#the tone of this is clearly pretty humourous

[blaintism]

this morning i decided to rank every episode in which blaine appears or is mentioned by the merit of their blaine content. because, i don't know, i'm very neurodivergent or something. so here is, in my opinion, the best to worst blaine episodes:

1. 3x15 “Big Brother”: has a micro celebrity older brother, gets very upset about everyone pointing at him, skips skip day, gets a stuffed animal from his boyfriend, doesn’t feel good enough with his brother around, and reconciles

2. 5x07 “Puppet Master”: has an autistic meltdown, gets gas poisoning, imagines everybody loves him, wants to share his core wounds, gives jake strange advice, steals, and sends puppets to new york city

3. 4x07 “Dynamic Duets”: creates a superhero alter ego, meets evil warbler #2, does autistic stuff, and wants to stop feeling like he’s a bad person

4. 2x12 “Silly Love Songs”: makes a fool out of kurt accidentally, makes a fool out of himself in a gap, becomes a part of a ‘when harry met sally’ situationship, and sings two solos

5. 4x03 “Makeover”: becomes a huge nerd and the president, makes a friend, lies to artie, and realizes he is sad and alone

6. 2x20 “Prom Queen”: delivers part three of his traumatic backstory, is very afraid, makes his solo story relevant, and saves the prom!

7. 4x17 “Guilty Pleasures”: likes wham, is a swiftie in the alternate universe of the promo, sings sam a strangely emotional song, and sam is not homophobic to him

8. 3x17 “Dance with Somebody”: tells everybody that it’s not right but it’s okay, doesn’t want to talk about new york, and has weirdly tan hands

9. 2x16 “Original Song”: forms blaine and the pips, ignores mourning a bird in favor of love, conceives of the worst duet idea of all time, gains +1 boyfriend, and sings two solos

10. 2x06 “Never Been Kissed”: shifts the tectonic plates by making his first appearance, sings teenage dream, delivers part one of his traumatic backstory, and thinks that karofsky isn’t coming out anytime soon

11. 4x16 “Feud”: has cement hair, has his identity stolen, is on the bottom, and is forced to join the cheerios again by nicki minaj

12. 6x07 “Transitioning”: gets hit with some eggs, has a serious case of heart eyes, and cheats but in a cool way this time

13. 5x14 “New New York”: cheers up sam, becomes elliott’s facebook friend, has a good talk with kurt, and moves in with mercedes

14. 3x05 “The First Time”: gets virgin shamed, canonically masturbates, meets evil warbler #1, makes out with kurt hummel drunk, and has sex

15. 2x14 “Blame it on the Alcohol”: thinks it’s cool that kurt and finn are brothers, makes out with rachel berry drunk, defends bisexuals, and is 100% gay

16. 3x11 “Michael”: wants to be starting something, gives the warblers sensitive information, and could lose an eye!

17. 4x11 “Sadie Hawkins”: gets asked out by a girl, has a crush on a boy, and finds out the warblers are taking steroids?!

18. 6x04/05 “The Hurt Locker”: forgets his mom’s name, finds a bear in his house, remembers fettuccine alfredo, and sticks his tongue right in someone’s mouth

19. 4x14 “I Do”: gets groped in a prius, has his honor defended, has sex in a hotel room, and knows he and kurt will not be just friends

20. 5x16 “Tested”: has body image issues, watches porn, admits that he’s scared kurt will stop loving him, and is misinterpreted by the entire fandom

21. 4x04 “The Break Up”: screams, cries, throws up, sobs, falls to his knees,

22. 2x09 “Special Education”: helps kurt out at his new school, doesn’t audition for the solo at sectionals, sings the solo at sectionals, gives kurt bird advice

23. 4x10 “Glee, Actually”: who’s blaine? ice skates and has a mature talk

24. 3x01 “The Purple Piano Project”: joins the new directions, unknowingly blows up a piano, and tries his best to be friendly

25. 4x15 “Girls (And Boys) On Film”: sings three duets with three different duet partners, and has a starring role in kurt’s imagination

26. 4x21 “Wonder-ful”: understands kurt unlike anyone else, and wants to marry him

27. 5x01 “Love Love Love”: sings the best duet with kurt, gets back together with him, is more asian than sam and ryder, gathers every show choir in the state, and proposes

28. 6x02 “Homecoming”: gives us some information on his depression, wears curly hair until he remembers people are racist about it, and attempts to solve misogyny

29. 2x15 “Sexy”: takes advice from sue sylvester, is very cringe, and delivers part two of his traumatic backstory

30. 3x02 “I Am Unicorn”: #juniorgate, is the only person respectful of kurt, and gives great audition #1

31. 4x06 “Glease”: continues to suffer, breaks character, and stands hollow eyed in the hallway

32. 3x08 “Hold on to Sixteen” fights sam, fights finn, and does what his father said and let his mother mold him

33. 5x06 “Movin Out”: visits new york, considers being a doctor or a teacher, and is the piano man

34. 2x11 “The Sue Sylvester Shuffle”: sings a banger solo, mercedes and rachel talk at him while he eats, and he attends a mckinley football game

35. 4x01 “The New Rachel”: tells kurt to leave (affectionate) and is the titular character

36. 3x14 “On My Way”: has an emotional breakdown in front of god and everyone, and then raps

37. 4x05 “The Role You Were Born to Play”: cries and sings his best solo, which is great audition #2

38. 2x18 “Born This Way”: sings somewhere only we know, which should make the top but it’s his only scene

39. 6x13 “Dreams Come True”: becomes a father, and loves kurt very very much

40. 3x22 “Goodbye”: is now in ‘the notebook,’ shares a lot of meaningful looks, and wears a lobster cardigan

41. 6x08 “A Wedding”: he gets married i guess. points for his vows

42. 4x22 “All Or Nothing”: is insulted by brittany once again, buys a ring for kurt, and sings a duet with marley

43. 3x09 “Extraordinary Merry Christmas”: is kurt’s best friend and holiday roommate, and gets some good gifts from rachel

44. 4x08 “Thanksgiving”: doesn’t exist until kurt calls him on the phone, and yet it’s such a good phone call that it beats the episodes below

45. 5x11 “City of Angels”: is too gay to lead the glee club, reads the show choir blogs, and has sexual tension with skylar astin 

46. 4x12 “Naked”: becomes santa, gets an unnecessary spray tan, and is a supportive friend

47. 5x20 “The Untitled Rachel Berry Project”: is given kurt’s trust, doesn’t want to sleep with brittany fictionally, and defeats a homophobic old lady

48. 2x17 “A Night of Neglect”: he gets taken on a date to a high school and pushes some people around

49. 6x01 “Loser Like Me”: has been in his flop era since Kurt broke up with him, but he does have a new boyfriend!

50. 2x10 “A Very Glee Christmas”: he sings a flirty christmas duet with kurt, who is much better than that girls gonna be

51. 6x03 “Jagged Little Tapestry”: sings in kurt’s imagination about how much he misses kurt, and gets a bad home makeover

52. 3x03 “Asian F”: gets flowers and a leading role

53. 2x22 “New York”: loves kurt

54. 5x19 “Old Dog New Tricks”: likes seeing kurt so happy

55. 4x09 “Swan Song”: joins the cheerios

56. 2x07 “The Substitute”: sees a purse fall out of kurt’s mouth, and is discussed by kurtcedes as if he’s kurt’s boyfriend 

57. 5x17 “Opening Night”: knows a good gay club

58. 3x16 “Saturday Night Glee-ver”: loves dancing and otherwise disappears

59. 3x13 “Heart”: is back from the dead and more cute and compact than ever!

60. 4x02 “Britney 2.0”: sings my favorite mashup

61. 3x18 “Choke”: is a supportive boyfriend

62. 3x20 “Props”: wonders what a guys gotta do to get a little candy situation, and gets a hot pretzel at the mall with kurt

63. 5x04 “A Katy or a Gaga”: is obviously a katy

64. 4x13 “Diva”: points for him being a guy diva, singing don’t stop me now, being cute when he’s sick, being gay, and liking asian representation, but a huge subtraction for the non consensual touching from tina and him apologizing to her at the end

89. 3x19 “Prom-asaurus”: experiences discrimination, but at least he watches lesbians on tv, is an expert on the bill of rights, and has a very sweet boyfriend

65. 5x09 “Frenemies”: people are mad at him for having good grades, but he’s actually really cool about it and offers for them to share his valedictorian speech

66. 5x05 “The End Of Twerk”: unfortunately causes the entire twerking situation

67. 3x04 “Pot O Gold”: sings last friday night, to the dismay of people who usually sing all the time and will not sing any less in the future

68. 3x07 “I Kissed A Girl”: sings a corny duet to my delight, and otherwise has no thoughts about the difficulties of being gay suddenly

69. 5x02 “Tina in the Sky with Diamonds”: is as always a good friend, hits a really high note

70. 3x21 “Nationals”: is simply present, sings come on! hold tight!, and is the only person who isn’t kissed after they win

71. 6x12 “2009”: has stopped living a lie, but starts living a plot hole

88. 5x15 “Bash”: is strangely sidelined in an episode where his fiancé is attacked, but at least he reads star wars fanfiction

72. 5x13 “New Directions”: gets into NYADA, and makes out with kurt in tina’s mind

73. 5x12 “100”: gets his song stolen, and is given a gift for his wedding night sodomy

74. 6x10 “The Rise and Fall of Sue Sylvester”: is very very sad dalton burned down

75. 4x20 “Lights Out”: gets mostly cut from the episode, and is still a cheerio

76. 3x06 “Mash Off”: looks like a time traveler with quinn

77. 6x11 “We Built this Glee Club”: thinks glitter is pretty

78. 4x18 “Shooting Star”: is scared and sad, BUT PARENT MENTION???

79. 3x10 “Yes/No”: does not say a word but gives kurt a cute look

80. 5x03 “The Quarterback”: is understandably not in this episode very much

81. 6x06 “What the World Needs Now”: certainly appears as some point

82. 2x19 “Rumours”: doesn’t appear but is the subject of rumors, rachel thinks he’s better than sam

83. 3x12 “The Spanish Teacher”: burt wants to tell him kurt got a NYADA audition

84. 6x09 “Child Star”: he’s on his honeymoon off screen, which kinda rocks

85. 5x18 “The Back Up Plan”: is a lying liar

86. 5x08 “Previously Unaired Christmas”: gets told to shut up, and does

87. 4x19 “Sweet Dreams”: gets yelled at for not being responsible for a group of traumatized children by Mr. Schue, the teacher

[konigslilcumslut]

Ghost didn’t really know what jealousy was originally.

Given his standing as Lieutenant the most you’d get out of the dry ass humour having man was orders barked out and that same cold gaze.

Safe to say he never treated you any differently from his other soldiers so there would be no risk of jealousy right?

However…

The first time jealousy seemed to creep up on him, was when he spotted you with Gaz. At first it was just passing, not really understanding why or even how he felt the way he did.

But then it became a constant.

Any time he saw you too close to another soldier he’d grow stiff and irritable. Any time he’d catch you leaving the mess hall with a group of men he hated it.

Yet eventually you also became fed up with his behaviour…

So without thinking, not realising the consequences of your own actions (same) you burst into his private quarters, yelling “what the hell is your fucking problem?!”…unfortunately for you though…

You seemed to catch the Lieutenant at a bad time.

He’d just gotten out of the shower, in the process of pulling his mask back on but you saw a small glimpse of his face, water dripping down the chiselled lines of hard earned muscle and a towel tightly wrapped around his waist.

And when he locked eyes with you, you could’ve sworn there was something a whole lot more…feral to his cold gaze than just anger.

“The fuck did you just say to me soldier?” His rough tone would ring out, stepping closer as his gaze would remain locked with yours.

“What is your fucking problem?” You’d stand your ground, clearly a little too proud to stand down at the challenge you now faced.

There was a thick silence…heavy as the air around you both seemed to shrink until your chests heaved to get some oxygen to your brains.

“You.”

It came out clear and cold. Yet so undeniably heated.

“You are my fucking problem. You’re driving me insane. I see you with another soldier and the only thing running through my fucking mind is putting them in the ground love. You have no idea what you do to me.” His tone would grow lower, stepping towards you as his chest heaved and his eyes never waver from your locked stare.

“I look at you and I want nothing more than to shove you into the nearest room, rip that damn uniform off your body and fuck your pretty cunt till you beg me to stop.” He almost snarls his own words out, as if hating the fact he was even thinking it.

“I am a soldier. I am a Lieutenant, I have a duty to uphold but god damnit if you keep looking at me like that I am going to lose my fucking mind.” He was barely inches away from you, so close you could almost taste the self restraint coming from him.

“Either walk away or get on the fucking bed love.”

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To be continued….? If ya’ll want….?

[luveline]

WOULD LOOOVE to see badass reader get jealous over someone flirting with spencer

ty for requesting ♡ —spencer reassures you when he catches the eye of a receptionist at the ocean city precinct. fem!reader, 1.3k

Hotch lives on coffee lately. Any type from any source, he doesn't care what it tastes like so long as it keeps him awake. You're similar, in that even if you hated it, you'd keep it to yourself. 

But you're frowning in disgust at your cup. Eyebrows wrinkled, lips in a fierce line. Hotch sighs and puts his hand on the back of your chair. "Are you alright?" he asks. 

You've never told him otherwise. "Fine. Thank you." 

"There's water in my bag," he offers. You won't meet his eyes. You probably have a headache. "And aspirin." 

For as long as he's known you and worked with you, you've been as you are now, quiet, stern, with little sense of humour at work and not much more outside of it. The only evidence of your soft heart is how you work like a dog, and how you treat your coworker, Spencer. He's your achilles heel, your tender spot in all the tough scarring. Hotch knows there's nothing anyone can do to make you feel better if they aren't him. 

Hotch turns on the spot to look for him. The case you're working on here in Maryland has hit a lul, and exhausted faces peek out from behind their desks at Hotch's looking. He searches for the short mop of brown hair that's required and finds it in an unusual place. 

Spencer has been waylaid by a receptionist. Glimmering eyes, shiny silver fingernails that tap the desk in front of her as she speaks, the receptionist clearly has Spencer hanging on. He takes a step back and she doubles down, her storytelling audible from across the room. 

"You'll have to see it for yourself, Dr. Reid, it's a sight!" 

Hotch looks at you from the corner of his eye. "I see." 

"Don't know what you're talking about," you mutter. You stand and tip your coffee into the bin, letting the cup fall in after it morosely. 

"Why don't you go and help Reid?" Hotch asks. 

"Help Reid what?" you ask. Your tone betrays you —jealousy, sure, that slight crisp to your words that must hurt on the way out, but worse is the weakness as your sentence ends. You're jealous, and it's upsetting you. "I don't think I want to help him with that." 

Derek swings into the sequestered space you've been using to operate and beams at you like he knows exactly what you're thinking. 

"Isn't it surprising how quiet he can be? Years of catching bad guys and he can't say no to a pretty woman," Derek says, giving you a knowing look.

You and Derek have a half-hearted rivalry in that he loves to flirt and you disapprove. Your soft spot extends solely to Spencer no matter how hard Derek tries to sway you, though as you and Spencer have gotten closer, you've softened.

Hotch thinks that Derek's teasing might erase any progress that's been made. 

"Morgan," he says reproachfully. 

Derek makes a who, me? face but quickly gives in. "Why don't you go save him?" he asks you. 

"He doesn't need saving. Spencer is a grown man who can make his own choices," you say quietly. 

Hotch bites his tongue. Thankfully, Derek speaks up, without any teasing. "Spencer's been expected to  know how to do things without any help since he was a kid. I really think he just doesn't know how to walk away." 

You look down at your hands. Hotch has been doing his job for a long time, and he can guess what you're thinking from a misaligned finger. You don't feel like you measure up to the woman at reception. You're insecure about Spencer's affection for you, because you can't understand why he likes you so much to begin with. Hotch has thought it about Haley, Derek of Savannah. It's a very human doubt.

"Spencer tends to stand straight," Hotch says, bringing the lip of his paper cup up. "Right now, he's leaning away." 

It's in as simple terms as he can put it without outright telling you that he really, truly believes that Spencer wouldn't bother with anyone who isn't you. That Spencer loves you in the young, all encompassing way, even though neither of you seems to have realised the depth of it yet. 

Confident, no air of the girl frowning down at her hands, you leave the nook to approach Spencer from behind. 

"Hi," Hotch hears you say, "you okay?" 

Spencer visibly relaxes. "Hey, I'm fine. Uh, Y/N, this is Anabelle. Annabelle, this is my partner, Y/N." 

"Partner?" Derek asks. 

It's news to Hotch. Perhaps news to you, if the way you take his hand is any hint. It's like you've never held it before, and Hotch knows you have, he's seen you linking pinkies under tables. 

You strangle his fingers with yours. Spencer doesn't move an inch.

"She was just telling me about the sightseeing you can do here. Have you ever seen the world's longest worm on a string?" he asks you. 

"Hi, Annabelle," you say, turning to Spencer with poorly masked whiplash. "We're gonna try narrowing the search radius." 

"Oh, right." Spencer lets go of your hand in favour of putting a hand behind your shoulder, saying his thank yous and goodbyes to Annabelle before guiding you back to the makeshift BAU base camp. "What took you so long?" 

"What took me so long?" you ask.

"I thought you liked me!" Spencer says, teasing, his voice pitching higher. "I didn't know how to tell her I've already read the pamphlet she was quoting. She seemed nice though, right?" 

"She seemed nice, Spence," you agree, a little wobbly still but a thousand times less sullen than before. "I– of course I like you, you know I like you. Right?" 

Hotch is proud of Spencer for how remarkably he responds. Spencer puts his body between you and Hotch and Derek where they're standing to offer you the privacy you prefer, dropping his voice to match your tentativeness. "Yeah, I know. I was kidding. I think they'd have to reassess my position on this team if I didn't know that." He grabs your arm, thumb pressing into the crook of your elbow. "Are you okay?"

"I thought maybe she was flirting with you." 

Spencer shrugs uneasily. "Maybe. It wouldn't make a difference to me. Do you know that?" 

Your head dips down. Hotch can't hear what you say, honestly, he doesn't want to know. Eavesdropping on the people he cares about in their unhappy moments isn't something he makes a habit of, but it's hard not to hear Spencer's response. "Don't say that," he murmurs. "That's not true… We'll talk about it later, okay?"

You clear your throat. "Yeah. Whatever you want."

Derek doesn't hide that he's been listening very well, pulling a crime scene document up to his eye line as you and Spencer pull apart. Your eyebrows furrow into a glare, but it's Spencer who says, "What?" 

Hotch bites back a smile. Derek grins and holds his hands up in surrender. 

"Just nice to see you taking care of my favourite girl," he smarms.

"Stop. You're extremely unprofessional," Spencer says, helping you into your seat unnecessarily.

"And you're not?" Derek asks, gesturing to his hand where it lingers behind your shoulders. 

You finally chip in, apparently back to your regular self. "Only one of us was responsible for a unit wide HR mandate about inappropriate behaviour." 

"You cannot keep bringing that up." 

"Why not?" 

Hotch takes a sip of his tepid coffee. He'd rather not get involved. 

[isak-dot-gov]

Always within reach

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Short!eader

Word count: 1021

Based on this request

My masterlist :)

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Life with Nika was full of laughter, and today was no different. The kitchen was alive with the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove, soft music playing in the background, and the gentle clinking of utensils as you tried to finish up a recipe. You stood on your tiptoes, determined to reach the jar of spices on the top shelf of the cupboard. Your fingers barely grazed the glass, but despite your best efforts, it remained stubbornly out of reach.

You let out a huff of frustration, planting your feet back on the floor and staring up at the jar as if sheer willpower might bring it down. No such luck. After a moment, you gave in and called out, “Baby! Can you help me for a sec?”

Nika appeared in the doorway almost instantly, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment. A smirk was already forming on her lips as she took in the scene—her much shorter girlfriend, staring helplessly up at a jar far beyond her reach. She leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. “Need a hand, shorty?” she teased, her voice dripping with playful amusement.

You rolled your eyes at her, though you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Yes, obviously,” you replied, your tone exasperated but light. “Or you can just keep standing there making fun of me.”

Nika chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna do both,” she said, pushing off the doorframe and strolling over to you. She reached up effortlessly, her long arm making it look ridiculously easy as she grabbed the jar with a single hand. But instead of handing it to you right away, she held it just out of your reach, her grin widening with every second.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, crossing your arms over your chest. “Seriously?” you asked, your voice half-amused, half-exasperated. “What’s it gonna take to get my jar back?”

Nika tilted her head, pretending to think it over. “Hmm… I dunno. What’s the magic word?”

You sighed dramatically, knowing exactly where this was going. “Please?” you said, your tone as innocent as you could manage.

She raised an eyebrow, giving you a mock-thoughtful look. “I think I need to hear it with more enthusiasm, bebo.”

You stared at her for a moment, trying not to laugh, and then you gave in. “Pretty please, Nika? My tall, amazing girlfriend, who I’m so lucky to have around to help me reach high places?”

Nika burst out laughing, clearly pleased with your over-the-top flattery. “Much better,” she said with a grin, finally handing you the jar. As she did, she leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead, her voice softening as she added, “You know, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

You smiled up at her, setting the jar on the counter and shaking your head. “And you’re lucky you’re tall. Otherwise, I’d never let you live down not being able to reach anything either.”

Nika grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “True, but then who’d get to tease you all the time? You keep me entertained, pretty girl.”

You playfully elbowed her in the side, though it was clear from your expression that you didn’t mind the teasing. It was part of what made your relationship with Nika so special—her playful nature, the way she could turn any situation into something lighthearted and fun. She might have teased you endlessly about your height, but you knew that deep down, she loved being the one to help you. It was her way of showing affection, wrapped up in her unique sense of humour.

“Next time,” you said, feigning seriousness as you turned back to the counter, “I’m getting a step stool.”

Nika chuckled, planting a kiss on your cheek as she lingered close. “You do that, but I’m still gonna make fun of you.”

You leaned into her, resting your head against her shoulder as you felt the warmth of her presence wrap around you. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you murmured, your voice soft with affection.

Nika smiled down at you, squeezing you a little tighter as she kissed the top of your head. “Me neither, shorty. Me neither.”

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, wrapped in the comfortable silence that only comes from knowing someone so well. The teasing, the banter—it was all part of the rhythm you had created together. Nika’s playful jabs about your height had become a kind of love language between the two of you, a way to express affection without ever having to say the words.

Later that evening, after dinner had been eaten and the kitchen cleaned, you found yourselves curled up on the couch together. Nika had her arm draped over your shoulders, and you were nestled into her side, feeling completely at ease. The TV played softly in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. Instead, you were just enjoying the quiet, content in each other’s presence.

At one point, Nika glanced down at you with a mischievous grin. “Hey, bebo,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “What’s it like down there? You know, from your shorter perspective?”

You laughed, gently swatting her arm. “Oh, you’re hilarious,” you replied, though there was no real bite to your words. “Shouldn’t you be the one asking for my perspective? I’ve got a better view of the important things—like all the dust you miss when you’re too busy looking up at the world.”

Nika’s laughter echoed through the room as she pulled you even closer, her voice warm and full of affection. “Alright, alright. You win this round, shorty.”

You smiled, snuggling deeper into her embrace. Moments like this—filled with laughter, teasing, and love—were what made your relationship with Nika so special. And no matter how much she teased you about your height, you knew that, at the end of the day, you were exactly where you were meant to be—right by her side, always within reach.

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Isak speaks: I know a Nika edit hates to see me coming

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hate sex with Eddie (but clearly they’re into each other)

18+

“Turn ‘round.”

A gruff voice, hands on your hips pulling you closer, the breath knocked out of you every time you were pulled roughly onto the hard cock that was fucking you from behind.

“No,” you replied, nothing but stubbornness in your tone. “Don’t wanna see your - fuck - stupid face.” Your eyes were closed, cheek pressed to the bedsheets that smelled like smoke and boy.

Eddie.

A dark chuckle, a low laugh that made your toes curl and the arch in your back a little deeper. You waited, ass popped, ready for the smack that never came. Instead, Eddie grabbed at the dough of your hips and slammed himself into you, his pace quickening until you were keening, mouth hanging open, teeth biting the duvet.

“You’re a lot prettier when you’re doin’ as you’re told,” Eddie huffed, humour colouring his tone. He slowed down, hips rolling achingly soft, smacking away your hand with another laugh when you whined and tried to reach for your clit. “C’mon, turn around.”

Knowing you wouldn’t get what you wanted unless you have the boy what he wanted, you flipped yourself over, naked and bold, glaring up at Eddie from his pillows.

“Getting real sentimental for a quick fuck, Munson,” you snarked, trying your best to act annoyed even when your fingers snuck back between your thighs, rubbing determined circles. “You going all soft on me?”

Eddie grinned, a sharklike flash of his teeth, all dark and dangerous, messy curls and tattoos. He hooked his hands under your knees, pulling you towards him. He was as naked as you, kneeling with his legs spread, ready to push back into you, his cock hard and heavy as he tapped it over your clit.

“Does it feel like I am?”

You were ready to say something awful but Eddie sunk back into you, setting a punishing pace, one hand holding your knee up and out to keep your spread, the other closing around your neck, making your feel fuzzy.

Eddie tutted, pouted and dropped his tone to something low and pretty and condescending. “Not got much to disagree ‘bout now, huh sweetheart?”

You made some kind of sound, something between a whine and whimper, doe eyed and flushing. You’d stay quiet now, letting Eddie make you come, maybe even sighing his name real prettier for him.

And then you’d get dressed and leave without so much as a kiss, maybe another biting comment, only for Eddie to bite back and call you the next night, asking for the same thing.

[bird-inacage]

Love Sea the Series: Intro (First Impressions & Predictions)

Because I'm a huge over-analyser whose known for my lengthy BL essays - here are my takeaways from the very brief glimpse we got to Mahasamut and Tongrak. They gave us literally a 1 minute teaser, so as you can imagine, I'm filling in a lot of blanks at this stage.

TONGRAK

Tongrak looks like he's going to be an unapologetic menace. A very sexy and sassy menace. He has an air of blasé indifference which screams 'yeah and so what?' you're not the boss of me'. Someone whose clearly a bit prickly, petulant and headstrong. Writers are often independent or even loners, as it's a very solitary field. They have a very strong vision of what they want, which can mean a reluctance to compromise.

I mentioned that he gives 'I know I'm hot shit' energy. He exudes a confident sexuality which is shown in how assertive he is when flirting and the smugness in how he retorts. He knows he's hot commodity and isn't afraid to flaunt it. Probably is used to having people wrapped around his little finger. 'We play by my rules, I decide if I want you or not'. At worst he may even see people around him as playthings.

Based on the general premise of the series, Tongrak comes to the seaside for inspiration. Uppity cosmopolitan city boy thrown in to the bohemian outdoors. He looks very noticeably out of place in this setting. But he may use that to his advantage, knowing others are looking at him, dazzled by a prince in the middle of literal nowhere.

MAHASAMUT

Now what comes across most strongly about Mahasamut is that he's clearly very possessive. This is signposted multiple times in this brief introduction alone. He steals Tongrak away when he's flirting with someone else. He drags him by the wrist across the beach. I assume at this point they've not known each other long and he's being very handsy and grabby. He asserts that Tongrak 'will have to love him.' (Which could mean: I'll make you fall in love with me whether you like it or not, OR you falling in love with me is inevitable because I'm just too goddamn charming). Pretty presumptuous all the same.

This tells us that Mahasamut is equally self-assured. He has bags of confidence in his ability to keep Tongrak interested. Though he's being turned down, he doesn't appear dissuaded or phased in the slightest. Whether this is due to being generally a bit thick-headed, or putting on a front in order not to let Tongrak feel like he's won, is too early to say.

It's also worth noting that people who have such confidence in their conviction often haven't failed before. And there's a certain naivete in that. It's the whole 'through hard work and determination I can conquer all' mentality, which is not always the case.

RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC

Now what really fascinates me about this collision of personalities is that these two are going to butt heads. A lot. Whether that's in a good-humoured tug of war, or a stubborn battle of wills. Tongrak is resistant in a 'I refuse to compromise' type of way. Mahasamut is persistent in a 'I refuse to let it go' type of way (like a dog with a bone). Neither wants to give in. Both are declaring, 'you're going to want me'.

So Tongrak and Mahasamut are not your typical match on paper. There will be fireworks (most likely good and bad). It'll probably take them much longer to find equal footing that goes beyond just sexual attraction or lust. This is why I've got a hunch the love scenes are going to pop off. We're going to get angry sex, I'm calling it now.

You could argue that Tongrak and Mahasamut do share some similarities with Sky and Prapai - particularly with the bickering and chasing - just dialled up to 100.

OTHER OBSERVATIONS

ATMOSPHERE: The setting by the sea should prove to be a really interesting way of playing on tone. Watching those two interact whilst the wind blew around them, with the crashing of the waves in the distance was a whole mood.

CONTEXT: This feels leaps and bounds removed from the more grounded setting of Love in the Air. It almost feels like a summer fling. We're getting what appears to be a more adult backdrop, which I always greatly appreciate within the BL genre.

STYLING: Tongrak's outfits are going to murder me. The silky, drapey, billowy, low cut shirts with ample collarbone on show? CHRIST. Paired with the dainty jewellery. Kill me now.

Also, love the fact they were referring to each other as 'MISTER' and 'SIR'. Like SIR, DO YOU MIND? SIR, I'VE GOT A BONE TO PICK WITH YOU. SOMETHING GOT YOU HOT AND BOTHERED, SIR?

[hyperiondickrider]

Baby Bunny~

(Chapter 5)

Vox x Reader; Valentino x Reader; Alastor x Reader; maybe Lucifer x Reader

After your untimely death, Mr Vox was kind enough to take you in and give you a job as his assistant. However, it appears that you’ve caught the eyes of few other demons, who are certainly not afraid of a little competition…

“C’mere, bunny.” Vox beckoned you over. With a crooked finger and a hazed smirk, his red eyes narrowed, his intense gaze beckoning you over, without room to decline.

Vox always looked particularly handsome off the clock. His sleeves rolled up to expose his thick forearms, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the top. His thick hands and strong arms looked so inviting, how could you ever think of disobeying him?

Approaching tentatively, you padded over, feet bare and still clothed in silky pajamas. Looking up, you met his intense gaze slowly, pupils dilating at the sight of his expression.

“Mr Vox..? D-did I do good, sir?” Vox chuckled at your reply, grabbing your wrists to pull you closer, as you forced out a surprised yelp. He took another look at you; the gentle glow of his screen illuminated your soft face, as he dropped a claw to caress your cheeks, pinching them when he saw your embarrassment.

“Y’know dollface, I told Velvette she could use you today since work is light in my department. But, im starting to regret not keeping you all to myself. Imagine, you on my lap, my undivided attention. We could have had plenty of fun, y’know. But i guess this is still pretty good.” As he spoke, he slipped a hand under your silky button up, forcing your breath to hitch. Clawed fingers danced up your sides, massaging the flesh before finding their place on your tits.

He took a nipple between his fingers, pinching and pulling, trying to force a reaction out of you. In response, you yelped slightly at the pleasurable pain, legs shaky as you collapsed against his chest, snapping Vox out of his lustful gaze as he scooped you up, exiting the room with you cradled in his arms.

“She better have been useful, Vel. Satan knows the shit we coulda done today.” Vox called over his shoulder as he kicked open the door, taking long strides to his office.

“Cut the shit Vox, we both know she’s the prettiest one we got.” Velvette’s bored tone rang through the studio, he gaze fixed on her phone and she headed out towards her own office.

“Take it easy on her this time, yeah? I might need her again soon.”

Vox groaned at the implication, a day without your company already tedious and irritating. He certainly wouldn’t be allowing this again any time soon.

“Mr Vox?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, his gaze returning to you.

“Yes, bunny?”

“C-can we go home, soon?” Your small hands gripped his shirt, head buried in the crook of his neck, the public embarrassment clearly getting to you. Vox carrying an employee in her pajamas was certainly not a sight that was seen everyday on the VoxTek campus, and many sinners weren’t polite enough to mask their stares and glances.

Noticing your discomfort, Vox shifted you in his arms. “Of course, dollface. We can go right now.”

~

Barely had you arrived home, when Vox placed you upon his mattress, pinning your hands above your head in one hand, the other spreading your thighs to make room for him between your legs. His mouth attacked your neck, alternating between sucking dark bruises, licking them to ease the pain, and nipping at them with his canines, littering you neck with purples and reds, as he began his attack on your collarbones.

“S-sir~ p-please, haah, i w-wanna touch you, p-please.” You squirmed under his strong hold, the intense stimulation fogging your mind of any clear thought. Vox smirked against your skin, choosing to humour you and release you wrists, his hands grabbing your plush waist, lifting your hips from the heavy mattress. Your hands quickly came down to scratch at his back, his dress shirt preventing you from the skin to skin contact you so desperately craved.

Whining at him with teary eyes, Vox finally got the message, sitting back to yank of his tie and button down, the constraining feeling agitating him. He then ripped apart your silky button up, using a sharp claw to tear your bra in half down the centre, before finally leaning down again to allow you the skin contact you wished for.

The feeling of his warm, bare chest against your own made you whine, the intimacy of the act making you squirm in desperation and anticipation.

Groaning at your pleasure, Vox rutted his hips against your core, attempting to alleviate the ache in his balls, his intense arousal visible as his nails ever so slightly digged into your hips.

“Mr V-Vox, please, t-touch me..~” Your whines and pants spurred him on, Vox continuing to grind against you, the pressure on your clit feeling absolutely delicious as you bucked your hips back against him, your slick starting to seep through your soft panties.

Hastily, Vox pulled down your panties, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy, clit throbbing and needy. Spreading your lips with two fingers, he watching in fascination as your hole pulsed and clenched around nothing, in carnal desire.

“So wet f’me, princess. What’s gotcha all worked up, huh?”

You whined at his teasing, making grabby hands at him, wanting his attention, and his cock.

“N-need you, hah~, sir.. P-please, f-fuck me..”

With a thick gulp, Vox undid his belt and slacks, pulling his rock hard cock out of his boxers, a wet patch visible from his precum. He squeezed himslef harshly, hissing at tbe contact, giving it a few pumps before lining up his angry, red tip with your entrance.

Collecting your slick with his tip, he prodded your clit gently a few times before finally pushing in, sinking into your heat with a deep moan. Your blunt fingernails scratching at his shoulders, digging into his firm muscle and flesh, as he began thrusting into you, his pace steadily increasing, the friction against your gummy walls driving you crazy, his swollen tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

You could feel the coil in your tummy growing, tears of pleasure flooding your eyes and his cock jammed against that gummy spot in your walls, pussy gushing around his length. You could tell Vox was close as well, his breathing laboured and his thrusts uneven.

With a final groan in your ear, Vox buried himself in your warmth, hitting that spongy spot and one hand crept around to grab at your cotton tail, yanking on it and squeezing it, as he came deep inside you, painting your walls white with his cream.

The sensation of being filled, with the intense stimulation of your sensitive fluff being tugged on was enough for the coil in your tummy to snap, cumming all over Vox’s cock, pussy clenching harshly as your legs shook and your floppy ears twitched, body seizing up before going limp.

You struggled to stay concious as Vox pulled out with a tired groan, your cum and his streaming out of your swollen, abused pussy, coating your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

Vox chuckled at your sleepy expression, laying you down gently as he wiped you legs clean of cum.

The last thing you could remember was a gentle kiss pressed to your forehead, and a

“good night, baby bunny.”

A/N: why is writing smut so tiring?????

Tags: @enby-rising @whocaresimnothere @christineblood @sirenetheblogger @vash-yuu

[chi-kiwi]

Bl Manhwa with Yellow flag ML

1. Netkama PUNCH!!!(ongoing): One of my favourite manhwa at the moment. I love the humour and the way both the MC and the ML's feelings for each other evolve slowly throughout the story. Lots of people think ML is a red flag but if they say this they probably haven't read what I did (good for them honestly). Every time I see a bad comment about ML and how he's too obsessive and manipulative I question myself cause he's just my type: pathetic, obsessive with his crush and with no respect for personal space whatsoever. No, but for real I think lots of people don't consider that the tone of the story is clearly comic so the characters' actions and responses are exaggerated for the sake of humour (Heejae they'll never make me hate you).

2. Traces of the Sun (completed): Intriguing plot, complex characters, and an interesting setting. Definitely a good read. The ML starts kind of as a red flag as he's a bit manipulative, then falls head over heels for MC (which is always a good view), and ends up becoming a green flag. Despite the character development I still see him as a yellow flag which is the best compliment I can give to an ML. 

3. The Origin of Species (completed): Some say ML is the greenest flag ever some say he's a red flag; I can't do math but I can do colours (not really cause if you mix red and green comes out the colour of shit) and so I declare him a yellow flag. Yes at first he's an asshole but my boy was just doing his job normal gangster-ceo 9 to 5 job as one does when you're the ML in a bl. But after the first season he becomes THE BEST HUBBY. The bad thing about this manhwa is that the story can be a bit confusing but I still find it a good read as it can balance heavy plot and silly/easygoing moments. 

4. Necromancer Survival (ongoing): revenge story with a harem for MC. I loved this one so much that I'm reading the novel (which is much more intense). The MC is a cutie little hamster who doesn't believe in himself and the ML who has the ego of an average engineering male student (so pretty high) becomes obsessed with him. Honestly what I loved most about this manhwa is the revenge plot and the dynamic between all the parties involved in the revenge. 

5. The Ghost's Nocturne (ongoing): Gorgeous art style!!! sweetest MC ever, and a good plot. As for the ML, both he and the MC are breathtaking. They really are the most beautiful couple. ML is very much an asshole in the beginning but quickly falls for MC and their relationship is so intriguing to watch. One of the best manhwa at the moment.

[theninthdoor]

OMG SO YOURE BACK. crying. Can you please do a reading on what attracts the ATEEZ members first in a person?

how is this my first ateez reading?? 😭💗 i'm so sorry

Seonghwa || two of swords: Calmness; silence. Cold beauty. When someone really makes you work hard to get more than three words out of them at once. Indifference.

Hongjoong || ten of cups: Extroversion. People who smile from ear to ear; pretty smiles. Individuals who make everyone feel welcome, no matter how long you've known them for. Warmth.

Yunho || nine of swords: He may like it when someone looks very, very shy; maybe even a little awkward. Yunho likes to feel as if they need him to protect them or pull them out of their shell.

Yeosang || king of wands: Confidence!; assertiveness; magnetism; powerful voices + personalities; toned bodies. Individuals who are clearly very sure of themselves, and aren't afraid of being in the spotlight, specially in front of crowds or groups of people.

San || seven of wands rx: San may really enjoy seeing someone who's both confident in themselves but also humble enough to admit their flaws/faults/or that they could be wrong in their opinions or decisions. On top of that, people who make you feel like you can let your guard down and be your true imperfect self. People who are easy to reach and relate to.

Mingi || four of swords: Low energy individuals. Quiet and calm personalities; introverts. Soft speakers. Those who make you feel relaxed just by being in their presence. Soft and sleepy eyes; long eyelashes.

Wooyoung || three of cups: Sociable and fun-loving personalities. Plus, when someone just seems to know or be friends with everybody around. The life of the party. Laughter.

Jongho || four of wands: Cheerful, good-humoured people. He may feel attracted to someone whose love language is physical touch, or even someone who just really enjoys giving hugs. Also, those who have a very homely, warm and inviting energy.

[wonijinjin]

trust fall

synopsis: mingyu is afraid of heights, but what happens when you try to convince him to go on the ferris wheel in the amusement park?

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, if you squint angst and comfort, humour/crack | pairing: mingyu x gn! reader | warnings: mention of the word ‘death’

you and mingyu have been planning your date night to the amusement park for weeks, and now you two finally had some spare time to spend together, which was rare nowadays as you both had busy schedules all the time. after a delicious dinner cooked by your chef boyfriend you got into his car and drove to the park. it was a bit further away from the city than you expected, but you had a great drive nonetheless, catching up on how things had been going in the past few weeks.

when you arrived the first thing you suggested was going on the ferris wheel as watching the sunset from there seemed like a pretty romantic idea, however unfortunately mingyu did not really appreciate your creativity as he was notoriously afraid of heights. “come on mingyu baby, it isn’t that high, it is literally the shortest ferris wheel i have ever seen for real!” you said, trying to convince your six foot tall baby of a boyfriend to agree. “i will hold your hand the entire time if you want it baby. please, i really want to see it!” you pleaded with puppy eyes, which has always been effective when trying to win him over. “no way. are you crazy? what if it breaks? we could literally die! i am way too handsome for dying here on a ferris wheel, that would be so pathetic.” he whined, clearly more scared than you thought he would be. “okay, fine. i won’t push it further ‘gyu.” you sighed, disappointed. “let’s go, i guess i will have to miss out on a romantic ride with the most beautiful scenery ever.” you commented with a pout.

“i can’t believe you actually agreed!” you jumped with excitement while waiting in line for the ferris wheel ten minutes after him saying no to the idea. “well you are not alone, because neither can i. the things i do for you, you little brat!” he groaned dramatically in disapproval, but you could see the smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. “hey, rude! that little brat loves you very much!” you smacked his arm lightly. “if you loved me you wouldn’t have suggested this in the first place! you know i hate these things!” he pouted. “it will be fun i swear! you will get all the kisses in the world up there, i think it is a pretty good deal, no better distraction needed.” you smirked.

it was your turn to enter the cabins so you grabbed his hand and got into one. everything was going smoothly…well, except for your scaredy-cat boyfriend clinging onto you for dear life and knocking the air out of your lungs, you didn’t mind it though since he already did you a favour by agreeing to go up together. when you arrived at the top of the wheel it stopped so people could admire the view. only one thing was wrong with this action, mingyu who hasn’t been on anything higher than his height in years didn’t know the reason for the wait. “oh my god we aren’t gonna survive, are we? i told you this was a bad idea! how are we gonna get down from here now?” he panicked, borderline crying. “mingyu baby, noone is gonna stay here, it stopped in order to provide time for us to look at the scenery, everything is fine.” you tried to calm him down. “but what if-“ you kissed him, pulling him closer than he already was, caressing his neck and playing with his hair in the process. he was taken aback by your sudden action, but kissed back passionately, loosening the grip he had on your hand since sitting down in the cabin. he could only focus on you, the way your lips felt on his, your touch light as a feather, yet so firm and comforting. after some time you finally broke apart. “was this a good distraction?” you asked in a curious tone. he seemed confused for a moment then took in his surroundings. “woah, i literally forgot where i was for a moment.” he mumbled, still a bit dazed. “look out, the sunset is so gorgeous!” you whispered while giving him a peck on his lips. “not more gorgeous than you, my love.” he smiled. you hugged him tightly and the two of you got to enjoy the view for a little while before the wheel started moving again, this time taking you back to the ground.

“you really are something special, baby. after you kissed me i wasn’t scared, not even for a moment. i felt so safe, because i was with you. thank you for this, it was amazing.” he said after climbing out, picking you up and smothering you in kisses. “i am glad you enjoyed it after all. it was something worth seeing.” you grinned, happy that your boyfriend got over his fear. “i got the chance to see it thanks to you baby. it would have been a shame if we ditched this because of me.” he giggled. “but i am happy to be on solid ground again though!” he added, which made you chuckle. you kissed him one more time. “my hero puppy.”

[maxsimagination]

𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗜𝗜 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

summary: yn has just moved to barcelona, and picked up an admirer while she’s there.

• part 1 • part 2

-> i apologise if any of the translations are wrong

𖦹 masterlist

𝗜𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗔 week of training, a week of getting to know mapi. we had exchanged numbers after she'd offered to take me out and show me the highlights of barcelona. we had decided on today, hence why i was up at 6 in the morning.

i didn't know where we were planning on going, mapi said she wanted to surprise me. my phone pings with a text from her saying she was out the front. i grabbed my things and headed down, excited for what she had planned.

"hola, i hope your excited." i was grinning when i hopped into her car. "of course i'm excited, the mapi leon is taking me to see barcelona." she laughed at my humour and we drove out of my street to where ever mapi had planned. barcelona was a beautiful city, the sun was rising and the colours were thrown through the sky like a painting.

even though i didn't know where we were going, my head was still out of the window most of the time, enjoying the beauty of barcelona. it took just under an hour but mapi had driven us into the heart of barcelona, to the arco de triunfo. i was in awe, i had never seen anything like it.

i took a couple of pictures of it, before mapi took one of me with it, then i asked someone walking past if they could take one of me and mapi. i thanked them when they had and mapi tugged my hand back to walk to the car and show me to our next place.

we had drove past castell dels tres dragons, and i managed to get a picture of it, then mapi pulled up to museo picasso. it was a beautiful art gallery, over 4,000 pieces were on display.

we walked through the building, admiring the artwork, although i was pretty sure that mapi's eyes were on me the whole time. after that we went to three other locations; mural del beso, muralla romana and el cap de barcelona. finally, to end our day out we stopped off at a sushi place.

"this is amazing, thank you so much mapi." i thanked the woman profusely, she had shown me the most amazing places, my camera roll was full. "no problem, yn." we sat together eating our sushi, when i had a thought. "is your real name mapi? or is it a nickname?"

i knew her as mapi, but i swear ingrid had told me her full name before. "my full name is maria pilar león cebrián." she had a shy look on her face and i smiled gently at her admission. "that's a beautiful name." we spent the last bit of our time speaking together before we had to drive back home. another hour later we arrived at my apartment and i had to get out.

"thankyou again for today. i really enjoyed it." i pushed my luck a bit and leant forward to press a kiss to her cheek before hopping out of the car. i looked back to see mapi, stunned in the drivers seat and blushing. "adiós, yn." (bye, yn.)

——

it was training day today. i groaned when that thought came to mind, i wanted it to be yesterday so i could see all of the landmarks mapi showed me again. ingrid was picking me up again this morning so i waited for her 'i'm here' text before i grabbed my stuff and went outside. when i got into the car she immediately asked about yesterday.

"how was it?" "it was incredible. she showed me the most amazing places and took me for sushi at the end." i rambled on about how much i enjoyed the day with mapi. ingrid was smiling while listening to me go on about it. "you really like mapi, don't you?" she asked with a knowing tone.

i had to pause for a second to let it register. all my feelings ran through my mind as i took my time. "i think, yea, i do." clearly ingrid wasn't expecting that answer from me as she whipped back to me. "wait really?" "yea." a growing smile turned into a giant grin on ingrid as she drove. "oh my god, you have to tell her! she definitely has a thing for you."

"she does not! she was probably just being nice yesterday." i knew i was kidding myself, i had pecked her on the cheek yesterday and she was blushing. if she was just being nice she wouldn't react like that. but my humility stood in the way of that thought.

we finally got to camp nou and both walked in together. everyone was in the cafeteria so we went to join them. mapi, aitana, patri, alexia and marta were all at a table together. ingrid beat me to the seats and chose to sit next to alexia, which left me to sit with mapi. i knew she did that on purpose.

we all started talking and continued for a bit before i got hungry and went to get some food. i was gone for about ten minutes, there was a line, and unbeknownst to me ingrid had started talking with mapi.

when i came back, they didn't realise i could hear them and i caught the last bit of the conversation. "... me gusta mucho yn." (i really like yn.) i stopped where i was, not wanting to interrupt what she was saying. but ingrid spotted me and beckoned me over, which caught mapi off guard and she stopped talking.

i walked back over and sat down next to mapi, trying my hardest not to act awkward. i think ingrid knew that i had heard and could understand what mapi had said and she nodded at me, trying to get me to talk to her. i have in and told myself 'fuck it, why not'.

i leant towards mapi and whispered in her ear, "a mí también me gustas mucho maría." i could see her tense up when i said that, she didn't know that i knew spanish fluently. "¿de veras?" (really?) she questioned me. "sí." (yes.) i nodded. she grinned at my confirmation and grabbed my hand to lead me away from the table and out to the hall.

"you're telling me that you knew spainish this whole time?" i laughed.

"yes, it was ingrid's idea."

mapi just laughed at that.

"of course it was. well in that case, ¿quieres ser mi novia?" (will you be my girlfriend?)

i grinned at her.

"absolutamente, maría." (absolutely, maría.)

[wehangout]

Jen, how would you feel about 47? 😁

Send me a number and I’ll write a gallavich kiss 👄

Thank you, Evie!

47. - - out of spite

"Morning," you say, watching Mickey - who looks adorably fucking sleepy even if you'll never say it to his face - shuffle down the stairs and into the kitchen. You meet him next to the table and plant a quick kiss to his lips. "Feeling better?"

He mumbles something about it being just a cold, but leans heavily into you. You press another kiss to the top of his head, maybe, kind of, a little bit breathing in the scent of him.

"Coffee?" you ask, one last, quick kiss to his temple before pulling back. He nods and moves to sit opposite Carl and Liam at the table while you pour him a cup.

"I want some coffee," Carl says when you bring Mickey's cup over.

"Then get up and get it," you tell him. You hand Mickey his cup with a smile and another kiss to his hair. "I gotta get to work. You gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine, Gallagher. It's a fuckin' cold."

You sit next to him and rest the back of your hand against his forehead. "Not warm."

"Because it's a cold," he says, picking up his coffee mug and chugging it down quickly. "I'm fine."

You hold his free hand in your own, bring it to your lips and kiss his knuckles. "You sure?" You press his hand to your face and place a kiss in his palm. "Because I can call in sick."

"Gallagher." His tone is all exasperation, but his eyes are soft. "I'm okay."

"Fine." You lean in and kiss his cheek before getting up and filling your travel mug. "Can I at least make you some breakfast before I go?"

"No," he says, and you can practically see his eye roll through the back of his head. He gets up and meets you in the kitchen, refills his coffee. "Go to work."

You pull him into a hug. "Fine. But I'm calling on my lunch break."

"Uh-huh."

You smooth a hand down his back and kiss his shoulder. Pull back to look at him, concerned but sure he'd tell you if he needed you. You lean in and press another kiss to his forehead, your sweet gesture interrupted by Carl's snort of laughter from the table.

"That's nine," he says.

You and Mickey both turn to look at him.

"The fuck're you talkin' about?" Mickey asks.

"Ian's kissed you nine times in the minute-and-a-half you've been downstairs."

Mickey's snort matches Carls. "Sounds about right."

"What?" You look between the three of them. "No I fucking haven't."

"You did," Liam says. "We were counting."

"Why the fuck were you counting?" Mickey asks, leaning back against the sink.

"Yeah, why were you counting?"

Carl smirks. "Because it's the same fucking thing every morning."

"Literally every morning," Liam agrees.

"So today we decided to keep track."

"Losers," Mickey says into his coffee cup.

"Ian's the one who can't keep his lips to himself," Carl says.

You look between the three of them, arms over your chest. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not bad," Liam says.

"Just lame," Carl continues.

You look at Mickey. "Do you think it's lame?"

"'Course not," he says. "I know you can't help yourself."

You scoff. "Fuck you, I can help myself."

"Sure you can, stud."

"You're not irresistible, Mickey."

"No, but you're a kisser." He shrugs one shoulder and takes a sip of coffee, but you're pretty sure his smug smirk stays in place the entire time. "Always have been."

You look at the three of them again, scowling at their knowing looks, and reach for your bag.

"Whatever. I don't need to kiss you, Mickey."

"Uh-huh."

"Fuck you, I don't." You turn to your brothers. "Pay attention tomorrow, assholes. I won't kiss him once."

"Sure you won't," Mickey agrees, clearly humouring you.

"How about you don't kiss him now?" Carl says. "No kiss goodbye."

"Whatever. It's nothing. Fuck you all, I'm going to work."

Bag on your back, you leave the kitchen, and ignore their chuckles. You pause at the door to get your boots on. Reach for the handle. Stop.

"Fuck."

You storm back into the kitchen, finding Mickey exactly where you left him, leaning against the sink. One eyebrow shoots up at the sight of you because he fucking knows and fuck him for that.

You grasp his head in your hands and press a quick, bruising kiss to his lips, ignoring the laughter from the table and relishing in the sharp inhale through his nose. You let him go and step back, narrowing your eyes at all three of them.

"That was not a kiss goodbye. That was because you said I'd kissed him nine times and you can't just leave something at nine. It has to be an even number or a multiple of five. Everyone fucking knows that."

Silence.

And then.

"Sure, Gallagher. You keep tellin' yourself that."

You leave without another word, flipping them all off over your shoulder.

[luveline]

Hi jadeeeee I have a request for coworker James! Another man whether it’s at work or somewhere else starts hitting on reader and James get jealous and realizes he hates seeing her with other guys

ty for requesting 💌 fem

It’s another sunny day at the office, but today is the day the vending machine men come in and fill them, so it’s not all bad. The doors and windows are wide open, the air is fresh and clean. 

“It’s too hot,” Remus complains without any real passion. 

“It’s not that bad,” Sirius says, though he raises his hand to begin fanning Remus anyhow. “It feels hotter than it is because of the humidity.” 

“I feel amazing,” James says. He gives you a nudge with his shoe, his hair tickling his neck as he leans back in his chair. “It’s not that hot, is it?” 

“It’s boiling,” you say. 

You were never going to agree with him. It could be sub zero and you’d tell him you were on fire. James rolls his eyes at you and continues a rather lavish existence of sun, breeze, and cold grapes, their crisp insides popping between his teeth. 

“Sorry,” you say. 

James lifts his head. 

“That’s okay,” Jordan says, to James’ immediate affront. There’s no need for the man in charge of maintaining the vending machine to be talking to you in that tone. It’s bordering too sweet. 

“I’m always in your way,” you laugh. 

“You? In my way? Never.” 

You turn to Remus with an obvious expression. Is he flirting with me? it says. 

Remus looks at James —what the fuck?— before he gives you a tentative back and forth of his head, weighing it up. He shrugs. 

James shakes his head resolutely. 

You give them both the silent version of I understand and settle down in your seat again. The vending machine guy (what’s his name again? James can’t remember) pops open the front cover of the machine and takes out the change box. Clearly, he doesn’t categorise you or the boys as a risk of burglary. 

“So,” Jordan says, “how was your weekend? Did you do much?” 

“In this weather?” you ask with light-humoured sarcasm. “I went on a couple of walks, nothing huge. How about you?” 

“Went to a couple of matches.” 

“Rugby or football?” 

“Rugby, always.” 

James feels the pressure of his teeth clenching at the back of his head. “Do you play, mate?” he asks. 

Jordan looks at him in surprise. “No, we just watch. It’s an excuse to have a pint before five.” 

You break two slices of your clementine away from each other. James doesn’t know why, but your gaze is on him, and that’s where he wants it. “Day drinker?” he asks sympathetically. 

“James,” Sirius says, laughing. “Grow up.” 

“Sometimes,” Jordan says. He finishes reinstalling the change holder and starts to push snacks and drinks onto the vending machine shelves. “Gotta have a little bit of fun every now and then, right?” 

He emphasises to you. 

You give a shy smile. “Right.” 

Jordan finishes his job and wishes everyone goodbye quickly after that. You chew your clementine, your finger looped under your bracelet, tugging slowly round and around. He fucked that up for you, didn’t he? You couldn’t get very far with him poking holes at poor Jordan, but… you’d been smiling at him nicely. You’re allowed to smile at whoever you want to, of course you are, so why did James act like that? 

“Sorry,” he says. 

You slide your thumb between slices of clementine. “To me?” you ask from the corner of your mouth. “For what?” 

Sirius and Remus laugh at the same time. 

James ignores them. “I was mean to him. How are you ever gonna get a date if I bully the vending machine guy?” 

“You think I can’t get a date?” you ask. 

“No.” He grimaces. “No, just, he’s a dickhead.” 

“As opposed to who? You?” you ask. 

James is pretty sure his vision goes white. He hates seeing you with other boys, but this isn’t where he wanted the conversation to go. He doesn’t wanna be your boyfriend. He just hates seeing you happy with other people. 

Oh, god, he thinks. That’s horrible. 

“I think you can do a whole lot better than Jacob the vending machine guy.” 

“Jordan,” you correct, laughing. You don’t bring him up on avoiding your real question, perhaps you don’t notice. You just laugh with Remus and pass James a piece of your clementine. “Vending machines are an honest living. Don’t be so classist.” 

“You’re classist,” he rebukes weakly. He ignores Sirius’ knowing gaze to offer you his punnet of grapes. “Horrible woman.” 

“Get it together, Potter.” 

James doesn’t know what to say to you after that, so he says nothing at all. Your clementine is sweet on his tongue. 

[nam-the-nacho]

I love your work critiquing the anime’s art style because it’s so weird and needed to be pointed out!!!

I have some thoughts on it that I think might kinda help?

I think the anime’s art style is in the uncanny valley were it’s not the mangas art style but it’s not far enough away that the general fandom will critique it but it’s far enough away to be weird.

Like for example: can you imagine the anime models of Akane and Aoi in chapter 69? Isn’t that weird to picture??

The anime is like the manga except the color palette is lightened (which affects some characters more than others). And the edges are less sharp? Like look at Kou, Teru and Akanes hair for example it’s rounded compared to there manga counter parts. Also the eyes on all the characters are just larger and some of them just straight up different from the manga counter parts. Also I don’t really know how to discribe this but there hair just looks thicker, and less wavy, namely in Aoi and Nene. Mostly Aoi however, I just feel like her hair looks stiff in the anime.

And this needs to be spoken about because it plays a big part in lightening the overall tone of the anime! Which is one of its big issues and why I’m a firm believer in reboot over just season two! The lighter colors and rounded edges just come across as more childish, and with the cut arcs and added humour tbhks tone is very different in the anime and manga.

I used the example of chapter 69, because Akanes the most clearly changed in the anime, and because of the gory bits of that with him being injured, but think about can you really imagine any of the more serious scenes from the manga in the anime art style? The severance, Nenes death reveal? It looks off doesn’t it? Is this just me?

Anyway in conclusion I hate the anime’s art choices and the manga is very pretty and I love you for calling the anime out on this bs

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First of all, thank you for asking and supporting me! This genuinely made my day :`D.

The anime's art style looks the way it does because it's and amalgamation of the different art styles through the manga, which sounds fine and normal until you realize that they choose selectively.

The eyes at the start to the manga are simpler, with less sparkles and complicated shading, so the anime choose those.

The hair as of right now in the manga is simpler, the fine strands are rounded (+there are fewer) and the line art is thicker, so it's the anime's favorite.

Actually, as you pointed out, the hair looking as it does is probably most to blame on the budget. With higher budget anime, such as Oshi no Ko, Demon Slayer, or Komi can't Communicate, the animation studio has the money to animate individual strands of hair, and really bring it to life, a privilege the tbhk anime does not have. The only other choice is to "group the hair together", making it look thick and stiff, only "flowing" at two fps in the *really* important scenes.

This is also true for the shading, we'll never truly get the anime as if it was beautifully animated official art:

(Yeah the hair thing looks worse then even I remembered, there was meant to be wind in this scene, which the anime did not like)

It's painful for me to imagine the rest of the manga with the anime's current art style, but at least we can look forward to the voice acting (;-;).

After I make sure tbhk characters get the respect they deserve, I'll probably move on to redrawing screenshots from the anime, wish me luck 〒▽〒

Thanks again!

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[supagogoman]

My thoughts on Shadow Generations

I played Shadow Generations. Here are my thoughts about it.

tl;dr it's amazing

Before it was released I was already expecting to enjoy Shadow Generations. It was, after all, a follow up to Sonic Generations, one of my favourite Sonic games, so more of that sounded good to me.

Of course, I'd been burned by this before; Sonic Forces also promised to be 'more Generations' and that game ended up being pretty mediocre. Still, things were clearly different this time. One of those differences was the huge focus on our antihero - Shadow the Hedgehog.

Before I go on, I should preface by admitting that I never liked Shadow the Hedgehog. I wasn't a big fan of Sonic Adventure 2, the game he debuted in, and was of the opinion that he should have stayed dead at the end of that game instead of being bought back for Heroes. He was a fine character in SA2, but the Shadow the Hedgehog game released in 2005, with it's dark, edgy writing, made Shadow a huge joke to me. I'm surprised anyone could take that character seriously after they thought it was a good idea to give a cartoon hedgehog realistic guns. His backstory seemed like the progenitor for those terrible deviantart era OC fan characters. He became a meme for years because of SEGA's seeming lack of self awareness. This edginess continued somewhat in Sonic 06, but after the disasterous result of that game it seems like SEGA tried to course correct, and since then Sonic became much more lighthearted in tone and they became much more self aware.

Perhaps they course corrected too much, as the self-awareness almost went a little too far - at the time, I remember thinking Sonic Colours' writing and simplicity was refreshing, but it seems these days people complain about the jokes and humour in that game, and the kids began to yearn for the wacky shonen anime plots of the earlier games. I didn't entirely agree with this sentinent (I was always worried about what would happen if Sonic went back to it's EDGY phase again), but in the end I didn't care how terrible the story was so long as the gameplay was FUN. I still hold Sonic Colours in high regard, but not because of it's plot, it's because it was one of the few Sonic games that didn't make me want to kill myself (which are surprisingly rare in the entire series).

Frontiers marked an apparent shift to direct the story back to taking itself more seriously, and this trend has continued in Shadow Generations. Actually, I guess Forces also tried to do this, but Frontiers clearly had more competent writers (namely Ian Flynn) at the helm. Compared to it's companion game, Shadow Gens is darker in tone, and way more serious and dramatic. Unlike Sonic Gens, which is a celebration of Sonic's past games and history, Shadow Gens is a story that basically acts as a sequel to the Shadow 2005 game, exploring the tragic backstory of Shadow and his relationship with Maria, Gerald and Black Doom.

From what I wrote earlier you might think that this return to it's edgy roots might be something I was opposed to, and I did have some reservations initially, but it has actually been executed incredibly well. It's dramatic, but not overly edgy. It's darker, but not devoid of personality or charm. They walked a fine balance of making Shadow a more serious character with additional nuance to avoid making him seem like a joke (competent writing and not giving him guns probably helped a lot with this). The game's story, as well as the Dark Beginnings animated short, actually made me like Shadow the Hedgehog as a character for the first time ever. That being said, Shadow has the luxury of being pretty much the only character in the series that has a dark, tragic backstory to flesh out. Sonic couldn't have a story like this because his backstory amounts to being a way past cool dude who like to go fast, and I can't see them doing something like this with any other character (as funny as a stand alone Chaotix game exploring their financial problems sounds) There's nothing wrong with that, but what I'm getting at is I'm hoping whatever the story of the next game is will show restraint and be of an appropriate tone.

Anyway, I have discussed at great lengths about the story. I just thought it was interesting as someone who wasn't a fan of Shadow that it would win me over. I think that speaks to how well it was written Taking plot points from shitty games and working them into something more palatable to me. Even so, none of that would have mattered if the game sucked. As I mentioned earlier, I liked Sonic Colours not for it's story, but for it's gameplay. Shadow 05 has a shitty plot, but I could forgive it if the gameplay was good (it wasn't). So if Shadow Generations was a game that sucked then having a good story wasn't going to save it.

Thankfully, not only is this a great companion to Sonic Generations, but in my view this is one of the best 3D Sonic games ever made. When I played Sonic Frontiers, I wrote how it was a good foundation for what the next Sonic game should be. Although I enjoyed traversing the open zones, I suggested that they could be downscaled, and have more effort be put into more traditional Sonic stages rather than bite sized Cyberspace missions. Shadow Generations does exactly that - it's hub world, rather than being a glorified level select as it was on Sonic Generations, is now expanded to be it's own mini open zone, filled with rails, springs, ramps and many collectables that make traversing and exploring the hub fun. It feels a more polished too - the pop in isn't particularly noticable unlike Sonic Frontiers, and though the scale isn't as impressive as Frontiers it more than makes up for that with it's main stages - each with 2 acts and several mini challenge missions. These are exactly what was missing from Frontiers - gone are the repeated themes and assets seen in the Cyberspace missions, and back are the intricately designed stages with plenty of alternate paths with cool set pieces and spectacles that are fun to experience over and over.

Also contributing to my enjoyment of the game are the controls. I already commended Frontiers for having pretty tight controls for Sonic, and these have only been refined further in Shadow Gens. Shadow just feels incredibly easy to control and being able to pull off those reactions and jumps needed to access those alt paths in the stages feels great. It also does away with the overly complex combat system, there are no crazy dodges, parries or combo moves to do, but Shadow does have his Doom Spear and launcher that mixes things up and ties into level traversal too.

In fact, it kind of makes Sonic Generations feel clunky in comparison. The original game has been 'remastered', but very little has changed, besides some rewritten dialogue and some hidden Chao to find in each level. Graphically it looks exactly the same, and the controls remain untouched. This is fine, the game was and still looks and plays great, but Sonic compared to Shadow feels a lot stiffer to control. The way Sonic handles has been refined in the years through Forces and Frontiers, so going back to a game from 11 years ago, packaged with a brand new game, unfortunately makes inevitable comparisons, and playing the two games back to back definitely takes some getting used to.

My main complaint about Shadow Generations is that there just isn't enough of it. Not that it was a short game, it's length is pretty comparable to Sonic Generations and I can see myself replaying more in the future, plus the hub world exploration certainly adds a lot to the experience. I also understand this is a smaller project, designed to be a companion to Sonic Generations and was clearly made to capitalize on the release of the Sonic 3 Movie, but part of me was hoping for something a little more comparible to the 9 levels Sonic Generations has, while Shadow Gens has just 5.

Supposedly Sonic Team are still working on their next game - possibly a follow up to Frontiers. I can only hope that they take the lessons they've learned and build upon them. They already have the framework of additional characters, introduced in the Final Horizons update for Frontiers. They could design a more intricately designed hub world in a similar scope to Shadow Generations, interconnecting fun, tightly designed traditional stages. There's a lot of potential here for the next game, and my hopes for the series haven't been this high since... well... since when Sonic Generations came out, I suppose...

[pastanest]

Brienne x gender neutral!reader

A/N: @wlwmitchell for this one pls envision the horse is a metaphor for Podrick. that’s all. 😑😐😑

Shield

“I have had quite the epiphany!” The words come as a surprise, even to you as you speak them, let alone to Brienne as she sits behind you, the two of you bobbing along in sync with each step of the horse beneath the two of you.

Prior to your outburst, the journey thus far had been mostly a quiet one, save for the odd observational remark regarding animals that you saw in passing, interesting shapes of clouds above, particularly tall trees or pretty coloured flowers. Naturally, Brienne usually did not say very much in response to your comments, and you could not see the adoring smile that she focussed on the back of your head.

“What was your epiphany?” Brienne enquiries, her tone already amused, so relaxed with you that she instinctively plays into your sense of humour. 

“I am your shield!” You announce.

“How so?” Brienne requests, her expression now a confused frown.

Glancing down thoughtfully at the armoured arms that sit either side of your waist and the gloved hands gripping the reigns of the horse, your hands gripping the space on the reigns in between hers, you smile.

“While I may not be much use as an actual shield in battle, as I doubt I could take more than one swing of a sword before collapsing in the most dramatic heap I can-”

“(Y/N).” Brienne interrupts, her tone one of soft warning, not wanting to think of you in such a way.

You pat her gloved hands gently to reassure her. “I would not be much of a physical shield in battle, but I am your shield in all other areas of your life. You do not have to be the hero in my story, because you already are, simply by existing. I will always protect you from every harm I can, any judgemental glance, any harsh comments, anything upsetting that happens to you, I will ensure they hit me first to - at the very least - soften the blow by the time it reaches you. I will be here, through anything and everything, to protect you in the one way I know how, and I am so, so happy to do that.” 

Brienne slows the horse to a stop without saying anything. Dismounting from the horse you were previously sharing, she moves to stand at your side, eye level with you for what you’re certain is the first time in your life, and that is only possible because you are still sitting on the horse. Brienne’s face is stricken with raw emotion, the kind she had clearly not been preparing to experience as a result of your words. The light-hearted explanation she had anticipated from you was long forgotten, and in its place were words and a sentiment that twisted in her belly like a blade, but not in an unpleasant way, which she thought was curious, considering its intensity. There are tears in her eyes as she looks into yours, searching for what, she doesnt know, but she knows that whatever it is, she will find it there. 

Finally, her lips part. “If you are my shield, then I am your sword.”

Grinning, you cup Brienne’s face in your hands. “That has been obvious since the start, my love.”

And with that, with the lightest pull, Brienne’s lips fall against yours. On the road to nowhere or anywhere at all, neither of you can remember as the world falls into nothing around you. There only exists a sword and a shield, and a horse.