#that turned into a rant in the tags 😅

[notsodelirious]

everyone seems to think jason is this big bad dom who's kinky and teasing and all that shit

NO??? PLEASE??????

let me tell you, jason as big as he is, he's just as soft and WILL melt the moment your fingers graze him ANYWHERE

bro starts whimpering even at the mere THOUGHT you touching his dick, but would never bring it up cause he's scared you'll reject him and be disgusted

so he puts on his mask, kisses you, teases a bit, and then backs off as if nothing happened

but the moment you do initiate anything with him? he's gone, left, away

he can't help but pour all his love into you, it's almost emotional

he's so touch deprived and needy for any kind of positive attention and affirmation that he has to will himself to not cry when you look at him with so much love in your eyes, much less when you want to show him just how much you love him

AND GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE KISS THAT MANS SCARS

HE MIGHT ACTUALLY START CRYING

he has always been so ashamed of them, so scared you'll run off the moment you see him, all of him (especially about the autopsy scar)

so the moment you stay instead? the moment you stare at him with adoration and litter him with kisses, saying how beautiful he looks? IM SORRY, HES GONE

him and the puddle on the floor? same thing

yearning is this mans first language and I stand by it

I've been seeing so much of dom Jay so please let my boy be soft😭

(tim, on the other hand, is exactly what people think jason is, mans a little snarky piece of shit everywhere and always, and i love him as he is)

(also sorry for the rant, got carried away a bit 😅)

absolutely no worries about the rant Anon, I love your way of thinking <3 sorry this took so long but I hope this answers your prompt

synopsis — you love Jason, even if he doesn’t believe you’ll love every part of him

notes — NSFW MDNI pretty please, also so long and so not edited, so apologies (edit — has been proofread, somewhat, but still not edited)

tags — established relationship, mentions of canon death, mild blood and injury, smut as mentioned above, 2.5k words, no use of y/n, gn!reader, Jason calls the reader “baby” and “babe”

The first time you see his scars, it’s completely unintentional. You run cold so you’re constantly turning the heat up in your apartment, far beyond what Jason thinks is reasonable. He complains, but you can’t help but note he’s a big guy, ‘obviously he’s not going to feel as cold as you do’.

His complaints continue, even after you’ve settled down to watch a movie, moaning about how ‘it’s so damn hot in here, it feels like a sauna’, and then proceeds to pull his hoodie off. You didn’t mean to stare as he tugs the offending piece of clothing over his head, but his shirt rids up just the slightest bit. Just enough to reveal a gnarled pink scar across his hip bone and a sharp, clean but raised scar right down his lower abdomen.

You’ve always assumed he has scars—he’s a vigilante; you’ve seen him come home limping more times than you’ve seen him get a full 8 hours of sleep.

Besides, it isn’t as if you’ve never seen any scars on him. He exists in t-shirt and the skin there is littered with scars of all shapes and sizes, from gunshot wounds to knives to mosquito bites. You’ve treated the occasional surface wound on his face or leg from time to time. You had seen his skin and he’s shown himself to you.

But that doesn’t stop you from staring.

This is different.

Only as the realisation that you’ve never seen him shirtless dawns on you, that you start to consider why that is.

You almost reach out to brush your fingers against the raised skin but he manages to dislodge himself from his jumper before then.

He tosses it onto the floor, kicks it out of the way just enough so neither of you will trip on it. He pauses briefly when he notices you, your stare. You tug his shirt down before he can even consider the movement himself, covering the sliver of skin that had been exposed to you.

You sit, in complete silence. You aren’t waiting for anything, you simply have nothing to say as you continue to watch the movie. A shaky hand reaches for yours and you can’t help the warmth in your heart when you feel his lips rest against the back of your hand.

The second time, you don’t even see anything at all. Another movie, a little less attention paid to it, as Jason kisses on you, your cheeks, neck, lips. You laugh softly as you let him, gently running your fingers through his hair, smiling at him as he comes up for air.

“What are you smiling like that for?”

“I just happen to have the prettiest boyfriend.”

You almost miss how his cheeks flush softly in the dark room and you laugh a little louder, pulling him down for a kiss as you straddle his lap. You let your hands roam, feeling his broad shoulders, arms and back as he dissolves beneath your touch, like sugar in warm water. You smile against his lips as he sinks into the sofa, soft panting a little too frantic for the slow-paced make-out session.

“Is somebody flustered?” you joke kindly as you tilt your head to lean against his cheek, hands on his hips and tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Don’t know what to do with yourself?”

“Please…”

You pull back just enough to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes practically crossing all to look up at you, and watch your face.

“Please?” you repeat softly, as your fingertips brush against his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tense and twitch at the featherlight touch. “What are you asking for, baby?”

Your fingers creep higher, following the raised bumps and lines you can feel on his skin, under his shirt. He shivers, a soft moan slipping past his lips as you reach his pecs. You lay your palms flat against them, taking great joy in squeezing them gently and making Jason’s heart pound faster beneath your hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” you said, sly as you kiss his jaw, down his neck to press your lips to his pulsing jugular.

“I- please, I-“ You can’t help the breathy laugh as you move downwards, leaving tender, open mouth kisses along his throat, sucking his skin here and there, revelling in the soft moans and whimpers that slip from the back of his throat. Almost instinctually, his hips buck against yours—you hum, amused, before grinding back against him, feeling him tremble beneath your ministrations.

“I-“

Your hands continue to feel under his shirt, around his ribs, down his waist, down his sternum-

“Stop.”

You freeze, pull back and look at him.

“Jay?”

“I just-“ he swallows as he looks at himself, then at you, as if debating whether or not he should finish the thought and explain. Eventually, he just wordlessly shakes his head, pulling your hands out from beneath his shirt, “No.”

“Okay,” you kiss his cheek before sliding off his lap to settle beside him. You don’t understand what’s wrong, and as curious as you are, it’s not like you’re going to push him for an answer.

Jason is many things: loyal, kind, loving, a dickhead—but emotionally vulnerable and open is not part of that list. Pushing him to do or say anything leads to a quick dismissal at best. And an outburst at worst.

Jason would come to you in his own time.

That time happened to be a week later.

It’s a long night, he forgets himself. He climbs in through your window, tries to be as quiet as possible. But tonight, he forgets himself, shuts the window behind himself just a little too hard and the frame rattles softly. He doesn’t notice you stir or the soft mumble as you roll onto your side, too focused on trying to shed his leather jacket. Through bleary eyes, you can just about see him move about the room, hearing him curse silently.

The bathroom door closes before the lights flick on. Cupboards open and close, more cursing. You slip out of bed, recoiling a little at the cold floorboards beneath your feet, and pad towards the bathroom, knocking softly before pushing the door open.

“Jay?-“

“Shit-“

You freeze at the sight of each other. His bloody shirt is on the floor, staining a couple of your white tiles a vibrant red. Medical supplies are strewn across the counter, medical gauze packs ripped open and a suture needle halfway set up.

And Jason was…

A large gash spanned from his ribs to his hips—at least from what you could from beneath the bloodied towel he was holding his wound.

“Jesus, don’t you knock-“

“What happened?” you ask instead, rushing forward to help him staunch the bleeding. He groans as you apply pressure but doesn’t push you away, letting you come up close to him. You chance a peek beneath the make shift compress, trying to not pull a face as you convince yourself it’s not as bad as it looks.

“I’ll stitch you up,” you say softly as you look around the bathroom—the suture kit that he had already pulled out isn’t sterile anymore, you’ll have to take out a new one… “Go lie down, I’ll…” You trail off as you look up at him, meet his distant gaze as he stares down at you, almost unseeing. “Jay?”

He blinks and the afterimage of fear you saw flicker across his face is gone, face falling back into something more impassive.

“Lie down,” he mumbles, “Yeah… yeah, sure.”

He slips away from you, most likely a little dazed from the bloodloss. You’re itching to know how he got to that point, who could have gotten close enough to slice him like that but you shelve all those questions for later and begin to prep from wound care instead to go make sure your boyfriend doesn’t bleed.

You return to him minutes later, with an unopened first aids kit and clean hands and kneel beside him, from where he was sat on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to…”

“Horizontal, babe,” you say softly as you nudge him. He settles as you flip open the kit and start cleaning his wound, apologising quietly for every wince and sharp breath.

Stitching him up is simple enough—his pain tolerance terrifies you but you don’t utter a word, just make sure to get the job done as swiftly and painlessly as possible.

You cut the last stitch, roll off your gloves, dump the whole thing on the bedside table—unsanitary and dangerous but your hands are trembling a little too much and your nerves a little too frayed from worry to truly care.

“Okay,” you swallow as you press a piece of clean gauze against his fresh stitches, “Sit up, lemme bandage you up.” Jason complies as best he can, muscles flexing under his skin as he sits up for you and you shuffle closer to wrap clean bandages around his midriff. You try to solely pay attention to the task at hand but now that nobody is in danger of bleeding out, you can’t help but let your eyes wonder across his bare torso. They trace the scars that litter his chest, linger on the large Y, carved from beneath his collarbones, joining at his sternum before disappearing beneath my bandaging.

“Sorry,” he says in a small voice. You tuck the end of the wrap into itself before you look up at him. He doesn’t look back, expression almost sheepish as if he were embarrassed. “I’ll put a shirt on-“

“Don’t.” You climb up onto the bed, straddling his thighs as you cup his face, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“You told me you didn’t finish the ice cream last week.”

Your laugh rings clear in the still bedroom as you lean forward to kiss him.

“Well I’m not lying now,” you whisper against his lips. The kiss is slow, tender, as you both pour your souls into each other. “You scared me shitless.”

“Sorry-“

Your fingertips graze along the large scar on his chest.

“I’d ask you not to do it again but you probably will, won’t you?” He nods as he follows your hand, breathing deepening ever so slightly as you feel him. “Guess I’ll just have to enjoy you while I have you here.”

“Babe…”

“Shh,” you push him down carefully, avoiding his injury. “Just let me take care of you.”

His sighs are soft as he follows your lead, letting himself be pushed and pulled around. You kiss him, in a way only a devotee can worship their deity, lavishing him and devouring him.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

You move down his body, from his jaw to his neck. Your tongue runs along the straight scar there—you wonder what happened. You always wonder. But some stories were better kept for quieter nights.

Your lips and tongue brush along his skin, tracing every jagged scar you come across.

“Babe…” he moans breathily as he squirms ever so slightly beneath you, resisting the urge to buck his hips against your body.

“Is there something you’d like, handsome?” You smile as you thumb his nipples, your glee only growing as he whimpers, arching his back into your touch. You pinch them, tug them, make him squirm and pant harder. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Baby, please-“

You leave hickeys on his chest, following the large scar down between his pecs.

“So desperate.”

“Babe-“

You bite his pec, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him keen and buck his hips against yours, making you groan in turn. He grinds his covered hard-on against your crotch, seeking any friction he can.

“You need it, don’t you?”

His nodding is furtive and eager and your heart sores while your hand creeps downwards, following down his happy trail and dipping past his waistband.

“What do we say when we want something?”

“Please,” he whimpers as he looks up at you, adoration and desperation pooling in his deep green eyes. Tears brim along his waterline when you finally wrap your hand around his cock, warm and heavy against your palm. “Please. Please, please, baby, please-“

You tug him out of his underwear before you slowly start to pump, running your thumb along the head of his cock, teasing his leaking slit with the pad of your thumb.

“Such a polite boy,” you purr just as you sink lowered, kissing the scar on his hip before nuzzling your cheek against his cock. “Stay still for me, okay baby?”

You don’t give him any more warning before you’re sinking down on him, taking him into your mouth, wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach. You hollow your cheeks as you pull back up, bobbing your head on his dick as he moans and whimpers above you.

“Baby, baby, fuck-“

You hum in response, vibrations running through him making him shudder. His fingers tangle in your hair as suck his dick, gripping you like he’s unsure whether he wants you to stay or go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, babe-“

You look up at him from beneath teary eyelashes, blinking up at him as if you aren’t choking on his dick. You pull away, making him whine in protest but you don’t cave, continuing to jerk him off.

“You wanna cum, handsome?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, please, I’m- please.”

You lick the precum pearling from his tip before you swallow him down again, grinning at the soft wail and tightening grip. You feel more than hear the moment he tumbles over edge, thick cum shooting down your throat. You swallow before you can choke, but tears gather in your eyes, leaving you sputtering and coughing slightly when you come up for air.

“Good?” you ask softly as you wipe your face. He mumbles unintelligibly as he nods, strong arms finding your shoulders to drag you closer.

He mumbles something about returning the favour later, but you just laugh quietly as you pull him against you, resting his head against your shoulder, so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say as you run a hand through his hair. Only to pause as you bring a hand up to your mouth, pulling a hair out of your mouth.

Jason freezes before chuckling softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind hair in my food,” you quip back cheekily, which only makes him blush.

“Jesus.”

You kiss the crown of his head as you snicker.

“Go to sleep, handsome.” You run your hands along his back, tracing idle patterns against his skin, on his collarbones and shoulders.

“They’re from my autopsy,” he mumbles softly as he tucks himself against you. “From when I died…”

You hum, but don’t speak.

Afraid that maybe you’ll uncover the dread blooming in your gut.

You’ll ask later, is what you tell yourself as you watch Jason yawn, and promptly slip in a heavy, restful slumber.

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(holy shit was this a doozy to write; I usually never write 2k words in less than 48 hours but I hope your enjoyed <3)

[harrywavycurly]

Handle With Care: Sunshine and Citrus

Masterlist: Here

CW: Language, miscommunication, jealousy Harry and one brief mention of your ex and angst like hella angst.

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A/N: There’s only one more part left in this mini series and I am so sorry in advance but just know this does have a happy ending so just hold on okay? 😅

Summary: Harry is on a mission to show you he’s not an asshole but little does he know you’re also on a mission of your own✨📦

Harry feels all the knowledge he has about flowers, as little as it may be begin to slip away as he stares at the multiple bouquet options that are in little black bins right in front of him. For the life of him he can’t seem to remember the color of the flowers he ruined when he ran into you coming off the elevator almost a week ago, so he’s struggling to even know where to start in his efforts to replace them. He chews on his bottom lip as he scans his options for the third time, his eyes landing on an arrangement that has different hues of orange and yellow tulips with the smallest bit of red from a few roses tucked in as well.

A small smile slowly spreads across his face as he reaches for it because it reminds him of all the colors of a sun and if anyone deserves to have a bouquet of flowers that look like the sun it’s you. The girl who smells like pure sunshine and flowers rolled into the perfect mixture with a hint of something fruity, a smell Harry found himself missing so much he even went as far as trying to recreate it with candles and an odd room spray he found at a home decor store and while he likes the way they smell, nothing compares to the real thing.

“Thank fuck you finally picked something we’ve been here for ten bloody minutes staring at flowers like a pair of weirdos.” Niall’s statement of annoyance snaps Harry out of his thoughts as he rolls his eyes at Niall rant, having momentarily forgot he was even standing next to him the whole time he was staring at the bouquet options.

“Why are you even here?��� Harry asks as he heads towards the checkout counter so he can get the flowers wrapped up in paper with some string.

“Because we both know you’ll somehow manage to ruin this whole thing if you do it alone.” Niall states as he looks at the roses next to the checkout counter while Harry just lets out a scoff as he places his bouquet on the counter for the nice woman to ring up.

“I’m more than capable of picking flowers for someone you tw-”

“You’re like an overgrown toddler Harry. Always making a mess of things that should be simple especially when it comes to her.” Niall cuts him off making Harry’s cheeks get warm at his words that even though they may be true doesn’t make them hurt any less. But when Niall looks over and sees Harry just rubbing his lips together he lets out a sigh and gives him a harsh pat on the back. “But don’t worry H m’not gonna let you fuck it up this time.” Niall says trying to reassure him as Harry smiles at the woman as she hands him the bouquet that’s been beautifully wrapped in white paper and some ribbon that’s tied in a nice bow.

“Good luck honey. I’m sure she’ll love them.” Harry feels his face get warm at the woman’s kind words and all he can offer in return is a tight lipped smile and a nod before he turns around and heads out of the store with Niall following behind him.

“Why won’t you just let me give you her number so you can better arrange this whole thing?” Niall asks as the two of them begin to walk the short distance back to Harry’s apartment complex.

“I already told you why.”

“Okay yeah but what if-”

“I don’t want to hear any what ifs okay? I want to get her number myself because I want to make sure she actually wants me to have it and that’s the end of it. We both know if I just text her she’s way too nice to tell me to fuck off so I’ll never know if she wanted me to have her number or not.”

“I get all that Harry I really do. But what if she’s out of town for a week and you leave these on her door and they’re ruined by-”

“Niall.” Harry stops walking so he can turn to face his friend who is usually always trying to look out for him but in this moment he’s not doing much besides annoying him. “I don’t care if she’s out of town for a month the point is she will see that I tried and that’s all I really care about right now. I need her to see I’m not an asshole.” He explains with a sigh as he runs his hand that’s not holding the flowers through his hair. Niall just nods and turns his head in the direction of Harry’s complex.

“You gonna leave a note with the flowers or just drop them off like a secret admirer?” Niall questions with a raise of his brow as he looks back at Harry.

“Fuck no I’m not just dropping them off are you insane?I’m not letting some random asshole take credit for my flowers.” Harry answers making Niall laugh as the two of them start walking again.

You rub your lips together and try to fight off the nerves that are beginning to creep back up as you stand in front of Harry’s apartment door, the pep talk you gave yourself in the elevator long forgotten as you rethink your whole plan. But before you can give yourself anymore time to possibly back up and turn to head back down the hallway to the elevators you raise your hand up and knock on the door. Not trying to be nosey or be seen as a creep to anyone that might glance out of their peepholes or come out of their front doors, you just stand there and do your best to listen for footsteps or any signs that someone is home but after a solid two minutes of silence you come to the conclusion no one is going to answer.

The sigh that you let out if a mixture of relief and also disappointment, having texted Niall asking for Harry’s apartment number so you could try to talk to him about the other night when he showed up at your door talking about zaps and a party but ended with you accidentally hurting his feelings. As you turn to make your way towards the elevators you begin trying to work through what exactly he was talking about when he mentioned feeling a weird static like shock every time you touch him but you’re certain that if something like that was happening to him then you’d have to feel it as well and yet you haven’t, not even once. But most importantly you begin to wonder why you can’t seem to just let the whole thing go, why you can’t just forget about the tall tattooed man who’s been nothing but mean to you since you met him minus the one time he showed you an ounce of kindness when he was drunk standing in your door at one in the morning.

“Why does he have to be so cute?” You mumble to yourself as you step into the elevator. “Like really cute.” You add with a sigh as the doors close and you press the number for your floor. All of a sudden you feel annoyed with yourself for letting Harry’s looks get in the way of the fact he’s not nice nor does he seem to be interested in you, because even when he knocked on your door to invite you to his party he only did it on Niall’s behalf and hours after the party even started meaning he didn’t really want you there.

“He doesn’t like you. So we are letting him go.” You say with a firm tone, you nod at your reflection in the elevator door just before it opens up on your floor. “He doesn’t-” you are about to repeat your new mantra but the words get stuck in your throat as you look down the hallway and see Harry bending down to leave a bouquet of flowers on the welcome mat outside your front door while Niall stands off to the side with his back against the wall.

“Jesus Harry you writin’her a damn novel? Just sign the card and let’s go. I’m hungry.” You hear Niall’s voice from down the hall and you instantly look around for a place to hide so neither of them see you, deciding you don’t really know if you’re ready to be face to face with Harry yet since just a few moments ago you were ready to swear him off and now he’s suddenly leaving you flowers.

“Oh fuck off you’re always hungry.” You hear Harry’s voice snap at his bestfriend and you feel your cheeks get warm at how deep it is but you don’t have time to wonder if he’s always sounded like that or not because you then hear them begin to walk towards the elevators because Niall’s keys he keeps on his belt loop begin to jingle with each step. Quickly you dart into the stairwell and thank your lucky stars they don’t opt to get in some cardio and choose to use the elevator instead.

“You think she’ll like them?”

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t she?”

“Because I don’t know? What if that’s the kind of flowers she hates? Or what if she’s allergic to them or-”

“What happened to not wanting to hear any what ifs?”

“You’re such a twat.” You cover your mouth with both hands to stop yourself from letting out a laugh at Harry’s choice of insult and to keep yourself from audibly awing as he voices his worries about if you’ll like the flowers he picked for you.

“Yeah yeah whatever at least m’not in-” You don’t get to hear the rest of Niall’s sentence due to the very obnoxious sound of the elevator doors opening. You chance a glance through the small window on the door to the stairs and let out a sigh of relief when you see the doors to the elevator have closed and the arrow shows they are heading down.

“Just because he left flowers doesn’t mean he likes you.” You repeat over and over again in your head as you quietly exit the stairwell and begin to slowly walk down the hallway towards your front door.

“Love, Harry.” You whisper to yourself as you hold the card from the bouquet of tulips and roses that are in a yellow and white polka dotted vase on your kitchen counter.

It’s safe to say you’ve been staring at the flowers and the card that was tucked inside them ever since you picked them up off your welcome mat two days ago. It’s also safe to say you have been doing everything humanly possible to not run into Harry since then because you just don’t know what you’d say to him. You’re trying to figure out what exactly it all means, because if you wouldn’t have heard Niall complain about how long it was taking Harry to write the card you never would’ve thought something so sweet could be written by him, the man that usually is extremely short and snarky towards you.

“Tried to pick some that reminded me of you. Hope you like them and they make you smile. I really like it when you smile.” You read aloud hoping that saying the words out loud and not just in your head it’ll help you uncover the secret message that you feel is hidden somewhere within the three simple sentences. “He likes it when I smile?” You question while placing the card down next to the vase.

“Doesn’t mean he likes you.” You remind yourself as you turn to go into the living room, ready to get comfortable on your couch and decide what you want for dinner before starting a movie. Right before you sit down you hear three loud knocks on your front door making you raise a brow because you don’t have plans with anyone tonight and you haven’t ordered anything to be delivered. When you get to your door you look through the peephole and you feel your eyes go wide at who you see standing on the other side.

Harry tries not to let the idea that you’re avoiding him enter in his mind as stands outside your door after his second round of knocks. He thought you moving into the same complex as him would make it easier for him to run into you but he’s quickly learned that’s just not true. Much to his disappointment he hasn’t even gotten a whiff of your floral and sunshine scent in the elevators and he finds that extremely odd because usually it lingers long after you’ve left the room. So naturally that has him convinced that you just haven’t left your apartment recently or you haven’t been home, but when he sees the flowers he left on your doorstep two days ago are gone he knows you’ve at least been home in the last forty eight hours. When he reaches up to knock one more time before giving up he hears what sound like locks being undone so he takes a small step back to give you some space once you open the door.

Now Harry swears he’s not one to really believe in the whole love at first sight thing, thinks it’s silly and probably just a really hearty dose of lust getting mixed up with love. But something about the way your eyes almost get a whole shade brighter when they meet his has his knees wanting to give out and his mouth to hang open as he tries to come up with something, anything to say since he is the one who knocked on your door after all. He finally feels a brief moment of clarity when your eyes break away from his and travel down to the box in his hands.

“Uh hi Harry what-what are you doing here?” He hates how unsure of yourself you are as you cross your arms over your middle as you stand in front of him in a pair of bike shorts and a pink and purple tye dye shirt. He knows it’s his fault that you don’t know how to act around him, he’s the one who can’t seem to get it together around you but that’s also the whole reason he’s here.

“I got these for you.” You look down at his hands as he holds the box out for you and that’s when you get a good look at the picture and label on it, it’s a dish ware set that looks like the ones he broke when he dropped your box. “Sorry if they aren’t the exact same as the ones you had I looked everywhere for-”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Harry feels the corners of his mouth fall a bit at your words, he absolutely did have to do this because he’s the reason you don’t have plates and bowls but he knows you’re just trying to be nice per usual.

“We both know it’s the least I could do.” He counters making you just rub your lips together as you take the box from him.

“But you didn’t do anything right? Nothing happened?” You repeat the same words he snapped at you with when you confronted him after you watched him drop your box, but to his surprise there’s a smile on your face as if you’re teasing him.

“You know that’s the uhm-only box I’ve ever dropped.” He admits with warm cheeks making you quirk a brow at him as if you don’t believe him. “Really out of all the moves I’ve done over the years your box of dishes is the only casualty I’ve ever had. I had a perfect track record.” He explains making you let out a light chuckle as you shake your head.

“Sorry I ruined that for you.” You apologize as you look down at his feet that are once again covered by his scuffed brown boots.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” It’s the way he says it that has you swallowing nervously as you dare to look up at him and you almost have to take a step back at the intensity of his stare. “I’m sor-”

“It’s okay.” You don’t want to hear him apologize right now because you’re not sure you’d be able to keep yourself together if he does it while he continues to look at you as if you hung the moon and all the stars. Harry just runs a hand through his hair as he nods his head but he doesn’t turn to leave like you assumed he would, instead he takes a small step towards you and reaches out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I uhm-sorry I just you had-a hair.” He stumbles over his words as if his tongue doesn’t know how to help him form proper sentences. Meanwhile the spot on your cheek his knuckles lightly skimmed when he brushed the hair behind your ear feels as if it was stung by a bee but without the pain, leaving behind a warmth and slight tingling feeling.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks a few moments later when concern replaces his earlier embarrassment, he bends his knees a bit so he’s eye level with you as you stare off into space with wide eyes and pink cheeks. You don’t know how to answer him, because inside you feel all warm and tingly but your mind is cloudy as if it’s stuck in a fog and can’t find its way out leaving you unable to do much besides just stand there staring at him.

“Uh-uhm I think-” Before you can finish your sentence Harry is grabbing the box just before it hits the ground having slipped out of your hands in your dazed state. “Thank-thank y-you.” Normally Harry would be flattered at someone getting so tongue tied around him but in this moment all he’s feeling is worried as he looks you over and realizes something isn’t quite right.

“Let’s get you off your feet okay? You look like you’re about to pass out on me.” Harry takes your small nod as his permission to softly put his free hand that’s not holding your box of plates on your shoulder so he can quickly maneuver around you and walk into your apartment. He rushes over and places the box on your counter, only briefly catching a glimpse of the flowers he left for you sitting near your sink in a vase before he’s back at the door standing behind you.

“Sorry it’s uhm just me.” He whispers when you flinch at his touch as he places his hands on both your shoulders so he can help you turn around so you’re now facing inside your apartment with him close behind you. “Let’s go to the couch okay love?” He suggests before he takes a step so he’s now by your side and kicking your front door closed with his foot, his eyes don’t leave your face as he drops his hands from your shoulders so he can wrap an arm around your middle so he can help you walk since he can tell your legs seem a bit wobbly.

You feel like you’re floating as Harry practically drags you to your couch, a trail of warmth and tingles left everywhere his hand touches you in the process. Right now it’s your hip he has a firm grip on and it’s sending the tingling sensation right down to your knee almost making you take Harry and yourself out but luckily he manages to get you to the couch before that happens. Your heart is beating so fast you think it’s going to explode as Harry sits on the edge of your coffee table right in front of you so he can get a good look at you.

“Are you okay? Do you need-”

“Why-why’d you get me-me the flowers?” Your words are rushed and jumbled but Harry understands you because you watch him turn and look towards your kitchen where they are sitting on your counter.

“I just want to fix what I broke.” He answers when he turns back to look at you, he wishes so badly he could have an inside look at what’s going on in your mind because the way you’re staring at him has him thinking you’re about three seconds away from kicking him out or you’re about to start crying and in this moment he’s not sure how well he’d handle either option.

“They remind me of sunshine.” You whisper as you place a hand on your chest and try to help clam yourself down a bit. Harry feels a grin take over his face as you tell him the exact reason why he picked that arrangement in the first place.

“They reminded me of you.”

“Sunshine?”

“Yeah.”

“What does that mean?” You question making Harry let out a deep breath as he tries to ready himself to explain evening to you.

“From the moment you opened your apartment door I haven’t been able to get you out of my head and a massive reason for that is because you smell just like sunshine and flowers and-”

“It’s called sun washed citrus.” You correct him making him quirk a brow. “It’s my body wash. It’s called sun washed citrus not sunshine and flowers.” Your words are less mumbled as you begin to gain a little bit more control of yourself. Harry chuckles and nods as you blink at him a few times and he’s honestly not even sure you’re really understanding what he’s saying but that doesn’t stop him from continuing on.

“I was mean to you and I’m sorry. I swear I’m never like that-I’m a nice guy but I think I just knew you were too good or too nice for me from the first time you smiled at me.” You watch him slowly place a hand on your knee and you feel grateful that you’re already sitting down because it sends a tingling jolt down to your toes. “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you upset and I’m sorry that’s all I’ve seemed to do but I think I realized the real reason I just can’t get my shit-”

“Stuff.” You interject making him laugh as he gives your knee a little squeeze.

“Sorry. I know why I can’t get my stuff together around you and it’s because I uhm-well I uh I really like you and it’s got me all messed up.” Harry tries to focus on how much lighter he feels after admitting he likes you, as if the weight that’s been holding him down ever since his party has been lifted off his chest. But he also can’t stop himself from trying to get a sense of how you’re feeling about the words he just let slip out, and right now he really can’t tell because you’re just staring at him with big eyes and a blank expression on your face.

It’s not until Harry removes his hand that’s on your knee so he can use it to run through his hair that you begin to feel the fog lifting from your mind allowing you to think more clearly. You try to register everything he just said to you, the fact he likes you and how he really seems to enjoy how you smell but you can’t make sense of how his feelings for you had him acting like a complete jerk. So with a clear head and a full control of your limbs you push off the couch making Harry quickly stand up and hold his hands out for you to grab just incase your knees give out of your legs feel wobbly still.

“I don’t think you really like me Harry.” Of all the things Harry was prepared to hear you say that sentence wasn’t on the list. He gets a sinking feeling in his gut as he watches you look down at the floor. “You don’t treat the people you like the way you treated me. Thank you for the flowers and the plates that was very nice and-”

“I’m sorry I’m-I’m so sorry for everything I did and said to you I never wanted to hurt you I just-”

“But you did.” When you look up from the floor Harry feels like he’s been punched in the gut, your eyes are glossy and the very tip of your nose is turning a light shade of pink as you sniffle a few times. “I know you’re sorry and I do forgive you for everything but I don’t think you did all of that because of how much you like me. We aren’t in junior high anymore Harry we aren’t mean to the people we have crushes on.” Your words hit him right in the chest as you move away from him and towards your kitchen.

“I’ve seen glimpses of the nice guy you say you usually are but then you just turn right back into this jerk and I’ve already dated a guy who treated me like dirt and it didn’t end well so I’m-I’m ending this before it even starts to save us both the trouble because you’ll just get bored with me while I’ll probably fall in love with you and it’s not fair so you-you should just go.” You cross your arms over your chest and let out a shaky breath as you try your hardest to keep yourself held together, but Harry can see very clearly that you’re moments away from a breakdown and he hates knowing that it’s because of him and the way he’s made you think he’s exactly like your shitty ex boyfriend.

“I swear I’m nothing like him.” He tries to get you to look at him as he takes a step towards you but you just shake your head and take a step backwards until your back is hitting the edge of the counter.

“Then why do you act so much like him?” Harry feels like the wind just got knocked out of him as you stare at him right in the eyes and break his heart piece by piece with every word that comes out of your mouth. He doesn’t try to argue with you because there’s nothing to argue about, you’re right he’s been acting exactly like your ex he just didn’t realize it until now.

“Can I try to explain why I’ve been acting that way? I know it doesn’t make sense right now but I swear there’s just something about you that has me-”

“Please just go Harry I can’t-can’t do this right now.” Your voice is low and watery making Harry feel sick to his stomach at the thought of you shedding even a single tear because of him but he can’t do anything about it since you no longer want him in your space. He lowers his head and lets out a long sigh before he starts to head for your front door.

“I know you felt it.” You turn your head and find Harry already looking at you from where he’s standing by your front door. “I don’t know what it felt like to you but I know you felt something when I touched you and that’s why you looked like you could pass out. So I know you at least feel something for me.” You feel your heart sink to your stomach as he runs a hand over his face to try to distract from the sound of his own sniffles. “If you ever change your mind and want to maybe start over you know where to find me.” With that Harry opens your front door and steps out into the hallway, quietly closing it behind him leaving you alone in your apartment with nothing but your thoughts.

Harry does his best to hold himself together until he makes it to his apartment, only letting out a few shaky breaths and some sniffles in the elevator. When he finally closes his apartment door he can’t hold back anymore as he sinks to the floor with his back up against it. He brings his hands up to his face as he lets out the first of many tears he knows are coming, he swears he’s had his heart broken before but the feeling he has now is as if someone reached inside of him and ripped the entire organ out of his body and replaced it with a black hole. He didn’t see it ending like this with you especially since it ended before it even began, he didn’t imagine for a moment that you’d want nothing to do with him but he can’t blame you because he brought all of this upon himself with how he treated you.

“God I’m a fucking idiot.” He mumbles between sobs as he thinks back to how he really thought some flowers and plates would magically fix everything and have you jump into his arms and want to be with him the same way he wants to be with you. In a moment of pure selfishness he allows himself to cling to the small shred of hope that maybe in time you’ll want to start over with him, you’ll let him show you the man he really is and the story of the two of you can get the happy ending he so desperately wants. So even though he knows it’s probably just going to end up hurting him, he lets a tiny smile form on his face as he tells himself that you just need time and then you’ll come around because you felt it, you felt the zap just like he did and that has to mean something.

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req: omg no bc imagine ur at a family cookout w ur bf (toji) and it’s like his first time meeting ur family, it’s summer time (sundress szn 🌚), and the dress ur wearing is just doing it for him fr and y’all fuck in the bathroom or smthing 😭

Hi Anon! Let's ignore the fact that I finally finished this request MONTHS later 😅Anyways... Here it is!

Meeting the Family

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: You bring Toji over to meet the family. What happens when his mind can't stop wandering to the fact that you decided to wear the prettiest little sundress that he's ever seen?

Notes: Toji is in his early 40's and reader is meant to be in her mid to late 20's!

Tags: MINORS DNI!!!!! Explicit in all ways, dirty talk, age gap, breeding(?), oral (fem rec.), PinV, unprotected s*x, Daddy K!nk.

Word count: 2.1k (I kind of went crazy with this one)

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He knew what your family truly thought of him.

He could see it- the judgmental eyes masked by a tight smile. Your mothers kind words that were somehow tight lipped… he knew exactly what they thought of him. 

Toji, a man pushing 40- dating you. You, who was so young and full of life. You had dreams and aspirations; Toji had a divorce. He could tell the age gap was going to be a problem as soon as he walked into this family BBQ. 

You however, were completely blind to it. If you knew what was going on, or could read the uncomfortable vibe at the party, he could not tell. And he loved you all the more for that. Toji had decided that if it did not bother you, that he wouldn’t let it show that it bothered him. 

It was the least he could do. After all, the longer he spent at this family outing, the longer he could stare at the little sundress that you decided to wear today. 

God- you were so fucking hot, he thought. The pink and orange patterns on the dress made you look as beautiful as the sunset. It made his mouth water as he eyed the way your tits were pushed up by the bodice of the dress, the straps thin enough to tease the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. 

“What was that babe?” You turned to look at him, currently standing next to you as you both filled your plates with food. 

He coughed to cover, but all it did was earn your suspicious eye. “Nothing babe, food looks good.” was his excuse. 

“Mhmm..” you said before returning to your conversation with a cousin. 

Toji shifted his weight from side to side, pretending to listen to your aunt rant about her latest cruise excursion. He couldn't give less of a shit, and ended up letting his mind wander back to your outfit choice of the night… 

–

About two hours passed, your meals finished long ago and the entire family sat gathered around the bonfire out in the backyard. Dad rock blasted over the speakers, almost loud enough that conversation had to be shouted to one another. Activities were just getting started, and the crowd seemed to be livelier than ever.

“We’re drinkers on this side of the family,” you lean in and tell him. You noticed his hesitation to grab a third beer earlier, knowing deep down that your family would think he was weird if he HADN’T drank. 

His scar stretched across his lips as he smirked down at you. “Oh yeah?” he taunted. “Think I can out drink any of these old geezers?” 

You laugh at this comment, “Babe I hate to break it to you- but YOU are an old geezer.” Your hand finds his chest, patting him over his black shirt. 

Toji scoffs before commenting, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Old? Nah- you wouldn’t let some old geezer bend you over the kitchen table last night while you cried ‘Daddy! Daddy!’ huh?”

“Toji!” You cry out, punching him in the arm. “Anyone could’ve heard you…” 

He chuckles, “Not a chance Sweetheart, look around… everyone is wasted.” 

His comment makes you laugh. It was true- your family wasn’t well off, but they sure knew how to party. 

It was then your mother noticed the two of you laughing, the white wine making her feel confident to approach you. 

“OH HONEY!” she cries, loud enough to wake the neighbors. “Why don’t you give Toji a tour of the house! I’m sure he’ll LOVE seeing your cute little baby pictures…” 

“Mom- please st-”

“I’d love to have a tour!” Toji interrupts, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “I’m sure my girl was just as precious as she is now.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, an action unnoticed by your intoxicated mother. 

“Yeah, yeah- I’ll give him the grand tour…” You take his hand in yours, dragging the much larger man back towards the house as your mother waved you off. 

–

His eyes were glued to your ass as you led him throughout the house. It wasn’t a long tour, but by the time you two made it to the second floor his jaw was practically on the floor. Watching you climb up the stairs in that little sundress had his cock hard and his balls achy. 

At a certain point, Toji accepted defeat at the fact that  he couldn’t wait until the two of you got home. Who knows how long you wanted to stay. Was he really about to risk getting caught by your family? 

One more look at the way your breasts swelled inside the dress determined his answer.

Of fucking course I’m gonna risk it, he thought. 

He waited until the right moment; you were showing him the bedroom you grew up in. Thankfully, he was able to lock the door after you walked in without you noticing. 

“You got a private bathroom in your room? Damn- you sure you aren’t loaded?” He teased you, walking towards the large doorway. 

“It isn’t much Toji,” you tell him, rolling your eyes and following close behind. 

What you didn’t expect is for him to pull you completely into the bathroom, shutting the door and shoving your body against it. He locked your hands behind your back, making you unable to move against him as your face pressed into the cool wood. 

You could feel it there- his hard on rubbing against your behind, his hips slowly hiking up the skirt of your dress inch by inch as he rutted against you. Your chest heaved, the surprising situation turning you on immediately. So what do you do? Well, you decide to taunt the beast…

“What? Couldn’t make it home, Daddy?” You ask as you push your ass against his front, rubbing yourself up and down his clothed shaft. The grin on your face was similar to that of a cat, and it made him want to corrupt you all the more. 

“Don’t even fucking tease me, Sweetheart- I’m harder than a rock and ready to tear that little dress off your tight body.” He groaned into your ear. 

Using his free hand he pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck and immediately bringing his mouth to your heated skin, leaving a trail of love bites towards your ear. He moaned into you, soaking in the scent of bonfire and arousal as he shifted himself behind you even more. 

You couldn’t move your hands, wanting to touch him just as much as he was touching you. 

“Toji I-“ you start, but he was quick to cut you off.

“Shhh sweetheart, let me take care of you.” 

He kept his grip tight on your hands, forcing you in place as he kneeled behind you. “That’s right princess, keep your ass out just like that.” 

Quick to shove the fabric of your dress up, he hikes the hem above your ass and uses your restrained hands to hold it in place. Not waiting any longer, Toji didn’t even admire your panty choice before tearing it down to your knees and sinking his face into your cunt. 

“Oh- god!” You cry out, pushing the softness of your behind further into his face. You could feel the way his tongue worked your folds, spit mixing with your arousal as he shoved himself into your opening.

He removes himself briefly, but only to tell you how delicious you tasted. “You’re my favorite flavor sweetheart.” Before diving back in.

Toji used the thumb of his freehand, quickly finding your little button and softly tapping it as he devoured you whole. The quick licks and twirling of your clit was quickly going to send you over as your back arched into his touch. 

“Daddy- fuuuuuuuuck, I-I’m gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Do it princess- do it on my fucking face.” He goads you, wanting to taste your sweet release. 

It wasn’t long before his tongue prodded your cunt just right as you cum hard on face, whimpering as he kitten licks the mess you’ve made on yourself. Stars danced across your vision as your orgasm rips through you, blanketing you in bliss as he massages the fat of your ass. 

“Fuuuuuck!” You cry out, attempting to move away from his touch, but his iron grip keeps you in place.

“Ah- that’s my girl, so fucking beautiful…” 

You take in his words as you slump further into the back of the door, your mind spinning as you try to wrap around the fact that your family was just outside the house… 

“Mmm Toji…. Don’t you think we should be more careful- oh!!” 

Your words cut off quickly as you feel the blunt tip of his cock rub your wet folds. In your haze, you hadn’t heard him unbuckle his pants, but as your neck craned to peak back at him- you look back at the monster you created. 

Toji was beyond disheveled… his face was heated and his eyes were feral as his gaze bore into your own. He didn’t even take his pants off all the way, but just pulled out his member that he currently fisted behind you. 

His cock was hard, the tip leaking precum as he ran the head up and down your puffy folds. You knew at that point there was no convincing the man otherwise- he was going to fuck you with reckless abandon.

One whimper slipping from your lips is all it took, as the older man buried himself deep into your cunt in one swift motion. His heavy balls slapped your swollen clit as he set a hard and fast pace. 

You cried out at the intrusion, and Toji was quick to remove his hands from your back and bring one to your mouth. Your muffled cries quickly filled his palm as you screamed at the sheer girth of his length. His other rested on the swell of your hip, squeezing tight and no doubt leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips. 

“Fuck princesss- you’re so goddamn pretty in that little fucking dress, it makes me want to fuck you up, put a little baby inside you. Everyone will know- you’re fucking mine.” 

His words were as unhinged as the thrusts of his hips. He cock filled you deliciously, the thickness of him stretching you wide as he slammed into you repeatedly. 

Toji rocked against your body, forcing you to bring your hands up to brace yourself for his movements. 

“Fuck- Daddy, you feel so fucking amazing…” you tell him, only making his groan deep into your ear. 

He was erratic, fucking you as if his life depended on it. Beads of sweat dripped from his temple as he focused on the only thing he could think of: filling you up. 

“Want me to cum in ya, baby? I’ll fill you up real nice- fuck a baby into your sweet cunt.” 

He was filthy; but you’ll damned if that didn’t turn you on more. He grinned as he felt the way your cunt clenched tight at his words. 

“Oh? You like that baby? Then I’ll fuck you up real nice…” He said between thrusts.

“Ohhh, please- yes!” You cried, practically begging him to finish inside. 

The angle of his hips hit just right, your second orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you squeeze the girth of his cock tight. 

“Fuuuuuck- that’s it, such a good girl- milk my cock Princess.” 

You rock your hips against him more, and with one final thrust, Toji buries himself balls deep inside of you. You can practically feel him in your womb as he empties his load into you- the heat of his filling you up deep within, it makes you cry tears of  bliss as he stills inside of you. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay baby- I got you.” He says as he pulls out. “Daddy’s got you…”

Toji was quick to catch your tired body before you collapsed. He brought the two of you to the bathroom floor, shifting you so that he was sitting against the door with your body cradled within his. 

Both of you were sweaty, covered in slick and cum, and currently catching your breaths. You look up at him and lock eyes, both of you sharing a huffed laugh as you process what just happened. 

“I hope they haven't noticed how long we’ve been gone…” he tells you, reaching out to swipe away your smeared mascara with a thumb.

You smile before answering. “Nah… mom was wasted before we even came up here.” 

As if on cue you hear cheers from the yard just beyond the bathroom window. 

“Who wants s’mores?!!!” Your mom screams.

And you both laugh. 

Thank you for reading! All notes/reblogs/comments/likes are appreciated besties!!!

[milessunflowers]

trans!wag!ollie with a reallyyyyy tall reader (maybe hockey!reader?) <33

HOCKEY!READER X TRANS!WAG!DRIVER HAS ME ON MY KNEES RN

wag!ftm!oliver bearman x hockey player!male!reader

synopsis: no one loves hockey more than your boyfriend. no one can even compete with how much that man loves ice hockey.

author's note: me watching the ducks/islanders game as im writing this: 🙂‍↕️. tran!ollie also owns my heart. i srsly love it so so much. he's just so precious and dear to me that i lowkey project (DUCKS JUST SCORED AS IM WRITING THIS LFG) onto him a bit too much 😅

any chance he ever gets, he's at the games

will literally drop any plans at all to go to one

even if it isn't your team playing

like he just loves the sport

like one of his friends will ask him if he wants to go to a game and will automatically be there

if it does happen to be your team playing, though, it's an added bonus

but it's not like you don't take him to your games anyways

he is seriously always there

he just likes going to any game possible

plus the atmosphere really helps because it's energetic and loud and helps him feel more secure if he is dysphoric

the jerseys (specifically when he wears ones with your name and number on it) make him feel so masculine

and not to mention that it really has you wrapped around his finger

he loves watching you fight more than seeing you score

he finds it to be the hottest thing ever

especially if you are in the penalty box and you've got an angry look

and when it's on the jumbo tron he's literally obsessed

you love playing the game for two reasons specifically: 1. because you love your teammates and have a blast with them, and 2. because ollie makes it so much better

ollie will rant about how blind and dumb the refs are if they call a bad call against you

boos the refs sometimes too

he is not nice if his team loses because the refs are terrible at their jobs

claims he could do ten times better than them (he cannot)

you guys go on dates to some rinks to play and ollie is moderately good

he is always taking your team hoodies when he is dysphoric

so it makes you know when he isn't feeling that good about himself which turns into a makeshift date filled with heartfelt sports movies

hes very clingy when on his period/when hes dysphoric so you are always prepared with drinks, pain medicine, snacks, and cuddles

he hates the cold but loves the rink so much that he doesn't even remember it's cold

by the time you leave the locker room, he has made a bunch of friends with fans around him as well as has almost lost his voice

you laugh and just kiss his forehead when his voice cracks because of it

hes just so adorable and supportive you can't help it

your teammates know it's gonna be a fun time when ollie decides to sit closer to the ice

because he will try to taunt them just to make sure they are still having fun

plus you guys are absolutely adorable

and with your older teammates, they always threaten you that if you hurt ollie, you'll be shunned

safe to say ollie is their favorite

plus, you and your whole team agree that ollie is the best good luck charm

even if you don't win, you guys always have fun because he doesn't want you to beat yourselves up

best support ever

he is so cheerful and always makes sure that you know how good you did

and when he is feeling down about something, you tell him how handsome and perfect he is

and, whenever you can, you go with him to his appointments and help with his hormone therapy

you guys are an iconic couple that everyone wants to be you and be with you

the height difference is a good few inches so it makes you guys even cuter

like ollie is just staring up at you and has to barely stand on tip toes to be able to kiss you

but you tease him for it anyways

TAGS! (if you want to be added, lmk!)

@op-81-lvr-reblogs, @koalapastries, @justaf1girl, @ghostking4m, @spoonfulofmilo, @seonghwaexile, @alex-wotton, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

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Hello would you be willing to rant about the ace subtext in Yugioh GX season 3 to me ? I haven't watched GX yet (though I plan to) and I have heard about its gay subtext but this is the first time I hear about ace subtext 💜🖤 ! Don't hesitate to spoil to your heart content btw, I don't mind them (they're generally what stimulates my interest in something in the first place) and I already spoiled myself a huge chunk of the season 3 of GX anyway 😅

OH ABSOLUTELY

I meant to make an essay about this ageeees ago but ended up never getting around to it. For starters, let's just talk about how ace coded Jaden Yuki is.

Jaden, at multiple points in the series, expresses a nonchalance, obliviousness, or straight up disinterest in romance. Multiple people ask him out and he either doesn't get what they're asking or turns them down. (This includes a guy btw, no not that one, an undead ghost king asks Jaden to marry him and Jaden turns him down.) Several minor villains attempt to distract him/flirt with him/straight up use love magic on him and it just. Does not work. His tag force profile says, quote "At times a girl may have a crush on him, but he has rarely, if ever, shown any interest."

Okay, so he's gay, right?

Well, as I mentioned, even the one male character that shows interest in him, he turns down, but maybe that was a fluke.

Enter season 3, and Jesse "Johan" Anderson.

Jesse is a sweet befrilled little bishonen boy, with a rainbow magic motif and the accent of Owen Wilson. He and Jaden instantly click. His entire introduction episode is just the two of them hanging out and talking about their shared interests, and Jaden's other friends commenting that they've never seen him act like this with anyone. Over the course of an arc, the two come to completely rely on each other and work in tandem, and Jesse takes to calling Jaden "partner".

This is the part that a lot of folks like to point to and declare "gay!" and I'm not going to deny it. Jesse is an undeniably queer character.

Interestingly, in a series set in highschool, with a large ensemble of characters undergoing coming-of-age plot lines, and having crises of identity, Jesse is one of the only members of the cast to never having an arc around his identity or his relationships with people.

Chazz learns that he came from an abusive family and has to shed the toxic expectations placed upon him by his older brothers, leaving behind the fruitless scrabble for their approval. Alexis slowly comes to terms with the fact that her crush (Jaden) will never like her back and she has spent so long chasing after friendships that she no longer knows how to exist without being an ever smiling supporter and it terrifies her. Syrus wants desperately to live up to his older brother's reputation, except said older brother is actually a mess, and the more Syrus tries to be like him the more he seems to drive them apart. Heck, even Hassleberry has some (extremely clumsy) magical identity shenanigans going on, and reckoning his past life as a dinosaur (it's a long story) with his understanding of himself. Jaden's a whole other bag of worms.

But Jesse is never troubled by his identity, or the way he loves people. That's what makes Jesse queer: he's comfortable with who he is, revolutionary so for his genre. He's happy to just be in Jaden's life.

Then Yubel shows up.

Okay, about Yubel. Now, you might have heard, but Jaden had this bigender ghost dragon demon sharing tenancy in his brain when he was a kid, who's actually a leftover guardian from a past life, who swore an oath to follow Jaden through his reincarnations and protect him, and underwent painful transformative surgery to make themselves an immortal monster creature so they could do just that. They asked past!Jaden if he would always love them, and he said yes of course. Then in present day they got a little into the protector sauce and started murdering anyone who made Jaden sad, so he decided to send them away into the cold isolation of space to stop the murders from happening. Now they're back, and they have a complex.

Specifically, they are very angry at Jaden for sending them away, but also rationalize it as "Jaden promised to love me forever. Then he sent me into the Torment Nexus. Therefore, sending the person you care about to the Torment Nexus = love."

(Learning all this also adds a fascinating layer to Jaden, because it recontextualizes all those interactions he had where he turned people down. Not only is he just naturally oblivious, but subconsciously he tries to hold people at arms length, so they don't go to extreme lengths for him.)

Yubel is royally pissed to come back from The Pain Dimension and see their "spot" at Jaden's side taken by this funky little rainbow southern boi. So they try to reassert their love by killing everyone Jaden knows; placing him in intense pain, and conveniently getting rid of all those "rivals" for his affection.

The plot of yugioh gx season 3 is the villain trying to force the main character into what their idea of a "romantic" relationship should be, while trying to eradicate the person who is completely comfortable loving him in a nontraditional way.

And! The interesting thing about Jaden! Is that he does love!

Jesse sacrifices himself to save Jaden and everyone, and Jaden cannot cope with that. (see above, for him having trouble forming connections because he equates loving someone with deep personal loss that's his fault) He sets out for basically the afterlife, determined to bring Jesse back from the dead, with everyone else in the show trailing after him and telling him this is a bad idea.

Jaden loves Jesse to death and past it. That cannot be understated.

For Jaden, love exists. It's primal and destructive and powerful and almost tears him apart, and he tries to burn down the universe to get the people he cares about back. He doesn't go on dates, he doesn't know what the word "fiance" means, he visibly cringes when people talk about romantic relationships, but he loves so powerfully that the entire conflict of the season, maybe even the entire show, is that Jaden loves so much.

Yubel puts together that Jaden loves Jesse, so they take over his body. They try to shape themselves into the form they know Jaden loves, and short of that, deliver an ultimatum. Them, or Jesse.

Yubel cannot comprehend a world where Jaden is allowed to love them both. Yubel is representative of the view of love as a monogamous, one-and-done kind of situation. Jaden reaches back out and says "No. I love him, and I love you. And I'm sorry."

Yubel cannot love him into the form of relationship they think is "normal". No matter how hard they try, the two of them are never going to be the traditional, picture perfect couple from Yubel's stories of the knight and his bodyguard. They will both always be "alien". And Jaden will never stop loving Jesse, in that messy and vaguely defined way neither of them will elaborate on, even when asked by other characters.

When Jaden gives up on the idea of love and being loved in exactly the way everyone is telling him he should, that's when he gets a happy ending.

It's a theme that permeates so much of the series. Chazz should stop striving for approval from people who don't care about him. Cyrus should stop trying to change himself just to fit a preconceived mold. Alexis can't keep bending over backwards to help people in the vain hope that one day they will love her back the way she wants.

And at the center of it all an asexual character, learning to accept the part of him that loves different from the way he is told he should.

[irrevocablecondition]

Hello! I adore your blog and your yaps so much I’ve been following you for a few months now and I first wanted to tell you that you do so much good! So, a huge thanks to you for using your platform for trans topics/Palestine/as well as fandom etiquette/awareness and for just being amazing!

All things aside though, I do have a question! I was wondering what your opinion on @the-dead-gay-oscars was. I stumbled upon it recently and felt kind of an icky feeling about it, because it just feels like another way of comparing fanfic to mainstream media when fanfic isn’t really meant to be like that? It’s also putting a bunch of fanfic out there for people to vote on/critique publicly, and I cant find whether or not the fanfic writers are asked for permission for their fics to be included in such an event- especially when I know a lot of people have boundaries over that kind of thing. I just wonder if it brings back that almost expectation for fanfiction to be like published modern literature/movies. I doubt anyone had the intention for it to be like that but I just don’t really like it?

Idk, it just left me feeling weird about the whole thing, but maybe I’m being over dramatic and critical over something meant to be fun, which could totally be the case. 😅

Anyways, thank you so much for what you do! Have a nice day!

hiii !! first of all!!! thank youuu 😖😖🫂🫂

and yeah,,, not a fan. idk if this mention tags them and if it does, sorry!!! just some gentle opinions 😖

idk like,, "best" categories in fandom really ick me out. and i think it can be very discouraging to others? like how does the voting work? do they select nominations and then others vote?

oh you've said they do! so yes, then it turns into "oh my work wasnt as good as the one that won" etc etc - i just think there's better ways to show appreciation than creating more pedestals in a fandom that already has a massive issue with idolisation, imposter syndrome, etc etc

and whether the authors are asked permission or not is irrelevant to me (actually,, probably worse if they are and agree in my mind)

idk. good concept, poor execution that i personally think is just discouraging and competitive when this space is for everyyyyyyone to create and enjoy without worrying whether you're better than someone else or the "best" etc etc. and yes, 100% brings expectations.

i get it was for appreciation, but i dislike the notion when really you could just comment on a fic and say you liked it, and then make a post recommending it, or rec it to your friends etc etc. you know??

we don't need awards and competition, we need community and an encouraging space where everyone feels confident to engage and write and draw and edit and do whatever it is that they do without worrying about whether they're the best at it or if they're as good as someone else

unless i get best rant poster. then it's okay. (I'M KIDDING THAT WAS A /J. THAT WAS A JOKE.)

[qwordavoider]

Several Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @chococara25 🫶🏼 so here are some sentences from the next chapter of Parting Waves. The chapter is titled Hard Feelings and it has been so fucking hard for me to write. The overall flow of the chapter has been testing me which has totally killed my motivation. I’m kinda hoping to just get it posted and be done with it so I can move on to parts of the story that are coming more naturally to me. It’s not even finished yet but I’m hoping to get it posted sometime in the next 24 hours roughly. Sorry for the rant, but please enjoy the sentences!

Buck had woken up this morning to a series of texts from Chim and Hen asking if they could talk. At first he had been excited because it meant that they were finally coming to their senses, but now he was dreading it. Meeting with both of them together was his idea. Wanting to get both of these conversations over with at the same time.

But now he was a little worried they were going to team up against him. No, I can’t think like that. They’re my teammates and my family. If they are serious about making things right they won’t turn on me. He tells himself as he is heading to the bar to meet them. Frank would be so proud of him right now. Hell probably the entire 217 probably would be too.

That thought kept him going as he walked in to find Hen and Chim waiting for him at one of the round tables in a more secluded corner. It was a week night so it wasn’t super busy to begin with. But he is glad they chose this spot, hoping it means they really want to talk things out.

parting waves tags because I’m a day later than normal posting the chapter because I’m traveling and I want to give you guys something 😅

@consulting-goddess-of-deductions @sensitivescream @inawickedlittletown @walkedthroughfires @cannibalhellhound @fenrirscarsback @nochance-noway @meltedredweasels @moonydanny @thestrangestthlng @the-little-red-queen @sagahaft @tommy-loves-evan @deansmilo @fierybuck @manifestingchaoticvibes @javanicko @chococara25 @911coded @911-is-my-emergency @harmonic-intervention @teabroomsandbooks @comeon-intothemadhouse @sweaters-and-silly @magdad @n1kkii @nephilimeq @partofthelouniverse @xoxo-jnh-xoxo @angelus-bellator @sleepy-lazy-loser @sassybeautydiysports @dandelioncasey @sporadicmakerwerewolf @eliotwaughdeservesbetter

[hanzajesthanza]

Ok, i need to hear your opinion on this.

I had a short discussion with my friend about shipping. I am generally not a person who likes ships, because if some characters are written to be friends, i can hardly picture them in romantic or sexual relationship, another factor is if they ship actors who play roles and then draw explicit content with them, which is imo hella weird. However generally, ships are harmless and fun, so i don't care much about it. But there is one shipping trope which i strongly dislike, and it's gay Dandelion. Here's my argument:

Dandelion is very flamboyant, very feminine, artistic, he takes care of his looks, he is bit of a coward, he is weak but sassy. Even though these traits are often percived as gay, he is straight. The reason why this matter is bcz he represents me and gives me freedom. I am exactly like him, obbiously an artist, a hopeless romantic, feminine, flamboyant, yet straight. Often i am pressured by my queer and straight friends that i'm in closet, almost every single person from my school thinks i'm gay too, and this does bother me bcz most of them are trying to convince me that i'm gay simply bcz i'm bit eccentric.

That's why Dandelion means so much to me, he reminds me that i can absolutely be dandy and straight at the same time. I can be an artist, i can be a hopeless romantic or sassy queen while still loving women. So, Dandelion represents inner artists and more gentle side of straight men. He doesn't fight with swords, but he knows people, he is good with women, respects them (well, at least for medieval standards), and he fights with words. Turning him gay defeats the purpose of his character and turns him into another gay stereotype.

Just to be clear ofc, i am not bothered by Dandelion ships, ships are obviously not canon, and as long as it makes someone happy, i'm all for it. So don't take this as some rageful rant please 😅 So, what do you think? My friend kind of dissagrees.

Thx 💝✨

i think it’s a fine opinion to have, especially because you express yourself so respectfully of others and aren’t hating on others or on the idea of being gay, you’re simply disagreeing with the interpretation of a character.

and, you know, canon is on your side—he is close with geralt to be sure, but canonically the intention is close friendship.

when noncanon ships get popular in the fandom, it can be annoying because some start acting like they have more “validity” (i.e. canon-ness) to their ship just because it’s popular, and yeah, while yeah i might joke with my friends and such that “i found this evidence! it’s canon! it’s real!” i think it’s important to keep a reality check on board.

tumblr is kind of like the home of shipping, so people on this site might be more sensitive about rejection of shipping as a concept, but to be honest…

i have become more criticial of shipping culture over the past few years, especially because some shipping has been relentlessly untagged, overtagged (into irrelevant tags), or forced on me, like people have approached me with ships/sexual context or discussion of characters, because i like that character so they assumed i liked the popular ship of them. this was upsetting to me at the time, and although i’ve cooled i still get a bit mad thinking about it, because it’s like they weren’t even open to seeing a different take on the character, my take on them, which was/is personal and important to me and something i wish to be understood about

so i can totally understand how you feel, and, i say this as someone who likes the book geralt/dandelion ship.

for that ship and me specifically, my interpretation of it has gone through so many stages, and where i’m at now with it is: i really like the canon characterization, dynamic, and interaction, and i don’t really want to change anything about it (or their relationships with women) to make it “more shippy,” i just enjoy their closer interactions. i guess i play in both camps of, i like them canonically as friends, and i also enjoy the romantic interpretation. my tag for them is “i want to be by your side” for a reason, i think this line can be interpreted as either (though of course shipping isn’t canon, i just mean, if you engage in shipping)

but i see why the romantic interpretation of geralt and dandelion can make people uncomfortable—not because for the reason of being gay, but because intimacy and truth isn’t represented well in male friendships, so geralt and dandelion being solid bros is great to see. though of course, gay representation is also lacking… so this argument can go both ways. worth it to mention that i think intimacy in male friendships being underrepresented is due to homophobia.

i also agree with what you say about jaskier being headcanoned as gay because he is artistic and not physically aggressive, i also find it off and frustrating when people make jokes about how jaskier is an incompetent and sassy gay because, idk, he plays an instrument?

… and don’t get me started on interjecting random stereotypical overly affectionate or “gay sassy phrases” into his dialogue when he doesn’t talk like that. this is really netflix’s fault to be honest, but i wish people would look at the books before they write something… that’s just me though and why i’m picky with fanfic/don’t often read it anymore.

i especially get annoyed when the interpretation directly contradicts the canon, like saying that jaskier is completely inept at any physical ability, because he does a lot of stuff, just not swordfighting—in a little sacrifice, he picks up and swings essi daven (who admittedly is light, but), in blood of elves he runs across rooftops, and in general is probably a good runner because he has to flee a lot from angry husbands

and more specifically, i get that it makes people uncomfortable that he is a philanderer and oftentimes objectifying, lecherous, cheater to women, but at the same time, after spending time with the witcher books i’ve come to realize and understand that that’s a huge part of his character (and for good reason), so i do kind of smirk when people imagine him as totally unattracted to women, like that is kind of a key feature of dandelion, like it or not.

(and on another note, i don’t like it much when his overt sexuality is censored, because it serves a thematic function to oppose him to geralt??? i laugh very hard at headcanons that jaskier is a virgin, that confuses me so much)

back to stereotyping him as gay for his looks and behavior—i’ll also provide a counterargument. as a gay person, i think we are sometimes just comfortable with making jokes about various stereotypes, so this can bleed over into headcanons.

for example, i like headcanoning milva as a lesbian, even though she doesn’t even show any attraction to women in canon, just because i enjoy her short hair and muscular physique—which is totally a stereotype of what a lesbian looks like, but it’s also not a … completely false one? there are plenty of short-haired muscular lesbians out there (to any reading: hiiiiiiii~) and i think the lgbt community as a whole sometimes enjoys reclaiming stereotypes that are based in just, common appearances, that aren’t entirely false, they’re just stereotypes because *not every* gay person looks like that. there are also a lot of skinny artistic gay (or in jaskier’s case IMO, bi) guys out there so it’s, i imagine, also something of a “representation” for them in a similar way it is for you, they like to see themselves in a character.

i think in general the disagreements that arise go back to disagreements on how important canon is to fandom, which is a personal decision for everyone… and even amongst the shipping it is a challenge to find the same or similar interpretations, because it can vary so much

[killuaisaprincess]

Hiiiii sweetheart! I don't know if you remember me but I'm Emil7 from ao3 😅

I just finished my exams and wanted to binge-read your fics but it appears like they were either deleted or hidden--I don't know I can only see 6 fics on your profile? (╥﹏╥)

Is everything okay? I'm a bit worried about what is happening and are you fine? Like in real life and all (╯_╰)

Hope you're doing great though and that really it's nothing! Thank you again for everything 💛

Awww EMILLLL 😭🥺 of course, I’d never forget you!!

I didn’t think anyone would notice or if they did they’d be jumping for joy.

Thanks for caring 🥺

I hide all my Gonki’s for now.

I have PMDD, RSD, and ADD, but it’s mostly the PMDD, that makes me go through these swings every month where I get really depressed and suicidal and also lots of things I love are at threat. Stuffed animals I’ve had all my life, save files, ect.

Even my fics. I can normally fight it, but I worked really hard on my last fic and it like bombed, even more than my fics normally do. And I know people are gonna be like write for yourself ect, ect. And I do. I so do. There wouldn’t be a single fic on my page if I didn’t write for me. And I don’t wanna seem like an ungrateful bint. You and a few others who gave me support I didn’t even deserve meant the world. I don’t wanna make it seem like that means nothing. When it meant everything, but I just worked really hard on it and it was kinda the breaking point for my PMDD. And I know there’s a lot of caveats to my work, like niches, headcanons, the fact I post too much, the fact I write short fics, the fact I act overexcited in my tags. All those things and more, I don’t expect to be like other people who write the popular pair, and get 30/50/200 kudos in a single day, while I’m not in fandom anymore, I started in it and I know what an average is, but I just worked really hard and I guess it kinda just hit hard this time. I really love and work hard and try and it brings me joy.

It’s probs mix of just 5 years of pouring my soul into something, and PMDD, and also years of people telling me my fics make them miserable and they hate seeing me in the tags, I make them wanna die, ect, and no matter how happy something makes me, and how much I love doing it eventually it’s just too much. I don't think people realize it since I delete the stuff, but I get stuff like this throughout the years, this the only one I really kept since I don't want memories, but I had posted it about it that day on Twitter becuz it had been the day before my Gram's birthday and her death ani, so I ranted. And this is honestly one of the tame ones, to anyone it might not seem that bad, but they also did this the day on my Gram's death ani the woman who was more or less my Mom only a few years after she died. All this to say they don't care about the people behind the screen. I also had a fucker comment on my birthday fic, gifts to others fics and so on. Since I comment moderated and turned off guests it's a lot less bad, but then they came here, so I had to turn off anons here, eventually hopefully they run out of places and I can have peace. It's just fanfic bruh, to those people, just mute me and ignore. I like my out of pocket shit and my emojis I'm very much so not a reg brain human 'cause I have brain scarring on top of everything else, so I just wanna have fun.

I know I'm being selfish; no one owes me anything, and I'm honored and usually over the moon for one kudos, but these mental days suck, and they don’t mean I've stopped loving Gonki! I’m just taking a break from the stress of a popular pair. It’ll only probs be a few days to a week, but I want a few mental days off.

I am stressed irl too, but that’s just a circumstance of PMDD it’s hell and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone, and I do my best to keep it off socials, I don’t wanna be like, hey, guys I wanna die! Every month, like…

I’d never want to delete what made me so happy, and I love and I still love, so orphaning wasn’t a choice. I mean it is, but that would be like me throwing the towel in forever, and I still wanna post and write it’ll probs just be Zukini for a bit.

I’d like you to know tho, that you and the few other people who supported me meant the world, and have helped me and meant so much. 🩷 it brought me such joy that anyone could love my fics. Most the time I wake up like, holy shit?! Anyone likes my fics?!

But I think every creator probs goes through a burnt out and sadness on lack of engagement build-up of hate getting to them ect at some point sadly 😞

But I’m okay, and they’ll be back for you to read! Soon! Until then I hope you enjoy the rare pair 😂, I don’t mind keeping my rare pair up, ‘cause no one reads it anyway, and it’s not a popular pair so less of a target on my back these unhinged people who attack me over a bunch of headcanons and fluffy fics are not gonna give a f about Zukini. I’m talking to my bf and enjoying the Stellar Blade collab in Nikke and failing to pull Pajama Noa in Blue Archive and getting my Plat in Lulua anddd even touching some grass outside games and still writing! And still enjoying life, so dw, I know I had a super duper bunch of depressing shit above, but I’ll be okie!

[enderfoxx-77]

Hihi! Started (and finished) reading 2Gigaheartz today and duuuude. Words cannot express my love for this fic. I've left like a hell of a ton of comments but I need you to understand that my brain chemistry has been changed permanently, so I'm hopping over to Tumblr too. I love everything about this, from the writing style, to the obstacles the characters are facing (esp Impulse's overthinking. I'm sure we could all relate to that), right down to that morse code barrier that translates to the title of the fic (about that - I think it's cause of the platform you use to write, but when you put down two dashes it converts it into one long dash, which disrupts the code a little bit. But it's still a really neat Easter egg! :D)

Also just wanted to say that you've singlehandedly gotten me into Skizzpulse. So. Thank you author for blessing me with this fic.

Wow, hi. Not gonna lie, when I first started writing this fic I didn’t expect people to love it so much, especially as we all tend to be our own worst critics

It makes me so happy that you were so hooked that you not only read it all in one go but left so many lovely comments, which I will respond to individually in like 30 mins (gotta do my daily check through the Hermitcraft tag first lol).

I’ll look into to the thing with the dashes in the morse code but ao3 formatting is a nightmare to me. Tried to add something to the most recent chapter yesterday after I had already pasted it in and it turned into a whole ordeal 😅

Skizzpulse is great 👍 I recommend browsing the ao3 tag as they have some real bangers.

Thanks again for such a lovely message and hey, feel free to rant about the story or about Skizzpulse in general through the ao3 comments or the askbox (I would give you my discord but I’m not sure how to without just publically posting it on here??)

[spectator-zee]

Hey there! I saw you've been starting to expand your own rewrite so I'd thought of a few questions or you! Now I'm not fully versed in your Wish AU, but I'm genuinely curious. So here we go:

How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys. 😂

How long does your storyline go on?

Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

When can we expect the first chapter?

Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug:

Good luck on your stuff! 😎

1. How did you come up with the idea of your rewrite? Was it from watching the Disney movie or other people's rewrites?

I got inspiration from both my mutuals, the movie, some tropes i love from watching different anime and reading multiple Webtoons.

So my little wish au was born. It was initially was just going to be my little secret, just drawing my own version of Asha and Starboy and writing down some ideas for the AU whenever I have ideas for it, but when @signed-sapphire tagged me to recreate my Asha and Starboy on this picrew they found, well-

I was forced to reveal my two kiddos 🤧

(Just kidding Saph ily platonically-)

ANYWAYS-

Lots of stuff changed compared to the first draft too.

I actually had two other wish AUs before the current one i have right now.

One is a sort of villain AU of Asha and Starboy, where i named that Starboy Alzir. (I can't remember why i named that guy like that tho)

And one where Asha is the thought to be dead princess of Rosas turned vigilante of some sorts, also with a Starboy (also named Orion). The guy was WAY less traumatized than the current Orion, Good for him!

2. How does SFTS!Asha interact with other Wish AU Ashas?

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀(by @your-ne1ghbor) My Asha enjoys spending time with Neighbor's TKoRaT!Asha, they would probably talk about hobbies and what they do to alleviate boredom when confined inside a castle. Though my Asha mostly focused on her job of doing paperwork and castle finances and whatever the heck a princess's job is inside the castle idk. Imagine Navier from Remarried Empress, i definitely got inspired by her a lot when it comes to my Asha.

The Fallen Star 🌠 by @signed-sapphire She would probably not get along with Saph's Asha very much, she'd also try to reel TFS!Asha back whenever she's being rude to someone.

I feel there would be a scenario where TFS!Asha would be ranting to my Asha about the TFS!Seven teens for not appreciating their perfect and benevolent princess and my Asha would just be looking at paperwork and be like-

"Mhm" "Yes, that must be awfully tragic"

My Asha would NOT be listening at all LOL

Reach for the Stars 🌌 @oh-shtars At this point she's not surprised that there's an AU where she's a servant instead. She'd also be kinda akward towards her. since most of the castle staff in my AU knows of her existence but hasn't seen her personally or thinks she's intimidating/standoffish and she'd try her best to not "scare" RFTS!Asha.

Aled Wish au 🏙️ by @uva124 They'd bond over coffee and overworking maybe?

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 by @annymation She'd ask advice on how to draw other people, as she only knows how to draw herself, her surroundings and some animals.

Wish Granted @rascalentertainments She can't tell if WG!Asha doesn't like her or not because of her sarcasm. Though she thinks that WG!Asha probably already doesn't like her due to her being adopted by the Royal couple.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 @chillwildwave She'd relate on to her not being good at magic and both of their Magnificos berating them for not being good at it, she'd try to teach some of the spells she learned by herself to TWK!Asha tho.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 @tumblingdownthefoxden If she ever hears about TaatS! Asha was being stalked, she would have been pretty pissed and if she had the authority, she would have had them arrested and served prison time or community service.

Cause..im pretty sure that STALKING SOMEONE THAT IS THE KING'S APPRENTICE ARE PROBABLY GROUNDS TO SOME PUNISHMENT AT LEAST

3. Same as #2, but with Apollo and the other Starboys.

The Kingdom of Roses and Thorns 🥀 With Neighbor's TKoRaT! Star, Orion sees him as his first Starboy friend, his homie, his first partner in crime! Whenever he wants to hang out with someone (that isn't Asha), he goes to find him first...and drags him along with his shenanigans

The Fallen Star 🌠 With Saph's Cielo, he now has a pranking buddy! (Besides TKoRaT!Star of course) He does get concerned that he trusts so easily towards strangers. But good thing he's a living lie detector and he'll look out for any bad guy that wanna take advantage of him....aaand cue him shooting an arrow at TFS!Mag. Sorry Saph-

Reach for the Stars 🌌 Sueño my boy, Orion would play music for him whenever he sees Sueno is upset or uncomfortable to calm his nerves. When he heard about how he got imprisoned by Magnifico and got his magic drained for years...well, let's just say he had a violent reaction and RFTS!Magnifico is going to be a pincushion once Orion gets his hands on him--

Aled Wish au 🏙️ Wish Uva's Haedus, he had to do a double take cause he can sense that Haedus is pretty powerful. But after getting over that, he thinks that he's really cool to hang out with. Orion would also love Naos and Nembus, he'd try to teach them how to perform spells that they can do even with weak magic.

The Kingdom of Wishes 🌟 He'd be in awe over Aster's cool cape and question how the heck did he manage to defeat his Magnifico. He'd also applaud that Aster was ready to square up against his Magnifico too, i still remember the swords he made out of stardust, even though it didn't hurt Magnifico, it was still one of my favorite moments.

Wish Granted 💫 WG!Star!!!! i love this little bundle of Joy, Orion would have a bit of a hard time keeping up with Star's energy at first though. He'd also be pretty protective as Star doesn't seem to recognize how dangerous his royal couple is.

The Wishing Kingdom 🏰 I remember wave mentioning that Antares has a tendency to lie a lot. Due to a past experience, Orion manifested the ability to tell when someone is lying. Whenever Antares lies about something, Orion...would not call him out on it, in public at least. He'd first yank him somewhere private and ask if he's okay and that he's here if Antares needs someone to talk with.

The Assistant and the Star 📚 He can heavily relate with having healing powers yet not being able to save people who they needed to protect. (I love Altan's backstory btw) On a less angsty note, They'd bond over being the only Starboys having fluffy fur on their outfits. Orion would start a "Starboys with Fluffy fur on their outfits" club, only with two members at the moment :')

4. How long does your storyline go on?

In universe it would either be a few months or a year at most.

Cause I feel like it would be like an anime/cartoon(??) series with episodes in it to show dynamics of side characters with one another, or Asha and Orion shenanigans, The Royal couple shenanigans, even an episode dedicated to Asha's owl and Amaya's cat just having beef with each other. Asha and Orion needs time to establish trust with one another over time. Gain allies to stand against the King and Queen, Make the people doubt about the Royal couple, Arc where Asha gets to explore outside the castle walls!, Asha having her first public appearance, episode showing what happened to Rosas' previous King and second prince, Orion backstory, 7 teens POV, all that fun stuff.

(Disclaimer: I am NOT writing all that- I have NO writing experience whatsoever, my au is just a fun little concept that i would just either draw out or share little fun facts about whenever inspiration strikes)

5. Uhhhh.... Any Angst, I'm still new to it. 😅

Magnifico gifted Asha a crown made of thorny vines for her birthday, she still wears despite it being hurting because it's the only crown she has. And to remind herself that a princess's job is a heavy/painful burden.

6. How many songs are you including in your rewrite? Do they include A Wish Worth Making, or This is the Thanks I Get or perhaps an original song?

I don't really plan on Writing this au, it's more like a fun concept that i would share fun facts of or draw occasionally. But if there would be music in it, it would include most of the Songs that are already in the movie except:

• I'm a star • This is the thanks i get • Knowing what i know now

and i would replace them with songs like:

• Wouldn't you like

(Because i freaking LOVE Epic the Musical okay? and Orion would be the type to sing a happy tune with some sinister lyrics sometimes lol)

Here, Orion makes an offer of partnership between him and Asha, he'd be her ally in the quest of preventing Magnifico and Amaya's plans, he also sings some of their crimes during the song too

"She can turn you into an animal that would end up on a plate! "She can all but make you fall in love, like you're on your hundredth date! "He can turn into a monster! And he'll grind you to the bone" "They have all the ways to haunt ya, if you take them all alone!"

He sings these crimes that they they have done in a catchy tune so Asha won't get too spooked but he makes sure that she understands that those two are definitely dangerous and you should be very cautious around them. Because they have definitely done these acts, and would definitely do it again to any person who would oppose them.

• They're only Human

Here the Royal couple sings a duet, looking down on the people that are so far beneath them. Also I'd imagine them singing the Annapantsu and Caleb Hyles Cover instead of the OG version (I still love the og tho)

Not entirely sure what rebellion song I would replace "Knowing what I know now" though

And if there would be an Original song, it would be a song about Asha singing/comforting Orion because he's having a mental breakdown. Singing to him along the lines of- "Deep breaths" "Count with me" "And Repeat"

Idk I'm not a songwriter

And it would be named something like- "Don't blame yourself" or "Things that weren't your fault"

And at some point, Orion would sing this back to her, like a reprise of sorts when she's the one who needs comforting

p.s. I just realized that "Here comes a thought" from Steven Universe would be a perfect alternative instead oh my god-

7. Is there a Flazino in your rewrite?

Oh yeah he exists, Asha gave him a raise once, surprised that he didn't quit being Magnifico's magic apprentice since all the previous ones quit and was never seen again (She's secretly investigating where they are as she caught wind of their families being worried sick about them). Flazino didn't know why his salary increased and who did it, cause it's definitely not Magnifico or Amaya, but he's grateful to that person.

He also goes around Rosas to help with his magic, as he's one of the only people in the kingdom authorized to use magic. (Being Magnifico's apprentice and all)

8. When can we expect the first chapter?

I'm not really a writer, so i actually plan to show some happenings in my au with drawings once motivation strikes once in a while, or if some people asks me about stuff about my au cause i don't really talk about stuff unless someone asks me about it

9. Are all 7 Teens included in SFTS, or is it reduced? Or are they just wiped from existence? 😂

They exist! They help their parents who work at the castle, like an internship of sorts so they would take their places once they have come of age. (This might change in the future who knows)

10. Out of questions, but I want to give you a hug

❤️❤️❤️HUG!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ❤️❤️❤️

[think-ill-watch-it-burn]

HI HELLO I LOVED UR KONBENI RANT SNFJSNFJMSJF so could i request a konbeni scene in which they agree to become romantic partners? i would love it if they also shared kisses, but if there aren't any, don't worry about it. just, the moment in which they make it official?? pretty please with a cherry on top ( •̯́ ^ •̯̀)♡?

HI HI HI I'm so glad you liked it!!!!

So, I saw your tags again and wanted to reply to a few of them cause (first of all SDFLUHSDHFLAIDHFLIAHF THANK YOU!!!) they got the ol gears goin...

Putting it under a cut because, uh, it got away from me a little bit there... 😅

"and I think that after shinra makes a new world it makes sense for them to take that step"

That's actually what I was thinking/where I was going with it! But I didn't want to say it outright just in case it was too spoilery. I think prior to then there's just too much going on and Beni's hands are too full. Even if Beni approached him about it Konro would know that it would be too much of a distraction at best. He knew what role he needed to play for Beni to fulfill his potential, and that Beni still had some more growing to do.

"I think Konro started to fall in love ever since after the great fire and beni had to shoulder asakusa... like their relationship evolved there from mentor to partners, and that's when konro started to see beni in another light"

I think that specific moment, during the great fire, he still saw Beni as a boy, his underling that needed protection and guidance. He had probably felt the need to step into Hibachi's role in Beni's life after he died, understanding why Hibachi did the things he did and that he was absolutely right about Beni. He needed to make sure Beni didn't turn into the monster they all knew he could become.

But then their dynamic shifted and Konro, as much as he loathed it, knew he needed to not only start pushing Beni toward the leadership he was intended for but also had to rely on him. Beni became his caregiver, nurturer (in his way), and simultaneously started wearing the shoes of the Leader. I agree, that's probably where his view of Beni changed.

He'd developed an admiration for him, a genuine respect. Compounded with this new dynamic and seeing Beni care for him with such patience and tenderness - he'd have probably started developing feelings then but stamped them down before he even had a chance to contemplate them. He'd talk himself out of them, maybe even berate himself for letting the thought cross his mind.

"and i think beni would push but can't quite figure out why it also scares him"

YES! That so feels like him, especially when he's still trying to wrap his head around all that being a leader entails. He very much seems like a living in the moment kind of person, chasing his desires as they come without considering the consequences - which, some of that comes with youth. But, outside of Hibachi and Konro, he doesn't seem to have had many severe long-term consequences.

If he drinks too much his people have his back, and he can just steam it off (I'm assuming, kind of like he did with the poison at the Holy Sol temple). If he gambles his money away it's fine, it's just money, that's just the nature of the game. Just like his little adventure with Joker, he didn't consider the consequences of starting an all out war with the most powerful entity in the world, the one that supplies Konro's life-saving medicine.

He'd find himself thinking of Konro in a different way and wanting to chase that feeling, but when the moment comes to have the conversation/make the move he's paralyzed and confused and unsure what to do with that.

"and in the end. once he's no longer "god" and once konro is cured. they have the time they have the freedom and they can explore it at their own rhythm"

AND ALSO Beni would have matured enough to understand the weight of changing the relationship with His Person, his rock, best friend, pillar (great way to put that!).

Konro really sees the man he's grown into, his respect and admiration has fully bloomed. He can take off the mentor hat (especially now that I think Hibachi is back too?) and allow himself the opportunity to step into a different role with Beni.

And you're right! They'd have all the time and freedom to explore these new feelings and let their relationship bloom naturally, without the pressure of their people (the WORLD) counting on them to save them.

OH BUT IT WOULD BE SO COMPLICATED. What would their people think?? What would Hibachi think??? Do they keep it secret? For how long? How do they navigate this new relationship, this new world, and the anxiety of not knowing how everybody is going to feel?

"also konro being your husband is so legit. i don't really get joker but KONRO??? yeah sign me tf up too XX"

GET ON OVER HERE SISTER WIFE!! There's enough of our big boy to go around!!! 🤣🤗 I really, really love the idea of Konro and Beni kinda sharing their partner. I didn't really ship them together myself but BOY did I ship tf out of a throuple situation 🥵 Beni secretly getting turned on listening to Konro and his partner, Konro teasing them knowing they're attracted to Beni and that he can hear them, an invitation to join them turning into all three of them eventually sharing a room. Or vice versa, Beni sharing his partner with his lonely best friend, watching his partner take care of Konro and breathe new life into him, giving Konro something he'd probably thought was behind him. And sharing it together. Just 😩🙌

I always liked Joker but I didn't really get SUPER INTO HIM until pretty recently. I love me an antihero and can relate with his backstory. And despite how awful his life has been (and how he's kind of cracked over the years because of it), there's still humanity and even glimmers of softness in him. Also he's sexy as a mfer, that voice 😩, he's a little unhinged, broken, weird, but oddly charming. He's ✨complicated✨😂 Idk maybe it's a little toxicity with some trauma sprinkles but wheewww he's been taking over my life lately. But lbr I always, always come back to my Konro 🥹🥰

OKAY I'M SORRY, I got a little carried away there. Below is what you *actually* asked for lmao

This is (mostly) sfw, there's a tiny little spicy bit there at the end but nothing vulgar. Mostly just angsty fluffy fluff

Sagamiya Konro x Shinmon Benimaru

Try

Konro sat cross-legged in the center of his room, his back to the door, head lulled to the side as he practiced his morning meditation. The golden sunlight filtered through the screened windows gave the room a warm glow; incense burned in a dish on his dresser, adding an earthy spice to the soothing atmosphere.

Beni crossed his arms and propped himself in the doorway, smirking as he burned this moment to his memory. The open wounds once riddling Konro's shoulders had diminished to faint scars, his bare back an expanse of the bronzy skin it used to be. Months of intensive training had bulked up his atrophied muscles, his shorn black hair was tied into the high knot Beni remembered from his youth. If he didn't know better he'd think he was a kid again, idolizing the strength and sturdiness of his young superior.

But they were men now, both of them, marked by war, loss, hard decisions and, ultimately, a literal earth-shattering victory.

A conversation replayed in Beni's mind as he hovered, anxious anticipation rolling in his stomach. They'd talked about it only once, the words left unsaid speaking volumes over what had been. The timing was wrong, there was too much at stake and no room to sift through confusing and uncomfortable feelings.

But now, in the relative peace of their new reality, the idea was a persistent gnawing in the back of Beni's mind. There just never seemed to be a good time to bring it up, and he really didn't even know how. Things continued business as usual, despite the unspoken tension between them.

So, Beni figured, if the right time wouldn't happen on its own he would have to make it happen. Now that he was here, he didn't know what to say or how to proceed. So he stood, propped in the doorway, watching Konro meditate.

"You planning to say something or just stand there all day?" Konro glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow cocked, grinning.

"Oh. Uh, hey. You busy?"

Konro rolled his shoulders and swiveled on his behind to face Beni, forearms resting on his legs. "Not anymore. Did you need something?"

Beni's mouth went dry, heart thumping in his throat. He was already nervous but seeing Konro like this - eyes and face no longer sunken, every bit the young heartbreaker he used to be, awash in glowing golden light - made him want to melt to the floor and slither away.

"I guess I just figured... maybe we should talk." He barely got the words out of his dry throat, cringing inside at the insecurity dripping from his voice. Konro nodded, patting the floor in front of him.

"I agree. Come, sit." He straightened his back as Beni folded his legs in front of him, avoiding Konro's steady gaze. He bit his tongue to quell his smirk seeing Beni, wild and impetuous and fearless, such a nervous mess.

Neither of them spoke for a drawn out moment, Beni suddenly captivated by the mat beneath his legs, Konro watching his face with a poorly restrained smirk quirking his lips.

"Beni," Konro started quietly, "look at me." Konro's stomach fluttered when Beni met his gaze, the weight of his heavy emotions passing wordlessly between them. His smirk faltered, gaze softening. "I wanted to talk to you, too, but-"

"There never seemed to be a good time," Beni finished.

"Yeah. You too, huh?"

"Yeah." Another long pause stretched between them, Beni's heart still thundering. "So, have you-"

"I've been-"

"Sorry, go ahead," Beni offered, cursing the raw sound of his dry throat. This feeling was torture, but Konro's patient smile set him at ease a little.

"I was going to say I've been thinking about what we talked about."

"We didn't really say much."

"No, I guess not. But... I think we need to." Beni's heart skipped a beat. He swallowed.

"Yeah? About what?"

"About..." Konro sighed, his patient confidence crumbling under the pressure of the confusing feelings he'd spent months combing through. "We have a lot we need to talk about, this isn't something we should take lightly. You mean the world to me, Beni. I've always loved you as family but... the man you've become. I..."

Seeing Konro struggle this way, pained confusion in his eyes, wrenched Beni's pounding heart. "Konro... I don't want to put you in a difficult position..."

"No, no," Konro dismissed with a wave of his hand. "I put myself here. I just... this was very unexpected." He wiped a hand down his face, breath heaving and heart thundering, eyes averted to his own lap. "I... have feelings for you, too, Beni. I catch myself thinking about you in ways I shouldn't. I've thought a lot about this and... you're a grown man capable of making your own decisions. If this is something you want, if you're really sure, then... I'd like to try."

"I do - I mean, I am. I'm sure." Beni reached for Konro, stroking his fingers over his clenched jaw and lifting his chin so he would look at him. "I'm sure."

Konro sighed and chewed on his lip, his wide eyes scanning Beni's face. With a smirk on his lips and softness in his eyes Beni rose to his knees, nudging Konro's legs open to scoot between them. He took Konro's worried face in his hands and tilted his head to meet his gaze, thumbs stroking his cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" Beni asked, his panting breaths puffing over Konro's face. Konro nodded, his hands nervously slipping around Beni's back, eyes dropping from Beni's heated gaze to his lips and back. Nodding back Beni nuzzled his nose against Konro's, watching his eyes drift closed, then brushed his lips tenderly over his. Konro's lips parted in response, head tilting back further, one hand sliding up Beni's back to rest on the back of his head, fingers curling in his hair. Beni smiled, teasing Konro once more with a gentle brush of his lips. Konro, frustrated, pulled his head closer into a proper kiss.

Konro inhaled deeply as their lips touched, sucking Beni's bottom lip between his and running the tip of his tongue over the outer ridge. Their nervous panting became heated huffs, a low groan in Konro's throat when Beni scooted closer, his fingers tangling in the short hair at the back of Konro's head.

They stayed like this, sharing deep, sucking kisses, the wet sound of their lips and their panting breaths filling the air. Konro pulled back, breaking their kiss before it went too far, and cupped Beni's face in his large, rough hands. Beni looked confused. Konro smoothed the wrinkle in his brow with the pad of his thumb, chuckling.

"I don't want to rush this. And it's the middle of the morning, the girls and the Master will be looking for us soon." Beni huffed and rolled his eyes, but he knew he was right. There would be time for that. But Beni, ever the precocious brat, shifted his leg so that his thigh would press between Konro's legs, grinning at his surprised gasp and what he found there. Konro's eyes darkened, his hands fell to Beni's hips and squeezed roughly, pinning him so he couldn't do it again. "Stop it. I don't want to start something I can't resist finishing. Not yet."

With a swift smack to Beni's behind he urged him to his feet, following shortly behind. They brushed themselves down and collected their thoughts, pressing down their collective excitement and preparing to face the rest of the day. Later they would be able to spend time alone, but for now it was back to business as usual.

[potatowithahat]

Heloo😁 I was wondering if you could write a blurbo - do you think Harvey would be attracted to a very dorky, goofy farmer who has a bit of social anxiety so they come off as boring & polite first but then with time they notice the funny qualities, though the farmer has convinced themselves that nobody will like them due to a string of rejections in the past?

I know its very oddly specific😅 but plz tag me when you post it. I like knowing other ppl's ideas on this.

Of course!!!!

I was actually a little surprised at first because the person you describe is basically me in a nutshell lol 😆 like I have big social anxiety but you get me comfortable and I'll rant to you about Sdv or Hannibal for hours.

As for the Harvey part you gave me a great idea for a fic (Which is coming out later and I will gladly tag you in) but I think he'd be a little off put at first.

I think that Harvey himself suffers from a little anxiety and understands how your feeling, as he was the last person to move into pelican town before the farmer.

I think as far as the goofball side goes once Harvey notices it and they get more comfortable he falls fast and hard. Writing little love notes in his journal, drawing her eyes on medical charts (Which he feels terrible about and imidiately erases when he notices) he's like a middle schooler with there first crush

When it comes to rejections Harvey's all too familiar. I feel like everyone hes tried to really date before the farmer has eather turned quickly into a situationship or ended varey poorly. He definitely understands the place that the farmer may be coming from, though that doesn't mean its not a hurtle for both of them to jump.

Once he does find out that the farmer is interested in him, he goes out of the way to know there wanted. He invites them to share there morning coffee together, go on walks, help him with his model planes (something he won't let anyone else touch). He's not really used to relationships, so any little thing he can do to show the farmer he wants them.

@minnieplier-blog

[sparkles-oflight]

I wasn't going to post this. I saw everyone jumping on the "let me tell you my emotional connection to joker out" train and I wasn't going to participate because.....well....my annoying ass already said everything there needs to be said through tags on random posts (I should really learn how to shut my mouth).

But now it's 4 am (thank you Rosa Linn, I can't say that seriously ever again), I'm having trouble sleeping since I'm not fully recovered from my cold, so, fuck it.

I'll go on a rant so... I'll add the little thing that "divides" the post so that is easier to skip

Ah....where to start...I could tell you how I started enjoying joker out but that's a wholeass post on itself...

So, I'm going to start with how I connect to each member.

Bojan, you were the one who "opened the doors" to me. Frontman doing his service. In Bojan I saw a lot about myself. I saw a guy who loves to make bad puns, who loves languages and brag about their multicultural knowledge. I saw a guy who can be awkward at times, who deal with anxiety problems... Who says they'll stay away from Social media and then proceeds to post the most unhinged things. I saw someone who likes to understand societies as well (please be my tutor, I really need to pass sociology this is year) and likes to fight stereotypes.

Kris told us Bojan's parents can be a bit more judgy and without going into a lot of details, I'll say I also understand that so much (I didn't want to bring sexuality into this, but even if Bojan turns out to be straight, I still relate to all the pressure is parents must put on him just because he goes against "the norm" in the Balkans).

Kris...my bitch.

(Jk jk, I love him a lot).

How do I start?

Kris and I honestly have a lot of common too. The whole "bullying for falling at being one gender" thing hits so close. I don't talk about my gender much but I currently identify as a enby/gender fluid. However, for most of my life I was terrified of failing as a girl.

I remember coming home and asking my mom why was I different from the other girls (NOT IN THE WAY YOU ARE THINKING, PLS, I'M QUITE LITERALLY JUST NOT A GIRL 😅) and she would reply stuff like "Of course you are like the others, you have a vagina like them" - this sounds so bad and it made me feel so much worse because it didn't provide me with an answer at all to the bullying I endured. I had short hair, liked "boyish" things and so I was called a boy (+I got transphobic comments too ✌🏽😙). I was never as close with the girls because of it and boys would also exclude me from being too close to them. I was in the middle and I had to change my personality countless times to fit my assigned gender.

Now that I'm in university, I finally figured myself out and it's so refreshing waking up to see myself with short hair again, with more "genderless" clothes, having no problems with my little "moustachio" and being able to appreciate what I see in the mirror... learning to love myself.

Kris as we know him identifies as a man. He, however, also learned how to break the gender stigma (AND THAT OUTFIT IS A FUCKING STATEMENT) and learned that having confidence in himself is all that matters. No matter how long your hair is, no matter how you dance or sing, no matter the color of your pants. Be yourself and be proud of you are is really what matters!

Jan....I actually don't have a lot to say (I think I wasted most my words with Kris), but just like Kris I also love how comfortable Jan feels in himself and how little he seems to care about what others think. I love his sense of humor and his style. I love his voice and how sometimes he can get a little embarrassed off-stage...I would just really love to have him as a best friend honestly. He probably zones out instead of listening, but oh well 😅

Naceeeeee, my teddy bear. I also don't have the energy to dive too deep in the topic, but as someone who also struggled with body image issues, I'm so proud whenever Nace feels comfortable on his own skin. It's refreshing.

But obviously I gotta mention that post. It's kinda funny to me that he wrote that when I'm currently writing a story for my script class about how it is to live with divorced parents and how the feeling of belonging is something we strive for.

It's something I definitely struggled with all my life and it's getting worse as time goes on. It's so refreshing to see another person go through and talk about it and seeing that they reached the happy ending I'm also looking for...

Jure le chatton. You know I don't usually talk much about you because we know nothing about your life. However, that interview where you said you asked your mom why you were problematic, hit me hard. For a lot of reasons I have mentioned before, but also because I'm considered problematic by both my parents. I don't want to get into many details... It's 4m after all.

There's one thing I was going to mention on Bojan's part, but I figured it would fit the whole band.

I really really am looking up to these guys. They are around my age and they have done so much already. I have been stuck in the past couple of years due to my depression - and realistically I never thought of actually turning 18, let alone 20 - and seeing how much they worked hard makes me want to work hard myself. I haven't been able to, but hopefully I will...

Also, everyday I have been waking up in a good mood knowing I have met some incredible people thanks to this fandom and the boys! Like, excuse people actually care about what I write, what???? 😅

It's been a great experience so far. Let's see what this will bring me in the future :)

[bookish-bogwitch]

Thanks @thewholelemon, @facewithoutheart, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @aristocratic-otter, @nightimedreamersworld, @ionlydrinkhotwater for the tags the past couple weeks. Here are six a lot of sentences I cut from Basil Pitch's Diary, which for now is just one baby chapter but the rest of which is coming soon eventually to a browser near you.

This bit's inspired by the fact that there was a Parliament election in 2015. I cut it because it felt kind of clumsy--sticking jokes in the character's mouths that weren't necessarily in-character--and also had the small issue of being completely, utterly irrelevant to the plot. (At least that makes it spoiler-free 😅.)

Excerpt and tags below the cut:

FRIDAY 6 MARCH Blood units 4, body temp 25, hair ducal, civic engagement meh, political parties at least 3. 11 a.m. Politickal Science. Professor Kates had us debate tomorrow’s Normal Parliament election, presumably because he didn’t plan a real lesson. Had never paid much attention to Normal politics before reaching voting age. Unlike Bunce. “…And that’s why I’m voting Lib Dem,” she concluded after talking for eight solid minutes. “You’re sixteen,” objected Wellbelove.  “Not a problem,” said Bunce, flapping her ring hand.  From the back of the classroom, the pixie chimed in. “What about the Green Pa—” Bunce made a rude noise.  “What about you, Simon?” asked the professor. “How would you vote?”  Of course the Mage’s Heir gets a platform for his inane views. What a blow when he finds out there’s no Butter Union party. “Um,” orated Snow. “I … I dunno. Labour, probably.” Snow turned to Bunce. “Like, some of them are nutters, yeah, but they’d fund stuff. Like,” he reddened, “schools and, like, social programs.” “Those are already funded,” said Bunce. “Not enough.”  “You expect the government to solve all your problems,” I quoted my father automatically.  Snow gave me one of my own You’re an idiot looks. “I really don’t.”  Shit. How many times had he been asked to solve the World of Mages’s problems single-handed? Bunce was still fired up. “Simon, you can’t just dismiss Labor’s xenophobic—”  I thought about what Snow meant and missed the rest of Bunce’s rant about something something intersectionality. As if she would willingly intersect with a Normal. 4 p.m. Am torn. Pitches always vote Tory, just like we’ll always vote against the Mage once we get back the franchise. (Fiona has a plan to steal it.) A liberal government would drain our coffers even drier.  But in our borough voting Tory means re-electing a man who opposed same-sex marriage two years ago. The craven claimed he wasn’t homophobic, he just had homophobic constituents. Do not see why the straight unwashed should control my freedom to marry.  Even worse is the Tory ghoul from Aldershot who stumped about “the aggressive homosexual community” using marriage as “a stepping stone.” As if I wouldn’t pay double VAT to be stepped on by an aggressive homosexual. Still. Am not simpleton single-issue voter; marriage equality is a fait accompli. And anyway, I’d only ever want to gay-marry Snow, straight and unwashed though he is.  Felt weirdly proud of him today for disagreeing with Bunce, especially when I realized the professor had singled him out not as Mage’s Heir but as spokesnormal. And that “social programs” meant his entire childhood.  Hmm. SATURDAY 7 MARCH 10 p.m. Resolved politico-moral quandary by forgetting to vote.

Look, it wasn't my idea for Baz to be a Tory. That was all Rainbow. I also do think Penny has a centrist streak inherited from Mitali but I have no idea real how this would translate into the Normal world.

Thanks @facewithoutheart for gently pointing out that this was a complete tangent. And sorry and thank you @captain-aralias for the content beta. It's not your fault I asked you to explain UK politics and then didn't listen.

Tagging @cutestkilla, @fatalfangirl, @moodandmist, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @artsyunderstudy, @im-gettingby, and @petedavidsonscock.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Hello!

I'm gonna try to keep this short because I could easily turn this into a hundred-page rant if I let myself, and I can't bring myself to do that to you. 😅

I've been a silent lurker on Bucktommyblr since season 8 started. I started watching the show live at 8x05 and immediately stopped watching it after 8x06 because the breakup made me sick to my stomach. Right now, I'm sticking to my plan of not watching anything in full until I know their direction 'cause I don't feel like getting burned again. 😅

Before 8x06, I followed the Bucktommy tag and interacted with pretty much any post. After 8x06, I became more of a silent lurker, specifically for your blog. And I wanted to thank you for your Bucktommy content regarding the break-up.

After the breakup, but before I found your blog, I was starting to think I was going crazy. Almost everywhere I looked, it was people criticizing Buck for the entire episode while never really mentioning anything Tommy could've done better (and the few things I saw criticizing Tommy were clearly meant as hate, not a genuine complaint, so I don't count those).

Frankly, I found it really hard to find a blog that agreed with me that both Buck and Tommy were to blame, and both could've handled things a lot better. Like, I remember when everyone talked about how horrible Buck was at talking to Tommy because he didn't know about Abby six months in. Everywhere I looked, everyone was saying the same things about this.

This situation officially introduced me to your blog. I saw your post on the situation where you essentially said, "Um, guys, you know Tommy also didn't know about the Abby connection six months in, right? Their lack of communication skills comes from both of them." Like, I saw this post, and I literally yelled, "FINALLY!!" Many people came to the conclusion that I was crazy that day. 😂

Like, I do get why people are more willing to criticize Buck. He's the character we've been following for 8 seasons, and it is frustrating to see him act in a way that people don't necessarily agree he'd act (I do have opinions on this as well, but this is already too long 😭). But it got to a point where it felt like people didn't like Buck anymore (and I know that the Oliver situation didn't help), but they were still super in love with Tommy while ignoring the things Tommy should be called out on, specifically regarding 8x06. Some takes started to genuinely make me question whether I should even ship them anymore because it seemed like a lot of people were using Buck to prop Tommy up on a pedestal where he did nothing wrong. I can't stand it when relationships are portrayed like that.

You were one of the few exceptions I found to this. You've called out both Buck and Tommy and respectfully argued your stance to people who disagreed with you, and I've really admired you for this, especially since (just based on post reactions) our thoughts seem to be in the minority. You're part of the reason I haven't given up on Bucktommy and still chance their tags on AO3 and Tumblr, and I really appreciate you for that.

I'm sorry this is so long and that I might've gotten a bit rambly. This is after I promised myself I wouldn't write too much and could've said more. 😭 If you want, I can continue this in other asks, but I think I've taken enough of your time.

Nonny you're basically explained all my feeling too(and id you want you can say more ofc). After the finale of the season it's really hard for me in a fandom too, and recently I'm def less active bc my own problems are not helping feeling good and make my love to the ship sour. But yes, unfortunately i saw kinda the same in buddie fandom, and it happened here. People love Tommy really much, put him on pedestal, and as with Eddie do not love to look at him with critical part. Unfortunately bc of it Buck became just a tool to write Tommy in fics. It's already not so about bucktommy as about buckTOMMY. And partly i understand why. Tommy is a new shining not deep explored character, unlike Buck. But love to character and ship moves to blind love to only one character who "can't do bad"

I maybe might seem critical to Tommy more, but if people look at the post I reblog too, they'll see i agree that Buck was wrong too(I also explore it in my fics too), but yes, unfortunately somehow a lot of people only decided that in the wrong is only Buck

I'm always try to respectful, bc ofc we're all different and have opinions, but I was, is and will talk how Tommy DID wrong with Buck too. Communication problems came from both of them, Tommy's speech that is really biphobic, the way maybe he didn't plan it but what he said basically means "I wanted fun time and it's your problem if you thought we're serious"- this again comes to problem with two street communication, but at least 6 months in Buck, maybe wrong way, but stated his expectations, and actually he stated them in 7x5 too, in the way he could when he only understood he is interested in men. Also, Tommy twice showed himself as a runner. Twice. And if we add Tommy's running from 118 before 1s, it means three times. Remember what is show's stance about 3 times being a pattern?

Rn actually both Buck and Tommy should do a WORK TO BE BETTER. And if smt Buck is doing it. He's not clinging, he is giving Tommy space. Is baking can be seen as clinging? Maybe, but basically show made a point to show that Buck is in love. Eddie is not over Shannon after 6 years, why Buck should be after a week or month?

Partly this is why i still have hope for next part of the season but I'm still not sure if I will watch life or not