#sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do

[thedemonsurfer]

!!SELF INSERTS ARE NOT CRINGE!!

i still hate y’all bitches who say oc x canon shit is cringe like bitch you have ANY idea how flattered i would be if someone made an oc for my fantasy world? how utterly PSYCHED my ass would be they loved a character so much they fleshed out one themselves just 2 be with one of mine? fuck y’all haters

[archangeldyke-all]

Hi Hello So Like Hey what if hey haha what if sevika and plus size reader like.. body worship. and maybe she has dark curly hair and totally ISNT named lilah

HEHEHEHE

men and minors dni

sevika gets overwhelmed by the sight of you sometimes.

you're just so grab-able. every curve on your soft body is just begging to be groped, and at home, when you're comfortable, you let her see.

the sweet way your stomach rolls over itself when you sit, the jiggle of your tits as you giggle, the stretchmarks that decorate your thighs just waiting for sevika to trail her fingers up them-- she's enchanted with you.

it hits her all at once sometimes, just how beautiful you are. she doesn't really know how to express the burst of affection when she watches you sleepily brush your teeth in the early morning, so she just acts.

in a flash, you're being wrapped up in a pair of strong arms, her flesh hand trailing up under your shirt to start massaging your stomach while her nose nuzzles against your neck.

"you're so soft." sevika sighs against your skin. you giggle.

"lemme go, i gotta spit my toothpaste."

sevika lets you go, but only enough so you can rinse your mouth out. when you're done, she's right back on top of you, her arms turning you to face her.

"i love the feeling of you." sevika sighs, kissing a path down your throat. "your skin. your hips. the way i can grab you."

you let out a breathy sigh and kiss her scalp. "'s goin' on with you, baby?"

"i just..." sevika starts backing you up toward the bed. "just wanna see you." sevika mumbles as she starts stripping you.

you chuckle, allowing sevika to take you out of your pajamas. she sighs, her eyes growing dark as she soaks in the sight of you. with a gentle kiss to your cheek and a hand to your shoulder, sevika shoves you onto the bed.

"look at you." sevika whispers. you gulp.

"'re you gonna join me?" you ask. sevika nods, but remains at the foot of the bed, staring down at you sweetly. "sevika." you chuckle.

she shakes her head and blinks, before leaning down to kiss you on the lips. "i love you." she begins a path down your body, an 'i love you' punctuating each of her kisses. "love you, love you, love you." all the way down your tits, your stomach, your hips. she noses her way past your cunt, then starts a new path up from your knee to your thigh, sucking hickeys against the quivering flesh.

"sevika." you sigh, sinking your hands into her hair. "you're makin' me needy, baby."

sevika chuckles against you. "kinda my goal, baby." she teases. you huff and tug her hair.

"put your mouth on me, sev." you demand.

sevika grins and dives forward, needing no more instruction than that.

sevika uses your love handles well, pinning you to the mattress with her fingers sunk into the plush flesh of your hips, not letting you squirm away from her.

she keeps her sparkling eyes pinned to your face, drinking in each desperate expression and sound she pulls from you, unless she's rolling her eyes back in her skull and groaning at the taste of you.

she pulls your clit into her mouth and gives it a few quick sucks, quickly pulling you toward orgasm. just as you're about to cum, sevika pulls away from you. you gasp and glare down at her, and sevika just chuckles.

"do you feel it?" sevika asks, her tongue coming out to lick her lips.

"f-feel what?! why'd you stop?" you whine.

sevika giggles and nips your thigh. "do you feel how much i love you?" she asks.

you melt, cooing and reaching down to push sevika's hair out of her eyes. "'course i do." you say. "i always feel it." you promise her.

sevika takes a shaky breath and steadies herself. you wait patiently, gently scratching her scalp as she collects herself and puts on her sexy persona again. "good." she says simply, before diving back down to make you cum.

it doesn't take much, not with how worked up she's got you and how intensely she's staring up at you, like she's just waiting for it.

"sevika, fuck baby, i love your fuckin' mouth." you groan as you cum. sevika grins, her eyes scrunching up happily as her mouth stays pinned to you, licking up every drop of you that she can.

when she pulls away, sevika shoots up to kiss you on your gasping, parted lips. you groan at the taste of yourself, your hands shakily trying to undress her.

"if i get sick or old someday, i'm gonna really need you to let me suffocate between your thighs. 's how i choose to go."

you giggle, smacking sevika's ass. "what about me? if you're dead, how're you gonna suffocate me with your thighs?" you ask.

sevika pouts as she considers this, shrugging out of her shirt as you pull it off of her. then, a spark flashes in her eye, and sevika grins. "we can sixty nine babe. go out at the same time."

you burst into laughter, and sevika swoops down to kiss your smile.

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[paprikashpannash]

Percy Jackson NSFW Headcanons

AGED UP!! ----

-He's so down bad for you -Would treat you like the goddess you are -His eyes are always full of love -Wear something sexy that is blue and boy is gonna be done -Long makeouts while doing what you need to -I'm sure he's worshipping you more than the gods -TANGLE YOUR FINGERS INTO HIS HAIR PLS -HE LOVES IT -He's always so loving while doing IT, it's another question what's the mood -The mood is either just so soft and nice or passionate or playful -If it's soft then he takes his time to make you feel so loved -If it's passionate then evertyhing is just so messy and overwhelming but you both love it -If it's playful then god bless you because you're going to have a hell of a ride -Would tease you while also pleasing you -He prefers giving than recieving -You guys do it sometimes in the shower for obvious reasons -And honestly, he has mixed feelings about going down on you -First of all, he loves it and anything like that, just loves everything -But he has this small fear of drowning so he never pushes this too far -He prefers feeling your warmth around him -He moans and whimpers mostly -Doesn't really likes quickies -But if you really instist on doing that sometimes, he's in -DIRTY TALK -HE KNOWS WHAT EFFECT HE HAS ON YOU -So you gotta be careful -Definitely asks you sometimes about how you feel to tease you -He never takes anything too far tho, he knows the boundaries -Definitely curious about the things so you both probably experiment a few things -Always gentle yet confident -About kink hm -Maybe praising and a slight bondage -He also likes if you make yourself look all pretty just for him -Overall, HE'S SO LOVESTRUCKT BY YOU

[the-artist-grimm]

Did the couple meme finally! Modified the layout just to add more little notes. Also drew Anthea and Narinder having their typical reactions to seeing each other :3

(As a note for the sliders Anthea's color is RED and Narinder's is BLACK)

Also little facts under the cut!

Anthea

Anthea is short as heck and while they complain about it jokingly they do like how Narinder can just encompass them into hugs/carry them around easily

Borrows all the clothes cause comfy

Loves pet-names, if you can't read the text Anthea calls Narinder Nari, but also Honey, Love, Dear, Kitty, and Baby

Pretty much good with people so Anthea is a bit of an extrovert

Affection via words and actions all at once

Anthea and Narinder both confessed on the night they reconciled, at first Anthea had no plans to since they had tried to keep what the gift they'd been working on that caused the misunderstanding vague, but just decided to tell Narinder it was a courtship sash, and both confessions snowballed from there

Anthea feels just a little bad about killing bugs so Narinder's job

Cars don't exist but if they did Anthea would prefer letting Narinder do it most of the time

Can cook just fine

Big on PDA but only if chaste-so little kisses, holding hands, hugs and leaning on each other

Somewhat overprotective but not extremely so

Very much a bi-disaster. This lamb was a bit too young to think of dating while their village was around, then raised by a group of old knuckle-bones playing men while kinda in hiding till their 20s they have ZERO experience with crushes. When followers their age occasional approach with confessions or get a little too flirty Anthea has no idea how to handle it lol

Doesn't really get jealous

Flustered as heck when alone with Narinder sometimes, they were not expecting him to be as forward in private as he can be. Not that they mind of course-they just gotta wrap their head around how Narinder can be all shy in public, but the second they're alone at home he's all in on the sweet words and touches, very needy cat that one. They also are getting used to being put first so it's this wonderful mix of overstimulation

Narinder

Tall as heck and very much pleased about taking advantage of that-he enjoys how easy it is to just hold Anthea

Anthea's clothes cannot fit him but he doesn't mind, they look cute stealing his things-plus it makes them smell like him which scratches an instincts itch in his brain

Uses pet-names but kinda like old-fashioned pet names. Love, Heart, Angel, Dearest, Sunshine

Introverted as HECK this man cannot do social situations

Affection through actions cause he's not always great with words, so giving little gifts or just being next to Anthea

After Anthea revealed the gift they'd planned had been a courtship sash Narinder went through like 20 stages of grief then a rapid-fire desperate 'I need to say something NOW' as they tried to play it off as a 'I know you likely never saw me like that it was a bit more symbolic but-' thing. He just straight up said 'I love you' and it snowballed from there.

Kinda finds Anthea-a god-killer of 5, being slightly afraid of and feeling bad for bugs cute

Would drive the call all the time cause it's just easier

Really likes cooking once he's taught, it's peaceful and fulfilling.

Can be shy but does like PDA, same as Anthea he prefers to keep things chaste though, but does get a little thrill at being able to publicly reaffirm they're his

Overprotective as heck the lamb gets better at not dying but he still hates when they do.

Zero relationship experience AT ALL this man's never even had a crush before. Demi as heck he never got close enough to a person for it, so with Anthea he actually thought he was sick for a bit at first.

Part of him does still worry about being left behind so he does get jealous-he's working on it though. The only people who do not ever make Narinder jealous is the twins because well seeing his spouse and their children just makes his heart go very very soft. Anthea can spend a whole day with just the twins and Narinder's just in the background purring happily at the domesticity.

When it comes to intimacy Narinder very much enjoys seeing Anthea enjoy themselves first since after bottling up his feelings for so long, now that he has the lamb he wants to ensure they know exactly how much he loves them/remind them how much they're cared for

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[megumiluvv]

Choso has noticed these little things with you lately. Just simple things, like how you clean his apartment while Yuji naps, or how you take naps on his couch on particularly boring days. He finds himself subconsciously leaving a blanket out on the couch before he leaves for work, or stacking the pile of dishes in the sink so it’d be easier to manage.

He comes home after a rough day, working one of his umpteen jobs where many customers (who aren’t always right, he finds) yell at him for hours, and sees that you’re asleep on the couch, the dishwasher is going, and dinner has been cooked. Though nothing regarding the dinner has been actually eaten, maybe you were waiting for him to come home? He sets his things down, trying to be quiet and let you sleep, but his keys fall and wake you up with a start.

“Who’s there?” You sit up, sleepiness evident in your voice.

“It’s just me, don’t worry.”

“Gah, I fell asleep,” you mumble and get off the couch, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

“That’s alright. Yuji still asleep?”

“Yeah, gotta wake him up…”

“I’ll do it,” Choso says.

“No, you look like you had a rough day, and if I sit down again, I’ll go back to sleep.”

“Didn’t know my couch was that comfortable.”

You laugh and go to wake Yuji, while Choso warms up the food. Yuji clings to you when you exit the boy’s bedroom, Choso can tell he’s been asleep for a while. The kid perks up when he sees food, though, and hops from your arms to the dinner table.

Another little thing Choso has noticed: you always walk certain paths to get somewhere in his apartment. Like taking the left side of the hall to get to Yuji’s room, or going behind the couch to get to the bathroom. Round the corner quickly and dodge the ends of the kitchen island by curling your body the other way. However, sometimes you miss and hit your side, making Yuji giggle and eliciting a groan of pain from yourself.

You sit down, rubbing your side that’s sure to bruise tomorrow, and poke Yuji’s nose playfully. The boy giggles and shoos your hand away, then takes a bite of his food. Choso sits with you two and eats quietly, just observing.

When did this all start to feel so normal? You’re just his neighbor, but you feel like part of the family now. You’ve also gotten used to when Sukuna visits, even combatting the witty remarks with some of your own.

“Choso, chooosoooo, anyone there?” You tease and get his attention.

“Hm?”

“Are ya tired or somethin’? You’ve barely touched your food.”

“Ah, sorry about that.”

“No, it’s alright, just wanna check on you is all.”

“Thank you. I’m alright, just had a long day at work.”

“I see. Go get some sleep, I’ll put Yuji to bed and lock the door on my way out.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ve got this. Take care of yourself, Choso.” You smile and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Why are you so perfect?

Yuji watches as Choso goes to bed and looks up at you. “He looks at you like how Megumi looks at pretty flowers.”

You would’ve choked on your food if you didn’t swallow two seconds before the boy spoke. “What does that mean, Yu?”

“I dunno, maybe he thinks you’re pretty. I think you are. I’m gonna go put on my pajamas.”

And just like that, the boy disappears, leaving you alone to process the words he said. You eventually snap out of it and clean up, tucking Yuji into bed and making sure he’s asleep before going next door to your apartment. What did Yuji mean by that? Is there a chance he likes you too? You never noticed anything out of the ordinary, so what little thing did Yuji notice?

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[billyharringson]

Ive been seeing a lot of that 'Billy abused Max and then El' bullshit floating around and decided to write a little something. (This also happened to coincide with me seeing a bunch of TikToks with the 'POV you have an older brother' tagline which I thought were both hilarious and fitting)

--

El didn't have a brother, or any siblings for that matter. Sometimes she thought of her friends like siblings, but she knew it wasn't the same.

When she brought it up to Max one day the other girl had just huffed and replied with, "you can have mine if you want", but there was something to the roll of her eyes that told El that Max wouldn't really be willing to part with Billy.

The fact that she had started referring to Billy as her brother was a relatively new development. One that coincided with Neil Hargrove leaving.

A few days later El got to experience what it might be like to have an older brother, specifically one like Billy.

She was on Max's room, laying on her stomach at the foot of her bed, flipping through a magazine when the front door opened. She recognised the voices of the two boys instantly and glanced up to where Max was sat. "Are Billy and Steve also having a sleepover."

Max rolled her eyes again and shrugged. "I hope not, they're so loud."

"Gimme a sec, pretty boy. Just gotta check on the shitbird," Billy shouted as though he wanted to prove Max's point for her.

The bedroom door opened to reveal Billy, who stood in the doorway for an almost uncomfortable amount of time, just staring at Max. Max stared back at him, a matching blank expression on her face. He then seemed to notice El and gave her a brief nod, before wandering into the room and swiping Max's glass of coke off the side. He drank the whole thing, put the glass back down, lent over and roughly ruffled Max's hair until it completely obscured her face.

El was at a complete loss but Max didn't react, in fact she looked like she was fighting down a smile as Billy turned and... Farted at her?

"Gonna be spending the night at Steve's place. Don't do anything stupid," Billy said as he walked back over to the door, flicking off her bedroom light as he went.

El waited until they were alone again before turning back to see Max pushing her hair out of her face. "What... Was he mad at you?" She asked, because Billy hadn't seemed mad, in fact his eyes had been sparkling with the same kind of affection that her papa showed her.

Max snorted, picking up another magazine and flipping it open. "Nah, that's just his way of being nice. Brothers... Don't know how to act like normal people."

[thecommunityoftrustworthysinks]

really interesting article, and overall a really good and comprehensive analysis of this research paper which is also massively important, so i want to make sure i say that, i just needed to bring out how this article’s title focus and random pieces of salt about Trans Discourse is bad and just really takes away from the importance of the whole point

specifically i just.

the second paragraph? wrong. i don’t understand where he’s getting this from. no, i don’t see trans men getting “a pass from some oppression for trying to become the societal ideal” bro they fucking hate that. i don’t know where so many people are getting the idea that society is just like “oh ya, this person i perceive as a woman (subhuman) is telling me they actually are a man ! i do believe this is an understandable thing and not an embarrassment and an insult for [them] to even think” that just doesnt happen, nor do i understand the purpose of saying this for the article or the research topic in general. also the last sentence is weird, “but because they [trans men] cannot ever reach this ideal [of being male], both trans women and gay male “sissies” are dehumanized…” the causation here doesn’t track, failing to see trans men as men doesn’t make trans women and gay men dehumanized, and also like is the statement that said-failing-ideal trans man wouldn’t be dehumanized? i just really don’t understand the purpose of this paragraph. feels to me (like other parts) like vaguing this website, and there’s several other links to things about The Discourse:tm: called such so. that’s my guess and it really takes heavily away from this as a whole.

this, while a fully correct statement, doesn’t sit right with me after following everything else because again, *every* trans person is viewed as a woman and not-woman because “woman” is the patriarchal binary world’s Gender Of Bad (but being a normal cis woman is just the Right Way to be the Bad Gender) but what we certainly cannot ever be is what we really are. that’s the only reason this whole argument is even happening and it’s stupid. we read “woman” as meaning “oppressed gender” because historically and widely that’s what’s true. and there’s only two choices so it slips right by us. we NEED to be aware that that isn’t true. women are oppressed for being women but that does not mean that only women are oppressed for their gender, because that idea is fundamentally based on the structure of only two genders. decouple the association. there are more genders and expressions than you could dream of and that means you gotta dig it out from the ROOTS.

like just think about it even practically for two seconds. feminist/gender oppression history in a very simple sense. yeah people passed sometimes but hormones are a last century invention and not everybody can get those. world ruled by cis men who think women are the scum of the earth. then a “man” says she’s a woman. they don’t like that. where does she go? to the other women for support (i.e. feminist spaces). makes sense. then a “woman” says he’s a man. they don’t like that. where does he go? to the women for support. it’s not something that’s separate.

what happens after that fact can vary, since as we all know feminist spaces are certainly not uniformly inclusive and friendly to trans people and a group of cis women is not primed to just accept a trans woman into their ranks like this example. but i don’t wanna get super into that here because this isn’t specifically about radfems. my point is that the only way really to actually benefit from gender in this world is to be a cis man. full stop. the fight for gender equality has always belonged to cis women and all trans people together and im really sick of this weird idea that including trans women in that, for one, is new, and for two, has to mean shunting trans men out. bullshit, helping no one but the republicans, historically inaccurate, kills solidarity.

overall like i said this had a lot of good stuff to say about the study (although i question calling 16,000 a large study when it’s spread over that many countries ? but that’s beside the point, it’s still significant, that’s more just my scientific curiosity about the methodology) but i just don’t understand the necessity of saying things like this, especially the ones that just completely devalue the oppression trans men face because , ESPECIALLY when in the same article there’s a whole bit about how people tend to do that to another queer group, how people often disregard queer women’s oppression because of the quieter and more disregarding nature it can take compared to queer men’s oppression:

THIS to me resonates with how ive been perceived in my life as a trans man (and prior and transitioning etc) and not just because i was seen as a woman, though perpetrators might have. a “woman” wanting to be a man is not something to take seriously, it IS something of ridicule that should be fixed by showing him “her rightful place” as a subservient woman. honest to christ i keep saying it why do people think that trans men are somehow entirely immune to being treated like women. every single thing that can happen to a cis woman can happen to a trans man for the exact same reasons.

and NONNNEEE of that means it’s not also true for trans women. it is! he’s absolutely right trans women have unique and brutal oppression stemming from their position as trans women in a transmisogynistic society! there is just never any reason to frame it as if trans men are making shit up like “SEEEE TRANS WOMEN HAVE IT SO SHITTY MORE THAN THEM THOSE TRANS MEN OVER THERE” like please please please be vocal about trans women without putting down trans men there is NO REASON TO DO THAT. it’s less than useless, it’s actively harmful to trans solidarity, and because now that’s what your post is about, man (@ the author of linked post not op) it’s not about raising awareness for trans women anymore it’s about proving somebody’s suffering more than somebody else who is also suffering and that just sucks ass. does not, MUST not, be a competition for us to succeed in liberating ourselves.

omg did not expect to see “we have mainstream research evidence for transmisogyny now” this morning but happy friday?? thanks dr. devon price for pre-digesting it

and of course there’s the angle of, well lmfao yes trans women have been saying this in mainstream print since at least 2007 and doubtlessly in other fora for much longer, but sometimes an argument from authority has more force and how do we emotionally reckon with ongoing lack of agency in conversations about us, but i digressss

[shieldofiron]

Vibe Check

Part 13: No Sleep Til Hawkins

Part 13, Also on Ao3 here and tumblr here

Billy gives up on sleep around 3 am. He’s pretty sure his will to pretend he’s asleep tires out just about the same time as Munson’s girlfriend because it’s silent for once.

He rolls on his side, watching Steve sleep. Steve had babbled nervously right up to the point of sleep and past it, his nonsense mumbles finally petering out.

He knows Steve is nervous, but for fuck’s sake, so is he. At least Steve isn’t dealing with heartbreak on top of that.

Billy sits up and rubs his eyes, conceding defeat. There’s no way he’s going to get any sleep, so he might as well be productive.

He slides out of bed and grabs his backpack before quietly slipping out. It’s not really due for a few days but he has an American Lit paper and it beats lying there in the dark ignoring screams and counting all the tiny fractures in his heart.

The house is quiet. Some of the brothers haven’t even come home from the parties. Billy is hoping when they do they’ll all head up to bed and ignore him in the lounge.

He doesn’t want to see anybody when it feels like he’s lived several lives since this morning. At this point he’s just feral, hardly human. It hurts, the ache in his chest. At the same time though, there’s such a bittersweet relief. Steve knows, and what’s more, Billy wasn’t crazy. They do have chemistry, even if Steve can’t see it.

But he can’t keep turning it around in his head, especially while he’s still tipsy. He has to get out of this headspace.

On the way to the lounge he decides to swing by the kitchens for a snack and maybe a gatorade. The cooks are seasoned frat professionals and they tend to have at least a few things prepared Saturday night in advance. Sometimes it’s overly healthy, but that works for him.

Billy flips on the light and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees what looks like a black cloaked figure. Christ, maybe he’s dreaming.

The figure turns from where it’s hunched over a bowl of bananas, mouth full.

“Christ, Munson,” Billy drops his backpack and covers his face with his hands. “I thought you were the fuckin’ hat man.”

Munson smiles around his banana, “So’ry.”

Billy lets his shoulders fall, “No worries. Though I wish you would actually lay off the potassium. Christ, my ears would thank you for a cramp some nights.”

“Why?”

“Because, man… we gotta sleep sometimes,” Billy rolls his eyes and flops down in the seat next to Munson’s.

Eddie turns beet red. “You… can hear us?”

Billy remembers too late that he and Steve had more or less agreed to not talk about Munson’s girlfriend. Argyle had been weirdly adamant about leaving him be. ‘Don’t rush the dude, that’s just not your business,’ were Argyle’s exact words.

“Whoops,” Billy cringes a bit. “But… I mean come on, man. Your girlfriend screams like she’s getting murdered. And it’s almost every night. Of course we noticed.”

Munson lets out a noise like a rat caught in a trap and hunches into the collar of his fluffy black robe. He looks chalky pale, like he got caught by a cop.

“And I mean, hey, good on you, dude. Like I’m pretty sure you’re having the kind of sex only lesbians have.” Then Billy remembers Carver and nervousness creeps in. “Not that… jeez, not in like a gross homophobic way.”

“Lesbians?” Munsons squeezes the remaining banana in his hands into a pulp.

“Christ.” Billy gives up and sags against the counter. “It’s been a really weird night, man. I just… I was just trying to make a joke about your girlfriend. Nothing weird.”

Munson blinks with those big brown doe eyes. “My girlfriend?”

“Yeah, but I really meant no offense by it, I swear.” Billy held up his hands.

Munson stares at him a beat, and then he lets out the tiniest nervous giggle. “Girlfriend.”

Then he full on laughs, throwing his head back.

“Oh, or… not girlfriend?” Billy frowns. “I guess.”

Munson still laughs, harder and more full bodied.

“Well now this is just mean, Munson. If this is how you treat a lady, I’ll go up there and steal her for myself.” Billy licks his lower lip.

Munson’s hand shoots out and he grabs Billy, smearing bananas all over Billy’s arm. “Do. Not.”

Billy winces, yanking his arm away, and reaches for a paper towel to wipe his hand off.

“She’s like… really classy.��� Munson says sheepishly. “She’d be mortified you heard her in my room. Please don’t.”

“I wasn’t really gonna wake a chick up who you left in bed.” Billy rolls his eyes. “What kind of guy do you take me for?”

Munson shrugs. “Same kind as me, that’s why I don’t want you to piss her off. I’m serious.”

Billy tosses the slimy paper towel on the counter and crosses his arms. “So she’s classy. What is she? Tri Delt?”

Munson sighs. “No.”

“Zeta?”

“No!”

“Don’t tell me she’s one of your theater friends?” Billy frowns.

“Hargrove, stop.”

“Does Eden know her? I bet she-”

Munson grabs at him again, looking wild. “Hargrove, listen. Don’t talk to anyone about this, ok?” She’s like… not that kind of girl. She’s classy, ok? Rich and like… going places. She doesn’t want this. You haven’t told anyone already, have you?”

“No. I mean, Steve knows, obviously. And honestly I would ask Patrick and Matt across the hall. I assume Carver.” Billy shrugs with one shoulder. “Argyle told us to, like, protect your privacy or whatever?”

Eddie just nodded vaguely, looking only marginally less unhinged. His hair was mussed, and there was a rapidly developing hickey high on his chest.

“What’s with all the secrecy, anyway?” Billy gasped, and then grinned, “Is she a professor?”

“No, Jesus. She’s just… way the fuck out of my league. Like stratospherically out of my league.” Munson shakes his head and lets go of Billy’s shoulder.

“How stratospheric?”

“Super stratospheric. Like… Buzz Aldrin couldn’t land her.”

Billy whistled. “I have to know.”

Munson sighs. “Look, I’m eating bananas at 3 am. I’m a fucking loser. She’s sleeping to get to her 8 am and she has like a 4.5 GPA and her parents paid for a room in the library or something like that. I can’t talk about it because I’m just… a pressure reliever.”

Billy raises his brows.

Munson doesn’t miss the implication. “Yeah pretty much. I guess I just have slightly more functions than a vibrator.”

Billy grabs a banana for himself, because all the banana talk was making him hungry. “But you’ve been going on like a year now.”

“Ten months, two and a half weeks, three days and well… three hours.”

Billy tries to raise his brows even more but he doesn’t have any room.

Munson leans against the counter and rubs the back of his neck. “Being in l-love with her is one of my many functions.”

Billy almost feels like he could cry. Which is stupid. It’s silly. “That’s sad as fuck, dude.”

Munson sighs, slumping a little more. “Yeah, but what are you gonna do?”

“I dunno what you’re gonna do. I’m gonna sympathize.” Billy says.

“You too?”

“Yeah. At least you’re actually fucking your girl.” Billy mutters.

Eddie shakes his head, hair flopping. “Yeah. Been there too, big time.”

Billy peels his banana, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Same girl, too,” Munson says with a sad little flop of his bangs. “Got me wrapped around my finger since… God. Forever.”

Billy shook his head. “Damn. You, me, and Carver gotta go out sometime.”

“C-Carver?”

Billy nods. “Yeah. He was just telling me about his dating troubles. I’m sure you’ve heard at least some of it.”

“Oh. Right.” Munson nods back almost absently, looking kind of pale again.

“But, hey. You’re fucking your dream girl!” Billy pats Munson’s shoulder uncertainly. “Bring her a banana! Woo her ass, I dunno. She’s gotta be into you at least a little.”

“You think?” Munson looks so innocent like Billy hasn’t heard him do the least classy things ever to his classy girl.

“Your one year anniversary is coming up? I dunno. Don’t take advice from me, I don’t notice anything, apparently.” Billy sighs, leaning forward on his elbows and taking a bite. “It’s been a really weird fuckin’ night, so seriously don’t take my advice.”

Eddie nods slightly, frowning in confusion.

Billy wants to burst into tears or something like that. He thought telling Steve would just end the world, and now the world is apparently still spinning. Munson’s in tragic love too.

Coming out once doesn’t make coming out again any easier. So he resists the impulse to dump the whole sordid tale on Munson, even if he kind of wants to. Because Steve just came out. Billy can’t ruin this time with his own stupid hopeless feelings.

So instead he takes another bite and gets up to grab a gatorade from the fridge, shoving it into the pocket of his sweat shorts.

“Sorry, man, I’m tired. Just rambling. If you ever want to talk about your girl, I’m here for ya, ok?” Billy says.

“Thanks. Uh… you too. You know, if you ever…” Munson peters out, gesturing weakly.

Billy cackles and it comes out way too forced, but he commits to it anyway. “Well, you know me. I have 99 bitches but not one’s a problem.”

Eddie laughs a little, toying with the messy banana peel nervously.

Billy pats Munson on the shoulder and walks back to his room without a second thought, fully leaving his backpack behind. He was supposed to go downstairs.

But Steve is asleep so peacefully. Billy stands at the door and just stares. Steve always sleeps splayed out like a starfish, one of his feet dangling over the side of the bed. Tonight he has his mouth open, drooling slightly.

Billy has kissed that mouth. He wishes he could go back in time and slow that moment down forever.

Steve was still the worst person to fall in love with, the most unforgivable. And now it would be even harder because Steve had said it so strongly tonight. They would only ever be friends.

Billy wants so badly for anything to be different. He wishes suddenly he’d gone to any other school, anywhere else on earth. He wants to be in Eddie’s place because surely it would be better to be something than nothing at all.

Or is this better. Maybe now he can finally accept-

“B’lly?” Steve still has his eyes closed. “Close th’ door.”

Billy freezes for a moment, before shutting the door gently, plunging the room back into semi-darkness.

By the light of the streetlamp outside and the Frat’s shitty old alarm clock, he can just make out Steve scooting over and raising the blankets on his bed.

“C’mon,” He says.

Billy thinks of what Munson said as he crawls in next to Steve. He tosses the gatorade across the room and settles next to that warm body he knows all too well. Steve pulls up the fuzzy blanket that his mom bought him for Hanukkah last year, the one that smells like weed and Steve. The bed feels scorching hot, and Steve’s long limbs immediately lash around Billy, holding him with the perfect tightness. Steve presses his chest to Billy’s back and sighs, his minty-beer breath brushing the back of Billy’s neck. Billy’s skin prickles everywhere they touch, with almost the same sting as embarrassment.

That this is just one of his many functions. That in some ways he should let go, but he was meant to love Steve like this. Maybe he couldn’t have helped it.

Steve hums. “Promise. N’thing will change, right? We won’t be weird?”

Billy feels like he’s shattered, held together by Steve’s limbs, squeezing tight.

“Yeah,” He says, ignoring the tears that get squeezed free.

[flowersintheimpala69]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Question of the day: does Bobby know?

I know it’s Thursday now but emotionally it’s still wincest Wednesday for me 🙏 (sorry for the late response)

on one hand how couldn’t Bobby know?? Sam and Dean are like sons to him + he’s known them since they were kids, how could he miss something so big like them banging?

on the other hand Bobby has NO clue. He sees hints of it, sure, he’s not blind, but he just can’t think about them like that. it’s such an outrageous idea, he can never even suspect it.

When Sam & Dean were kids Bobby was a bit weirded out by their close behavior. Sometimes he’d catch himself thinking it’s weird how they still share a bed/bath/toothbrush, or how 6 y/o Sam cries whenever Dean leaves the room for too long. That’s not normal brother behavior, Bobby’s not stupid, he knows that. But at the same time he just can’t see what’s there cuz 1) he’s not looking for it and 2) he keeps making excuses or justifications for the weird behavior. Like yea they still takes baths together even tho deans a preteen but hey. They’ve had a rough go at things. Lord knows John isn’t raising them right. It’s not their fault they’re a bit.. codependent or weird. So Bobby just assumes they’ll grow out of it.

He assumes wrong. 16 y/o Sam and 20 y/o Dean come visit (aka dropped off by john so he can go chase a yellow eyes clue for fuck knows how long) and they’re still doing the weird intimate stuff. They share a bed, Dean washes Sam’s hair in the shower, Dean takes a piss while Sam brushes his teeth, they spend nearly all their time together.. and Bobby decides he’s gotta say smth, cuz sure Sam and dean are weirder than most kids their age (theyre hunters for fucks sake ofc they’re weird) but even this is Too Weird.

So Bobby takes Dean aside one night and is like. Heyyyy. Maybe you should stop cutting Sam’s toast crust off for him and cuddling with him and how about I buy u a toothbrush so yall don’t have to share one anymore. And maybe you could go into town and meet some kids your age. How about that.

After their ‘talk’ Bobby sees a visible change in Sam and Dean’s behavior. They don’t cuddle or sleep in the same bed. They use their own toothbrushes and stop sharing clothes. Dean stops motherhenning Sam, and Sam stop clinging to Dean like an imprinted duckling. And Bobby’s like wow I’m amazing at this parenting thing!! Yay!

(In reality Dean and Sam just start hiding it more. But Bobby dosent need to know that)

Sometimes Bobby still notices weirdish stuff about Sam and dean. Like the way Dean touches Sam’s lower back, or when they seemingly disappear for a few hours and when they turn up again Sam has bruises (??) peeking out from under his shirt collar, and deans face is flushed. But it’s so seldom that Bobby just dosent think abt it for too long. It’s whatever.

When Sam and Dean are adults they hide it almost perfectly. Sometimes bobby will find it odd how close they stand together, or how only one of the motel beds looks slept it, or how sometimes they’ll stumble out of the impala, all awkward smiles, Sam limping, and the car windows fogged up. but Bobby mostly assumes they’ve grown out of the weird codependency/intimacy thing.

Bobby does eventually find out in s7. As a ghost he’s tethered to the flask that’s in dean’s possession. Which is how he ends up having to watch Sam and dean have dirty disgusting immoral rough sex every night per their routine. At first he’s shocked, then he’s just REALLY uncomfortable, but he can’t escape it as long as his flask is with Dean.

And Dean carries that fucking flask everywhere. Bobby’s seen Dean blow his brother all across America. In diner bathrooms, once in an empty theater, alleyways, in motel rooms from Austin TX to Boston MA, in the impala. So many times in the impala. Bobby cringes thinking of all the time he’s sat in that car, unknowingly amongst Sam and deans sex germs.

Finally, Bobby is able to make contact with Sam and Dean. There’s this awkward moment of silence where Dean and Sam are realizing. oh. Bobby’s been here the whole time. oh. Bobby’s been here while we’ve banged. Oh. Bobby’s seen us have sex. And knows abt the incest thing. Shoot.

Bobby can see them giving eachother looks and debating whether they should bring it up, but Bobby changes the topic cuz tbh they got bigger problems (leviathan, dick roman) and he dosent wanna have the Incest Talk with his pseudo sons rn.

The next time Bobby sees one of them, it’s when Dean goes to heaven after dying in the finale. They have their talk, and ofc there’s the Large Incestous Elephant in the room so after a moment of silence Dean is like. Heyyyy. So. About me and Sam’s.. relationship..And Bobby interrupts him and is like the less I know the better, and that’s the closest they ever get to talking abt it.

When Bobby occasionally visits Dean and Sam in heaven (in their heaven house or whatever) there’s a tacit rule that Dean and Sam act Normal around Bobby. They do a pretty good job, although sometimes Bobby will catch the tail end of a kiss when he walks back into a room.

I don’t think Bobby would hate them for it. He’s sorta disgusted and veryyyy weirded out abt it cuz. Incest. But also those are his boys. He couldn’t hate them even if he tried.

Thanks for the ask <3 happy belated wincest Wednesday !!

[comedyloser]

sighs and rolls up my sleeves

035 x 049 headcanons list

They've actually been engaged for centuries prior to containment, but they could never get married for.. obvious reasons. And they met decades before that. Of course, they hate each other anytime they're in front of personell, can't let em know

They met in France where 049 had been his whole life, and 035 had recently traveled to from (current day) Italy. Originally he was just gonna be passing through, only stayed in each country for a month, but this time he stayed around a little.. longer. Always making excuses on why he couldn't leave yet

They had actually avoided being contained by the foundation MULTIPLE TIMES before settling in an old cottage in the middle of NO WHERE

035 would frequently leave the house for adventures or shows while 049 would stay back and work on his cure, 035 always returned with flowers or even dull bouquets

did I establish carpet on the walls

They have physical love language and gifting apology language!! Sort of as a sorry for fighting for decades before they fell in love

They're both immense hoarders. Like 049 will swear he keeps his room clean but no, he doesn't. They're so much trash and gifts from 035 in there you couldn't find the floor if you wanted to

049 sometimes goes out while 035 is sleeping to find him new hosts, especially when 035 has had a rough day, tries to give him peace and quiet

035, in contrast, will REFUSE to leave 049 alone when he's had a bad day, needs to make sure his dove is happy

oh yeah nickname 'dove'

Most of 049's clothes and medical gear have been battered and torn from corrosive acid, he won't complain though

035 likes to trace around the marks on his skin with ink where 049 kisses him, these usually dissolve away or get trashed when he exchanges hosts though

035 aims for that rich life while 049 wants something more peaceful, but 035 will give things up and 049 will indulge a little more just to see the other happy

they only buy cheap beds cause the soft fluffy ones dissolve in 2 weeks

Once 049 operated on a body while 035 posessed it to see what would happen and it hurt and they cuddled after , the end

035 commonly leaves for weeks at a time to do shows, I said that, and no matter how many times he'll invite 049 to come see one he never does, and this slowly made 035 depressed, until 049 surprised him to watch one of his shows on their (engagement) anniversary

kiss kiss kiss

035's love language leans more towards words and poetry while 049's is more physical touch, but by LORD does the other get so flustered when they embrace the one the other likes. Blushing ear to EAR fr fr peak

They have infact tried to shower together but 049 likes ice water and 035 likes boiling water and afterwards they settled on just taking lukewarm baths together monthly instead

They actually tried to propose at the same time in their favorite bench in their favorite park, it was a sunset too

They've both engaged in each other's horrible sleep schedules, but dw even if they’re up at midnight they cuddle daily

035 HAS come home drunk on multiple nights and 049 always has like blankets and a bath ready for him cause you gotta take care of the homies even if they’ve committed vehicular manslaughter

Adding onto the last one 035 actually can’t get drunk (on account there’s no way for the alcohol to actually affect him) but he knows how to act drunk PERFECTLY and it means he can do the bare minimum while also making sure he’s not going to far or breaking boundaries, also it means 049 pampers him cause he’s too embarrassed to ask

at one point 035 wanted to adopt a child but 049 was like how tf are we gonna take care of a child in this economy so they didn’t (and then the plague hit)

035 hates red wine but he has to drink it often to look fancy or because it’s the only thing they have at cast parties, so 049 often waits at home with his actual favorite drinks to cheer him up

049 doesn’t leave the house often but when he does and 035 is ever home alone without him he gets so depressed. Probably cause he spent the first thousand years of his life not knowing what love is and now he’s experiencing it, and when 049 leaves it’s like all that comfort goes away. bestie needs to take breaks on his own accord

035 is a professional seamstress and often makes dresses for his love even if he never wears them, that’s okay more to clutter up the walls

It’s only been twice where they take a night and cry in each others arms, but it’s so rare and delicate of an event it just has so much emotion

Neither of them used to care about pronouns, like 035 usually matched to his host since you know manipulation and 049 was never around people enough to actually need pronouns, except when they started living together they needed SOMETHING to refer to each other. Eventually they both leaned into she/him. Also say post-foundation, they HATED it/its, since most of the personnel used it to basically degrade them, and the public would use it in negative connotation. (Btw if you use it/it’s for them idc!! Pop off sparkle on queen ur so cool and awesome. I used to use it/its for them and sometimes I still do, it’s just I’ve just been she/him 035 for five years I need to keep to my truth)

035 is Dyo and 049 is Doc

[rhube]

This is something I think about a lot too. I completely understand why people want to destigmatise mental illness by stopping people using diagnoses in a derogatory manner. But. Speaking as someone who has had multiple mental illnesses for a really long time, the insistence that we never talk about any behaviours as crazy or insane - or sometimes even only tangentially related words like batshit - ignores the fact that there words WEREN'T solely used to stigmatised the mentally ill in the past. There's a lot of behaviours and thoughts that average, basically mentally healthy people engage in that overlap with or ar identical to things mentally ill people do. The difference is degree, proximity to other symptoms, and the extent to which they interfere with daily life. It's actually very useful to be able to say a person (including oneself) is a bit crazy without using the term negatively. But now we have to trip over ourselves to find a word for this overlap area of behaviours and thoughts.

Which is why I usually prefer to differentiate between more generic terms and actual diagnoses. Yes, 'psychotic' as a pejorative is not OK. This extends to things like 'sociopath' and 'psychopath', which a lot of people seem to both think are real diagnoses and OK to use as a pejorative. The terms themselves are not generally given these days as diagnoses and it's debatable whether you can separate out people with empathy disorders into these categories, but there are real people who struggle to empathise with others who, contrary to what you may have heard in a think pieces about CEOs and bad managers, are not typically bad people who do bad things to other people.

There is a problem with some of the language we use about mental health, but I'm not sure the solution is to remove the generic words that are inclusive of behaviours seen in healthy people from circulation.

It is sometimes helpful to say that someone's beliefs have deviated from reality even if you don't think they have specific symptom clusters that relate to a mental illness.

And I also just want to second the point that experiences and symptoms do not belong solely to one diagnosis. This is what's so damaging about these posts that go around being like, 'The uniquely X experience of Y'.

Like, I have depression and have had it most of my life. People with bipolar disorder also experience depression. We have an overlap of symptoms. But our diagnoses are very different. I have never had a manic episode and I never will. That's not better or worse than being overwhelmingly depressed, it's just that there is a very clear difference to the mechanism that gives us some of the same experiences.

See also the way that a lot of the symptoms I see attributed to only autistic people or only people with ADHD are also symptoms you can have from an anxiety disorder or PTSD. And some people have several conditions that can all cause the same or very similar problems. It doesn't help anyone to sort out what's going on with them to say 'only x people experience y'.

That doesn't mean you can't say, 'you might be x if you experience y', you just gotta recognise that there is a harm in saying, 'the uniquely x experience of y'.

Very often it's not unique and you are alienating and hurting people who experience the same thing as you for different reasons.

there's a lot to be said about how the average person indulges in delusions far more than anyone is really comfortable grappling with. every now and again, a poll comes out that reveals some sort of number of people who believe they have magical powers, usually pretty high, and everyone takes turns making fun of it and affirming their own Sanity

this is more observational than scientific, but it really does seem like writing off delusional thinking as the realm of the "insane" creates this valley where the "normal" person's thinking (especially a person who considers themself normal, but that's a whole other kettle of fish) must be more empirical, because, categorically, they are not insane

[araybiaaa]

“𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓” (part ii)

rafe x sofia

“YOU know it’s been a while since we’ve hooked up,” Ashley says, her hand descends from its perch on his forearm to now resting on his chest as she fluttered her eyelashes at him in a coquettish manner. Rafe chuckles at her indiscreet innuendo, bringing his glass up to his mouth as he chugs it down in one swallow.

“Yeah? How long?” He questions, licking the remnants of his drink off of his lips as he titled a curious head at her; indulging in her flirtation.

Ashley was someone that he sought after whenever he needed a distraction or needed to satiate his sexual frustration.

Them hooking up started about four years ago, right after he dropped out of college. Rafe’s behavior changed drastically as he began indulging in a partying lifestyle—drinking, doing drugs, and sleeping with different girls that he met at parties. It was at one of Topper’s keggers where he first met Ashley.

She’d taken a keen interest in him upon their first introduction, it wasn’t even ten minutes later that they found themselves in the back of Rafe’s truck with his shorts pooled around his ankles and her bouncing on his cock. Rafe took a liking into Ashley too; she wasn’t needy and seemed content with their arrangement.

It was about six months prior to him meeting Sofia that he ended their friends-with-benefits relationship. Ashley was disappointed, but didn’t pester him for a reason or explanation. That was the last time he saw her until today.

He was taken aback when he inadvertently ran into her at the store, last he heard she moved sometime after graduation. But as they reminisced on their shared memories, he learned that she had recently moved back to Outer Banks and was now working at a surfboard shop.

“Way too long,” She surmises, taking a step closer towards him so that she was invading his space. “To the point where I almost forgot how it feels when you’re inside of me,” She whispers, stepping closer in his proximity to where her face is only inches apart from his and he could feel the wisps of her breath fanning his cheeks.

Rafe’s eyes briefly lower to her mouth, but then he’s looking away, rubbing a hand over his clenched jaw as he sighed deeply in exasperation. If she said this to him awhile back, he wouldn’t have hesitated to take her to the nearest bathroom and fuck her until she couldn’t feel her legs.

But he couldn’t.

Because albeit they were broken up, it still felt like a betrayal. Like he was cheating on Sofia. And as much as she hurt him with her deception, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for sleeping with another girl out of retaliation. They’d only broken up a few weeks ago and the pain of his heartbreak was still too fresh for him to even entertain the idea of being with someone else so soon.

And truthfully, it’s not like he wanted to.

Who he wanted to be with is Sofia, but discovering what she did to him made everything complicated. If he didn’t still love her, this could’ve been easier.

Heeding his reluctance, Ashley suddenly frowns. “What’s wrong?”

Rafe shakes his head, keeping his gaze cemented on the empty glass to avoid the disappointed look that’s marring her face. “Nothing. I just can’t, alright?” He murmurs. And to avoid any further inquiries, he immediately adds: “I gotta go, I’ll see you around,” He bids her farewell before sauntering off, heading in the direction of the inside entrance.

Much to his dismay, he looks around the room in search for Sofia. He’s aware of the hypocrisy especially after everything that he’s said to her. But he still seeks out her presence, desperate for another glimpse of her before he leaves.

When he doesn’t see her anywhere in sight, he contemplates on approaching one of her coworkers to inquire her whereabouts. But he eventually decides against it as the solemn reminder of their breakup arose, resulting into him walking out the front door and towards the parking lot to his car.

…

She finds herself at Barry’s house.

She’s not certain as to why she’s there, especially considering the fact that he was Rafe’s friend and they’ve only hung out a few times. But that doesn’t stop her from pulling up into his yard and retracting the keys from her car’s engine after putting it in park.

She’s barely made it across the grass towards the trailer before the door’s being pulled open. Sofia halts her gait and looks up to see Barry standing in the doorway—his hair’s disheveled and his face is slightly puffed and flushed almost as if he’d just woken up from a deep slumber. He furrows a confused look at Sofia, craning his neck to look out into the driveway.

And suddenly she’s chagrined for her unannounced presence. “I’m sorry. I don’t why I came here. I’ll leave. Sorry.” She laments apologetically, turning around as she begins to make her way back towards her car.

“You obviously drove all the way over here for a reason,” Barry accents, causing Sofia to halt midstep as she turned back around to look at him. He shrugged, emanating a loud yawn before gesturing a hand at her. “Come on,”

He jogs down the steps of the trailer and sauntered towards the porch.

“So, Miss Sofia, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” Barry inquired; tapping at the lid of the can of beer that he was holding before prying the tab back. Froth surfaces as the rivulet clicks open. Barry raises a brow at her before talking a large swig of the drink.

She’s seated on the couch athwart from him, writhing her hands together as she chewed on her lower lip. Part of her contemplated on confessing her reasoning because she didn’t want to bother Barry with their relationship issues. But she just needed someone to talk to.

Barry, upon noticing her silent trepidation, nods as he leans forward to set his beer aside. “Rafe came by here the other day,” He confesses, immediately piquing Sofia’s interest. “He looked real bummed out. Kinda depressed, if you ask me.”

“Did he say anything about me or us?”

Barry nods, “He said that you weren’t together anymore, which surprised the hell out of me. I swear I ain’t never seen that boy like that with anyone else. He also told me that y’all were engaged for about five minutes before he broke it off,”

Sofia’s head lowers abashedly as she nods. “Yeah,” She murmurs, biting on her lip again once she feels her eyes burn with tears that threatened to fall.

Barry sighed softly, “Look, I don’t know all the details of what happened but what I do know is that Rafe’s just as heartbroken as you are.”

“Yeah,” Sofia scoffed satirically, sniffling softly as she wiped her tear stained face with the back of her hand. “He looked real heartbroken when I saw him with that girl the other day,” Sofia’s stomach churned at the memory of them at the club—at Rafe’s impish smirk—the same one he used to give her whenever he’d say or do something flirtatious, at how the blonde girl touched him with such familiarity and how he indulged in her seduction without any hesitation.

The other day was evidence that he’d moved on from her. Their relationship seemed like a distant memory to him, forgotten somewhere in the void. It hurt coming to this gut wrenching realization, because she really believed him when he told her that he didn’t care about her mistakes and that they could get through anything together.

“Me and Rafe have had our issues in the past, but believe me when I say I wouldn’t be sitting here vouching for him if I didn’t think that he still loved you.”

Sofia considered Barry’s words, wondering if they held any semblance of truth.

…

“Wow,” Sarah says, staring at the ring in awe as she held it between her fingers. She’s suddenly being overwhelmed with memories of stories that she heard from her parents about it years ago. “I can’t believe you gave her mom’s ring,”

Rafe smiles a little wanly, nodding his head. “Yeah, I uh, remembered where dad had it stored away.” He reminisces on a memory that he shared with his father about the importance of the ring. It was just after their mom died and Ward had approached him, telling him that they needed to have an important conversation.

He went into a full detailed spiel about their relationship and marriage, how his mom was the first woman he ever experienced love with and how the ring was more than just a accessory, it was a significance of their bonded love. Rafe was far too young to fully comprehend the true meaning of it all, but the moment that he gave Sofia that ring, he swears he understood exactly what his father meant.

Because in the year and a half that they were dating, Rafe experienced a love that he never thought he was capable of feeling. He had someone that understood him in a way that no one’s ever done before. He cherished the bond that he developed with Sofia, it was sacred and everything to him.

Sarah gave him a contemplative look, proffering the ring back over to him. “Why’d you take it back? You obviously gave it to her for a reason. We both know how important that ring is, you wouldn’t give it to just anyone if you didn’t actually plan on being with that person,”

She’s right.

It held too much importance for him to gift to just anyone. That’s why he didn’t hesitate when he gave it to Sofia, because he knew she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“I told you, Sarah—”

“Okay, aside from the fact that she lied,” Sarah rebuttals, “You still love her, right?”

Rafe nods, chuckling despondently as he looked at the ring. “Yeah. I do.”

“Then go be with her. You torturing yourself like this isn’t worth it when you already know what you want. She made a mistake, Rafe. Don’t ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to you because of it. Life’s too short for that.”

He stares at the ring, Sarah’s words wander around his mind as he takes them into deep consideration.

…

It’s almost ten o’clock when she finally returns home. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion, nearly fluttering close every time she blinks. A loud yawn passes through her parted lips accentuating her fatigue.

Tired couldn’t even begin to describe how she feels. That word would be a trivialization; too meek in its description—weary and depleted of energy was more fitting to capture how exhausted she was after the eight hour shift she just did.

All she wanted to do was shower and crawl into bed.

As she’s pulling into the driveway of her house, she’s surprised to see Rafe’s car parked on the side. He’s leaned against the hood with his arms crossed against his chest and his head lowered.

Surprised by this unexpected visit, Sofia pulls her car into the driveway and retracts the keys from the engine. Her movements are slow as she clambers out of the car to approach him.

At the sound of her approaching gait, Rafe inclines his head to look at her. She feels her cheeks warm underneath his smothering scrutiny. She averts her eyes to the ground, now mimicking his guarded demeanor as she hugs her arms around her body.

Silence hovered over them like a gloomy cloud; ready to unfurl its downpour on them. He’s the first one to take the initiative to speak. “I’ve been standing here for hours trying to figure out what would be the first thing that I say to you,”

Sofia braves the chance and lifts her head to look up at him. He’s already staring at her with this indescribable expression that makes her stomach flutter nervously. “Rafe, I—” But he shakes his head, holding his hand up midair as he interrupts her apology.

She could feel the tears gathering in the back of her pupils again, ready to spill over. He was about to tell her that he hates her and never wants to see her again.

“I love you,” Sofia blinks, taken aback his sudden proclamation. Rafe lowers his hands from his chest as he takes a preemptive step towards her. And when he lifts his hand up to cradle her face within his grasp, she nearly sobs. “That’s the first thing I want you to know. I know that I’ve been upset and angry, but how I feel about you has never changed,”

Sofia nods, sniffling as she leaned closer into his touch. “I love you, too.” She says, feeling the heaviness lift off of her tightening chest.

Rafe sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he rests his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have overreacted like that,” He laments in deep remorse, furrowing his brow like he couldn’t amend the fact that he’d hurt her.

When he blinks his eyes open, Sofia notices the glossiness in his pupils along with the dejected expression stretching across his face.

“I’m sorry for lying to you.”

Rafe shakes his head, tugging her body closer to his. “I shouldn’t have said that about you to Ruthie and Topper. It was stupid. You mean everything to me and I don’t care who has something to say about it.”

Sofia’s tears fall at Rafe’s words. She chokes on a sob, standing on the tip of her toes as she wraps her arms around Rafe’s neck. All she’s wanted in these last few weeks was some kind of confirmation that they were going to be okay, that her one mistake she made off an emotional impulse didn’t cause her to lose the guy she loves.

And hearing Rafe’s proclamation had assuaged her fears.

She’s held in the security of his arms, wrapped in his embrace. She missed this; missed him and how being in his arms always made her feel at home. “I know that I said and did some hurtful things,” Rafe begins, slowly retracting from the embrace so that he’s able to look at her again. “But I’m hoping that you can forgive me cause I don’t think I can go another day without you, Sof. I missed you.”

She nods, huffing a small chuckle. “I missed you too,”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

Rafe leaned his forehead against hers again, his eyes lower to her mouth. He lingered there, almost hesitant, alternating his gaze between her mouth and eyes. “Can I?” He murmurs softly and at Sofia’s avid nod he’s leaning towards her again, decimating the space between them.

…

Slowly, inexorably, he presses his lips to Sofia’s. It’s soft and gentle and chaste; similar to the many kisses they shared before, but it’s better than that—it’s a wave of warmth that fills him up, spilling out from his heart and to the warmth of Sofia’s lips that send an unidentifiable rush to every corner of his body.

Their mouths are united together; her plump, succulent lips compelling against his slimmer, pliant ones, dancing around and soon bonding together.

He continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto Sofia’s. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves. He inhales deeply through his flared nostrils, removing his hand from her waist so that he’s able to fully cup her face within his grasp. He tips his head down, chasing after her lips.

They reluctantly part for air, both of their chests convulse as they try to lull the beating of their chests. Rafe licks his kiss swollen lips, brushing his thumb over the cusp of her cheek as he stared at her.

He couldn’t reconcile how he’d willingly gone weeks without her, how he allowed a petty mistake to ruin something that held such high importance to him. The money, the deal, none of that mattered to him. Not as much as Sofia does. And he’ll be damned if he let another day pass by without her knowing that.

“I love you,” He whispers against her mouth; his hands squeeze at her hips in an affectionate gesture.

“I love you, too.” She says, her words disappear into the void as Rafe seeks out her mouth for another kiss. It’s slow and sensual, with their noses brushing and their lips chasing lazily after each other’s.

Rafe pulls away again, licking his lips as he stared at her. “I know this might seem sudden for me to ask you again, but I meant it the first time and I mean it now,” Sofia’s eyes lower as they watch his movements. He digs into the front pocket of jeans and retrieves the ring.

Sofia’s eyes weld with tears as she chuckled softly. “Rafe…”

“It’s yours. It belongs on your finger. And I’m hoping that after I ask you again, you’ll say yes and never take it off.” Her lip trembles as she nods her head, completely overwhelmed with emotion.

Rafe exhaled a shaky breath, smiling as he looked at her. “I uh, I know that I already gave you a speech the first time,” He chuckles, sniffling softly. “But there’s something else that I want to say. I’ve never felt like this before with anyone and I know that I’ll never feel like this with anyone except you because you’re my person, you’re apart of me in ways that you don’t even know. I love you more than a human heart can love, baby. You’re everything to me and I don’t know if I would be the man I am today without you. You made me a better person. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much, but it’s easy to love you. It’s all I know how to do,” He harrumphs softly, clearing the thickness of emotions that wedged in his throat.

His hands tremble slightly as he holds the ring in his grasp. “With all that being said, Sofia Valdez will you marry me?”

Sofia’s lip trembled as she wiped at her tear stained face with the back of her hand. She nodded as she chuckled softly. “Yes!” She says, not even giving him time to slide the ring on her finger before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply.

Rafe reciprocates her ravenous kisses, smiling and laughing against her mouth as he pulled away slightly.

“Can you let me put it on before I end up dropping it?”

Sofia giggled as she nods, retracting from the embrace. “Sorry. I’m just so happy.” She says as she proffers her hand outwardly, watching as Rafe lined the ring up to her finger and eases it down until it’s decorated prettily around her finger (again).

Once it’s fully on, Rafe reaches for her hand again. He shakes his head, “You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” He was just happy to see her smiling again.

“I love you.” She proclaims; unable to contain the mirth that’s written all over her face.

“I love you, too.” Their mouths meet again, slow and soft in a kiss—encapsulating the night’s bliss.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Maybe don't take love advice from me because I'm a stranger on the internet who got married nine months after meeting my partner, but if you want some love advice I'm feeling sentimental since it's my 5 year wedding anniversary.

As annoying as it is to hear it, it's unfortunately true that in most cases you meet someone when you're ready. Ready doesn't have to mean ready to get married and settle down, I certainly didn't feel ready for that when I met my partner - ready can mean a whole lot of things, but to me it means you're in a place in your life where you're ready to put in the work and create a partnership with someone. You've got to be open to meeting someone, even in situations where you'd usually not be open to it. I met my partner on the west coast at a conference we both attended for a mutual hobby. Neither of us lived on the west coast. It just so happened that we lived within a 6 hour drive of each other back east. It isn't always easy, but love shouldn't feel like a job. Sometimes you've got to be willing to make sacrifices and changes to your life and you should expect your partner to be willing to do that too. Compromising isn't always 'meeting halfway', sometimes compromising is accepting something is that important to you but it is to your partner and letting them have it. Sometimes it's your partner doing the same for you. Falling in love is the easy part. Once you open yourself up to the idea of love and being in love, it's the easiest thing in the world to do it. Staying in love isn't the hard part either - the hard part is loving someone and knowing sometimes they're going to hurt you and sometimes you're going to hurt them even if you don't mean to. Don't lose yourself in your relationship. Have your own hobbies and interests. Be comfortable not being around each other 24/7. Do find parts of yourself in your relationship though. Find hobbies to share. Let yourself feel childlike joy with your partner. They shouldn't complete you, but they should compliment you and make you feel at ease enough to find new parts of yourself. Communication is the most important part of a relationship. If you can't effectively communicate with your partner, you'd better learn how to or expect to be unhappy. Communication doesn't just mean talking either, it means listening, it means listening to understand not just to reply. It means figuring out how you both communicate and working together to communicate effectively. You gotta talk about money. You gotta talk about kids. You gotta talk about where you want to live. You gotta talk about what you want in the future. If you don't do this, if you just assume, you're setting yourself up for heartbreak if your partner and you aren't on the same page.

I could go on and on, but the biggest piece of advice I have about love is this - the idea that you have to love yourself first before anyone can love you or you can love anyone is bullshit. You need to be able to trust that your partner is being honest with you when they tell you they love you though, you can't let your insecurities colour how they feel about you. Projecting onto them won't make anyone happy.

[huopilled]

⤷ COUPLE UP — k.mj

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ೃ࿔࿐ CHAPTER II - FRIDAY NIGHT

"are you excited to meet your partner yn?"

"yes! but i'm also nervous..."

they were recording again. sometimes yn wondered when the recordings would end for good but thinking about it didn't help her situation at all, so she tried not to think about it so much.

she was going to meet her partner today and the games would officially start. she didn't really know how to feel, considering there was nothing like this show done before so she was left to figure it out on her own.

"so yn, i'm going to put this blindfold on you and you'll just have to wait for your partner to sit down and hold your hand across the table."

"blindfold..?"

that got yn nervous, what if she falls down? what if they pull a prank on her? (that wasn't very likely but still) but she had to do as she was told.

putting the blindfold on and sitting down with the helo of a staff member yn put her hands on the table, waiting for her partner. after what felt like an eternity she felt a hot hand on top of her hand.

"you can take off the blindfolds now."

yn slowly pulled her hands away from her partner's, untying the knot and tenderly taking the blindfold off. she was a little taken aback when she opened her eyes because there were already a pair of eyes looking at her. yn broke the intense eye contact and started to take in her partner's features.

"hi.

"hey.."

"i'm minji."

"i'm yn.. nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you, yn."

that made yn feel weird for some reason, it was probably nervousness so she brushed it off.

"you guys will go to the lounge now and mest with the other couples. do you have any questions?"

yn shook her head, letting out a little noise of disagreement. minji settled with a simple "no".

"great! and...cut. thank you girls, you were good."

yn muttered a little "thanks" and looked at minji- her partner. well that felt weird.

"so..."

"hm?" yn whipped her head up quickly.

"should we... like, go to our room?"

"oh yeah, if you want."

minji stood up, reaching her hand out for yn to take. she hesitated but held her hand regardless.

yn was kinda-but-not-kinda freaking out. she was in a room alone either a girl. alone. with a girl. little yn would not believe this.

"we have like five minutes until we have to go downstairs to record, do you have anything you want to do or..?"

yn smiled a little at minji's question. for someone she met so recently, she was sure considerate and nice.. just like yn liked, for the show of course, she hummed, taking a moment to think.

"should we say funfacts about ourselves?"

"oh sure! sounds fun."

"i'll go first then, umm... i have a little brother."

"oh cool! i have an older brother and a younger sister."

"oh thank god you're not an only child.."

minji giggled "i assume you don't like only childs either?"

yn felt herself relax and trust minji more and more as they talked and suddenly it was time to go downstairs. yn kinda didn't want their conversation to end so she was a little sad, but no can do.

"ladies first."

yn laughed, "we gotta leave at the same time then."

they were sitting at the lounge liek they were told, yn recognizing all of them from either mcountdown or other variety shows. before anyone could say anything the cameras started rolling and they were recording.

"so, your first challenge is a romantic picnic. you guys will pick out a place and do everything yourselves with your partner. the ones who have the best picnic will be voted by the fans, and the winners of the first game will be awarded."

a couple of 'ooh's could be heard and some of the girls got riled up, saying that they were going to win. when the cameras cut again they were told to get in their cars and take a vlog camera with them to document their little roadtrip.

when minji and yn got in their car minji put the camera on the tripod and sat back, manspreading a little. yn felt herself staring but she couldn't figure out why.

"so..." said minji, "what do you think we should do?"

yn hummed, pouting a little as she began to think, snapping her fingers when she got an idea.

"oh i know! we should get strawberries with melted chocolate on top, strawberry lemonade, one of those classic picnic baskets and those checkered blankets and we should paint something. i mean- if you want..."

minji's eyes seemed like there were stars in them, she quickly nodded and told yn if was a great idea. she then started talking to the camera, saying how they would definitely win, yn nodding sometimes in the process.

after they got everything they needed, yn started to put everything in place as she had a particular layout on her mind. when she was finished she let out a little 'tada!', looking at minji to get her approval.

"wow..."

"is that a bad wow or..?"

minji quickly shook her head, a little too hard...

"no silly! i love it!"

yn felt her cheeks get hot, it was probably because her work got complimented. she thanked minji and put the camera where it would get everything that was there.

they began talking, painting and drinking their lemonades slowly. when the sun began to set they decided to end their "date". saying bye to the camera, they got in the car and sat in silence. a while later minji looked towards yn, seeing her head on the window. reaching out, she gently directed yn's head towards her shoulder instead. she didn't want her to be uncomfortable, that's all.

when they got home, minji escorted yn up the stairs and into their bed as she wasn't fully awake, changing her clothes and getting next to yn in the bed, she wondered if she could cuddle her as this fet a little awkward but she decided not to, as this was their first day.

[tododeku-or-bust]

So today we let JoJo outside the apartment for a few minutes, since he's always howling at the door for no reason. (No, he's not an outdoor cat, but we had a few minutes this morning and so we wanted to see what he would do. Sometimes you gotta let kids touch the stove to learn why it's a hot no-no. )

He walks out, sniffs, walks down the stairs, meows in refusal when told to come back up the stairs. And then begins to howl bloody murder when he realizes he's lost. As in, he thinks the door he just walked down to... Is our door. And no matter how many times we say we're here, he does not walk up the stairs he just walked down .5 seconds ago. I had to go get him.

And thus, ends the Outside Adventures of JoJo.

[gliphyartfan]

With all this Halloween talk and the holiday season coming up, what do you think are the Chain's favorite holidays? Like maybe they definitely go crazy over Valentine's to impress (Y/N), or they enjoy dressing up with her on Halloween, or want to get the best presents for December?

The Chain getting to react to (Y/N)'s modern day world is what makes the Mafia AU so much fun sometimes.

the Chain would ABSOLUTELY go all out for any holiday if it meant impressing (Y/N). Like, these boys live to make her smile (or lowkey fluster the hell out of her, let’s be real).

For Wild, Halloween. You cannot convince me otherwise. This man gets way too into the spooky season. (Plus have you SEEN the number of outfits he gets during his journey?? And I thought Legend was the hoarder.)

He’d make crazy detailed pumpkin carvings, handcraft his costumes, and definitely try to scare the others with ghost stories.

Wild would also be that guy begging (y/n) to entering a costume contest with him. insisting they’d win.

—

Four gives me Easter vibes. Like, he’s all about spring festivals, decorating eggs, and planning scavenger hunts. (Definitely would have fun with scavenger hunts)

He’d make the cutest little handmade gifts for (Y/N), and his attention to detail would shine.

He’d love the quiet renewal vibe of spring, maybe even taking her out to see the blooming flowers or just enjoying nature together, maybe look around for Minish stumps.

—-

Wind lives for loud, vibrant holidays, so Independence Day. But honestly, it’s just the fact that summer festivals are totally his thing. So maybe he’s a summer solstice type of guy? Or just a festival guy.

He’d drag (Y/N) through every booth, share festival snacks, and challenge her to games just so he can show off.

And the fireworks?? He’d point to every single one like, ‘See that? That one reminds me of you, totally explosive and amazing.’

…or (y/n) would say that to him. It’s always a toss up on who says it first.

—

Warriors? Oh him?

Mr. 🎄 Christmas King 🎄 himself.

He thrives during Christmas because it’s all about being generous and thoughtful.

Wars would make sure (Y/N) has the perfect present.. like something she mentioned wanting once six months ago and totally forgot about.

He’s got the ‘cozy holiday movie + hot cocoa + subtle arm around her shoulder’ game down. The guy’s just a pro.

(Also, especially cause it messing with Wild, would be the guy who’s start openly planning Christmas decorations right after Halloween ends. Like midnight on the dot he is talking about Christmas Decorations and Wild is frothing at the mouth.)

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Legend was a toughie, but honestly? He’s is the biggest troll, so it’s April Fool’s Day for him. (Cause I love the idea that he’d enjoy such a day.?

He’d prank (Y/N) but in like, the most harmless and clever ways possible. And if she got him back? He’d actually respect her for it.

…i mean he’d still prank her back. But he’d respect her for managing to get him.

but he secretly loves seeing (Y/N) laugh, even if it’s at his expense.

Don’t worry folks, his pranks always delight her.

(…the others on the other hand…~)

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Dear Hyrule? Winter Solstice. Rulie’s a soft boy who loves those quiet, magical moments of that time.

He’d take (Y/N) out to stargaze, wrapping her in blankets, have hot cocoa or tea and telling her the most heartfelt stories about constellations, his fairy sisters. and ancient magic.

His gifts would be small but meaningful, like charms or trinkets he made himself. (He’s got cozy solstice energy, fight me on this.)

—

Twilight equals AUTUMN KING ALERT.

Harvest festivals, any holiday that involves cozy vibes and homecooked meals? That’s all him.

He’s also got big ‘pile on the couch after dinner’ energy, and if it also involves wrapping (y/n) in a blanket and watching her fall asleep next to the fire/tv, he’s very up for it.

—

Imma be predictable here and say it’s gotta be Valentine’s Day for Sky. He’s hopelessly romantic and absolutely shameless about it.

He’d be the one to plan some epic, heartfelt day, handmade gifts, surprise picnics, and probably one of the Loftwing feathers he’s kept with him tucked into a letter about how much he loves her.

Bonus: He’d 100% serenade her under the stars with his harp.

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Time was easy to think about. New Year’s is such a Time holiday. He’s all about that reflection, making quiet resolutions, and having meaningful moments. (I’d like to this it may or may not remind him about Termina’s festival, after he beat Majora. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

He’d sit with (Y/N) somewhere peaceful, watching the stars or fireworks, and subtly slip in how much he’s grateful for her being in his life. Soft vibes but romantic because it’s Time.

Also? He’d be the one to give her some small but meaningful gift like a bracelet or charm, something to keep her safe in the new year.

—

As for as a group? The boys would be INSANE during any modern holiday. Valentine’s Day? All out war to see who can impress (Y/N) the most.

Christmas? They’re fighting over who gets to be with her on Christmas Eve vs. Christmas Day. The presents have to eventually have rules. As conditioned by (y/n)

the gifts HAS to be simple, cheap, or handmade, because if she didn’t have that rule, the gifts would be ridiculous.

Halloween? Matching costumes would be a whole thing, and they’d all try to partner with her.

(Y/N)’s like, “No, I’m going solo this year” and they’re all collectively pouting.