#// communication is where i can falter sometimes

[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. the damage is done.

about. when satoru decides that he wants you (his ex) back, his foolproof plan starts off by making your new partner extremely insecure..

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, smut, non canon, toxic relationships, love bombing, exes to lovers, gaslighting, infidelity, cheating, breeding, fingering, multiple orgasms, couch sex, oral sex ( f! receiving ), unprotected sex, ex boyfriend!gojo, fem!reader.

ex!gojo who slides into the dms of your current partner to slowly make them insecure.

he acts like a nice guy, offers advice on what to do when you’re mad, what you like to eat, how to keep you all sedated and happy. your current partner starts to gush about how cool of a dude satoru gojo is. how could you pass up on such an amazing guy? he’s rich, funny, caring — they can see how you fell for him.

but what they don’t understand is the greedy side of satoru — the one who one who wanted you all to himself. the guy who never let you go out, who made you cry but made you cum with the promise of never hurting your feelings again.

sometimes the advice gets a little too specific. how does satoru know where you keep your sex toys for kinky nights of fun. why does he know the spot that makes you arch your back off of the sweaty sheets just like that? or how many fingers you like to take? or how long it takes before you start gagging on cock.

it makes your new partner insecure, gives them performance anxiety and ruins the vibes of your bedroom. they can’t communicate with you, at least not properly — it leads to fights that are all too familiar. conversations you’ve had with satoru before. your little insecurities and biggest fears are thrown into your face, things they know will hurt you deep down you. these are some of the first times you cry because of your new partner.

it’s all too familiar, these are things you’ve gone through before with your ex — the recognisable twinge in your chest and feeling of guilt after being gaslight is something you know all too well.

“he was right, you really are just a cry baby.” they say. “since he knows so much about you, maybe you should go back to fucking him.” which feels like a bullet to your heart because you’ve spent so much time proving to your partner that you’re over your ex and all the bullshit that satoru put you through. all the drama and all the trauma he left you with.

your partner leaves for the night, leaving you alone with your tears and the tiny voice in the back of your mind that tells you it’s all satoru’s fault. it goads you into calling him, his number which you blocked but kept written down in your notes app in case of emergency. it’s been forever since you last spoke to your ex and told him you wanted nothing to do with him — so you’re surprised when he picks up on the second ring, seemingly happy to hear your voice.

“what did you do, satoru?” his name on your tongue is foreign yet also familiar. you’ve said it a million times before, in many different ways (lust, love and loss) but this time you’re angry. like the last time you spoke.

“what do you mean?”

he plays coy and you feel your temper bubble. “we got into a fight, i know it’s your fault. what did you say to them?”

“shouldn’t you be making up with them?” gojo answers your question with a question, his all-knowing smirk transcending down the static on the line. “why was your first thought to call me?”

that makes you falter, stops your typhoon of rage in its place.

the truth is, you know why you called. deep down you know that gojo could fix this, when you fought as a couple you would always call him first and in tears — letting him calm you down. gaslighting you in the process. he always knew what to say to scab over the wounds of your arguments, patching over deep cuts with little white lies even if he would reopen them and leave mental scars in place.

when you fight with your partner now, you seek the same sort of unhealthy comfort in the only person who you know will give it you and that’s exactly what satoru wants.

“let me come over,” he states, suave. “let me help you fix this.” he takes advantage of your emotional torment, butters you up with the promise of comforting you and against your better judgement — you let him. your partner abandoned you, satoru wants to help you. you’ve always known that he still loved you, at least he wouldn’t leave, at least he’s not like your partner.

regret will come in the morning, you think, when you let satoru into your apartment and back into your life. he knows that everything on the walls are different, the picture frames are now brown instead of white and hold photos of your current life in place of what you had with your ex. the furniture has moved and the diffuser at the entryway smells different. but as much as you’ve tried, you can’t get rid of your ex, satoru gojo. he will always make his way back to you.

he makes sure that you’re aware of this when he kisses you on the couch that you kept from your previous relationship. satoru tells you that you’ll always need him when he pins your hips to its leather with a strong arm and buries his white head of hair between your warm, thick thighs. he proves it to you with the way that his tongue licks broad strokes against the entire length of your sex and flicks at your clit because he knows that how you like you it, he knows you’ll cum in seconds if he eats you out like that.

there’s going to be a stain in the couch from just how much more you gush on satoru’s skilled fingers and tongue, as he moans against your sopping mound and tells you how he’s the only one who could ever make you see stars this way. his face gleams with your arousal and his eyes sparkle knowingly because it’s true. you’ve never felt as good as you have with satoru in comparison to anyone else. it puts doubt in your mind, makes you question why you even left him in the first place.

though, you don’t have much time to dwell on the thought…because in hurried yet precise movements — gojo is making you cum on his fingers again. the rough pad of his thumb possessively writes the letters of his name against your pulsating clit — hardened by blood that rushes to it, carrying lustful hormones from your frenzied mind. he loves how you taste when you cum, how you cling to him, how he knows that you’ll never forget this phenomenalfeeling after tonight.

it’s a little too intimate for two exes when satoru makes you ride him. his legs spread wide while you straddle his lap, creating the perfect angle for his cock to nudge against that one special pleasure spot inside of you. you’ve missed his cock, it’s perfect length and thickness — it’s pretty pink tip that oozes so much precum that’s all for you. it’s only ever been for you.

the way satoru’s large palms cup the globes of your ass and guide you back and forth over his lap unlocks a nostalgic and loving feeling in your rapidly rising and falling chest. he kisses you with so much passion that you’re reminded of the good nights you spent with him — making love until sunrise while his tongue rolls over yours and licks at your teeth. you’re naked and chest to chest, noses becoming neighbours while the course of your breathing syncs up. it’s overwhelming, how adored you feel in the moment, all while fucking your ex on the couch.

you grope at each other like it’ll be the final time you ever have sex like this. your hands settle at the base of satoru’s neck and his on your waist while you languidly move together in a salacious dance routine you’ve done so many times before. you’re perfect partners, it’s evident in the way you reward his throbbing cock with dribbles of your creamy arousal — droplets of soft white running down and catching on veins on his shaft.

“i’m always going to love you, baby,” satoru’s soft laments echo through the home you’ve made with your over lover — barely audible over his balls slapping against your peachy ass and your cunt selfishly squeezing down on him, squelching with every thrust. “i’m always gonna want you like this, even when we fuck up. e-even when we’re not together,” he growls and rambles, blissful blue eyes darting all over your face twisted with ecstasy and right down to where you paint him with arousal and suck him in so well. “fuuuck, i wanna cum…s-say you want it, say you want me.”

it’s overwhelming, how much love you have for satoru. for your ex. it washes over your feelings of guilt in regard to your infidelity, any bad emotion or thought of your partner cannot compare to the burning and bright lust that flickers in your tummy. when you fuck yourself down on gojo’s throbbing girth he pulls back out of your snug, salacious sex — creating a delicious cycle of friction that you never want to forget. that you miss so bad.

“i want…i want you!” you stutter, tears brewing in your starry eyes. “i miss you, i love you,” the words rush out of you before your hazy mind can even catch up and register them. you barely manage to register that you’re fucking your ex just mere hours after arguing with your special one. it doesn’t matter, not right now and not in this moment. not when satoru teases your clit until you’re able to cum all over him, painting his thighs with your slick as you slump against him.

even though he shouldn’t, even though he’s ruined your relationship, gojo cums inside your quivering cunt. fills you to the brim with his viscous, scorching seed and there’s so much of it that it seeps from your entrance — pooling okto the couch below.

“i love you.”

“i know.”

“come back to me, baby.”

“i…i don’t know if i can…”

you want to so badly, especially the damage is done, sealed by stolen kisses that’ll mean nothing in the morning.

satoru’s gotten what he wanted, to make you question your relationship and remind you of why you should come back to him. you fell asleep an intertwined mess on the couch and he leaves in the early hours of the next day.

all so that your current partner will never know the events that occurred on the night of your fight — you don’t have to heart to tell them when they come back the next morning with your favourite flowers and an apology. they shouldn’t have left you. they shouldn’t have gone to satoru behind your back. they love you.

but it’s already too late, a seed of doubt has been planted in your mind by your ex. you release that you still want him, that you might even miss him and the foundation of your new relationship becomes shaky and unstable.

you’ve grown insecure and you will always be comparing your current partner to your last partner. to gojo.

and your lover? now they’re insecure too, because you’re always so distant and you always smell a little different when you come home these days.

because you’ve started going behind their back to be with your ex, satoru, too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[venus-haze]

Lay All Your Love on Me (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: A communication breakdown has unintended consequences, but it’s all because Homelander loves you.

Note: Gender neutral reader and no descriptors are used. This is based on a request from @judyfromfinance and the ABBA song which is so Homelander coded. Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: Jealousy, possessive behavior, violence (not toward the reader). We love miscommunication for plot reasons here! Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Homelander had no reason to believe you were hiding from him. Your job kept you busy, and ironically enough, working for the same company didn’t guarantee that you’d see each other nearly as much as he’d like. When his texts went unanswered and he couldn’t so much as hear you during the day, though, his mind went into overdrive presenting him with every worst case scenario it could possibly conceive of.

Cheat. Cheat. Cheat.

His gloved hands balled into fists at his side. You would never cheat on him. He knew that. He did. But sometimes, it seemed like your heart didn’t ache for him the way his did for yours. You had a life outside of him, and as much as you tried to include him in it, he resisted. Things would be easier if it were just the two of you.

Trying your phone again, he called you, frustrated when it went straight to voicemail.

“Hey babe, it’s me. I’ve been trying to reach you all day. Give me a call back as soon as you can. I love you,” he said, adding a quick. “Call me back" for emphasis.

He groaned, throwing his phone aside and folding his arms over his chest. It was fine. He didn’t care that much anyway. At least that’s what he told himself as he glanced at his discarded phone every few seconds in hopes you’d call or text back. No dice.

As a last resort, he headed to the crime analytics department. You managed a small team of analysts who consulted with the state and federal government on Vought’s behalf. The two of you had met when Vought was trying to get supes in the military, and as far as Homelander was concerned, it was love at first sight.

Never mind that it took a few weeks to win you over, frustratingly committed to your job and hesitant to date a coworker. Even though he’d hardly consider the two of you coworkers. Sure, you both worked for Vought, but that was it as far as he was concerned. In his determination to woo you, he’d made some valuable connections in your department. At least, people who he knew would have some kind of scoop on you when he needed it.

“Hey Annika,” Homelander said, startling the young crime analyst as he approached her desk. “How’re you doing, pal?

“Hi Homelander,” she said, not quite able to keep eye contact with him. “Sir. I’m good. H-How are you?”

“You haven’t seen Y/N around today, have you?”

She shook her head. “Sorry.”

“Alright,” he said tensely, a painfully fake smile spreading across his face. “Keep up the good work.”

His smile faltered as he heard your name come up in a conversation on the other side of the room. A masculine voice, younger than his, far too much mirth for his liking when he spoke about you.

“Dude, I was in Y/N’s office for like an hour yesterday. I could barely concentrate. They are so fine.”

“You’re insane,” someone else laughed.

“What? Have you seen them?”

“They’re dating Homelander, dumbass.”

“Whatever. It won’t last. He and Maeve will get back together, and yours truly will be there to pick up the pieces.”

“If you say so.”

Homelander hadn’t noticed his eyes glowing red until Annika squeaked. Letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, he looked at his…acquaintance.

“See you around,” he said, his chipper tone clearly strained.

Since you weren’t answering your phone and he still had no clue where you were, Homelander had all the time in the world to wait around for your sleazy subordinate to take a bathroom break. He wondered if you were aware of the man’s interest in you. It was a possibility, but he had to assure himself that you wouldn’t do anything to encourage it. He knew you wouldn’t bother with a miscreant like that, of all people, but the point needed to be made. No one could speak so vulgarly about you and expect him not to do something about it.

Fifteen minutes or so had passed, and Homelander spotted his name badge. Josh.

“Hey Josh! You have a minute, buddy?” Homelander asked, voice booming through the hallway, causing Josh to flinch. Homelander smirked a bit.

“Homelander! Is there something you need?”

“Yeah, actually, I just have a question about the crime analytics office.”

Josh nodded. “Sure, anything.”

“Did you see any Greek letters in there?”

“Wh-What?”

“Did you see any Greek letters in there? Maybe a keg and some drunk idiots wearing togas?”

“I don’t—“

“Did you?”

“No.”

“Then why were you in there talking about my partner like you were in a fucking frat house?” Homelander asked, cornering the slimy analyst. “You know Y/N and I are dating, right? Your idiot friend told you as much.”

Josh’s mouth flopped open and closed like one of the disgusting fish The Deep crusaded for. “I—I didn’t mean—“

“So either you’re incredibly stupid, or you have a death wish. Which one is it, buddy?”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Homelander.”

Homelander chuckled, empty and hollow, reveling in the way he could practically smell the fear radiating off of the man in front of him. “You will be.”

With the way Josh was carrying on, Homelander would’ve thought he’d actually killed the guy. All he’d done was snap his arm and throw an elbow to his nose. He’d just bought the asshole a free rhinoplasty, far more generous than he deserved after what he did. 

Homelander sneered at the blubbering crime analyst, work shirt covered in his own blood. Pathetic, really. And he had the audacity to act like he was worthy of you. Throwing one final glare Josh’s way, Homelander walked off, wiping the blood off his gloves and onto his suit. It could be dry-cleaned out.

The outburst made him feel better than he had all day, though it didn’t answer the question of where the hell you were and why you weren’t answering him. Besides, he swore he heard the familiar sound of your footfall in the lobby. 

He supposed you wouldn’t be too happy if you came back to see one of your subordinates brutalized in the hallway. Just his luck, he spotted an intern in one of the unoccupied offices.

“Hey,” Homelander said, pausing a moment to read the intern’s badge, “Sammy, there’s a mess over by the crime analytics office, can you get someone to clean it up?” 

“Sure,” Sammy responded cheerfully.

“Thanks, it’s the little things that make this place run. You’re doing great,” he complimented, giving her a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Sammy returned his smile, obviously not questioning his sincerity. Homelander knew if he framed the whole thing as a favor, she’d be more likely to follow through. It was always good to have reliable people in his back pocket for things like that, worker bees who thought they were friends or something. She walked off, strides purposeful as she set off to complete her personal mission from Homelander.

Rushing over to the elevator, he listened for you, getting out on the fifteenth floor where he saw you just as you walked out of the bathroom. 

As soon as he made eye contact, he melted, making a beeline for you.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around Homelander. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

“Where were you?” he asked, almost painfully returning your embrace.

“I told you I was presenting for the security council at the UN all day. No phones, remember?”

He huffed, releasing you from the hug. Fuck. “I guess—maybe that rings a bell. You shouldn’t tell me something so important while I’m distracted.”

“How much did you miss me?” you teased, holding up your pointer finger and thumb to pinch the air. “This much?” You spread your fingers wider. “This much?” Wider again, except before you could ask, Homelander scooped you up in his arms.

“Why don’t I show you?”

“Please do,” you said, tilting your head up to kiss him.

He retreated into the elevator with you, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss laced with longing. You giggled at him. You’d only been gone for a few hours, yet he was acting as though it had been days. 

You missed him too, resolving to focus your attention on him for the rest of the night.

Until your phone rang.

“I should get this.”

“Now you’re able to pick up a call?” he grumbled, setting you down.

“One minute,” you whispered, grabbing your phone, “then I’m all yours.”

He pressed the button to his suite, having forgotten to do so in the heat of passion. “You better be.”

You picked up your phone, amused at Homelander still clinging to you, kissing your neck. “Hello?”

“Josh from crime analytics?” you asked, tensing a bit when Homelander grazed his teeth on the crook of your neck. “I haven’t heard from him since he gave me the homicide report yesterday.”

Homelander hummed against your skin, and you let out a whimper only he could hear at the way it vibrated through you. He was smug, and it took you a moment to piece together why.

“Okay, talk to you tomorrow,” you said before hanging up. “What did you do?”

“Something chivalrous to defend your honor,” he mumbled, his lips unrelenting on your shoulder as he pulled your shirt down to expose it.

“I guess I should thank you properly, then? My knight in shining armor?”

He lifted his head, grinning, “If you insist.”

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #the boys x reader #the boys amazon #the boys tv #the boys #homelander

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

#yes this is a bruce appreciation post #am i biased? yes. am i right that he has these features? also yes. #hes actually a very attractive person. hes got all the right features for it #plus hes smart (some medical knowledge) is really loyal strong-willed and patient #he puts up with kudo SO much #from being bossed around to taking home yoichis brother to whatever the heck kudo made him do to figure out OFA's transfer properties..... #i didnt think much of bruce originally #then i started doing resistance fic stuff and now hes a fave #hes a little blorbo #that i throw in terrible situations for my own entertainment #used his scary smile for comedy purposes #like when he made a kid cry once. or when a meta child was afraid of him so they bit him #has patience to deal with kudo and co. but also. has enough bite to snark them. is how i like writing him #oh? background character? well lemme just *picks him up* EXPAND ON THAT- #fic stuff: he tries making a good impression on a girl and kudo is ruining it immediately #he doesnt know what to do because the two always banter #kudo: fuck you #oc: fuck me yourself you coward #he sees through a rose-lens that kudo is trying to rip off his face #appeciation kinda turned analysis in general #bruce #kudo #yoichi shigaraki #bnha #mha #spoilers #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #NOT YOICHIS BROTHER. i meant Yoichi / AFO's brother in a prev tag up there but theres too much tags i dont wanna rewrite to fix that #(image limit and tag limit)

[thcfountain]

Dating Nick Folio would include:

mdni. nsfw & fluff.

Fishing dates! sitting in a boat together in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the weather or other small talk as you wait for the fish to bite.

Matching outfits for riding his motorcycle. He's very big on "dress for the slide, not the ride," but that doesn't mean you won't match.

He tries to teach you to ride a motorcycle too. Riding your own is safer than clinging to him from behind, even if he likes the feeling of you pressed up against him.

"I'd rather straddle and ride you," you say, halfway into the lesson and Nick immediately stops what he's doing.

Strong arms wrap around you, picking you up to carry you inside immediately. "I hope you mean that," he says as you giggle at the way he rushes you both into the house.

There's lots of laughter and fun in your relationship to the point where you two have had gigglefits together mid sex.

You pause, mid riding him, to laugh. "Did you just say my nipples were jigs?"

He laughs underneath you, hands on your hips, encouraging you to keep moving. "If I was a fish, your nipples would be the best lures to get me." It makes sense but at the same time, it doesn't.

You roll your hips under his encouraging hands but you can't help laughing and he laughs with you, realising that maybe he shouldn't have said that.

-

"Bang me like a drum," you moan as Nick thrusts into, hard and fast.

As your words register, his pace falters. "like a drum?" he can't help but laugh. "I'll smack your ass like a symbol later, baby, I promise," and you laugh too.

sometimes when you're ovulating, you get heavy baby fever and if you even mention it to Nick, he joins you in having it.

"I could build a crib," he tells you one day. You're snuggled up together on the couch, as close as can be, watching a movie. "And we can buy lots of cute little baby clothes," he adds.

Your heart skips a beat at the thought. "You're too busy," you remind him, even though it pains you to say it.

"You'd be so beautiful pregnant with my baby. I could kiss your tummy and talk to baby about music and fishing. I can't wait to buy them their first fishing pole!"

You guys drive the rest of the band crazy together. You prank band members or make weird noises at each other. If Nick starts singing, you always join in. If one of you makes a weird noise, the other will make a weirder one. You two can communicate solely in odd noises.

Getting matching tattoos. Ruffilo tries to keep you guys from doing it but he ends up giving in and agreeing to tattoo you both because he knows if he doesn't, you're just gonna go get each other's names tattooed and he hates that.

Doing silly couple trends with each other even if you never post them to social media.

Nick likes watching you masturbate and he will bring home toys that he wants to watch you try.

You close your eyes, moving your hips in time with the motorbunny you're currently riding. He'd been so excited when he brought it home for you to try and you had to admit how good it felt to ride.

Nick sits not far from you, eyes glued to your form as he slowly strokes his cock. "Louder, baby," he pleads, begging you to make more noise.

-

The grinder is strapped to his thigh, his hands are on your waist, helping you ride it. Every time you thrust against it, the ridges and bumbs that were specifically designed, rub against your clit, drawing out cries from you.

"Cum for me," he softly pleads, helping you pick up your pace and it doesn't take long for you to cum all over the toy, your hands grasp his shoulders, steadying yourself as you cry out.

Once you've regained your senses, you drop to your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth in order to repay the favor.

He also likes it when you order him around.

You're the first person that he lets collar him too.

"You ready?" You ask, holding the lock and collar you two picked out together. It's a beautiful collar, made of a loose chain, and to the untrained eye it might look like some e-boy esq accessory.

"I'm ready, I'm yours and only yours," he promises and you put the collar on his neck, locking it into place. You'll wear the key on a necklace around your own neck.

Sometimes date night means dinosaur nuggets and beer, sometimes its fancy dinner at a nice restaurant, and sometimes date night means sitting in a boat together as you wait for the fish to bite.

Texting with him all the time when the band is on tour. Facetiming him whenever he can get a moment or two away.

"What did you have for dinner?" you ask, watching him move the phone so he can readjust to a more comfortable position in his bunk. "Don't say sleep."

He laughs but there's love in his gaze at the fact that you take his wellbeing so seriously. "We found a pizza place," he tells you. "Noah ate his weight in pizza and now Jolly is tutting about how he warned Noah he'd get a tummy ache." You both laugh a little and then there's a quiet pause. "I miss you," he says quietly.

"I miss you too. I love you."

being treated like a younger sibling by the band. You and Noah are practically bffs with the most brother/sister relationship ever.

You run and leap onto Noah, clinging to his back from behind. "I'm gonna take you down," you threaten, while Nick cheers you on. "You can't beat me in a wrestling match."

But Noah is all muscle now so he just laughs. "This isn't even wrestling, you're just koala clinging to me."

You look back at Nick and he immediately gets the point, rushing over and helping you get Noah onto the floor. The two of you pin Noah down together.

"That's fucking cheating!" He declares as you and Nick laugh.

"Why are you guys recreating the scene where Merry and Pip tackle Boromir?" Asks Matt as he walks into the room.

You and Nick look at each other for a second and then rush Matt, knocking him down next.

"We're the undefeated wrestling champs!"

Going on cross-country road trips together on motorcycles. Which means staying in shoddy motels, eating at random diners, and making memories you'll never forget.

He pulls over to the side of the road and you follow, wondering if something is wrong. It's night time and the road is practically deserted in this in the middle of nowhere town that you're passing through.

It turns out nothing is wrong, he just wants a moment to stand at look at the stars together. Brightly splattered across the blue-black sky, the moon shining down on you both. You take your helmets off and kiss under the stars.

Lots of kisses! Nick loves kisses from you and he loves giving them. Sometimes you guys just sit and makeout. His kisses are the best.

#nick folio #nick folio imagine #nick folio smut

[blueiight]

can i ask your thoughts on the fandom’s heavy focus on louis as an object of desire? it sometimes feels to me like people are more interested in other characters reacting to louis than they are in louis himself. i know the “helen of troy” stuff is a joke but it genuinely seems like he’s often rendered oddly passive in his desirability, like we’re looking at him through the eyes of the other characters even though it’s his story (to be clear: in the fandom, not the actual show). or am i being uncharitable? either way, you always have interesting things to say about fandom reception.

i think the focus of louis as an object of desire arose largely in response to a lot of racially-charged nonsense about show louis, namely, where a loud minority of fans tried to deny the abuse and horror of season 1 and frame louis as the primary antagonist/abuser of his own story. which in of itself had the potential to go somewhere, especially considering the feminized role louis occupies in parts of season 1. unfortunately its spiraled off into its own dead end at this point to where now people, a year and a half removed from the release of s1, can box louis's character arc into this tale of getting all the hot boys to look her way. when this is a horror and tragedy series. romance is part of that, but is a piece of the full picture. classic romance is very much horror tbh but thats just me

if we're discussing the show strictly, majority of louis's relationships are antagonistic. even with his lovers, they love him as much as they seek to control him. 'his love is a small box that he keeps you in', trailer louis saying 'i knew who i was without those pieces [of myself?]' . so on and so forth. the first three episodes of season 1 are about louis's struggle to maintain a link with his mortal community, in the midst of increasing racist tensions against the city leaders, all as he struggles to come to terms with his existence as a vampire and how his relationship to lestat fits in relation to all these pieces of himself. doubly so, there is also the nature of the second interview in present time, and the sort of antagonism between daniel + louis as louis eventually pushes daniel into burning the old tape. the latter half of season 1, episodes 4-7 is squarely about the triad of lestat, louis, and claudia, how lestat increasingly tightens his hold over them both, claudia breaking them free of it, and louis's response to such. doubly so, daniel becomes more hostile the less he knows, and the more louis's composed 'master of his instincts' personage collapses to show the broken man thats underneath. armand comes in at the end bc the interview has reached a breaking point once more [as it did in the 1970s]. i know, im looking too hard into the meme, but so much of where louis errs, where his memory falters, where history is completely revised, has to do with the question of claudia. even book interview foundationally was about this grief, though not nearly with the level of depth+ gravity the show has added to the story.

where focusing on louis as an 'object of desire' most impedes analysis has to do with claudia as well, bc if u see louis as that solely, then what is claudia to u if not a 'child interfering in [louis's] romantic affairs'? why are people already seeking to write claudia off as a wayward child unduly 'taking out her anger on louis', when it was louis at the end of season 1 who strangled her against the wall and refused to let her burn lestat? when its louis in the trailer thats throwing claudia's words from season 1 back at her, evading her questions in the cafe? when claudia is having to dress as a baby doll and advertise with a sandwich board for a theater + a coven-master that all want her dead?

i think this is by nature of the fact that iwtv is canonly gay and isnt afraid of showing that, and modern fandom is mainly interested in romance. claudia's relationship to louis is secondary, if not tertiary, to all 'camps' of this tiny tiny fandom bc she is clearly established in s1 as not being a viable romantic option for louis, despite claudia's perspective and her story taking up the second half of the first season, and will continue to be important in the second season. the 'helen of troy' fixation on his desirability in relation to romantically viable vampires [or even men] seems to be another means by which fans can ignore this part of the story, just as the mutual abuse nonsense about louis being clarence thomas the third self hating black man who stole lestat's lunchables and is 'just as bad as the rest' drowned out and continues to drown out any other conversation for the past year and a half. it is very difficult to have conversations on this character precisely bc of this state of fandom, where many people seek to crack the whip over a fictional character for not being mother teresa and having a complex response to trauma, then instead of discussing that, some seek to fixate on the fact that mother teresa can be sexy, actually. when thats not the point. why is modern louis so full of grief and all but suicidal in dubai, if not for the fact that claudia is permanently dead, he still lives, he regrets something, and wants to find the truth under it all? the jokes are cute and all, but lets put our thinking caps on.

#yn. #yn answers #is this even worth being in the main tags? #idk.

[hawksredfeather]

Hawks | The Blood On My Hands

▸▸▸ HAWKS/KEIGO TAKAMI MASTERLIST

▸▸▸ SUMMARY : Hawks forgot to save everyone else but you, officially getting written up by HR and yourself.

▸▸▸ DETAILS : Angst, fem!reader, quirkless!reader, Hawks is your boyfriend, argument frfr, fluff and praise if you squint

▸▸▸ WARNINGS : Smut

▸▸▸ AUTHOR NOTES: dont forget to like >:>>

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"Y/n, come on, look at me. I said look at me," Keigo says firmly. "You don't understand what this job is. Sometimes you have to make these choices."

You glare at him with glossed-over eyes across the shiny kitchen counter.

"There were people, Keigo. You could've saved so many people, and you chose to save me. You made that decision on your own without asking. You're supposed to save as many people as you can." Your voice is quiet compared to his. None of you want this argument to transform into a fight, having both been through a lot in the past twelve hours.

The tiny cuts on your hand from holding onto a worn-out piece of wood for at least fifteen minutes earlier started to prick as you absent-mindedly poked at them.

"I don't expect you to understand."

"You're right, I don't."

"Right, no, you don't. You don't fucking know what it's like. I don't give a shit if you don't understand, you have no right to be mad at me for saving you. You not having a quirk in this society makes you entirely defenceless. What the fuck did you want me to do, huh?!" Keigo's voice picked up in volume and anger, shouting at you in desperation for a hint of comprehension. "Just stay back and watch you die?!"

You looked away. "No, don't fucking look away from me, look at me." Keigo had a big thing for communication and eye contact, always searching for your gaze to understand your feelings. For you to understand his. "Would you have really preferred for me to let you die in front of me?"

"It's not about me Kei... It's about everyone else. They also deserved to be saved."

"You don't think I already have blood on my hands? I know you don't think it's fair. I know that." The hero's calloused hands grasped the edge of the counter, sighing. "I can't do my job if you're not safe," he continues. "There's nothing in this world worth saving if you're not here with me, (Y/n). Literally nothing. I do this job because I want to keep people safe ― which includes you by the way ― but also one day, truly live in a society where heroes actually have too much time on their hands, like the people say. So I can spend time with you, and be an active part of our life together instead of coming home at three in the morning while you're already asleep. Or having to plan a month in advance for a single date because of all the paperwork I have to fill out just to take the night off."

His voice picks up again. "Fucking look around, (Y/n)! Everything I fucking do is for you! This place? For you. My job? For you. I intend to keep you safe until my dying breath. Until someone takes a spear to my heart. I don't give a fuck if you don't approve of how I do it."

Keigo's large wings, extending outwards in a threatening way, showed the extent of the hero's feelings. A sincerity you can't fake, a vow you can't disprove. He looked like an angel from the other side of the counter, an angel with red wings and worn-out eyes, courtesy of the duty he felt he had to fulfill.

The hero lowered his head once again, his wings faltering. "I just... I can't lose you (Y/n). You're all I have left."

He knew you didn't mind him crying around you, but he always wanted to seem stronger than that. He had weaknesses but never owned up to them. This time, it was different. "I would repeat what I did a thousand times over if it meant us having this argument right now... if it meant you were sitting at the other end of the counter, safe and strong enough to talk back to me." Keigo looked up, tears brimming his eyes. His voice was shaky and uneven, finding cracks to seep through every now and then.

You frowned. You felt bad as Keigo described you as "all he had left". Although you didn't want him to extend favouritism towards you, you knew he wasn't capable of it. He would choose you over any group of people. Over Japan.

Over the entire world, if it came down to it.

And here you were, as he felt you were rejecting everything he's ever offered and will ever offer. He felt you were rejecting him.

"You have to understand," Keigo walked around the counter towards you. "You have to understand you're the reason the world even has Hawks. You're the reason they still have..." he inhaled a sharp breath, "...Keigo Takami. Without you, there's none of that hero shit. I'm yours first, hero second," he said like a guilty child. He was vulnerable.

You extended your hands to meet his stubbly face, chasing away his tears with your thumbs. You didn't mind seeing him cry, but that didn't mean you liked it either.

There was so much guilt, so much self-resentment, distress and loneliness inside of Keigo. You made him feel human and alive like he no longer had to be a shell of himself to exist around others. He was aware he was dropping that responsibility onto you, and that it wasn't fair to keep pushing you to accept him and all his baggage, but he knew that you would, selfishly hoping that you would never change your mind.

"Kei..." you spoke softly and sighed. "I just want you to do the right thing."

"I will," he says, knowing you both knew it was a lie. He would continue to pick you over everything if he was given the choice.

Keigo kissed you. Not just a quick peck to settle the argument, no; he kissed you until he couldn't breathe. He was yearning to capture the tiniest bit of your love for him, of your affection, just to satiate his sick mind.

You kissed back, but it wasn't enough for the greedy hero. Keigo grew needier, moving his hands from your face to your torso, caressing your breasts as best as he could through the fabric of your shirt and your bra. He needed you. He needed you to be all over him, a mess, so he could forget his mistakes and feel good.

You started to slowly give in, pushing your bodies together until Keigo was between your thighs. His feathers rustled together feeling the contact from his clothed dick to your crotch as he grinded on you gently. The attention he was giving you was priceless, and you felt adoration from every touch of his fingertips.

"I need you baby, come on, give it to me," he muttered against your lips, trailing them from your mouth to your neck. He wanted you to want it as much as he did before he did anything. Keigo was a gentleman after all.

He elicits gentle moans from you as he sucks on your neck, having slipped one hand under your bra to play with your breast as the other one rested on your thigh, holding you in place while he rocked his lower body against yours. "Please," he pleads once more.

"Kei, come on, you're teasing," you whined as his index came in contact with your nipple. He smirked. Your tone, your now needy body, your flushed face, your words... could raise his ego to the heavens way more than his hero status. Every time. Without fail.

Keigo picked you up from your waist placing you on the table. "You want it babybird? Hm? You want me fucking pounding your little cunt until you can't form a sentence? Is that what you want?" Even though his dirty talk was engulfed in lust, it was simply to rile you up, to make you as desperate for him as he wanted. In reality, his words were dripping in love, a different tone than when you're casually having sex.

"Answer me, hm? Tell me, love, is that what you want? Is that what your pussy needs from me, baby?" he continues, holding your jaw tightly to force you to look at him. Just like in arguments, he's very strong on eye contact.

"Yes, please, Kei, you're making me wait."

Keigo chuckled softly. "Yeah, I know... I know baby," he said as he felt a wave of sadness take over him. He removed your top first, following with your bra as you pawed at his shirt, silently asking for him to take it off which he did. He knew skin-to-skin was important to you. Keigo followed with your bottoms and the last remaining piece of your underwear before discarding the rest of his own clothing, all while keeping his mouth on yours. He was mixing up sadness and desperation in his mind, as well as relief, pain, love, and care.

How dare he call himself a man. How dare he call himself a hero.

Holding back his tears, he kept your legs open around him and his hands firmly placed on your hips to stop you from wriggling, entering you with full intent. You could sense something was wrong judging by his emotionally pained expression and by his sudden change of tone and pace. Keigo needed this, truly, but felt he would break down any minute now.

"Baby," you spoke up, but he just shook his head.

"No. Shut up, I'm fine, just let me have this, please," his voice cracked. He was not fine. But he wanted this.

Keigo began to rock his body against yours, jaw locking at the pleasure. His sadness transformed into anger, not towards you, but towards himself. His hips snapped against yours, pathetic moans and whines escaping your mouth with every one of his movements.

He felt okay shortly after for the first time in the night. He was in his own personal heaven, there, right between your legs, making you feel good, making you writhe under his touch. He could die happy knowing he could make you feel this good.

You clawed at Keigo's back, right under his wings so as to not hurt the more delicate feathers of them. He was in too much bliss to talk and knew you were too. The way the head of his cock hit your cervix just right, and your spongy walls throbbed against his length drove him insane. A throbbing, shaky, moaning mess under him, and the sight alone could make him cum anytime.

Keigo reached a hand down to play with your clit, making slow circles around it. He didn't want to overstimulate you, just bring you close to his orgasm.

"You gonna cum baby? Y-You gonna cum all over my cock? God, you feel so fucking heavenly," he whined and moaned. He was twitching inside you and was waiting for you to be close to release.

"Mh- K-Keigo- I-"

He smirked and shushed you gently, his mouth next to your ear with his body slumped over. "C-Cum for me princess, my pretty baby."

Keigo's thrusts became irregular as he felt you tighten around him and the slick from your orgasm drip down in between his thighs, the feeling making him cum as deep as he could, holding you close with his arms. He mumbled through his high.

"'Gonna protect you. 'M gonna offer you the world babybird. I'll make it worth it. I'll make it worth it..."

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#mha #mha hawks #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks bnha #hawks x reader smut #mha smut #bhna smut #mha x reader #minors dni #my hero academia #my hero academia smut #keigo takami #keigo x reader #keigo takami smut #mha keigo x reader #mha keigo takami #mentor hawks #hawks headcanons #keigo takami headcanons #fivescoffeeecup #one shot #x reader #smut #fem reader #bnha hawks #bnha x reader #pro hero hawks #bnha smut #hawksredfeather

[ilynpilled]

I think what bugs me the most about the type of analysis that is common in this fandom is that sometimes people are obsessed with not actually looking at choices being made by characters and instead try to project extra-textual symbolism/parallels they pulled out of thin air or use essentialist arguments to predict a certain character’s trajectory. There is already a weird tendency to blame bloodlines instead of institutions, oppressive/destructive social constructs/systems, and abusive cycles. This series repeatedly deconstructs bio essentialist ideas in a multitude of ways. Characters being viewed as monsters for the way they are born is a concept that is repeatedly torn down. There is a combination of nature & nurture at play with these characters, I admit, but it is nuanced. Your environment and your nature are in constant conversation with each other. Certain environmental factors will worsen certain attributes, while repress others etc. Your blood is not evil, nor is it pure, it just is, and your nature will be affected by your rearing, tragedies you face, and the environment you live in. Monsters are created and developed, not born. This whole concept is apparent with all the siblings in the series. Dany & Viserys are drastically different people, and make different choices despite having similar experiences and the same blood. Same can be said for Joff, Myrcella, and Tommen. Another very good example are the Lannister siblings. The twins’ idea of “one soul in two bodies” is deconstructed, and they are faced with how dissimilar they actually are. All three siblings have differences in nature, as revealed by their behavior as young children & their current values and motivations, and they are all shaped very differently by their environment. Cersei is affected by the oppressive system of the patriarchy, Jaime by the trauma due to the violent construct of knighthood, and Tyrion by the rampant ableism of the world around him. Tywin also shapes them by giving each of them their own flavor of parental abuse based on the role he wants them to play in his legacy. It is so apparent just how these characters became what they are, and how they navigate their world as a result of a nuanced combination of nature and nurturer. But in the end, it comes down to choices that they keep making. Characters on the right path can also falter sometimes, weigh their values wrong, and make bad decisions at certain points. Not to mention how thoughts and words do not speak as much as actions and actual choices that are made do. You all take bio essentialist arguments that some characters in the text make at face value, even when it is obviously bullshit. Any analysis that hinges entirely on “this character is the son/daughter of this character”, or “this thing on the surface parallels this other thing from something I read/watched”, “this character is a dragon. Dragons plant no trees”, “this character is a monster”, “this character is from this house”, “this character is related to this character” etc instead of actually looking at what said characters do or try to do is gonna lead to unconvincing arguments that are antithetical to one of the main ideas that this series is built on. To me it feels like these books are communicating that in spite of your birth, your origin, your trauma, your prophecies, etc it is primarily your choices that lead you to where you are and the legacy that you create. Cersei’s prophecy will come true as a result of the choices she makes. Dany’s many prophecies are also as a result of choices she makes, she was not just gifted with everything that she has achieved, she is an active agent who makes choices that push her a certain direction. This is also why it is weird when everybody wants to make characters have a predetermined trajectory solely based on “what” they are, or who they are related to.

Not only does George say this in interviews, it is an explicit thesis statement in the text itself:

This is the concluding statement of Jaime’s ASoS arc. Like “The things I do for love”, “So many vows...”, and “The heroes […] the best and the worst, and those who were a bit of both”, as extremely relevant it is to him in specific, it is a major thesis statement for the series as whole, and overlaps with many characters, just like how other characters also have a bunch of these overlapping arc theses. So can we please primarily look at the choices characters make and what ultimately motivated them to make these choices rather than thinking their ending and what they “are” as characters is set in stone because of the reasons mentioned. I feel like how you all engage with some of these characters contradicts the deconstruction of this kind of essentialism that is so apparent in these books.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #i started writing something big about the aerys cersei parallel #and cerseis trajectory as a whole #and the arguments made for it to be dany instead are kind of wild #its pretty much done but its way too long which is also y i made this post so i dont have to say all this in there #too lazy to add character tags plus this applies to like literally all of them #some more than others based on fandom convos but like #also when jaime writes his page #it is emphasized how awkward his hand writing is #these characters and their journeys are gonna be full of hindrances and complications #and some bad choices #but that does not mean their end is set in stone #it will be whatever they chose and keep choosing

[galacticwarpedlense]

My opinions on Maru and Seb's family

Huh, something not about Elliott...how different.

I have some complicated feelings about the fam as I don't really dislike any of them but I can see their faults. To try and make a long LONG post a bit shorter, I'll just mention a fault I see with every person, a way they either can or could have fixed it and if I see any reconciliation specifically with Sebastian and Demetrius, the most obvious strained relationship.

Let's start with the character I most relate to, Demetrius. I like the guy. He seems very nice, cares about the environment, and he clearly loves his wife and daughter. Where he falters is obviously how he raised Sebastian. But not exactly how I think most have said he has. He clearly tried to raise Sebastian from both the book in his room called "Practical Tips For First-Time Step-Dads" and Sebastian's dialogue criticizing Demetrius's attempts at discipline. At some point though, he seemed to have just given up on trying to the point where he doesn't even mention Seb in his dialogue. Do I think Demetrius was being malicious? No. I'm under the personal headcanon that he's probably on the spectrum (from other unrelated dialogue and events) so he possibly just struggled to communicate. Let us remember that the man never says anything negative about Sebastian. I think he should have spent more time trying to understand Sebastian rather than giving up to raise Maru instead.

Then there's the main boy himself. Sebastian. I do not think he's mainly at fault, however, I do think he has some fault. He is very quick to make snide comments about his sister and step-father and while Demetrius can be argued to be deserved, Maru has wanted nothing more than to be closer to Sebastian so it seems oddly cruel. I will give Seb some leeway since he was clearly a child when his father left and that can cause some scars and children should not be expected to act as maturely as adults should. We don't know much about his bio dad but we can at least assume he's not in Seb's life anymore for whatever reason. I do understand that can lead to abandonment issues and a need to distance yourself so you don't get hurt but I'm pretty sure that's also the catalyst to the strain on his relationship with his step-dad. Not the cause, the cause is mutual distancing, but the catalyst. I think Seb needed to be more open with Demetrius and Maru rather than shutting them out and he still has a chance to do that, Maru still wants to have a sibling relationship, Demetrius still has that book, neither have completely given up on him, but he needs to accept that olive branch before they do.

I have some commentary on Robin's involvement in that strained relationship or more accurately, the lack of involvement. Robin does seem like a loving wife (if a bit mean to Demetrius sometimes) and an attentive mother being doting on her son and daughter... though I do think she babies Sebastian a little. But that's not my issue with her. I think she was way too distant with her family's relationship with each other. She's basically the glue that holds these people together and we can only assume that she simply watched her family grow distant. No one mentions her trying to repair the damage and she doesn't show concern about how distant Sebastian is becoming from the family. She mentions Seb's distance from her but not Maru or Demetrius. There isn't much evidence of her stepping in to either convince Seb to give Demetrius a chance or to inform Demetrius of the actions he's doing that are driving Seb away. I feel like she should have stepped in more.

Then there's Maru. Probably the most faultless person in the family. Like Seb, she was a child when the strains in her family's relationship started so there was little she could do. She wanted to have a sibling relationship with Sebastian but he was too closed off so she just stuck with having a relationship with her parents instead. I think she definitely could tone down on the condescension as if she can show that to the farmer, she's probably said worse to her family. But other than that, she was simply a kid born into a distant family.

Wow, this ended up being longer than I thought it would be...

Uh, in conclusion, this family needs to talk to each other. Communication is important. And probably family therapy. Lot's of family therapy.

#stardew valley #sdv headcanons #sdv #stardew sebastian #stardew maru #stardew robin #stardew demetrius #sdv sebastian #sdv maru #sdv robin #sdv demetrius #Can we get this family some counseling

[escapismqueen]

Why I’m team Jelly

Something about Belly and Jeremiah makes so much sense to me. They just ‘flow’. Idk if that’s the right word, but it’s how I see them. Everything with them seems natural and easy, like they don’t have to try with each other, they just are.

I do understand why the Team Conrad people want to see them together (in some ways) but in my opinion, Jeremiah is the right choice for endgame and is Belly’s future.

Conrad was Belly’s first love. He was the older brother who was always sweet to her and who she harboured a crush for, for so many years. But Jeremiah’s the love that’s always been there. He’s the love that all of a sudden hits her in the face and she goes ‘how has it taken me this long to see it?’. Jeremiah is the boy who stayed at home with her for a week because she was sick and he didn’t want her to be alone. He’s the boy she stayed home for when he got sick too. He’s the boy she would run with to the beach with and play in the water. The boy who she knows “better than any boy”. She’s the girl who makes him feel seen (which only his mum and belly do). He’s the guy that will ‘always come and get her’. No matter at what stage Belly was in in her life, wether she was going on a date with someone or if she was little and was going to be home alone sick, Jeremiah pushed his own feelings aside, and chose to be there for her.

Maybe it’s only me seeing this as someone with a soft spot for Jelly, but everything seems less awkward with Jeremiah than it does with Conrad. Don’t get me wrong, there’s been more than a few moments with belly and Conrad where I’ve been like ‘omg that’s so cute’, but there’s also a slight awkwardness there sometimes. But I’ve never felt that there’s been an awkward moment between Belly and Jeremiah. Even when they were in the car together after not speaking for months, it was quiet and there was a tension, but it was never awkward.

They have such best friends to lovers energy and they have most importantly endgame energy. My only hope is that they show more of Belly feeling love for Jeremiah and not just Conrad. Because it’s so obviously there, so I need to see more of it. That boy means the world to her, and I’d like to actually see that shown more than it is.

Idc what anyone says, the relationship that Belly and Jeremiah have is so much healthier than with her and Conrad. Jelly communicates with each other, they tell each other how they feel and the love they have for each other (and I’m not just talking about romantic here) never falters, no matter the situation. Conrad seems to give affection and then pull away. He’s more talk than walk, whereas Jeremiah is more walk than talk. I know Conrad suffers with his mental health, and as someone who does as well, I can sympathise with him and understand why he does some of the things he does. But are we going to sit here and say that Jeremiah doesn’t suffer with his too ? I feel like people forget that Jeremiah has also lost his Mother. And he was there watching it happen, he saw her slipping away, that surely has had a huge impact on him. Not to mention that whilst it was happening, the girl that he was in love with was dating his brother, and he stood back and let it happen because he wanted both his Brother and Belly to be happy.

The entire scene with Belly and Jeremiah at the college sums them up for me. The montage of them giving each other piggyback rides and twirling each other around, Jeremiah tucking Belly’s hair behind her ear (did anyone else notice that when Conrad did that, she pulled away and asked him if she had something on her face, but when Jeremiah did it, she didn’t even flinch ? just saying 👀) the montage radiated nothing but complete joy, happiness and love and affection. And even in the serious moments, like when they talked about the future, Belly planned it with Jeremiah in it. And say what you want, but she didn’t plan it as ‘friends’ she was planning that future as a ‘we’, as a couple.

When Belly was at home and looking through the pictures of the boys and Susannah, clearly upset and missing them, it’s Jeremiah she called, despite them not having spoken in months. When it comes to belly’s struggles, she will always call Jeremiah for help. Always. And when it comes to Jeremiah’s, Belly is the only one that makes him feel better. Always. They just work. (Thinks if the tower of terror scene)

I just don’t want Belly to get back together with Jeremiah, only for her to then break his heart again. She clearly wants him, so let’s keep it that way, I am begging. Jeremiah deserves the world and Belly is his world. And Belly deserves the love she’s always craved (and without even noticing it at the time, Jeremiah is the love she’s always craved). She built Conrad up in her head, she gave him traits that she wanted him to have because she loved him, she gave him chance after chance because she loved him. But that true love, happiness fairly tale that she’s always imagined, that’s Jeremiah, and now is the time for her to notice that (as it seems she has) and to STAY thinking that.

I know how the book ends, and before anyone asks, no I haven’t read them. But I really do hope that they change the ending for the show. Jelly is a pure love. It’s a true love. They’re ‘real’ in the words of Belly. I’ve said this on someone’s post before, but the song Daylight by Taylor swift is very Jelly coded. The lyrics ‘I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden’ sums it up. Conrad was Belly’s burning red love. The love that yes, was deep and meaningful, but was also complicated and painful. Jeremiah is her golden love; also deep and meaningful, but the love that’s bright, one that makes her happy and is just easy. She never has to question herself around him, she can just be Belly.

And whilst im at it, I’ve seen a lot of discourse of people calling Belly a ‘bad person’ and I feel the need to stick up for her here. Has she made some mistakes ? Yes. Questionable ones ? Yes. But she’s a teenage girl for gods sake. Are you telling me that your teenage self has never made a questionable decision ? Are you telling me that your teenage self had never hurt someone ? Belly is young and has two boys who clearly care about and love her wanting her. Boys who have been in her life always. Of course she’s going to be confused and make decisions that hurt someone. I’m not saying she’s never in the wrong, because of course she is, but so is everyone at some point in their life. Again, she’s a teenaged girl, give her a fucking break. I never see anyone calling the boys ‘bad people’ for the questionable choices they’ve made.

Anyway, Jeremiah is Belly’s person. And Belly is Jeremiah’s person. Enough said. And also, THAT kiss!

#tsitp s2 #tsitp #team jelly #jeremiahandbelly #team Jeremiah #jeremiah fisher #belly conklin #conrad fisher #the summer I turned pretty #jelly endgame #jenny han #can I @jennyhan on this ? 🤣 #someone send this to Jeanne please 🤣 #im not even joking

[romanarose]

Yellow

Marc Spector x fem!Reader

A/N: worst fic title in the history of fics ever. I literally just got done writing a 7 page paper, reading an entire graphic novel and answering assignment questions about it, watching a video and doing THOSE questions, and my Spanish homework. I've been in the library nearly 12 hours. I needed something.

Summary: You and Marc usually enjoy rough sex with dom/sub dynamics, but tonight you just aren't into it, no matter how hard you try. You use yellow on the stoplight system, asking marc to slow down.

Warnings: build up to rough sex, slapping, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, some fingering, choking etc, PIV sex, oral (fem!recieving), previously discussed kink dynamics, use of the stoplight system, asserting boundaries, post-sex discussion. UUHHHHHHHH If i missed anything LMK.

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“Think you can be good for me? Hm? Think you can behave?” Marc had you pressed against the wall, hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his erection throbbing in his jeans that were pressed against you. You wanted him, your whole body burned for him, for his touch. 

You nod, whimpering.

With a tsk, tsk, tsk, he shook his head. “Use your words.” He growled in your ear. But you just wanted him to touch you, and to touch him. You wrap your hand around his wrist, wanting it off you’re neck and on your body, but not daring to move it. This is the sort of thing you and Marc did, the type of thing you loved, adored, sometimes you found yourself asking for it harder, rougher, something he would hesitate with, depending on what you wanted. He never actually wanted to hurt you, and he knew when you were in subspace you’d do anything for him, even if it wasn’t best. That’s where he came in. Marc always watched for your well-being, kept a close eye on you and your comfort, and you two had clear and open communication. You and Marc had clearly defined boundaries, what Marc would and wouldn’t do, what you did and didn’t want. What he was doing now was very clearly within your boundaries, but today something didn’t feel right about it.

You plead with him to move his hands anywhere else, but god, you needed them on you. “Yes, touch me please, Marc?” 

A crisp slap on your face. “What was that?” he teases.

You give him what he wants, not in the mood to play the brat today. “Please touch me sir.”

Marc’s face falters a bit at that, picking up on the slight shift. Not entirely dropping the act, he asks in a borderline mocking tone. “What wrong, can’t take it?” His hand releases from your throat and begins caressing your body, his left hand sliding down to your aching core, finally providing some relief.

You knew you could say red at any time and Marc would back off, offering you love and cuddles and assurances, but you wanted him, you wanted him so badly it hurt. “No sir.” You reply with a quick peck on his perfect, pink lips.

He visibly relaxed, and continues with his game, pulling you by your hair from the wall and tossing you on the bed, something you normally loved, but today it just hurt. He gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t fucking come until I tell you, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

“Open” He requests, hanging over you, his hand pulling down your shorts, he finds you soaking wet, but touched everywhere except right where you needed him to be, teasing you. “Open” Marc reasserts, curls falling in his face. He really was so, so, incredibly beautiful. The kind of beautiful you want to make proud.

You shake your head.

His grip harshens, but his fingers plunge inside you, making a muffled cry from your tightly gripped mouth. 

“Is that what you wanted? You just want me to touch you? Dirty little whore can’t wait a few minutes for me to get her ready?” he taunts you. But you knew he wasn’t going to be getting you ready, he would tease you, play with you, build you up then walk you back down, edging you until tears fell over. Marc loved to edge you, giving you multiple, world-rocking orgasms. You loved it, you loved the way he knew your body, but right now you needed something else, something more, something less. You didn’t want to stop, but you couldn’t deny the sex you usually loved was not cutting it, you were unable to lose yourself in him.

“Marc-” You start.

Before you can finish, his hand released your jaw, but the relief was only temporary as he slapped you again, the sting reverberating from where it was already sensitive.

You shut your eyes, hesitating, but deciding to try again. “Marc, yellow, yellow” You hated admitting defeat, but you couldn’t take it and you knew Marc would much rather you communicate with him than just allow yourself to be uncomfortable. 

Marc’s eyes wide, immediately withdrawing from you. Fuck, how did he miss it? “Are you okay? What do you need? Do you need to stop?” The questions spilled out in rapid succession as his eyes scanned you before locking onto your own. He didn’t miss it, that was th thing, that’s why he checked on you, but you said you were fine, didn’t you? Fuck, it was his job to watch out for you, his job to make sure it wasn’t too much, his job to-

Your hands found his face, their warmth instantly calming his panic. “Marc, baby no, it’s just yellow, not red. I want you, I want you so badly, I just…” You hesitate. You had always found communicating your needs difficult, whether in the bedroom, at work, with friends or with a partner. With Marc, Jake and Steven, it was much easier, but still could be a struggle.

His face softened, large brown eyes gazing into yours with warmth and love as he rubbed your arm. “What is it baby? It’s okay, you can tell me.”

You bite your lip. Maybe this would be easier if he wasn’t so fucking pretty, you didn’t want to dissapoint him. “I was just hoping we could… and I know this is probably just super vanilla and boring and not what you want..” you begin to ramble.

Marc takes one of your hands off his face, bringing your knuckles for a soft kiss. “Anything you want is what I want. Vanilla isn’t bad, you’re the one in control here baby.”

Taking a deep breath, you just say it, even if you feel pathetic as you do. “Can we just have sex tonight? None of hitting or choking or orgasm denial. Just sex.” His brow furrows into a small frown and for a moment your heart drops, worries you disappointed him, so you add “Or not, or we can keep going maybe just less intense, or…”

“Oh honey” He kisses you with a tenderness that is so far removed from the scene you were just in. “We absolutely can do that sweetheart. It’s not boring, you could never be boring. Are you alright? Did I do anything you didn’t like? Do you want to reevaluate the terms and conditions?” He joked with a small smile, meaning your boundaries. 

You shook your head, giving him a reassuring kiss. “No, baby, just, sometimes I just want you, just to feel you. Is that okay?” You look up at him, slightly nervous, but much more at ease with him. He respected your boundaries, and never, ever, made you feel bad for asserting them.

“It’s more than okay, sweetheart.” He kissed you again, with a little more ferver. “Are you ready to keep going, or do you need some time?”

“I’m ready, are you?” You check him, making him smile.

“Yeah baby.” Finally, his hands roamed you the way you had wanted to feel all night. You lift off his shirt without his hands slapping you away and feel the strong muscles on his back and arms and he positioned his still-clothed bottom half between your legs, his length grinding into you, stimulating your clit as his hands gave you the love you deserved. You continue exploring him for the 100th time, taking extra time to feel his stomach, loving how your strong, perfect boyfriend’s perfect tummy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby” Her mermers, pressing kisses into the skin of your neck, moving his head downwards to take your nipple in his mouth, giving each one attention before moving downwards between your legs. “Could spend my life here”

You card your fingers through his dark curls, massaging his scalp as a reward for being so, so good, which in turn awarded you a moan from his mouth that reverberated against your core that his mouth was devouring. Fuck, that was good. You made a mental note to do this more. You loved the intensity of rough sex, and you definetly got the softer side with Steven and Jake, but there was something special about it with Marc, in his own way. Marc was a tough shell to break. You had fallen in love with Jake first, then Steven, then Marc. It had taken a while for Marc to admit he was in love with you. Marc had seen and been through a lot of the horrors life could offer a person, so logically he was rougher around the edges. However, when he came around, it only amplified the softness he allowed himself to be with you, and only you, Steven and Jake.

You came quickly, not needing to hold back or wait for permission, resulting in a shit-eating grin from Marc as his soaked face moved back up to kiss you. “Forgot how quickly I can make you come when I’m not edging you” another kiss. “Fucking amazing.” He continues kissing you for a moment, his hand building you back up already as he played with your breasts. “Do you want to keep going, or is one enough?”

“Keep going please” You begged, and he obliged, entering you as he swallowed your moans in his mouth.

 “Feels so fucking good baby, you always take me so well” His pace was past, but not brutal, his hands still working your body, massaging along every erogenous zone. “Can’t believe someone so perfect is with me” He kissed every square inch of the side of your check he had earlier slapped, his apology for not picking up on your discomfort. When you came, it wasn’t the earth-shattering, headboard breaking orgasm that often came from build up and edging or the pleasure of oxygen deprivation, but it was fucking fantastic, giving you what you needed tonight. As he pulled out, you got the beautiful view of Marc Spector, golden-dark skin and all, kneeling before you as he jerked himself off onto your stomach. 

Panting, he sat back on his legs and took a moment to view you. “I will never get tired of this. Just look at you, christ… all covered in my come, all mine, my perfect girl…” he looked at you with adoration as you stared at him, his full body on display for you, lil tummy and all.

After he cleans you up with a warm cloth, Marc pulls you into him, chest to chest so he can look at the face he loves so much. “I want to check in again, is there anything I did that you didn’t like or made you uncomfortable?” He rubbed his hand along your back.

You considered for a moment. Marc wanted an honest answer. “Well… right before I said yellow, I almost said it before. I said your name and before I could say it you slapped me. I like the whole thing where I call you sir, and you make me call you sir, and I like when you slap me but maybe… could you not do anything while I’m in the middle of talking? That way I can communicate if I need to slow down or something?” 

Marc was careful to school his expression. As much he felt bad for ever putting you in a place where you couldn’t express your needs, but he didn’t want you to feel bad for putting a boundary. You’re comfort and full consent came before absolutely everything else. He smiled at you. You were so smart, always coming up with a perfect solution. “That sounds perfect baby.” He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry for not letting you speak, I always want you to be able to talk to me”

“I know, baby” You hold him tight, feeling the bit of meat on his hips. “I didn’t ruin the mood or anything? That wasn’t boring?” You ask

You can feel him shake his head. “No, absolutely not, that was perfect, you’re so beautiful, so sweet, so pretty, it’s nice to be able to take the time to really take it in and appreciate it sometimes. And thank you. For trusting me. With all this in general, the way we do things, but specifically for trusting me enough to tell me when you aren’t in the mood, when you want to change things or what you don’t like. I always…” He shifted a bit. “Ever since my childhood, I thought of myself as a lot of negative things, but with you… you see me differently. You believe in me, you trust me, And that means more to me than you know.”

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Oh god I hope I did this correctly. I see a lot of fics with kink dynamics and some fics will have Marc, Jake and Steven asking for a color or checking in, but it's usually good to go. In real sex, sometimes people just aren't into it that night. I wanted to do something where reader doesn't want to stop, just wants to take it slow. Remember to always have clearly defined boundaries when practicing this kind of sex, and all sex in general but particularly kink. And it's important to touch base on things.

Tagging a few people I thought might be interested

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @ahookedheroespureheart @ninebluehearts @lucianadraven32 @jake-g-lockley @howaboutcastiel @welcometostayingawake @in-between-the-cafes

#marc spector smut #marc spector fluff #marc spector fanfic #moon knight #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada

[thesherrinfordfacility]

On the topic of dark grey Crowley though, I agree, and I think actually being seen as some sort of gallant hero type who makes mistakes but ultimately is good is the sort of reading of his character that would frustrate him. Crowley genuinely likes to fuck with people sometimes. When Muriel shows up Crowley can barely resist having a little fun at Muriel's expense and mocking them for being naive, and he's so excited to do it. Like I think that is the happiest we see Crowley all season. He does the paint-gun trick just for fun and can barely contain his laughter when Aziraphale freaks out, and bragging to Hell about his evil deeds constantly is a facet of his personality and something Aziraphale even scolds him for. That isn't all just for show, Crowley has a conscience, but he can still be a stinker. That said, in the same way Aziraphale has a hard time going a week without doing a good deed, you can tell Post-Retirement Crowley is also trying to refrain from some of his meaner habits in S2 with his "count to ten" stuff, and especially in his interactions with Jim. Like he's working on being better, but having a hard time not letting his temper get the best of him, or not being a little bit evil sometimes. That's how I read that quick look in the Bentley after his fight with Aziraphale when he takes off his glasses and looks exhausted. It to me reads a bit like; "I didn't handle that well." You can also see his growth at the end of the season. Like he actually listens to Nina and Maggie and takes them seriously when they tell him he needs to be more communicative, and he makes an effort to follow their advice. S1 Crowley would not have done that.

hi @oatmealaddiction, sorry for taking so long to reply to you!!!✨

this is... brilliant - you're absolutely right and i completely agree with you; he definitely seems to try getting a handle of himself in s2. there's a lot that he does in 2023 that shows that he's trying to be more gentle, conscious of his words/behaviour, and all-round a softer person. you've highlighted "count to ten" (and i'll add his immediate recognition of 'my bad' when he restores power to the coffeeshop), and how he interacts with jim, but also the way that he gently questions aziraphale about his 'naked man friend', how he interacts with muriel in the backroom and in heaven, and putting the shop back together before aziraphale comes back (firmly believe that this is the stress-cleaning as alluded to in the book, but it's still a measure of kindness and respect to aziraphale and the shop).

he still occasionally falters in all this though, which is a nice touch to show that it's all a work-in-progress (he still mocks muriel slightly in ep3 as you say, still violently loses his temper, still shown to treat aziraphale's things with a degree of disrespect, and still handles aziraphale quite abruptly on occasion), but the common denominator throughout all of that, relapsing so to speak, is him being under a good measure of stress and threat - so once again, completely understandable that he does so!!! i also like your remark on the conversation with maggie and nina; even if he doesn't necessarily listen to/act on the key points of that conversation that he possibly ought to have done, the fact that he does at all - even considers what they have to say as being worthy of his attention, as wise and insightful - is another mark of how he begins to evolve in s2, compared to s1 where he seems to be stuck in a state of inertia. crowley seems to spend a good deal of s2 anchorless (and not just in the literal 'hes living out in his car' way), and therefore seems to be grasping for routine, purpose, and/or connection wherever he can find it...?

i do wonder if its wholly to do with being out from under hell's thumb, though. as you say, and ive suggested in previous asks, crowley does seem to get some joy out of being a demon and doing demonic things, and acts in those instances with - as it seems to me, anyway - very little conscience... but these all largely occur before he breaks away from hell, even if some bad habits (?) remain in s2. im also of the (i think) widely-shared belief that crowley begins to fear hell from 1827 onward, and that his disappearance for however-long-a-time/his obvious fear and paranoia in 1862 is directly linked to how he reacts to aziraphale calling him nice/good/thanking him.

so with that in mind, his emerging willingness, as it seems in s2, to be 'nicer' and 'gentler' correlates directly to the threat of hell being removed; that would be a fairly logical conclusion. but we know that he's not out from under hell's thumb... i would like to think that crowley isn't naive enough to believe that shax is simply a harmless, innocuous protégée... but if we consider how he seems to underestimate other fellow demons in the show, it's entirely possible.

but then again, the time that beelzebub drags him from the bentley does seem to be the first time they've interacted since armageddon... so did crowley truly think that he was safe from hell? that they wouldn't dare to fuck with him again, after the bathtub ruse? did he see it as freedom to start being nicer, without fear of repercussions that - we can assume - he suffered beforehand? is he doing it for himself, because he wants to be nicer, or is he doing it to build further on the 'us' he and aziraphale were tentatively creating in the four years we didn't see?

sorry that the above is a ramble - this is basically a transcript of my brain talking itself in circles, but i think it's nonetheless interesting to think about; how much of crowley developing into this character, that seems to purposefully try being a kinder/nicer/more patient and conscientious person, is because he personally wants to, had wanted to all along, and is now free to do so, and how much is it because he thinks it's a compromise on meeting aziraphale's assessment of being 'at heart, just a little bit, a good person', so that he's more... idk, likeable - agreeable? - to aziraphale directly? wants to live up to what aziraphale thinks of him? how much of this is all the same thing?✨

#good omens #ask #god knows what im rambling about in the second half im so sorry 😂 #this was so good to think about tho so thank you!!! #crowley meta #s1 meta #s2 meta

[beyondthegame]

hiiiiii i can’t stop thinking e being a whole Lover and it made me so curious about their family history and their relationship with both parents. i just find their character so refreshing cause they grew up with just their dad but here they are still wanting a partner they can commit to and eventually get married to and UGH i’m so in loveeee

Oo, yes! E is such a hopeless romantic. Love letters? They’ll write them. Notes around the house for you to find? They’ll definitely do. Doing the absolute most for the holidays and their lover’s birthday? Yes, yes and yes!!

They’re such a delight <3 soo I’ll leave a bunch of E facts under the cut because E’s family is my fave!

E’s dad, Javier, is Colombian and their mum, Rosalie is Canadian. E was born in Toronto, but they moved around a bit because of Javier’s footballing career and then they all moved to London when E was 9.

Surprisingly, Javier and Rosalie ended up getting a divorce when E was around 14. I say surprisingly because they definitely could’ve stayed together and even now they’ll call the other the love of their life.

Despite the divorce, Javier and Rosalie were and will always be the best co-parents! They have healthy communication, always put E first, and actually don’t mind being around each other—to the point where you wouldn’t even notice that they’re divorced.

^ I think this is where E’s love for love stems from. They know their parents are good together, hopes one day they’ll end up back together, and thinks ‘I’d love to have my own relationship like theirs, just without the breaking up part’.

If you’re to ask E who their favourite parent is, they’d say they love them both equally. But Rosalie knows it’s Javier and deep, deep down Javier knows it’s him too.

E and Javier just have the most amazing relationship. They’re super close and they’ve always been like that, and Rosalie has just accepted that because she loves E’s relationship with their dad.

Javier dad jokes like, “E, you’re my favourite, talented child.” “…I’m your only child.”

E knows Spanish fluently, they know a bit of French.

^ Rosalie always jokes that when E and Javier speak in Spanish around her they’re talking about her.

Soo, Rosalie’s back living in Canada (mostly because she misses home but also because she’s a film director and she’s directing a film over there). E regularly visits her when they can too.

And every Friday E and Javier have dinner together, and they FaceTime Rosalie so the three of them eat together.

Rosalie also being the one to encourage Javier listen to E’s explicit ‘Wild Ace’ album like, “Jav, you always support E with their music” “I do, but just because I’m not going to listen to this album doesn’t mean I don’t support them”—after a couple of months Rosalie won’t let it go so Javier has no choice.

His opinion about the album is that the songs are catchy but…yeah, explicit and not parent friendly!!

I imagine an interviewer asking E “is your wild ace era over?” and E would laugh and say yes, along with “the album was basically a retelling of all the scandals the media likes to write about me, along with me telling a few people to, uh, kindly fuck off. so, yes, the wild ace era is over…mostly for the sake of my dad’s blood pressure.”

But when E’s confidence does falter and the media does get to their head and they start overthinking, then their parents are super sensitive and motivating and they have the right words to tell them.

Javier and Rosa know about E’s occasional one night stands and sometimes Rosa will say to E, “I was married twice by your age” and E would smile and say, “and you’ve now been divorced twice, this isn’t turning out to be a good love lesson from you, is it?”

^ But they also know how much E would love to have a real relationship, so when E’s actually in a relationship and their parents know—Rosa and Javier have so many questions like “are they treating you well?” “are you happy?” “I will be pissed if they even think about breaking your heart.”

#ask #e acevedo #I feel like I have a dozen more facts but this is already long #nikka 🫶🏼

[jamespotterthefirst]

Luck of the Draw (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 900 Warning: None Premise: There’s no one else in the world she’d rather be stuck with. 

A/N: Terrible summary lol. Just a bit of fluff! 

“Home visits are part of the job now,” June argued, beating an annoyed Ethan to the punch. “The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be Ethan.”

“Doubt that,” Baz teased.

Ethan ignored the jab, glaring at June with unflinching ferocity. Anyone else would shrivel under the deathly stare, but not June Hirata. In fact, all of the room’s occupants would argue that they have developed immunity to Dr. Ramsey’s wrath. Lilac shifted on her seat, watching how the handsome doctor’s fury pulled his muscles taut. It made already sharp cheekbones and jaw so pronounced, she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers along the ridge.

Then she remembered she had.

All while kissing him passionately, their half-naked bodies sliding against each other.

“Then you go,” Ethan returned through grinding teeth.

June laughed with the bravery of someone mocking a furious lion.

“Okay, fine. I’ll take one for the team and go. I still need one of you to come with me, though.”

“Not me!” Baz exclaimed almost at once.

June rolled her eyes. “That goes without saying. No one wants to willingly go. Doctor Allende feels the same way. She’s just too nice to say so.”

Ethan’s eyes moved to meet Lilac’s and the impact felt like the crackle of lightning. Every inch of her body sizzled with the weight of those blue eyes on her. Face as unreadable as ever, he averted his gaze quickly, leaving her aching for him.

“We’ll just leave it up to fate, then,” June continued. “I’ll draw a name out of a hat and that’s who’s going with me.”

“We don’t have hats here,” Baz pointed out.

“Out of Ethan’s pencil cup, then.”

“Or,” interjected Ethan pointedly. “I can just assign it to someone since I’m the leader of this team.”

Baz laughed.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Besides, we all know you’ll just have Baz go with me,” June added.

Lilac’s blood ran cold when June’s eyes found her at once. Her astute, narrow gaze silently communicated what she left unsaid: Ethan would pick Lilac to stay behind with him. Lilac’s stomach plunged with nauseating speed.

Ethan began to protest, but June was already dumping the contents of Ethan’s pencil cup all over his desk.

“Live a little,” June said to a red-faced Ethan.

There was a long, heavy pause in the room. Even Baz’s jovial smile faltered slightly the longer the silence stretched. Everyone, including the seemingly confident June, wondered what Ethan would do next.

Without betraying anything, Ethan took a pad of post-its from his desks. Wordlessly, he scribbled names on three, crumpled them up haphazardly, and tossed them in the empty cup. The tension evaporated out of the room at once.

“Alright, and the unlucky winner is…” June uncrumpled the paper and sighed. “Baz.”

“Damn,” the other doctor said. “All of that and you’re still stuck with me, Hirata.” Resigned to their fate, the two doctors left in a flurry of good-natured teasing. Lilac waited until she was sure they were completely out of earshot before letting out a relieved sigh.

“Thank God.”

Ethan raised his eyebrows.

“I really didn’t want to be stuck with June.”

Ethan’s face betrayed nothing. “Sometimes you won’t have a choice.”

“I know, I know. Let me just enjoy today, okay?”

At last, a ghost of a smile crossed his face. “You really dislike working with Dr. Hirata?”

Lilac paused at that, unsure how to answer. It wasn’t that she had anything against June herself. In fact, Lilac admired what a formidable doctor she was. It was the knowing glances she threw at Ethan and Lilac once in a while that put her on edge. Instead of answering, she turned the question on him.

“Would you have preferred to go instead?”

“God no,” he returned without pause. “Which is why I made sure I didn’t.”

“What?”

“I made sure it was Baz.”

Lilac stared at him.

“How?”

Looking entirely too pleased with himself, Ethan extended the cup to her. Inside were the remaining two post-its. With one last skeptical look at him, Lilac reached in for them.

“Baz,” she read out loud. “And… Baz.”

To her surprise, Ethan let out a laugh. It was a low rumble of a sound that stirred her stomach pleasantly. Lilac blinked at him stupidly, which only increased his amusement.

“You cheated.”

“No, I took my authority back from June’s ridiculous antics.”

“You could’ve just told Baz to go and be done with it.”

“Baz was right. It was more fun this way.”

Still shell-shocked, Lilac said, “That’s so…”

The natural end of that sentence was “hot.” But she couldn’t exactly say that without reopening the wound their so-called reset inflicted. Ethan must’ve read her mind because he moved past her unfinished sentence.

“We better get back to work on this paperwork.”

“Right.”

Their eyes met, as though they couldn’t help but drink in the sight of the other.

“I’d rather be stuck doing paperwork with you, Dr. Ramsey,” she confessed quietly.

In the silence, his characteristic stony expression softened.

“I’ll make us coffee,” he said in response, already moving toward his prized machine.

And though he said nothing more, Lilac felt the blue eyes she adored the most in the world find her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Note: Thank you so much for reading!

And thank you all for all your kindness, well-wishes, patience, understanding, and grace. Without boring you with the painful details, the last few weeks have been difficult for me and everyone here has been so sweet!

Love you guys! 

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(Reposted again because I forgot to add the images Ahhhhhhh)

(A couple of headcanons I drew up a couple weeks ago that I forgot to post on this account, happy reading!)

The green pigments on the scales of a leaf wing are the result of a symbiotic relationship with one or more species of algae, with the whole colony being referred to as a microbiome. Colloquially, it’s sometimes called scalegae. (pronounced scale-jay… or maybe scale-gay?) 

Along the surface of a scale there is an array of microscopic nooks and divots that allow the algae to hook on and root in. From there the algae is capable of accessing the leaf wing's bloodstream, where it can exchange nutrients. The health and biology between a leaf wing and their microbiome are heavily intertwined, so if the health of one falters, then the other’s health will falter too.

Leaf Wings are all born a colorless gray upon hatching, but will quickly green up as they develop an algal microbiome of their own. Dragonets obtain the algae accidently either from algal spores lingering in the air and on surfaces, or from contact with another leaf wing who already has their algae. 

First page: Algae Variants

In the past centuries, several hundred strains and variations of algae have been domesticated and selectively bred using leafspeak for more favorable results like improved disease resistance, durability, and speed of growth. Independence can vary among algae, most are able to survive independently when separated from the scale. But others have become so reliant on the leaf wings, to the point where they’ll quickly wither away if scraped off.

Classification Disclaimer: Due to the lack of access to modern day research tech and a standardized classification system, the leaf wing’s classifications for algae is a bit of a mess. This has resulted in organisms of differing kingdoms like bacteria and archaea to be lumped in with algae.

- Green Algae: The most diverse and versatile of the three. Most tend to prefer temperate climates with high moisture and decent sunlight. It’s ease of care has made it a prevailing choice for the leaf wings living inland. Though its  best you keep it away from salt, might you risk bleaching. 

Painted Algae (Cyanobacteria): It looks like algae, it acts like algae, it’s called algae, but it’s not algae, it’s a bacteria, a completely different kingdom from true algae. Despite this difference, Cyanobacteria is still able to perform photosynthesis and participate in nutrient exchange with its host. The leaf wings have yet to figure out it’s a bacteria due to the limitations of their tech, and have instead falsely classified it under algae. It’s been placed in a smaller category under algae called painted algae, named so due to its paint-like viscosity. 

Pink Algae: A vibrant and pink colored algae adapted to extremely high salt environments. It can be quite a burden to care for however, in due to its ravenous appetite for salt. The algae is still a rather popular choice for scale fashioning and the like, typically as a bright highlighter in service of other colors.  It’s typically associated with the wealthy and royalty who could afford the salt and servants needed to care for such an algae. Botanist believe it to be closely related to red algae

- Greed Algae (Haloarchaea): Looks similar to pink algae, and thrives in salt like pink algae, but it is once again not an algae, but an archae. There is still debate amongst the botanical community on whether or not it should be considered an algae, as it’s incapable of nutrient exchange and is seemingly immune to leafspeak. 

Red Algae: A red and brown colored algae adapted to high salt and turbulent environments. It’s quite a  common sight amongst the coastal dwelling leaf wings, in part due to its resistance to the ocean’s salt. It still remains a popular cosmetic choice for those further inland. 

Heterogeneous Mixing: Different species of algae are able to coexist on the same host, allowing for an array of opportunities in terms of self expression and fashion. Saturation of colors can also be controlled, with thick patches of algae resulting in a higher saturation of colors, and thinner patches revealing the more gray scales below. An example of a leaf wing with a heterogenous mix is Cobra Lily, a leaf wing in book thirteen that was described to have red markings along their green scales!

Red Algae Luminant: It looks near identical to red algae during the day, but when twilight falls and friction is applied, the red algae will glow a vibrant blue! This exotic type of algae glows most brightly when the wearer swims in water, though it may also cast a fainter glow during flight. One must remember that red luminant won’t just glow in any dark environment, as the algae contains a circadian rhythm that tells it to brighten only when night falls. Red luminant is quite popular amongst spear fishers, pearl divers, and abyssal explorers as a simple underwater light source.

There are some other applications of red luminent, primarily in the fields of art and fancy light shows. It would be artificially farmed in enclosed bays or other bodies of saltwater. During a special holiday or event, these patches of algae would be released into the ocean, allowing for the formation of a red tide. When night fell, the waves would swat at the algae and produce its signature marodes blue. Such a tradition usually decked the local ecosystem, and the clean up afterwards was a fairly putrid endeavor, as the red tide would begin to rot and plague the beach with a deathly miasma, and recently departed fish and other strange sea creatures would begin washing up on shore, but it was also cool as hell, and that’s all that matters. 

Algae Care: Red Algae can be kept healthy by just swimming in salt water every once in a while, however Pink Algae requires a far more concentrated salt solution than what the ocean could supply. This is typically remedied by making artificial flasks of thicker saline water, and dampening any patches of pink algae to keep its hunger satiated. A diet high in salt can also help, as algae is capable of absorbing minerals directly from the bloodstream. 

If one wants to remove fresh water algae from their scales, they can try to rub saline water on a chosen place to kill the algae. Removing salt water algae may require specialized chemicals. If a leafwing doesn’t mind the wait however, they can also try to starve out the algae by diminishing salt from their diet and avoiding oceanic waters. 

Page 2: Medical Conditions

Torpor: Characterized by the complete lack or  death of the microbiome. Most commonly caused by long periods of smoke exposure. Can also be caused by falling into a cauldron full of algaecide chemicals, though the latter tends to be rarer. 

Rust: Caused by poor care of the algae micro biome and is a step behind torpor. It can be caused by outside conditions and climates harmful to the algae. Can also be caused by poor physical or mental health of the host. 

Scalding: Caused by over exposure to sunlight or high temperatures. 

Bloom: Occurs when algae begins to overgrow past the scales’ boundaries, and is typically caused by poor hygiene. A scale bloom can be easily treated with regular showers and proper scale preening, or through passive flight, exercise, or scale shed. Saline water and algaecide salves also work to an adequate extent.

Toxic: Variants of scalegae that produce toxic chemicals. They are often identical to non-toxic species, making them incredibly hard to spot and diagnose. If left to fester, toxic algae may cause blood poisoning and a medley of other internal harm. Toxic algae can be accidentally picked up by swimming in unclean water, or through spread from another afflicted leafwing. 

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Miscellaneous Headcanons

Moss can also grow on a leaf wing, though it usually doesn’t benefit the dragon. Most of the time the moss is merely just a harmless nuisance, defacing one's set of scales. However, if the moss colony begins to grow rather large, it can begin to affect the efficiency of the microbiome, and potentially one’s mobility in extreme cases. Another thing to note, a majority of mosses tend to be edible, so it makes for a filling survival snack if a dragon wants to spend the time to scrap it off. 

Lichens can grow on scales too. The stuff does tend to produce acid though and also might try to eat you, grow in caution. 

Most wild red algae have flagella that allow them to navigate the open ocean. Domesticated red algae on the other hand have devolved their flagellums as a side effect of their more static lifestyle. If domesticated red algae were to be released into open water, then they would wiggle a bit, and then probably die.

Some scale algae can be cooked and eaten. It’s a rather inefficient way of getting food, but some leafwing cultures do it as a tradition. Depending on the species of algae, the taste can range from earthy, salty, or leafy. 

A leaf wing with a healthy algal microbiome may smell like fresh cut grass. If the leafwing has red or pink algae, then they might smell like sea salt. Old algae that’s begun to rot will smell like decay and raw fish.

Rainwings are described as gaining energy from the sun. It's easy to just say they have photosynthesis as well, but I say Nay! and propose another explanation, in that rainwings have a weird circadian rhythm! In this theory the Rainwings have two sleep schedules in a day, with around four hours at noon when the sun is highest and four hours at night. This allows them to spend more time during sundown, making them partially nocturnal, which is why they’ve developed night vision. As for why they sleep in the sun, it could be for energy conservation reasons, disease prevention, or to warm themselves up. (These are the reasons why animals like lizards and lemurs sunbathe). Glory probably has dull scales from abiding by the sleep schedules of the other tribes. And also from the stress of having to live with Kestrel.

Leafspeak limits: On whether or not a leafspeak can affect algae, probably? Sundew was seen controlling sea kelp (a type of brown algae from the kingdom Protista) in book fifteen, meaning that leafspeak is able to affect organisms of different kingdoms. Presumably leafspeak works on anything with chloroplast, and so should be able to affect Cyanobacteria and maybe some animals. I suppose it is possible though that leafspeak doesn’t work on unicellular life, such a thing has never been confirmed.

That’s about all I believe, Cheers!

-Tobuzzu 

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Yan circus baby? Just general hcs or whatever you think you should write, idk

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~Yandere!𝓒𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓼 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂 x Reader Headcanons~

OHOOOOHOHOHOOOO THIS'LL BE FUN DARLING 😈

~Enjoy~

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~Oh, she's so obsessed....

~She simply needs to have you....

~You're essential for her sanity....It's not selfish to need you when she absolutely requires you...It would be so cruel of you not to let her keep you, darling!

~Baby doesn't want you to leave her Pizzeria. Sometimes she'll trap you to keep you for the night. But don't be afraid. She's not going to hurt you. She's only going to keep you for a little while....

~Oh, do let her love you, please. She just feels so lonely without you. Baby needs you. It'd be so selfish of you to only think about yourself! Doesn't she matter to you?

~Baby wants you close at all times. Even if you're in another room. She can feel you. She can sense you. You just make everything better...

~And she's not going to let go of the one thing that makes it all feel better.

~Baby doesn't want you to interact with other people. You don't need them. You just need her! Isn't she enough?

~She gets jealous incredibly easily. She doesn't mind if you're talking and playing with the children- she thinks that's adorable! But if you're getting a bit too close with somebody, expect her to ask questions and be suspicious, maybe sulk around for a few days.

~Baby is a very patient yandere. Although she wants you now, she can wait. She can do whatever it takes for you to love her, and hardly gets impatient, and her sweet personality never falters. She can hide her annoyance.

~Will end up isolating you, forcing you to depend on her for anything you need, until she decides you've been good enough to be let go.

~She'll look down at you with adoration, claiming she's done it for your own good. Because she loves you! You just weren't behaving....You weren't paying enough attention to her!

~Baby will give you the most gentle touches and praise you for being so good during your.... quarantine.

~Why must you fight with her? Don't you know she's only keeping you because she loves you?

~Will gaslight and manipulate you into thinking you're in the wrong, but later will tell you you've done nothing wrong...So she can start the whole process over again. So she can keep you coming back.

~Despite her terrifyingly possessive behavior, deep down, she knows this is wrong. She wants to stop, but...she just can't. She can't stop loving you. She can't stop wanting you, needing you, requiring your praise, adoring your voice....Every little detail about you makes her feel as though her system were heating up, and sparking. All because of you.

~Baby can't handle the thought that she's in the wrong, the fact that she's hurting you and scaring you- So she forces herself to believe this is for your own good. Your safety. She's protecting you.

~She's a bit....delusional....imagining scenarios between you and her that never happened, and almost thinking they're real.

~Somehow, she always finds a way back to you. You have no idea how, but...you can't get rid of her. You'll never be able to. No matter where you are, someway, somehow, she'll find you.

~"You are so....perfect...Don't you know that? Will you let me hold you?" Baby would beg you.

~"You have to stay here... You have to stay here...with me. You'll be safe. Don't you love me? Don't you love me like I love you?"

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MORE. YANDERE. BABY. REQUESTS. NOW. I NEED TO GO DEEPER INTO THAT SCARY MINDSET OF HERS. I NEED MORE.

I could say this 1,000 times and would still be screaming about it, but here I go again- BABY!! SHE!! SHE'S SO CUTE!!! 😭

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Touhou Ship Week 2023 - Day 1 (Keiki/Chimata) - Legacy

As the sun set on the outdoor marketplace held on the grounds of the Moriya Shrine, Chimata Tenkyuu, the goddess overseeing the market rested against a pillar by the large lake behind the shrine, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Congratulations on another successful marketplace,” a familiar voice greeted Chimata. She recognized her friend Keiki, whose smiling face did more to wipe away the stress of the day from her than even a quick nap would. Replacing her tired expression with one of warm greeting, she walked forward to greet her fellow goddess.

“Thank you,” Chimata smiled back. The setting sun reflected off of the lake, illuminating her face in a red glow the sculptor god felt added to her beauty.

“I hope your faith continues to go well,” Keiki said. She derived her faith from the human spirits in the Garden of Humanity, who viewed her as a savior from the oppression of the beast spirits. While she wasn’t in danger of vanishing any time soon, it meant she had many duties to her worshipers. On the other hand, Chimata had almost faded from existence due to the decline of physical marketplaces. Only recently had she been able to regain a consistent source of faith by sponsoring physical marketplaces in Gensokyo.

“Yours too.” Chimata seemed to be worried about something, based on how her smile faltered after speaking.

“Is something the matter?”

“What? No… well, it’s kind of embarrassing.” Chimata cast her glance down, away from Keiki, and rubbed her hands together.

“You know I’m here for you,” Keiki reassured her friend. “If it’s something related to your faith then I’ll do what I can to help.”

Chimata breathed in deeply and exhaled before continuing. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m merely prolonging the inevitable. With all of the new technology brought in by the mountain god and the kappa, physical markets may be a thing of the past. If somebody can push a button and have anything they want delivered to their home, why would they ever take the time to travel to a marketplace, look for what they want, and haggle with the seller? Even Gensokyo will change someday, and I’m afraid of being left behind.” Remembering the chilling sensation that filled every fiber of her being when she began to fade due to a lack of faith, Chimata hugged herself and began to shiver.

Keiki moved closer to Chimata and waited for the goddess of the marketplace to look back at her. “Chimata,” she spoke slowly and softly, taking the time to choose her words. “I am but a newborn in the world of gods, so I may not understand the issues of a long-lived god who has seen the change of seasons and the birth and death of religions. However, I am certain there will always be a place for you, for the marketplace. The sense of community in participating, The joy of seeing something you created bring happiness to another. The festival-like atmosphere brought about by the flow of people and goods. As long as humanity exists, they will seek such things out. And where those people go, you will find your place.”

Chimata felt tears form in her eyes. Keiki’s words had swept the chills away, but the fear remained. “Maybe you’re right, but I’m still afraid. Afraid that one day those bustling marketplaces will be nothing but abandoned stalls. And when that happens, I’ll be all alone, forgotten, and left to vanish in obscurity.”

“I can not say that marketplaces will always be around, but I can say this. You will never be alone.” Keiki closed the remaining distance between her and Chimata, and drew her arms around the other goddess, pulling her into a tight embrace. “I will be there with you, no matter what.”

“Keiki…” Chimata almost pulled back in surprise, but then leaned forward into the hug. Keiki was taller than Chimata, with a plump, motherly figure, and her soft embrace quickly swept away the anxiety the marketeer felt. Chimata wrapped her arms around Keiki and began to weep into her bosom. They stood there in silence for a while, Chimata crying softly and Keiki holding her, as the rainbow goddess released her pent-up emotions. Eventually, Chimata pulled her head back and looked up at Keiki. Her face was red from crying, but she wore a smile.

“Sorry about that,” Chimata said with a nervous giggle.

“There is nothing to apologize for,” Keiki replied, leaning down a little to get closer to Chimata’s face. “You look so much more beautiful now that you’re smiling again.”

Chimata felt a blush creep across her face, but had little time to feel embarrassed, because Keiki moved in even further, bringing their lips together in a kiss. The warmth Chimata felt grew tenfold as she tried her best to return the kiss, giving herself to the moment and feeling intoxicated with love for Keiki. They remained kissing for what felt like hours, but when they had finished and Chimata looked towards the sky, the sun had not yet finished setting. She felt like she was soaring, unfettered by her previous worries. After all, she knew she would not be alone, no matter what happened.

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