no clue where in canon this is or what would need to happen for all of them to be in the same room and not kill each other. Anyways, you show up to a karaoke bar with your favs and here's what happens!

Satoru Gojo ♫ do you believe in love after love? ♫

Gojo is alllll over the stage and by that I mean running to every corner of the bar. If he does have a good singing voice, you'd never know it from tonight. He's singing ridiculously on purpose and using the weirdest voices he can come up with. None of the lyrics are right.

All this to get everyone else excited and out of their shells. They all laugh at him, but it works.

Songs: Danger Zone by Kenny Loggins, Believe by Cher, and Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley

Yuji Itadori ♫ don't go there 'cause you'll never return, I know you think of me when you think of her ♫

Yuji is the biggest cheerleader in the room! While he’s not the first to jump on stage and sing, he’s not shy about it. He’s also happy to join you onstage for a duet if you’re nervous.

Songs: R U Mine? by Arctic Monkeys, The Adults are Talking by The Strokes, and Dog Days by Florence + The Machine (also Welcome Home by King Diamond, not because I think he would but because I'd love to see that)

Nobara Kugisaki ♫ if you wanna run away with me, I know a galaxy and I can take you for a ride ♫

Nobara is so excited to be here, after all going to karaoke was her idea! She has four songs in already and is passing out papers, making sure you all put yours in as well.

She makes her way to the stage with a ton of energy! Nobara isn't quite dancing on the bar like Gojo, but she still puts on a show and has fun with it. Like Yuji, she'd also be happy to do a duet with you if you're nervous.

Songs: Levitating by Dua Lipa and Barracuda by Heart

Megumi Fushiguro ♫ please please please let me get what I want, lord knows it would be the first time ♫

Megumi doesn't really want to sing, but given the group, he gets pressured into it pretty quickly.

He nonchalantly walks up to the small stage and without much dancing, proceeds to sing the saddest songs he could find in the book without even realizing it. The energy of the crowd TANKS and there he is not fully noticing. Great voice though!

Songs: Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths, Hurt by Nine Inch Nails, and Mad World (the Gary Jules version)

Maki Zenin ♫ don't you ever say I just walked away, I will always want you ♫

Maki says she doesn't want to go out but secretly does. Sings a much cuter sweeter song that anyone expected then goes back to the table without saying a word about it. Don't worry, she's still having a lot of fun!

Song: Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus

Toge Inumaki ♫ salmon salmon saAAaaallmmmon ♫

Toge changes the lyrics to rice ball ingredients because of course he does. He has a surprisingly good voice but you're not sure if that's just the cursed energy hitting you and making you think that. 

Songs: Like a Prayer by Madonna and Africa by Toto

Aoi Todo ♫ I want you to want me, I need you to need me, I'd love you to love me ♫

Todo is also SO happy to be there. He's so excited to hype everyone up. Does a lot of duets with Yuji and dedicates anything close to a love song to Nobuko Takada.

Songs: Want You to Want Me by Cheap Trick, Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield, and Girls Girls Girls by Motley Crue

Mahito ♫ yeeeAAAAaaaAaaaEeeeaaah it's a party in the U S Aaayy ♫

Mahito doesn't know any of the songs listed but he goes with it. It's silly. He puts in way too many songs and wanders off without showing up for all of them when his name is called.

Songs: What wouldn't Mahito sing? He mostly picks girly pop songs though.

Choso ♫ show me how you do it and I promise you I promise that I'll run away with you ♫

Choso is shy about it but opens up enough to sing a song as the night goes on. I think he'd have a great voice but he would probably still sound pretty timid on stage. Maybe if you encourage him, he might sing another one!

Song: Just Like Heaven by The Cure

Toji Fushiguro ♫ not about to see your light but if you wanna find hell with me I can show you what it's like ♫

Worm duet?? Or does the worm get the cowbell?

Songs: Don't Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult and Mother by Danzig

Sukuna came out briefly before realizing: no, he does not have any interest in this modern singing thing you’re all doing. He misses the Heian era when people did normal things like hunting their enemies for sport. The fact that none of you have been publicly executed for the crimes that are your voices is appalling to him.

He abruptly disappears as fast as he showed up, leaving Yuji massively confused while standing on stage looking like he forgot the lyrics for a few lines before trying to find his place again.

Yuta Okkotsu ♫ takkkkeee me home, I'll be gone iaddyyyaawoo hehehehe ♫

Yuta laughs more than he sings and keeps losing track of where he's at in the song. It doesn't help that Toge keeps jumping in to encourage him (the two of them definitely picked their songs together!)

Later in the evening, he gets really drunk and takes Rika out for a duet, sorry everyone - time to call it a night. 

The karaoke bar is closed.

Songs: Take On Me by a-ha and Surrender by Cheap Trick

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

hello. ive recently got approached by someone in the comments under one of my ao3 works. they said that they are a professional artist and wishes to draw a comic for my work, and gave me their discord if i want to discuss. is there a chance that this is a scam?

(also im scared to talk to strangers like this so i dont think i will be contacting them on discord for the discussion; theres a high chance im gonna let them do what they want as long as they credit me for the story haha)

I mean I can never say for sure since I don't see the comment, but again I think there's no way to tell for sure either even if I did see the comment. from what I can tell, scammers usually direct you to some sketchy sites and not discord. but again, I am in no way saying it's "100% safe" or that you "can never get scammed on discord". one can never be too careful, especially on the internet.

personally, I would not contact them (on discord) either. if they wanted to discuss, I'd ask that they do it in ao3 comments section, that's just how I would approach the situation. because I honestly don't think there's that much to discuss, about drawing a comic based on a fic, that you would need to move to discord?

it's always an honor for me whenever my readers draw fan art of my fics, and none of them required any "discussion" or a private conversation. so I think, from the context and details you gave me, yeah, your situation probably does seem a bit shady, in the sense that they didn't just ask for your permission but rather a more private discussion, if that makes sense?

also... if they wanted you to know they were a legit artist, why didn't they give you their Tumblr, Instagram, X/Twitter, ArtStation, etc so that you could be more certain they weren't a scammer? just my opinion, but I think it's fair to assume an artist would have at least a social media account about their works? not saying discord is not legit, but like... most artists will surely have a social media platform like X/Twitter, instagram, or Tumblr where they post their art? (based on what you told me, but if they did give you their platform where they post their art then maybe you can go take a look and see if they're trustworthy.)

if it wasn't a scam, I'd say it was a very lovely gesture from that person (as long as you were okay with it and as long as they credited you, of course).

just make sure they don't monetize off of your work and that it wasn't a scam, and also always be careful.

edit: people reached out for me to pass the message along