#I wouldn't have dared show my face at all tbh

[adhd-merlin]

that time the knights were escorting Gwen through the woods, had her kidnapped from under their noses, decided to go back to Camelot anyway and, when Arthur enquired about his wife's whereabouts, went: "yeah, about that..."

#lmao WHAT WERE THEY THINKING #it's like... going back to your mob boss without his beloved wife #after he specially selected you as her bodyguard #I wouldn't have dared show my face at all tbh #where they hoping he wouldn't notice?? #or that he would just go #'that's a shame I liked her :(' #'oh well these things happen please be more careful with the next one' #'merlin do we still have mithian's address?' #merlin #arthur x gwen #bbc merlin

[abbyonmars]

my gf!abby headcannons ♥ wlw

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gf!abby never lets her guard down. except around you. she wholeheartedly believes she could trust you with her life, and she knows you know it.

gf!abby loves to tease you - it could be anything, whether that be through quietly imitating the way you sound when you're slightly irritated, small snickers to herself when you accidentally knock things down/walk into something. (strangely), she does it purely out of her adoration for you.

gf!abby loves to watch movies with you. she un-ironically does that stupid cliche thing where she pretends to yawn so she has an excuse to wrap her arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to her.

gf!abby loves watching as you count the freckles on her face. she'll sit patiently for hours, watching the way your concentrated eyes would dart around her pretty cheeks, her beautiful nose - she doesn't even realise the dumb smile that's been creeping onto her lips in the meanwhile.

it's as if you put the stars into her eyes. gf!abby adores you, and she's always thinking of you; she's been around you long enough to have every little habit of yours memorised perfectly. she inwardly likes to predict every possible response of yours, and if you're not there with her, she likes to imagine what you would say or do if you were.

(un)fortunately, gf!abby is a freeaaak about your health. if she weren't your girlfriend, she'd be like an additional maternal figure - just constant questions about, "have you eaten?", "have you exercised today?", "what about your vitamins?", "are you cold?". - it just keeps coming. sweet, but never-ending.

speaking of health, gf!abby loves when you watch her exercise. she might not say it, but it's kinda obvious - she loves to show off for you. "hey, y/n! - i bench pressed xyz-lbs today. impressive, right?" — she'll play it off like a joke, but she loves when you praise her. to her, your validation is so important.

you changed her for the better. before you and gf!abby got together, she was never at all about being romantic, and she had never felt the need to even picture herself in a relationship. albeit, you mean everything to her. with each breath, you make her the happiest girl in the world, and she wouldn't dare picture her life without you in it.

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first post done!! yay!!! i feel like i got a little carried away and i might have to go outside to touch some dirt but unfortunately the uk is like pitch black by 4pm LOL

i also feel like i was a little dramatic but hey. im down bad tbh

also yes im aware the last one is unrealistic. im just pretending like owen doesn't exist and i also want to feel special ok im writing these for me too dont even

should i write more???? if anyone happens to have any reqs for short stories or anything don't be afraid to write me ;)

bye!!!!!

#abby anderson #wlw #sapphic #tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #fluff #soft #the last of us part 2 #the last of us 2 #tlou abby #abby tlou #abby anderson tlou2 #lesbian #lesbian pride

[imgeekgirlfan]

Deal with the Devil

Pairings:  Raphael x f!Tav/Reader  [From Baldur's Gate 3]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  

Warnings: Spoilers for Act 3 (Baldur's Gate 3), NSFW, Smut, Manipulation, Drunk Sex, Dubious Consent, Unprotected sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Rough Sex, Biting, Ownership, they hate each other but also fuck each other, (Raphael is a Man Whore)

Synopsis : Yes, making a deal with the devil was foolish, but fucking the devil you despise is even more foolish.

AN : This one-short fic is inspired by the quest ‘Deal with the Devil’ involving Raphael in Act 3. Raphael approaches Tav to make a deal at the Sharess' Caress (a situation conducive to writing smut fic Lol)

Yes, I know that Canon Raphael is bad in sex, but I don't care! hope you guys enjoy the full experience of ‘Man Whore’ Raphael in my fic.

also big thank to my lovely friend and smut fic expert (lol) @missmarmaladeth for being the beta reader for this fic. If it weren't for her help in proofreading and providing guidance, this fic wouldn't have been completed (tbh, it's very hard to write a horny fic)

Read in Ao3 : here

Two years. 

That's exactly how long since you left Baldur's Gate, your hometown. 

You reminisce about the past when you decided to escape, as vividly as if it happened yesterday. You had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't set foot in that wretched city again. 

But fate has a whimsical way of playing with your life.

Two years of tumultuous uncertainty, a journey you never thought would happen to your ordinary life. started with surviving the infection of mind-flayers, spreading madness into your brain. You joined forces with other survivors, embarking on an adventure to find a cure. Along the way, you get involved in local troubles, both intentionally and unintentionally. From goblins to witches, demons, and even confronting malevolent gods lurking behind schemes of dominion.

Who would have thought all of this would lead you back to Baldur's Gate once more, with a drastically different role from before.

The hero, the sole hope of the kingdom, defending the city of Baldur's Gate 

Quite amusing indeed. 

You sigh deeply, mocking yourself genuinely. As you follow your gaze along the densely packed houses and shops on both sides of the street, some built with bricks, some with wood, the salty smell of the seaside city mixes with the faint stench of fish stalls and the smoky haze from distant ironworks. The grumbling chatter of the townsfolk invites annoyance but is still pale in comparison to the beggars and street children attempting to pickpocket you at least five times, forcing you to handle it the way the hero of the city should—threatening to chop off their hands if they dared show their faces near you again.

After keeping an eye on the little delinquents skulking away through the alley and ensuring no one would disturb your peace again, you turn your attention back to Baldur's Gate once more, this time with a different sense.

Certainly, overall, the city remains as chaotic as ever. But you find it hard to articulate what you're feeling at the moment. It's like you don't really know and aren't familiar with this place at all, even though Baldur's Gate is your hometown.

You can't pinpoint precisely what is strangely amiss, from the people to the houses and in every square inch of the city. Yet, you sense deep down that there's something unsettling here. It's as if all the malevolence has converged on this city.

Soon, you discover where the root of that malevolence comes from

Sharess' Caress, the most notorious brothel in Baldur's Gate.

You didn't intend to come here to seek sexual pleasure for yourself. But one of the small quests you took on due to financial need is linked to the disappearance of a prostitute, which seems to be connected to the murder case of a prominent priest in the community, as well as the case of explosive-laden donation boxes.  Because The suspicious toymaker also seems to be lingering around this brothel as well

It's suspicious... Why do all the clues from three different cases point directly to this brothel?

But setting aside those minor quests, another interesting thing about Sharess' Caress is the special concoction Drink from the bartender named Hooligan, which has gained fame as the city's signature drink that one mustn't miss. You've never had the chance to taste it before.

Considering the burdensome responsibilities you've shouldered throughout the journey, facing life-threatening situations multiple times, would it be reasonable to reward yourself just a little?

However, bringing companions into the brothel seems somewhat unsettling. So, it might be better to let everyone separate and enjoy some relaxation in the city for a day before regrouping once again. Even though Baldur's Gate may not be the most hospitable place for you, it's still an exciting city for outsiders like Shadowheart, a rural dweller from Moonhaven, or Lae'zel, the warrior from the Githyanki tribe, who comes from Stardock, far away from here. It's not a difficult decision for them to explore the big city rather than drink their heads off in the brothel with you.

The white-painted wooden building may look compact from the outside, but it's much more spacious inside than expected. As it's midday, there aren't as many people in the brothel as you thought. You maintain a composed expression as a woman in a tight-fitting red and green dress with a high slit saunters over to greet you at the counter. Each step she takes reveals smooth white legs intentionally. Her golden, voluminous hair cascades down in waves, and her heavily made-up face resembles a glamorous mannequin, with a full-fledged business-like smile. She introduces herself as 'Mamzell Amira', the owner and madam of this brothel.

“A weary traveller, battered and bruised. You come for sustenance. No —Decadence. A mien cool as ice, yet eyes burning hot. Oh yes, I know your bliss.” She spoke in a melodic tone, akin to singing a song. Her captivating voice effortlessly sent shivers down the spines of those who listened, making them either enraptured or have goosebumps “A sturdy dwarf, a leather whip. She gives - you receive. Or have I misjudged you?”

You almost choked on yourself, having to fake a cough to clear your throat. You were somewhat relieved that your companions didn't come with you, as the current situation was quite awkward.

"I didn't come here for that," you clarified.

Amira raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by the guest who didn't come for sexual purposes like others. She appraised you once more; Everything about you seemed contradictory—the youthful appearance conflicted with the worldly weariness reflected in your expression, and the luxurious silver brooch nestled in your light-colored hair hinted at your high-class status in Baldur's Gate.

Overall, you didn't quite look like an adventurer, more like one of those noble daughters dwelling on a grand estate. However, the silver-accented armor and the sharp-pointed sword hanging at your waist confirmed your profession as an adventurer quite well.

Nevertheless, there was something the madam was particularly confident about—you have money, and she wasn't foolish enough to let a heavy-pocketed customer like you slip away easily.

"Of course, my dear. We've other ways to fill your void. A drink, for one. A pair of Drows for another. or Devils, for those who desire to be scorched, Choose your sin."

"Devils?" That word struck a chord within you, and your unintentional display of curiosity was quickly noticed under Amira's keen observation.

“Oh yes,  We are blessed to have a devil in residence at the moment—a temporary guest, but he asked that I send any potential clients his way.” 

You listened to Amira intently and silently. With a face hard to read from Amira's perspective, However, the woman still seemed excited, thinking she could successfully entice the customer as she had intended. 

“Everyone who's paid a visit looks quite changed by the experience.” Amira continues to convince you, hoping to stimulate your curiosity even more. The madam was right that you were very interested in this devil, but certainly not out of infatuation or admiration.

This was because you had a strong intuition that you might know this mysterious devil very well. 

There was no point in keeping the doubt to yourself. You took a breath before firing the last question that lingered in your mind, "Tell me, did the devil give you its name?"

The corners of the lips, painted with red lipstick, widened into a broader smile than before as she uttered the name of someone—someone whose name you didn't want to hear most at this moment.

"Indeed, he did—Raphael."

Raphael 

Exceedingly handsome. and with a voice that could make the foulest blasphemy seem the sweetest hymn

Amira mentioned him like that without exaggeration, not even a bit. Raphael was the embodiment of mesmerizing allure, drawing mortals to worship him instantly upon meeting his gaze. You became aware of this when you first encountered him at the Emerald Grove. introducing himself to you as one of the Lords of Hell and Ruler of the House of Hope.

With sharp facial features and dark red skin like the evening sky, he was towering and majestic. He was always dressed in expensive attire wherever he appeared. He evoked a sense of unease in you at  first sight, reminiscent of the highborn nobles of Baldur's Gate that you despised deeply.

But beyond the despised feeling, there was also discomfort mixed in. Under the red-brown eyes of the devil, every time he gazed at you, it wasn't just surface-level scrutiny; it felt like he was delving deep into your soul, reflecting every sin you've hidden away.

You and Raphael have never crossed paths before, and there wouldn't have been much chance of meeting either. But because you've become a hero and have built up a myriad of adventures outside the city of Baldur's Gate, that drew Raphael's attention significantly. He appears before you, inviting you to visit his home and offering assistance in overcoming the imminent threats to the kingdom. All he asked for was a small pact from you.

You refuse without hesitation. Only fools would sell their souls to the devil.

However, your rejection triggered the ego of the Devil Lord intensely. From then on, the cat-and-mouse game began. He pursued you everywhere, like a shadow, lurking in the darkness and revealing himself in the light. His red-brown eyes watched your every move, waiting for the opportunity to intervene in your adventurous journey. Sometimes he helped you, while other times he intentionally made your life much more difficult. Your existence became excellent entertainment for Raphael, and he was determined not to let you easily escape from him.

You remember well when the devil stood before you, asserting that you had no way to refuse him. No courageous human would dare to reject him, and one day, you would have to crawl back to him in hell, knocking on the door of the House of Hope to beg for his help.

What an absorbed devil he was!

'Little Mouse' Raphael always called you that, with a tone of endearment like a generous person coaxing a child. But this devil was far from being akin to the term 'generosity. He always saw himself as the cat teasing a mouse like you, making you run around and struggle until exhausted before finally smacking you down under his paw, leaving you only to plead for mercy. That was his true desire.

There's no need to guess. Raphael is here because he wants to disturb your emotions, as usual. This thought made you so annoyed that you wanted to walk out and find another bar to drink at. However, escaping felt like accepting losing, and you hated defeat as much as Raphael did. So, you resolved to ignore the devil all day, as long as you didn't come face-to-face with him. There is no reason to lose your temper, right?

You lean back on the wooden chair in front of the bar counter, waiting  for a drink from Hooligan, who is busy concocting drinks for other customers. The contemporary music playing softly through the red curtains on the opposite side helps set the lively and relaxed atmosphere. You let yourself unwind a bit, until a customer sitting nearby turns and greets you in a friendly manner.

"Oh! It's Raphael's favorite misadventurer, aren't you?"

Although you intended not to pay attention to Raphael entirely, you reluctantly acknowledge that his name always manages to catch your interest. Glancing at the person beside you distrustfully, you notice she is a Halfling woman. She holds a large glass of beer in her hand and offers a friendly smile that seems more genuine than hostile. Despite the dark eyes that seem to harbor a hint of mischief, you observe her staff and expensive robes, making a guess that she might be either a witch or a warlock. Yet you're more convinced she's a warlock since she seems to know Raphael well.

"You've put me out of pocket, you know. Raphael bet me five soul coins you'd reach the city in one piece," the petite woman continued, unfazed by your silence and indifferent to your skeptical gaze that turned back to her. "He rented a room upstairs, in the hope that you'd drop by."

"First things first, who are you exactly?"

Finally, you asked what you had been wondering. You had only just met her here today. It was strange that she conversed with you as if you were old acquaintances. This made you even more suspicious because you knew she was connected with Raphael, and Raphael's people were never trustworthy to you. You thought so while touching the sword strapped to your side, ready to fight if necessary.

"Ah, I forgot we've never met. I've had my eyes and ears on you so long, we feel like old friends."

She glanced at your hand gripping the sword hilt and sighed slowly, almost mockingly, before extending her hand towards you.

"Korilla is my name. I'm Raphael's....assistant, shall we say."

You cursed Raphael inwardly. This was the reason he often appeared to you at inconvenient times. He had eyes and ears around you all along, sending people like Korilla to follow you everywhere.

Once, you wondered and even asked him directly if he was intentionally following you. But the devil just laughed and accused you of flattering yourself.

Raphael was quite a tricky devil, able to deceive you like this.

"Sorry, but I don't think I have any business with your master," you replied firmly, refusing even to shake hands with Korilla as a gesture of courtesy.

Korilla didn't take offense at your discourteous actions. Instead, she seemed to empathize with you a little, judging from your whacked expression. She knew you had been through a lot before getting in here. Watching you under Raphael's orders for a long time made her know everything about you, almost as much as she knew about her own master.

Raphael liked you a lot. Korilla knew that well, even though he never said it. and she herself liked you just as much.

"Take your time—have a drink, sample the good. Go see him when you're feeling refreshed."

The halfling warlock spoke before getting up from her seat and walking away. With just a blink of an eye, she disappeared as if she had never been here before, leaving only a faint scent of sulfuric acid, a trademark of the devils swirling beneath your nose, along with bits of hellish ashes scattered on the floor.

You are wondering why she was so confident that you would encounter Raphael.

Overthinking was futile. You brushed away the doubts from your mind and returned to the bar once again. Hooligan sent a business smile similar to Amira's as she placed the polished aluminum glass on the clean wooden table. She was a tall, masculine woman with short hair. You noticed the rough, scared hands, which definitely didn’t come from just poring drinks but from many tales of the battles. You know she’s just like you, or perhaps used to be like you.

"Miss, may I recommend a new drink for you?" Hooligan said as she reached for the ale pitcher nearby and poured it into the glass set in front of you until the thick foam almost spilled over. "My new drink is sure to knock you off your feet."

The rich, dark brown beer exuded a sweet aroma, tantalizing your taste buds. You raised your head to look at Hooligan, considering her offer thoughtfully "Sounds intriguing. How exactly does it knock one off my feet?"

"Oh, I couldn't tell you that! It's not that it's a secret, but I don't even know exactly how it'll turn out. Exciting, isn't it?" Hooligan winked, looking at you scrutinizingly "It might make you stronger, more alert, improve your palate, or knock you out completely. You won't know until its first drop hits your tongue."

You know both of your downsides very well: one - you don't like being challenged, and two - you're not hesitant to try new things, even if they might not sit well with your stomach (like eating glowing mushrooms from the Underdark that gave you a three-day bout of diarrhea).

You didn't take long to think before raising the glass to your lips and saying, 'I'll give it a try.'

'Oh, and don't blame me if there are side effects, like fingers turning into tentacles or your tongue becoming a piece of wood,' the bartender warned you at the end, but it was too late. You had already swallowed the liquid smoothly down your throat.

And you had no idea whatsoever about the side effects... much worse than what Hooligan had cautioned you about.

Everything was just too much. Too much.

You're not sure if this is drunkenness or not. But within seconds, the heat starts rising, scorching from the tip of your tongue down to your gut. Your face flushes with a deep red, and dizziness clouds your mind as if you've downed five glasses instead of just one.

Suddenly, every nerve feels strangely awakened, and emotions are overwhelming and difficult to control. Your senses expand to encompass everything within Sharess' Caress, whether it's taste, smell, sound, or even the pulsating veins beneath your skin.

And right then, you feel the sharp gaze piercing directly toward you, from somewhere neither near nor far.

You lift your gaze to the second floor of the brothel, peering through the oakwood ceiling. While the eyes of ordinary humans like yours couldn't penetrate beyond, you sense there's someone up there, someone with enough ability to observe you from a distance stealthily.

Raphael

For a moment, you recall Korilla's words from earlier

"Take your time—have a drink, sample the good. Go see him when you're feeling refreshed."

Perhaps it's the effect of the drink that makes you feel so invigorated, almost recklessly bold, mixed with a touch of annoyance since you learned you've been watched by the Devil himself from the start.

Suddenly, you feel the urge to tease Raphael.  It's not that you've never teased Raphael before, but this time, the alcohol coursing through your veins seems to be a significant factor in stimulating your mind.

Just the thought of seeing Raphael frustrated lifts your mood instantly.

Without hesitation, you rise to your feet, flexing your muscles slightly before relaxing them.  You do not forget to leave two gold coins for Hooligan as payment for the ale. Then you stride confidently towards the staircase, adorned with red carpeting. Prepare yourself for the confrontation that is bound to happen very soon.

Devil’s Dan

You read the name of the room with a small chuckle. You had thought it would take longer to find Raphael's room, but the letters inscribed on the prominent wooden sign next to the door immediately caught your eye. It was as if the Devil himself was shouting at you, saying, ‘I'm here!’

Korilla wasn't lying when she said her master was eagerly waiting to meet you. Raphael did everything to reveal to you that he was here.

You pushed open the large wooden door and stepped inside. The scent of incense and faint sulphur greeted your nose.

"Well, well, Little Mouse finally emerges from its hole. I thought you wouldn't dare to face me."

Raphael's soft voice echoed before you could see him.  You turned towards the sound and met the gaze of the familiar and handsome dark-skinned man in a sleek, red-lined noble's attire. From head to toe, he exuded refinement. He sat in a luxurious chair at the center of the room, with papers, ink bottles, wine glasses, and an unfinished chessboard on the table before him. His arms rested on the armrests, fingers interlaced in front of him. His gestures were graceful and confident, yet subtly commanding.

However, you couldn't deny that Raphael in human form was remarkably beautiful. He seemed more like an Aasimar than a Cambion.

Yet, a devil is a devil through, no matter what. His beautiful appearance is crafted to lure human souls, including yours.

However, you remained the only person who didn't fall into Raphael's tempting trap.

For Raphael, you were fundamentally different from the many mortals of Faerûn. Whether in centuries or millennia, you remained steadfast and never bowed your head to anyone, not even to a god or devil like him. You were stubborn yet willing to compromise, threaten, and negotiate when necessary, choosing to handle everything through diplomacy rather than force. And you did it all with remarkable finesse.

He still remembered the time when Astarion, the white-haired High Elf vampire who was your team companion, came to plead with him to help read the symbols carved on his back by his old master's hand. But because devils never helped anyone for free, Raphael offered to kill Yurgir, one of the Orthons who had escaped from him, as an exchange.  You were reluctant to agree with him, but you accepted to help your friend without realizing it was a suicide mission.

Yurgir was a fiend adept at slaughtering, one of the formidable of hell. Many brave souls had agreed to deal with Raphael to kill this fiend, exchanging fame, gold, and impossible desires—but none had ever succeeded.

Until you. You were the only one who succeeded effortlessly, using only your persuasive skills and wit to deceive the foolish Fiend into killing himself and staying in hell under his power once again. Fulfilling the pact beautifully and seamlessly.

That was just one of his impressions from many stories of yours that Raphael closely monitored, initially hoping to see your failures. Instead, you always left him fascinated with every feat you accomplished. Eventually, your name—a mere human—had been deeply engraved in his mind.

It's been a long time since Raphael has enjoyed anyone's company as much as yours. And it's difficult for him to let a little mouse like you slip away from his claws.

Surprise flashed on the devil lord's face as you walked in to see him so casually, without provocation or fleeing as usual. You sank into the chair opposite, crossed your arms, and looked at him with a strange smile before bursting into laughter, which only fueled Raphael's curiosity even more.

"What's so funny?" he asked impatiently when you still didn't speak.

"Nothing really," you shrugged, still chuckling, "I just didn't expect you to do something like this."

You stopped speaking intentionally, leaving the devil more curious than before. You always knew how to tease and surprise Raphael, making it a small, subtle entertainment between you and him.

"Amira said this place has new upper-level prostitutes, a handsome devil," you added mischievously.

You lowered your eyes in a gleefully mood when you saw Raphael's expression change immediately as you spoke. 

You didn't make up the story yourself; Amira told you so. It seemed the madam misunderstood severely, thinking that trading human souls was equivalent to trading sexual services. Also, Raphael hadn't revealed his true status to her because he didn't pay attention to lowly humans. So, in Amira's eyes, this devil was just one of the temporary prostitutes here for some sinful indulgence.

The grandiose ruler of the Nine Hells had turned into nothing more than a whore in Baldur's Gate. Isn't that funny?

"Amira said you have so many guests. I'm curious how much those people have to pay to fuck a grand devil like you." 

You paused abruptly. The seemingly comfortable afternoon air suddenly turned heavy, suffocating, and oppressive—as if you were just a tiny ant ready to be crushed underfoot at any moment. You trembled, feeling both cold and feverish, sweating profusely all over your skin. It felt like the scorching flames of hell were passing through your body rapidly.

You swallowed hard, struggled, and started to regret what you just said. It seemed like you might have gone too far because Raphael, who always enjoyed teasing you, chose to remain silent—ominously quiet.

You thought he was angry. Surely, he must be angry. Yet why did the one who should be angry crack such a strange and untrustworthy smile like that?

The hairs on your neck stood as the devil leaned closer. In the blink of an eye, the human form transformed into a full-fledged devil. Dark red skin returned to its fiery origin. Wide, menacing wings spread a threat. The devil's smile remained. He grasped your chin with sharp, clawed fingers, pressing hard enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood.

The yellow, fiery eyes gleamed vividly, refusing to look away. Flames flickered within those dual orbs, said to resemble venomous snakes, representatives of sin and vice. But Raphael was more than that. You thought he could drag you to hell with just a glance.

"Of course, my worth is quite high," he said, his voice both silky and dangerous. "But since you, little mouse, dare to ask,. I'll offer you a special discount just for you."

Before you could retort, every word was swallowed by the devil's lips, engulfed by the Lord of Hell's mouth as if claimed dominantly. Your breath is taken away and replaced by a strange new taste, burning like flames ignited by a matchstick.  arousing sensations of arousal from head to toe.

Your eyes widen, and your breathing quickens in sync with your heartbeat. You know this isn't right. Raphael is the devil, the person you should flee from the most. But your body responds in contradiction. The effects of the alcohol persist, and you're too weak to resist, even though you can't admit to yourself that you're content with this kiss.

The moment lingers, almost eternal, as the devil hopes to extinguish mortal life with the touch of his lips.

Finally, Raphael withdraws his lips, allowing you to catch your breath once more. His long nails still grasp your chin, studying the woman before him; your flushed face is now even more red and radiant than before.

"Little mouse, so impolite and uncouth. How fortunate you are to still be my favorite. If it were someone else, they wouldn't have a tongue or mouth to speak so freely like this again." Raphael smirked, trailing light kisses along the edge of your lips to your earlobe. Normally, he couldn't read your mind at all, but this time, it's as easy as reading the morning newspaper—Everything you think or feel at this moment.

Certainly, beer plays a part, but other components are just as important.

From the missing prostitutes to the mysterious priest murder and the toy bomb case, the evil deeds of humans are all connected to the devil, more or less.

And everything leads you here, falling into his hands.

You are overly confident. You always think you're the one in control of the game. But that's your mistake. No matter how hard you struggle, you're just a little mouse, dancing and following his plan. And he always enjoys the game of chasing mice with you.

"Why are you so quiet, little mouse? has the cat got your tongue?" Raphael teased you. when you, who have been skilled in provocation, keep silent. He found it somewhat amusing to see you trying to maintain self-control, as well as the little remaining dignity in you, even if it failed utterly.

Your breath stuck, and Raphael's touch felt like a paralyzing ray spell. You wanted to argue, to refute, to draw your sword against him, but you knew you couldn't. Every cause and effect had stopped working in your mind when you fell under the gaze of those yellow eyes, and his nails still lingered on your face.

You've been in dangerous situations many times before, and you know that what's happening right now is no less dangerous than escaping from the goblin camp or facing the God of Death. But what sets it apart from everything else is that you don't feel scared or angry, but rather, you feel the excitement coursing through every corner of your body as his hands explore, pushing beyond the boundaries that you and he usually tease each other with. It awakens something that you've tried to suppress all along.

For whatever reason, both he and you know well enough that he wants you just as much as you want him, especially at this moment—right now.

Playing with Raphael is like playing with fire. You know it deep in your heart. When he pulls you close with his tail, the curve of his lips forms a wicked smile. and those intense eyes of his gleaming with desire, resembling the fiery hell that attracts the lost souls towards him like moths.

With just a flick of his finger, Raphael can easily manage to unravel your armor. He's done it before with Astarian, mocking and revealing the marks from hell on the vampire's back.

But it's too easy for him, and the Devil Lord doesn't fancy anything that comes too easily. You know him as well as he knows you.

Each of Raphael's hands undoes some part of the armor, graceful and flexible, like the way he handles his luxurious cloak. The sound of metal hitting the wooden floor momentarily brings back the remaining shreds of sanity. Part of you wants to test Raphael like you tested Halsin—the archdruid from Emerald Grove who charm you. You just want to see how far it will go and where it will stop.

But it turns out that you are testing your own patience.

You bite your lip unknowingly as Raphael's finger moves up to your bare thigh. You want to reject him, to feel disgusted at the touch, but every part of you is calling out to him. You realize that being with him every second makes you feel like you're floating in the middle of a dark, endless ocean with no way forward and no idea where to stop. In the end, you'll probably succumb to drowning, for sure.

"I think I should ask Amira for a refund," you say, hating how hollow your voice sounds. "You're more drab than the drow twins downstairs." You didn't intend to utter the final sentence, knowing that you're at a disadvantage now to challenge him. But it's hard to resist, given the old habit between you and him of always looking for ways to annoy each other.

"Is that so?" Raphael chuckled softly, always admiring your boldness in every situation, even now. "No refunds unless you've already experienced the service."

You were about to retort, but the chance to argue was abruptly shut down when the devil's finger slid inside of you, teasing your clit so skillfully that you had to raise your hand to cover your mouth. Yet, you couldn't quite muffle the soft, moaning sound. Raphael responded to your expression with another laugh, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your smooth neck. His two fingers did a good job of continuously stoking your emotions.

The changes in your facial expressions and the huskiness in your voice as his finger part your fold and glide against your slick.  provided more entertainment for Raphael than any other time you and he faced off.

The heat enveloped your entire body. You could barely feel anything except the sinful delight and the hot breath beside your ear. Raphael's lips traced along your flushed skin, leaving marks everywhere. You couldn't stop the soft moans escaping through your parted lips anymore. Your mind is driven by escalating desires.

"Judging by the moans, I'd consider it a compliment," Raphael teased, seizing the opportunity to mock you. His hand pressed against your back, drawing your body closer to his. He enjoyed watching your contorted face with delight while his fingertips brushed against wet lips between your legs

He knows you're on the edge. and the devil never misses the opportunity to tease his favorite little mouse. Raphael abruptly stopped all actions, flashing a smirk at your frustrated expression and the lingering arousal he had induced.

"Raphael!"

You hissed at him, while Raphael remained feignedly indifferent. His claws dragged slowly over every curve of your body, leaving marks all over your skin, intentionally marking his ownership. It incited your desires slowly and ruthlessly. You knew he wanted to provoke you, but your mind was too empty to retort or even to curse back.

"I want to hear you beg me."

Raphael held your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. Both authoritative and arrogant, you've always detested the way his voice held power, but now it sent tremors through your body. Emotions surged, nearly overwhelming you. You closed your eyes briefly, feeling embarrassed, wanting to disappear and be unnoticed.

Your voice is trembling desperately with every word that falls from your lips. "I need more," You whimpered. "Please, Raphael."

In the blink of an eye, before you could even react, you realized your role had been flipped beneath Raphael's frame. On the soft silk-covered bed, his arms became bars that caged you tightly. His rough lips aggressively bruise your lips with a taste of intense heat and the sting of expensive wine, intoxicating you more than Hooligan's ale.

"I have a new proposal for you," Raphael whispered, his lips linger at your ears. "I'll make you remember today forever. I will fuck you in a way no one in Faerûn has ever made you feel."

The hot breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "And in exchange for the extraordinary experience I'll give you after this, you'll belong to me and me alone."

‘It's unfair’. You gritted your teeth, suppressing the urge with boiling emotions. "You're so evil," you cussed, certain that he intended to torment you cruelly. with such an inequitable proposition, while you were closer to the edge

He wouldn't explicitly force you, but he wouldn't give you the chance to reject it either. Just like a true devil who seeks maximum benefit for himself in every situation.

"Of course, I am very evil." Raphael smiled, gladly accepting your compliment. "You should understand this is a privilege for you. Just know how honored you are that I lower myself to fuck you."

Raphael never let go of his haughtiness, even when it came to sex. Both Incubus and succubus knew well that Raphael never played the role of giving to anyone; he's only indulging in the pleasures offered by others. It wasn't his duty to bestow sexual pleasure on those inferior to him.

But with you, it was entirely different. From every devil he had ever shared a bed with, the moment you pleaded with him with a soft, desperate voice, and with tears of pure joy pooling in those beautiful eyes, Raphael immediately realized that this was the moment he had been waiting for.

He enjoyed excessively the fact that he could make you cry out and beg him desperately. It pleased him immensely to show you how much he could make you submit to him.

Greed is one of the sins and the essence of every devil. Spending time with you has awakened Raphael's greed without you even realizing it. He knows well that he wants more than this and even more. He won't stop until you - both body and soul - become his completely.

"Make it worth my while, and I'll consider the offer again." 

Your response widened the devil's smile. His intimidating golden eyes gleamed with a terrifying allure. "Challenge accepted."

There was no warning, as the mere chance to tease you was what Raphael enjoyed the most. He grabs your hips, pulls you close, and inserts his swollen tip into your entrance in one swift motion. The devil chuckled softly at your stunned expression, followed by a faint curse, until there was just a moan as he began moving slowly and heavily.

The rough touch of the devil's skin clashed with the softness of your thighs, repeatedly and rhythmically. Every movement accentuated the spot of ecstasy that made you groan louder. It filled you with an unexpected pleasure that you never imagined feeling. Raphael didn't exaggerate when he said he would fuck you in a way that no one in Faerûn could. He knew exactly what to do to make you feel so good that there was no way to forget this day. And it seemed like he was enjoying himself as well. Raphael breathed heavily, lingering at your hips, his girth slowly stretched your slick silky wall, embracing his length perfectly, as if it were made for him—for him alone.

"My little mouse... do you still want to say that I'm more boring than these prostitutes here?" Raphael didn't hesitate to mock you, alluding to your previous insults.  making you want to claw at his smug face or slap his arrogant mouth, but all you could do was tightly grip the bedsheet to vent the tingling that he relentlessly injected into you. Your helpless state seemed to please him so much. When you felt his cock inside you trembling and expanding slightly more, causing your legs to tremble when he slammed deeper into you

Seeing you overwhelmed by the taste of pleasure he gave you, Raphael felt even more delighted. His lips moved down to your neck, kissing and biting the skin aggressively, causing you to flinch with pain. But it also ignited your arousal. Excitement flowed through your core as Raphael continued to nibble on your neck. with each thrust into the tight, warm of your walls.

That's not enough for him. His fingers run up your legs, climbing up until they reach your chest. He squeezes the soft, pliant breast with full force. leaving bruises that you're sure will be evident the next morning. Yet, you don't protest. Deep down, you enjoy what he does, especially when Raphael's fingers tease your tits, increasing your arousal almost to madness. As his thick hips press against you, driving you nearly breathless with the overwhelming pleasure.

"Do you like it? Little mouse," Raphael asks, though he knows full well you're not in a state to converse anymore at this point.

Your arms cling tightly to his broad shoulders, gasping with the overwhelming feeling flooding your senses.  His forceful push makes your head spin, almost causing you to lose consciousness at every moment. Raphael's thrust becomes more intense, as if he knows you're about to reach climax, tempting you to scream again. However, Raphael's lips cut in before you could, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tasting you with a messy, tantalizing kiss and a feeling of odd intimacy.

With the final thrust, the whole world in your sight changes. Your vision blurs, lost in the mist of pleasure. You feel like you're being consumed by Raphael's touch, which expands to encompass every inch of you, inside and out.

Your nails dig into his broad shoulders. Your body trembles uncontrollably. A growl escapes Raphael's throat as he buries himself deep inside you, releasing white hot seeds of ecstasy, fulfilling and scorching your stomach, melting you until you can hardly resist, and succumbing under the complete embrace of the devil's sin.

Raphael doesn't miss watching you during this time. As your flushed face twists with lust, your rapid, ragged breaths cling to the lingering joy. Sweat covers your skin, making you shimmer and impressive. also seem so fragile and vulnerable. So fragile that he's sure he could crush you with just one finger.

But he won't do that.

Raphael muses to himself before easing himself beside you, pulling you into his arm. He finds some satisfaction in the fact that he can make you speechless for a moment. But he secretly misses the sound of your annoying voice as well

"It's time for our pact, isn't it?" 

Your brow furrows slightly as you look at the devil beside you, who has reverted to his human form. This is when your consciousness begins to settle in again, along with your resentment towards Raphael. You can't help but berate yourself. You've always thought making a deal with the devil was foolish, but fucking the devil you despise is even more foolish. 

And what's worse is that you don't even feel a bit of regret for what's happening.

"If being yours means I have to serve you and go out to kill someone for you, then I won't do it."

Raphael is almost laughing at your response. Despite being unarmed and vulnerable, you haven't lost your confidence, not even a little. That's why he finds you more impressive than any mortal. Because you always manage to make him intrigued.

"This isn't about your mission or mine," Raphael said, tracing his thumb along your lower lip before pressing a slow and lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. "I just want to make sure we have these special moments like this more often, that's all."

One thing you learned about devils after encountering Raphael is that they always speak the truth, but never all of it. 

You lock eyes with Raphael in his full human guise. Though there's a hint of playfulness in some of his words, you can discern the seriousness and darkness lurking beneath the veiled sentences. Though you are not entirely sure what he wants from you, you sense that he anticipates your answers more than usual.

You don't have much choice because the heroes never go back on their words. And even though you're reluctant to admit it, deep down, you too desire moments like these again.

You nod unwillingly. Your reluctant expression makes Raphael smile broadly. Your small defeats bring him greater satisfaction. Although he knows you're too stubborn and too tough to easily succumb to him, and he knows even that you'll find a way to get back at him painfully later, for sure.

But that's why he's always been infatuated with you. Your conflict with him is part of the game you've been playing all along. It's the only amusement he'll never find from anyone, except in you.

And so begins the game of cat and mouse anew between him and you. A game with no losers or winners. But this time, Raphael is confident that it will be his. whether the game or you.

Because a pact is a pact, and he'll make sure you become his most prized possession, locked within the house of hopes, you will be his trophy that no one in Faerûn can admire except him.

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael x tav #raphael x tav fanfiction #tav #baldurs gate tav #raphael x reader #raphael smut #bg3 smut #raphael fanfic

[sebastianwallows]

Mischief

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Summary - Request for “ahahaa the animagus thing has given me ideas for a good write up, Natsai shows Sebastian a certain type of polyjuice for making fun of her Animagus form and challenges him to be one for the day to see what he'd become, but he stuck like it until it wears off so with how you said he'd be Seb could just be making the most of it, but he messes with MC and eventually she finds out or something before or until he poofs back"

Word Count - 1,459

Warnings - none

A/N - I hope this is okay, it felt very hard to write about being an animal tbh

Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was just barely holding his guts in after drinking a vile potion he and Natsai brewed up. He was a little bit scared about what would happen, but if anything went wrong she would at least be aware of the situation to help him.

He felt an intense pain go through him and he clutched at his head. He tried to focus on breathing, Natsai had said it would probably hurt, but he immensely regretted accepting her dare now. As he opened his eyes he definitely noticed his line of sight was no longer the windows in the room. He seemed to be eye level with the legs of the desk in the abdandoned classroom.

Merlin, he thought. He felt weird. He started to realize he was much smaller and on four legs. He attempted to get a look at himself and just some cream colored fur. When he tried to use his vocal cords he scared himself when a gentle bark came out.

He was completely unsure of what to do with himself now. Truthfully he hadn't talked through details with Natsai at all. He took the potion she created for him, assuming it wouldn't last longer than a day, but now he didn't know what to do with it.

He made his way out of the room, taking in the sensation of the paws he now had on the stone floor. She had waited for him outside the room to keep watch and make sure he didn't get trapped in there with no way out.

"Oh my god, you really drank it."

Sebastian looked at her helplessly, unable to convey any of the emotions he felt when she said that.

She crouched down and pet him on the head which he couldn't deny felt nice.

"Off you go little pup. I'll be seeing you later."

He barked at her when she walked away and she couldn't contain her laughter, but just kept walking, leaving him to his own devices. He really had no idea what to do now especially in this huge castle at a view he'd never seen it before.

He decided to walk around and explore, deciding that maybe there were some places he could get into that he hadn't previously.

You were having a rather hectic day and were definitely ready to get back to the common room and relax. You weren't expecting to round the corner to somebody's dog eating a stolen treacle tart. Dogs just weren't a pet anyone had at school, they weren't self-sufficient enough and what you were witnessing was a prime example.

"What..."

You approached the animal carefully just for it to grab it's treat and jump back in surprise, looking up at you. The dog was medium-sized, but quite fluffy. It looked so scared that you felt bad for it.

You put your hands under its belly and scooped it up. It was awkward to carry, but you didn't want to leave it there. You kept going on your way to the common room, not carefully avoiding other students and strategically placing your robes over the dog.

Once you made it in you sighed in relief as you put the dog on the floor.

"What in the world am I going to do with you?" You decided you would ask around about it, but for now it seemed content to finish scarfing down it's tart.

It took a seat on the floor, staring up at you and you reluctantly patted the sofa beside yourself. You really weren't a dog person and this wasn't exactly how you saw your day going. When the dog jumped up and nuzzled at your hand you couldn't resist pulling it against you to cuddle.

It wasn't as abhorrent as some other dogs you had been around. You adjusted yourself to press your face against the fluff and were really confused. It almost smelled like Sebastian. You didn't want to admit that you enjoyed being around him enough that you were used to his scent and actually felt comforted by it, but it was the truth.

You sighed and closed your eyes, doing your best to let go of the ink you spilled all over your homework or the cloak you ruined. You just sank into the animals fur and drifted into a peaceful nap in the common room.

Sebastian was on cloud nine. He didn't mind being a dog very much especially if he was going to be your dog. The sensations were nothing like if he were a human right now, but your hands, hair, and face on him were warm and perfect. It wasn't long before he relaxed with you and fell into a sleep himself. It seemed like a decent enough way to spend the time that he had no clue what to do with.

Sebastian woke up completely disoriented upon remembering he was currently a dog. And now he was being carried in your arms, up the stairs of the common room. He had no idea how long you were both out on the couch, but he did begin to feel strange as you were clearly taking him to your room.

It seemed to be early enough in the day that nobody else was present. You gave him a scratch on the belly before placing him on the ground. You opened up your night stand to pull out some snack crackers you had to give to him while you tried to figure out what to do in the meantime.

He ate them greedily suddenly realizing how hungry he was. He must have been this way for hours now, was it really going to last 24 hours? What if you tried to feed him real dog food? He whined at the thought and it made you look down at him.

"I'm sorry buddy, that's what I have for now. I'll figure something else out and take you back to where you belong."

You yawned and stretched, hanging your cloak on one of your bed posts. As he finished his small meal he gazed up at you and all sorts of thoughts rushed through his head. You were in your thin camisole, somehow having shed the layers of your vest and blouse in record time.

He barked at you, not knowing what else to do to try and get your attention. He was torn between wanting you to stop, but also wanting to continue watching you. It wasn't like he could tell you what he wanted either way.

You picked him up once more, smiling at him and holding him in front of you. He felt as if he would fall and braced his paws on your chest, the squishy flesh of your chest just underneath of him now.

"Don't worry, if I can't figure out where you go I'll take you under my wing for a little bit and we can have some more naps."

You had no time to process what was going on as you blinked and suddenly were not holding a dog anymore. All of a sudden Sebastian was in front of you red faced and with his hands right on your chest. Your eyes went wide and you felt mortified.

"Sebastian?!" You shoved him back and covered your face in embarrassment. You tried to find words to say, but you had way too many questions and you were tempted to kick him right in the trousers.

"Uhm...er....I can explain?" His voice cracked at the end of his statement and you just took a seat at the edge of your bed.

"Yes, please. Why are you standing there in place of the dog I just had?"

He tried to focus, but his eyes wandered down to your chest and you groaned, crossing your arms harshly.

He cleared his throat, "Right. Natty and I got into it about being an Animagus. And she said I wouldn't last a whole day as one and I—"

You put your hand out and shook your head, "I've heard enough. What am I supposed to do with you in here? You are not supposed to even be up here."

He eyed you cautiously before wiggling his eyebrows towards you and lowering his voice, "Well I can think of a few —"

"Nope! No." You were already humiliated and you couldn't take anymore.

"Do you have your wand?"

He felt around in a sudden panic before pulling it from a pocket in his robe and held it up to you triumphantly.

You stood up and pushed on his shoulder.

"Then get out!"

"No, but wait, I—"

You continued to push him until he was out of the door and you slammed it in his face despite his protests.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #sebsatian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc

[wonuwrites]

We Can't Be Friends Song Reaction

Inspired by Ariana Grande's song: "We Can't Be Friends (Wait For Your Love)

hyung line version. Maknae Line Version

Warning: This is angsty and sad af, slight cursing, mentions alcohol, Minghao's has an Ice Spice lyric reference, hate comments, Mingyu's is a bit suggestive so respectfully: Minors fuck off and don't interact LMFAO. tbh this is more angsty and emotional than the hyung line and I'm only partially sorry.

A/N: using a song lyric as a prompt for each of the members. Decided to break this up from Hyung Line (Seungcheol - Jihoon) to Maknae Line (Seokmin - Chan). I already did 95/96 Line now it's time for the youngins. Like the hyung version, The parts are written in order from where the song lyrics show up. I tried to do different lyrics from the hyung line xo I hope you enjoy.

✫ Seungkwan: "I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide. But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire."

Neither of you ever wanted to admit how much of a dumpster fire Seungkwan and your relationship was becoming. However, it was. Day by day, it was becoming more and more clear your once perfect relationship was close to ending. You knew that Seungkwan wanted to make it work out and he truly thought it was just a bump in the road. However, you just knew it was time to end. Seungkwan and you were sat in his car in front of your house while the rain was pouring down and you just felt sick. You had called and told him that you wanted to talk but the words just wouldn't come out. You didn't want to hurt him but you also did not want to tiptoe and hide your true feelings anymore. With one look after an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, Seungkwan knew what was going on started to get teary eyed which made you teary eyed as well. "Kwannie, I'm so sorry but you know it's for the best. We had a good run." You managed to get out. Seungkwan did a shakey sigh before looking out the windsheild. "It was a great run, (Y/N), thank you for all the precious memories. I will always love you." "I will always love you too, thank you as well." After that, you braced yourself for the storm and for this next chapter of your new life. You opened the door and got out before running to your front door. You turned around as Seungkwan drove off and that was when you finally let go and finally broke down. You were so scared to enter this next chapter but you knew it was what you were supposed to do.

✫ Dino: "Wait until you like me again. Wait for your love."

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces as Chan stood in front of you with a defeated look on his face. He could have said anything, but telling you that he's realized he's starting to fall out of love with you was probably the most devastating thing he could have told you. "When? What? Why?" was all you could say while trying your best to stay strong. You thought you both were golden. "I don't know, all I know is I want to keep loving you but it's just hard to." "I'm hard to love?!" "I didn't mean it like that, (Y/N)." "Then how did you mean it Chan?" Your voice finally cracked and then you looked away so he could not see you cry which absolutely broke his heart. "I- I don't know but--" you then just sighed then walked past him toward the door and opened the door for him. "Well until you know, here's the door. I rather not waste my time with someone who only pretends to love me." He started to walk toward you to give you a hug but you put your hand out so he wouldn't be able to touch you. "Don't you dare complicate this. Just come back when you know what you want. I will wait for you to try to like me again but I don't want to be there while you figure it out."

✫ Minghao: "Know that you made me, I don't like how you paint me, yet I'm still here hanging."

"(Y/N) only dated Minghao for 15 seconds of fame." "(Y/N) thinks they are the shit for dating Minghao. They're barely a fart." "Minghao could've done WAY better. There is more attractive people and he chose (Y/N)? God I'm so happy he finally got a brain and dumped her gold digging ass." Normally hate comments made you laugh. When Minghao and you were together and saw hate comments you both would giggle at how much time they were wasting while you were both just living your life and being in love. However, now that Minghao and you are no longer together the hate comments hurt. What hurt is that after the breakup, Minghao and his company did nothing to stop the comments. You both had a pretty clean and fair breakup so the fact that they just let the comments attack you felt unfair. Your company tried everything in their power to stop the comments with threatening lawsuits, to mass deleting comments, to offering to manage your socials so you wouldn't have to read it. The offer was nice but when you were welcomed with boo's and slurs when you went to an event you couldn't help but try to put on a brave face but mentally curse Pledis and Minghao. Also yourself for even agreeing to date Xu Minghao to begin with. Life would've been so much more peaceful if you never even knew his name.

✫ Mingyu: "Not what you made me, it's something like a daydream. But I feel so seen in the night."

It was supposed to be a one night stand. However, Mingyu and you developed an emotional non committed relationship and it was pretty nice. A little too nice. You knew it was a dangerous game to get this involved but you couldn't help it. Something about Kim Mingyu was so addicting. He was the best drug you could be addicted too. The way he made you feel so seen on your nightly adventures. That's why it hurt a little bit when you saw him out and about and he ignored you. As if you were only good enough for a fuck but not for a casual 'hello' in the daytime. It broke you when he came over two nights after the incident and he scoffed at your hurt. He had assumed you knew what this was. "Is this not enough, sweetheart?" no. No it was not. However, you couldn't bring yourself to admit it to him so at that moment you realized if you wanted anything to do with Mingyu, you had to play by his rules. No matter how bad it hurt.

✫ Vernon: "So for now, it's only me. And maybe that's all I need."

Hansol and you were so codependent for your whole relationship. You were with each other every second. You didn't have to talk, just being in each others presence was enough. Or so it was. One day, you both just grew apart. He started getting busy with Seventeen and you started getting more and more projects at work. The distance was affecting both of you but you both were too scared to say anything. That's when the fight happened and both of you wished you said something sooner because maybe... just maybe you both would be in each other's arms or sending each other cursed TikToks that plagued your FYP. However, neither of you did and you both were just too damn stubborn to say something. After suffering for what seemed like an eternity, you decided to try to explore independence a bit more. You took a much needed shower, and started to curl your hair and put on some makeup. As you were getting dolled up you did some daily affirmations. The more you told yourself, the more confident you were becoming. Maybe being solo for awhile was a good thing.

✫ DK: "My love, I'll wait for your love. I'll wait for your love."

Seokmin woke up in a cold sweat and looked around. He saw he was in an empty bed and the nightmare he had of losing you was way too realistic. He quickly stood up and called out your name but heard nothing back. His heart was racing when he heard the silence. Where were you? He rubbed his eyes and and looked around the room a bit more and that's when he remembered he was in a hotel room for a schedule. He sighed before laying back in bed and grabbing his phone. He squinted as the light hit his face and couldn't help but get teary eyed as he saw your smiling face smiling back at him. He loved you more than words could say. He said it constantly but that still didn't mean that you both weren't going through a rough patch. He didn't leave on the best conditions with you before he left and regretted it. Instinctively, he dialed your number and pressed the phone to his ear. He just needed to hear your voice. "Hey baby!" He heard your voice say which made him tear up even more. "Hi," he whispered while smiling. "Seokmin? Baby, are you okay?" A tear fell down his cheek as he heard the pet name for the second time and his fears were calmed a bit. "Seokmin?" "Oh yeah... Sorry I- I um, I'm sorry." "It's okay, baby... what's going on though?" He sighed before sitting up and telling you about his nightmare and how he just loves you so fucking much. This made you lean against the wall as you listened to him explain his fears and your heart broke at his anxiety. Sure when he left it was rough but that's relationships. Relationships aren't all sunshine and rainbows all the time. When you explained that you heard him sniffle which made you tear up. "Thank you, baby." He whispered. "Of course, love. I'll wait for you to come home. Five more days right?" "Yes, just Five more days." "I'll wait for your love, my love. I love you always." "I love you, always."

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A/N: whoops I accidentally wrote a novel for Seokmin's. Pls don't hate me lmaooo

#wonuwrites #seventeen #svt x reader #seventeen reactions #svt angst #we cant be friends #ariana grande #Dokyeom #Mingyu #Minghao #seungkwan #vernon #dino #dk reaction #mingyu reaction #minghao reaction #seungkwan reaction #vernon reaction #dino reaction

[cookstorys]

𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍? 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

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Character- Jamal Turner

Show/Movie- On My Block

Warning- Just fluff tbh 🤷🏾

Females dni

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You were the closest friends with César and got along with most of his friends, all except one, Jamal. You had nothing against but he always acted weird around you. When you walk to César, He walked the other way. You barely looked at him once and he literally froze and then ran. You didn't know if it was the fact that you were a Santo (by blood) or just him not being comfortable around you but you wanted answers.

Jamal started today as every day. Being his corny quirky self. He walked towards his locker but quickly turned the other way when he saw you waiting at it. Luckily you saw him when he did and sprinted after him, which you caught up. "Jamal I just wanna talk!" You yell out to him and he, thankfully, stopped. He might not seem fast but he is. "Look, I've noticed you've been acting different towards me and I just wanted to see if I did- JAMAL!" You yelled as he sprinted off running again. Leaving you in his dust, tired and sweaty.

______1 week later______

Jamal checks his phone to see another call from Ruby. It's been like this for a week now. Jamal couldn't dare face you again after what he did. He heard a ding coming from his phone to see Ruby sending him another message.

Ruby🌚

Ruby: Look I don't know y you're ignoring the whole group but I could care less. Can we just do our tv marathon as planned before?

How could Jamal be so selfish he forgot all about his agreement with Ruby. All because he's too caught up in himself. One thing Jamal's not however is someone that breaks a promise.

He walked up to Ruby's door and knocked. "Hey, asshole." He smiled and gave him a tight hug. "I have to show you something." Ruby guide him towards the bathroom and pushed him inside. Before Jamal could turn around to stop him from closing the door you beat Jamal to it. When you did finally make it towards the door it was too late, he had already closed the door. "I don't know what's up your asses but I'm going to need you to figure it out." You and Jamal stared at each other as you both heard Ruby walk away. (gif above)

"This isn't funny Ruby. Open the door!" Jamal yelled. "It's no use. You heard him we have to figure out our shit and when I say 'our' I mean your." Jamal looked at you in complete shock. "I got my shit. The real question is do you have YOUR shit." Jamal sassed back. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you would've just listened to me and not run away the first time." You argued. "I didn't run away I just walked fast the other way," Jamal explained as if he was the smartest man ever.

"That's the literal definition of 'running away. Jamal, I didn't do anything to you why are you so scared of me? Is it cause Im a Santo?" You tested. It was the only theory that made even an ounce of sense to you. "What?! No! César's a Santo." Jamal answered which left u very confused. "Then what is it? Cause I'm so fucking tired of your bs!" You shouted at him."BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" He shouted back. "Oh." You responded. "I knew I shouldn't have sai-.”

Jamal's words were cut off by you grabbing his side, pulling him into a kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled

#on my block #on my block x male reader #jamal turner #Jamal Turner x male reader #male reader #cookstorys

[ruthlesslistener]

Thought about turning anon on again just this morning but tbh its probably best to leave them off. I can just hear the people calling me a horrible person for my anger and grief already and I wouldn't be able to keep myself from lashing out at them because I just cannot sterilize my reaction to fucking colonial genocide. And I'm not even fucking Palestinian, I'm just some upstart halfbreed Persian kid safe in his home in america trying to focus on midterms and being unable to because how fucking SURREAL is it that my biggest threat is flunking some arbitrary fucking test when half the world away people are being slaughtered like rats on their own homeland for the crime of just fucking existing and I can't do ANYTHING about it other than watch helplessly and stick with boycotting and sharing aid posts and I KNOW that the people responsible will never face their crimes.

I'm not the one losing my home and watching the place I love get burned to the ground and seeing the people I love be tortured and killed and the animals and the plants that I love destroyed and yet my anger and grief is all-encompassing and horribly choking. I have the fucking luxury of turning away. I can't imagine how it must be to be Palestinian and yet forced to be a sniveling submissive beggar to westerners because people who share your ethnicity dared to make a move to take back their homeland, dared to try to even the decades of suffering and humiliation by even a little bit. How DARE you be angry, when 1,000 settlers have been killed

Anger and grief is not sanitary or rational, it's cruel and ugly and bloody. I just know that when this ''''war'''' ends that people are going to be condemning the survivors for daring to show even the faintest of ugly emotions and it makes me want to puke. I just know that there are people out there who are looking at me with disgust for finally losing my temper and showing what a vitrolic piece of shit I can be when angry- just how terrible will they be to people who actually deserve to be hateful and angry?

#yes and before you all say it: im aware that this is horribly self-centered to make this all about me i knowwww #but im stressed and i saw some vids the idf posted and i just couldnt numb myself to it anymire #FUCK IT i can't BE politically correct when being politically correct about this issue is stepping on glass about a fucking GENOCIDE #there is no way that we can ever sanitize our own grief in a way that can please them #vent #nobody try to fucking 'soothe' me either. i dont want pity i want blood

[poisoned-pearls]

okay okay, THEIF AU. hear me out

the tweels are mafia implied??? iirc lmao but azul mobster vs jamil viper swiper

jamil is a theif for hire and azuls just a silly mob boss silly guy :3 but jamil gets paid BIG BUCKS one day, to steal from azul. he does and is the ONLY person who has ever succeeded on azul. he gets snapped into this infatuation because he NEEDS jamil by his side.

you know how he tries to get jamil to join octavinelle..? yeah thats him trying to get jamil to be his mob wife. he starts STALKING forums to see who hires jamil and what they want him to steal. he starts showing up to all the places jamil does, even canceling important business meetings in order to see jamil, just to pester him.

"we could rule together, side by side." "i can give you anything you want, all the riches of the world. you wouldn't have to move a finger, with me, if thats what you desired, love." -azul, probably.

and jamil "i just stole important shit from you??" viper is CONFUSED AS HELL because this important guy, isn't doing anything to enact revenge. so he thinks that azul is trying to conn him, to hurt him. he cant imagine that azul would be genuine in his attempts.

so they play cat and mouse. (aka azul follows him on his hires and lets jamil steal his stuff (tweels are ???))

meanwhile, azul has been personally ensuring the safety of jamil, even though zu doesn't know his real identity so he protects him on jobs and stuff. then one day the worst happens and jamil gets knocked unconscious. azul is immediately in action (probably uhh does some erm bad things to the guys who did it tbh!) and takes azul to his base to nurse him back to health and make sure hes not concussed.

when jamil wakes up hes so confused because 1.) where is he? 2.) what happened? 3.) why is his mask still on?

you would assume if you get kidnapped by people who want to hurt you, you would have your identity revealed. in rushes azul, who immediately starts fretting over him. checking his forehead, asking if hes okay etc.

jamil just looks at him and asks "why is my mask on?"

and azuls kinda stumped because, why ask that of all questions. he just says "why, is it hurting you? im sorry, i didnt want to force you to reveal yourself to me."

and jamil just melts because thats the kindest thing hes ever heard (he needs therapy and good friends fr)

(jamil is probably really flexible and agile, moving like a cat while azul is just stiff as a board (its okay hes packing heat))

how dare you put this into my head. I love it. (also how did you know about the mafia fic sitting in my drafts.)

Jamil for the asims forcefully, so Azul IS using his spy just to figure out where he’s going. He’s utterly INFATUATED. He’s full on prepared to see him constantly. He HAS a ring on him whenever to propose before people even realize he likes him.

Azul definitely has him on a list of “you do not hurt these people unless YOU want to be hurt. Badly,” so very few people mess with him on his runs. It almost concerns him.

When Jamil IS like, shot, Azul is going absolutely insane. No one except for his men in that room is safe. If Jamil has to leave with a shot everyone else is leaving with something worse.

He’s fretting over him for DAYS. When they get their doctors to treat the bullet wound he is in that operating room as well. Every single second he has is dedicated to staying by Jamil’s side.

When Jamil wakes up he shoots up immediately, which gets Azul to straighten up too. He’s sitting over in the corner and is immediately like “you’re up! Do you feel okay?- don’t- don’t move your arm it’ll just irritate it- do you want anything? Food, water? I can get you whatever you want.”

“Why is this….” As he gestures to the mask on his face.

“Hm? Does it hurt? I didn’t want to force you to reveal yourself but if you need to take it off I can close my eyes-“

Jamil is like. Beyond suprised. What.

He ends up staying around Azul’s base for a while (Azul is definitely like “oh I just want to make sure they don’t put you back to work when you’re still healing) and he doesn’t realize that he was given the second best room in that place. The only reason he didn’t get the first was because Azul couldn’t clear out his own room in time. But best believe, if Jamil even mentioned something like it Azul would be gone and it would be his.

The entire time Azul is trying to PROVE how happy Jamil could be as his husband. He’s full on courting this man. Everyone in his mob is fucking terrified of messing up around him. Azul’s standards are through the roof so everyone else has to be too.

Azul brings him giant bouquets, expensive accessories, even tailored clothing to his exact size. All of the attendants around the house are told to pay attention to what Jamil wants so he can get it without him even asking. Every time Jamil wants to eat he’s getting expensive food, prepared by their best chefs.

and the entire time Jamil wants to resist, but he just… can’t. Over at the asims he WAS a servant, he didn’t get this kind of treatment, and Azul really wore down his walls the moment he woke up.

Once Jamil has fully recovered though, he doesn’t really want to go back. So one day during dinner he’s just like “I’ll marry you.”

“W-what?”

“I Said, I’ll marry you. You’ve proven your point, I like this. And…. It seems fun to have a mob boss wrapped around my finger.”

Azul’s face is fucking burning alive at that point. (He is however, very much like “and I will gladly stay wrapped-) he pulls the ring out of his pocket and slides it over to him.

“You have this on you?”

“I always do-“

#Jamiazu #azujami #twst #twisted wonderland #auauuaghh them #Jamil then becomes the most ruthless mob boss the moment he’s given power

[sweeneytoddst]

I very strongly dislike Annaleigh Ashford as Mrs. Lovett

Please scroll away if you don't like what I have to say. I'm not looking for a fight at all. This is my honest and harsh opinion as someone whose favorite thing is Sweeney Todd. These characters mean a lot to me.

I have literally no idea how people can say with a straight face that their favorite musical is Sweeney Todd while in the same breath saying that Annaleigh Ashford is their favorite Mrs. Lovett or at all does the role justice.

No, the fuck she doesn't. She has destroyed that role, and I am beyond disappointed with the direction team for allowing this kind of portrayal for her character. She plays her as some pretty little blonde woman and there is by no means any ounce of Mrs. Lovett's personality in her performance. She is too sexual, too dainty. She's *too* much. I have only seen a couple of clips and listened to the album, and I can already tell you she is one of worst Lovetts I have seen. A high school production on YouTube gave me a far better Mrs. Lovett than her.

Needless to say, she has a very pretty voice when she sings, but that god-awful accent, the sultry line deliveries, her line deliveries period- are NOT a Mrs. Lovett we should be turning to and appraising. So sick of Broadway just turning to any skinny, petite, blonde chick and saying they'd be good for these big personality roles. Absolutely not for Lovett.

I don't know how many times I can say it, but she wasn't giving any kind of Mrs. Lovett with this performance and that's my judgement from just a few clips. She's wrong for this role. It plays too much like a young horny woman instead of the middle-aged, crazy, whacky, outgoing personality we all look forward to when we go to see Sweeney Todd. Sure, maybe you can say her physical comedy is good, but does that really make up for everything else she is doing wrong with this role? For fuck's sake, in By the Sea she pretends to be riding Sweeney by rocking back and forth on his lap. How fucking disgusting. That's NOT how Mrs. Lovett is. Yes, she's horny for Sweeney. Yes, she's in love with him, but Mrs. Lovett wouldn't pull any of this kind of groping and boarder line harassment on him. It's atrocious.

She gives no personality. Just an ear-bleeding accent, and a pretty face who can do physical comedy and can sing. She was not meant for this role. She was wrong for this role. Broadway, do better with your casting. We don't need skinny blonde woman #525 to play these kinds of roles. God forbid you cast a bigger woman for this role, right? Or a woman who dares have a single wrinkle on her face. Have we forgotten that Lovett is 45 years old? Annaleigh looks like she's in her late 20s thus making it even more uncomfortable knowing Sweeney is 46 and looks it.

Just do better. I'm sick of seeing so much praise of her performance as Lovett. It just shows me that people may not care as much for her character as I thought and just wants someone who looks conventionally beautiful, regardless of the story, so they can fantasize about Sweeney and Lovett fucking. Done with this album tbh thanks to Ashford.

#sweeney todd

[nasturtiumsforbreakfast]

so very many posts here that are like "and then you fuck me" or "I want someone to own me", "I belong to/with you", "I want to fuck you harder than anyone else has to show you you belong to me" "wouldn't it be romantic if you made me say my pussy is yours while we fuck"

Etc etc whatever I'm not scrolling through my blog to find examples I don't remember the wording

it's 2am and I just woke up so I'm >:/ as hell but like. >:/// tho

Hi hello yes I don't like being fucked and I don't think penetration should be the endgame anyway not all the time and also I'm aromantic and truly weirded by all the belonging to each other and romantic stuff where are the posts for me

I can make my own, I know, and it's also down to who I follow n stuff, obvs, but I'm just a lil fed up of that being all I see tbh

Like dude hi I'm my own person you are a guest in my life you don't have any hold over me (except perhaps the one at my hip) we are having no pressure fun atm and that is all, right? Like sorry I guess but I am not willing to make this any more than that, y'know?

Like, I like - or, I like theoretically, anyway, this is all theoretical yet, so I spose really I have no room to talk but y'know I'm tired so deal -

I'd like to be at someone's feet, kneel for them - in a somft like 'you pet my hair and I'll sit here and not have to think' way, mostly, but also in a 'I want to please you, please fuck my face' way, sometimes

Um

But all the ownership and belonging and stuff I see in posts here makes me,, uncomfortable at times, tbh. I'm sure I've spoke about it before - although if I remember those posts were mostly about how you can use my mouth but not any other part of me, but it was reaction really to all of these 'i can't help but fuck you' and 'want to make you mine' type posts, y'know

Like, nah mate, think yourself goddamn lucky I'd let you do this much and don't dare ask me for more than I'm willing to give, this is not a relationship, we don't date, you don't get to have any more hold over me than I do briefly allow you, and that will not involve penetrative sex on my part

Y'know?

Don't make this weird - or, am I the one making it weird, be not liking so much as everyone else here seems to want? Idk whatever

I know I'm grumpy at this hour but surely someone out there is also :/ about all that stuff

I think I'm also still a bit pissed off at having to explain to that one guy over DMs that there will be no "accidentally" fucking me, even over messages - twice! Like if I have to say that twice in text, wtf are you like in person? It's really putting me off the whole idea generally, tbh, and it's a big reason why I say cishet men dni - firstly, I am a man, understand and respect that, so if you're a het man like get the fuck away from me, but also pm all of the cis men I've interacted with on here have been quite y'know like that, so um. No thank you anymore? If you're gonna behave like that?

I understand, I do, having preferences, and and compatibility an stuff, but like. Come the fuck on mate, listen to me. Right?

Ah, this post has got away from me rather. And now it's 3am and I've pissed myself off again. Hm.

Well I'm probably not sleeping again before I have to get up for work, I guess I'll. Idk, turn the lights on at least, make myself breakfast.

See you later

[taegularities]

I’m writing this for Rid 10 minutes after reading CMI 11 omg how dare Rid to play with my feelings like this 😭 I have so many favourite moments in this chapter okay lets go —

1. JK calling her baby constantly “Baby, babe, my baby, angel” yes im so weak for this shit🤯

2. Girlfriend - Boyfriend 🥳🥳🥳 fucking finally!!!

3. So so so proud of my baby oc standing up to her mum!! Bring it on! Though i hope down the story that they’ll reconcile!! Just like what cmi jk said, i think deep down her parents do love her. Its not just enough or maybe shown in different ways. Even parents and children irl have different love languages. But I want this to happen for them. I know they are at peace but having both their families by their side as they go through their relationship will be so reassuring and special ❤️

4. Mama Jeon 🥹 I feel like oc will get the love and comfort she craves from a mother from JK’s mum 😭 i already love her character!! And when Jk called her “Mama” I FREAKIN SWOONED

5. My favourite part of all this madness was the pregnancy scare. JK looking for her all over and his panic state, crying and his line “I’m gonna kill someone if I don’t find her..” oh my heart broke because he just wants to know she’s okay and she’s safe. It is sad truly that his first thought was he fucked up, when he didn’t. If I were JK, I would think its oc who did something wrong but I’m not wired like cmi JK, i have evil thoughts and trust issues 😐🤣

6. When oc said “You’ll leave me, because you’ll be mad.” I just wanna hug her so bad :( the trauma of people leaving and her experience of jk leaving her the first time 😭😭😭 my heart broke for the both of them tbh :((

7. I understand oc’s fear. Things are just looking up in both their careers and they are only starting their relationship. Not saying a baby is unwanted and will jeopardise what they have atm, but the arrival of a little one will surely change some things. BUT I WANT A LITTLE ONE SOON! A mini oc to give jk a heart attack 😌😌

8. The way jk reassured her - how you wrote jk seeing her face and he just rushed to her and hugged her without knowing what the heck was going on. 😢

9. “You’re not gonna leave me, right?” Yes this line again 😭😭

10. Eun as usual, BEST GIRL FRIEND AWARDEE OF THE YEAR 🍾🍾

11. “I love you.” “I love you, angel. Saying this isn’t enough, and I can’t word it anyhow else, but. I love you… I love you, fuck.” ENOUGH SAID. I said enough. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

We finally got the Gf-bf conversation and the I Love You!!! God knows how long I pestered Rid to finally give this to us!! Wohoo wohoo!! Week is complete!! Rid you’re the best ❤️ My favourite chapter yet. No kidding, my heart was beating so fast towards the end! Also the chapter beginning in smut?? Hello!! GIMME!!! 😋🙊

Rid i freaking love you. Mwah 💋

I said what I said, you’re not going anywhere! We’ll keep you here ❤️

the way i'd been looking for this ask bc it wouldn't show up and finally found it in my inbox on mobile 🤣 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR INCREDIBLY KIND WORDS.

now that they're warming up to that relationship (and have finally made the status of it official 🥺), she'll be hearing so many petnames from him!!! the baby and angel ones will always give me heart palpitations, but also munchkin.. </3 and yes!! we are the proudest!! she's inspiring bc she had the courage to do what a lot of people can't. and i want to hug her for standing up for herself and trying to make herself happy. but reconciliation, you say? that'd be wonderful, of course 🥺

EEHEHEHE mama jeon is the sweetest and we will definitely see more of her (and him calling her that 🤭). the ending was my favourite as well! from the moment he started looking for her till the very last sentence.. i cried a lot writing it :') so i'm super happy you enjoyed that bit, too!! oc worrying all the time, i know 😭 she needs the tightest hug!!! but yeah, her worries were why she didn't want to go home, like she was so terrified he might leave or make her leave bc yeah, they're young and as you said... a child would change a lot. but at least now she knows he'll be by her side, no matter what <3

ENOUGH SAID INDEED 🗣️ i know a lot of people were waiting for this and i really hope i put it into words well. it was such an important one. so so thrilled you loved this chapter (and that it's even become your favourite? AHHHH!!), and i appreciate your feedback so much 😭 hope you enjoy the next one just as much. i love you, and.. yes ahhh do keep me here hehe 🥹🤍

#super lovely :'))))) #*cmi spoiler #<- using this till the new ch drop still :) #notes for rid 🌹 #chaotickoalashark #fic: colour me in

[virgil-says-things]

WHY has Debbie been left in charge of the daycare AGAIN??? did we not learn our lesson with the stress rash she got from it.

DO NOT GIVE CARL THAT GUN. ANYONE BUT HIM. okay nvm we're all good. this woman is wild, she shows up, is racist, tells Carl to get a hammer, pulls out jars hidden in the wall (one containing a FINGER) and then a gun, gives Carl of all of the kids a gun and then gives them money to keep them quiet?? fucking hell

'Frank, i can't let u be in charge of Eddie's insurance money, ur an alcoholic' U TELL HIM SHEILA

can things stop happening for a second so Fiona can get some sleep?? please??

dying at Frank's immediate response to seeing his mother. it's just the way he backed up and 'jesus they let u out?' and the way his face dropped its so funny to me 😭

I desperately need Ian and Lip to make up please. I am slowly growing attached to most of these characters and it's really showing

'i don't have a car' (Frank) 'god ur pathetic! u bed wetting excuse for a son!' (his mother) okay I can understand his reaction now and despite hating the guy I can't help but feel bad for him here - and then Frank wets the bed. okay.

the tension between Ian and Lip. Lip, my guy, I get ur brothers and all but u kinda need to apologise 😭 AHAHAJDBRKFNFJ HE'S ANGRILY THROWING FRUIT TO TRY TO GET IAN TO RESPOND TO HIM 😭 this is the funniest shit. he throws an. apple?? tomato?? 'really?? still nothing??' he throws another one 'NO????' my dude. what r u doing. oh fuck not the watermelon 😭 he seems to have given up now - I don't think this is what Fiona meant by 'make it up to Ian' ngl

how DARE she badmouth Sheila like that what the fuck!!

no, Frank, Ian is not nailing any ladies

MAN I hate Frank's mother

Steve still can't show up to things on time - AND the woman he's with doesn't speak english this is gonna be awkward - I'm sorry, he MARRIED a woman he can't speak to due to a language barrier AND he outright said he wouldn't bother learning her language?? the fuck??

'who does she think I am??' (Fiona) 'my cousin' (Steve) and then he grabs her face while telling her he missed her and then they start passionately making out. okay.

ah shit Adam knows about their makeout session. he's so smart. unfortunately. does that mean Fiona's gonna be left with Steve and his wife?? dammit Fiona please leave as well. please.

well at least Frank's not very willing to kidnap a guy's kids for money? a win is a win or whatever

man I don't even know how to talk about Ethel there's just so much so I'm simply just not going to <3

SHE STABBED HIM?? FRANK'S MOTHER JUST STABBED HIM?? WHAT THE FUCK??

Sheila can't even be around too many people anymore guys oh my god. this is so distressing!!

Sheila I love u but please stop talking oh my god

SHEILA AND FRANK'S MOTHER WERE ARGUING AND SHEILA JUST KEPT GOING AND FRANK'S MOTHER PULLED A GUN OUT. OH COME ON. THIS WAS KAREN'S WEDDING DAY WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

I'm going to miss Ethel omfg

woahhhh Frank thought about shooting his mother in her sleep for a hot sec

uh ohhh Debbie is finally telling Fiona the truth about Steve!!

SHEILA'S FINALLY KICKING FRANK OUT OH MY GOD YES

okay YES you tell her Frank YES FUCK YES okay nevermind she completely dismissed that outburst - for context Frank lost it at his mother and told her he wanted her gone (damn fucking right tbh) and she simply said 'well done it's great to get that stuff out' and said she's moving into his room 😭 love how Fiona's silently watching this from the stairs

Fiona sitting outside with Frank after that is cute though

Ian and Lip's dislike of each other goes on another episode 😭

#emojis tw #caps tw #swearing tw #gun mention tw #weapon mention tw #shameless #thats all for tonight guys im tired lmao

[bookshelfdreams]

A brief conversation I had with @mikimeiko on their lovely meta about the motive of loss and abandonment made me think about miscommunication some more, and how horrible Calico Jack was to Stede.

When Stede meets Calico Jack for the first time this is what he says to him:

Who's the big gal?

Off to a terrible start, and it only goes downhill from there.

As others have pointed out, this is a very mean thing to say in general and absolutely unacceptable to say to a queer man in particular, and Ed knows that. He's trying to do damage control

He's fucking joking. You're not a girl.

but he's laughing along with Jack - or maybe trying to laugh it off? He immediately gets physical with Jack as well, and it looks to me like the sort of thing you might do, when someone you like just has said something that makes you intensely uncomfortable but you really don't want it to be a big deal. He's performing closeness with Jack: Look, I like this guy he wouldn't say something like that he doesn't mean it. While at the same time he literally jumps on him almost as if that would distract from the really hurtful thing Jack has just said.

But. Look at Stede's face while Ed does this.

He knows guys like Jack. All his life guys like this have shamed him for being "weak" and effeminate. And he knows the kind of guy who would laugh along with that for whatever reason - to protect his own image, to not cause a conflict. He's already tired of this interaction. Look at this sad little nod after Ed says "You're not a girl." (sorry for bad quality, this is not art, just to illustrate my point)

God this is. Painful. I feel this expression in my soul.

And he's still trying to play nice with Jack! He's offering his hand, he's welcoming him. He's even ignoring Jack's sarcastic little "Lovely", as they shake hands. Because Jack's a friend of Ed's and he's used to putting up with a little bit of bullying. But the disappointment here is palpable. And so is the resignation. Because Ed may not be a bully, but (from Stede's perspective) he doesn't defend Stede from abuse either, and part of Stede expected this to happen eventually. I'm not even sure he thinks about it as betrayal per say - it's one of the things that just happen. Bullying is inevitable and people are only friendly with him as long as no one can see.

But! From Ed's perspective, this isn't what's happening at all! I'm not saying he doesn't have baggage, but he probably didn't grow up with this specific kind of constant ostracizing. To him, it's all just friendly banter. He doesn't notice how hurt Stede is because, well, Stede is very good at not letting it on when something really hits him. To Ed, he's just averted a crisis, introduced his old best friend to his new best friend, and now they're all gonna go have breakfast together :D

It gets even worse later on, when Stede asks Jack about his ship. If you've ever been bullied tell me if this sounds familiar: You were just trying to defend yourself, but the bully suddenly starts a crying performance, and now you're the mean one. Meanwhile, all the bully's friends flock to them and comfort them because you really hurt their feelings, how dare you! I don't even think I need to talk about this further.

And then. It all culminates in the beach scene. After being literally peed on, Steve has finally had enough. He's an adult; he doesn't have to put up with this shit. He's still avoiding confrontation though, he simply extracts himself from the situation.

But Ed, who was just having a fun day at the beach, doesn't understand why Stede is suddenly leaving. Ed wants Stede to be there and share in the fun! More importantly, he wants to show this part of himself to Stede. He wants this to be a bonding experience, and he's really excited about it. So he tries to convince him to stay.

I might just head back to the ship.

But Ed (contrary to Stede tbh) is actually good at communication, and he wants to know what tf is going on, so he asks again.

And I think it's actually a testament to how close Stede's gotten to him that he actually tries to communicate his feelings for once.

What he says: "I'm not finding any of this a blast actually! I don't like to drink 'til I puke, or get pelted with coconuts. Or making a turtle fight a crab? That's just mean!" Now it's not that he finds any of these actions distasteful in particular. These are all just stand-ins for what Stede is actually angry about. Which is that Jack is hurting him in a way he's been hurt all his life, but he's not saying that. Because the first rule of the bullied kid is, you do not let the abuser (or their allies) know when they got to you. And in this moment, to him, Ed is an ally of Jack's.

Ed doesn't have all the context though. He doesn't know this about Stede's past, he doesn't know how sensitive of a subject this is for Stede. Fuck, he doesn't even know about all the interactions Stede had with Jack. Look at his expressions, as Stede goes on his little rant:

Why would you say this I thought we were friends :(

In this moment, Stede is triggering all of Ed's insecurities. To him, Stede just described a fun afternoon. He feels judged, like Stede is shaming him for his lack of sophistication.

Then Stede delivers the killing blow: "Honestly Ed? I don't like who you are around this guy." And he means: I thought I could trust you, I thought you wouldn't find this kind of behaviour acceptable.

What Ed hears is: You aren't good enough for me. I have seen a less refined side of you and I don't like it.

Which is why he says "But this is who I am." He's a pirate, and he'll never be an aristocrat, and if Stede doesn't like it, well, Ed also thought Stede was one of the good ones :'(

Just. A masterclass in miscommunication.

#in conclusion stede talk about your feelings darling <3 #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #calico jack #thoughts #also everyone say thank you buttons for hexing that motherfucker

[mbti-enemies]

INTJ HAVING A SECRET SLOW BURN CRUSH ON ENTP AND ENTP FULLY KNOWING ABOUT IT DECIDES TO BE TWICE THE PAIN IN THE ASS THEY ALREADY ARE, ALL IN ORDER TO AGGRAVATE INTJ TO CONFESS

GIVE ME ALL THE ENTP X INTJ GOODIES PLS

*laughs a lil* ohmygod this would be intjs idea of hell. literal h e l l (and entps idea of heaven ) - okay lets be real entp would totally do those annoying things like- *intentionally lowering their voice to talk to intj* , doing that oh so terrible *flits eyes from eyes to mouth back to eyes again* thing, *biting their lip in a nonchalant way (as i f they dont know what they're doing), doing that *intense eye contact* that intj tries to ignore but j ends up getting all flustered and angry BeCaUsE they've got all flustered and 'oh entp j said i look cute when they're mad - wait no thats bad how dare he call me cute ..but tbh he's kinda cute himself WAIT NO INTJ GET IT TOGETHER' (oh btw entps never gonna admit it (cause the last time he did intj threw a stapler at them) but they kinda love it when intj gets mad- this doesnt help intjs situation at a l l ) - entp keeps getting all into intjs face while intjs trying to work so intj suddenly loses it completely and just bursts "GODDAMN IT DAMN YOU I HATE YOU AND YOUR DUMB VOICE AND YOUR STUPIDLY GOOD LOOKING FACE" *cue entp being all shocked for one sec , before yelling HA I WIN and intj just there banging their head on the table* - entp running past intj while yelling 'HEY EVERYONE GUESS WHO HAS A CRUSH ON ME' *cue intj chasing after them and yelling random words even louder* - entp won't ever use this knowledge as blackmail but def wouldn't hesitate to use it just to torment intj "hey intj can you pass me the remote" "its a metre away - get it yourself" "okay but as im your crush yo"--- "ShUt Up hErE tAkE it" INTJ :*ranting to esfj* i rlly hate them , theyre so annoying like why would anyone acc want to spend time with them or e v e n talk to them ESFJ : *nodding along sarcastically* mmhmm yh even i spend half my time talking and obsessing over someone who annoys me yep - ENTP constantly bombarding intj with flirty punchlines and catchphrases and intj j contemplating murder (while also dealing with those butterflies in their stomach) and telling entp to flip off and suddenly entp laughs and throws an arm around intj and intj shuts up and tenses as words catch in their throat and they forget how to breath --------------------------

'i hate you so much' mutters intj under her breath, entp shakes his head and smiles. "We both know you don't rlly mean that darling - we both know you love me" - and all intj wishes to do at that moment is to laugh in his face and prove him wrong.. show that he hasn't figured her out at all and that he isn't the one who knows her the best -- prove all these things just so she can finally wipe that smug look of his face. but she doesn't...she can't...cause deep down she knows he's right , she knows theres smth that ignites within her ever time he's around, maybe it was the way he looked at her , the way he made her blood burn (perhaps to love is to burn). He was something that caused the world around her to blur and fade, someone who she wouldn't mind being with when she just wanted to be left alone. It was like a dragon unfurling within her, threatening to overtake her rationality and consume her thoughts with this unknown feeling. and intj knew she wouldn't let this happen , she c o u l d n t , she had to fight it down, for life was a game and love just another part of it (or at least thats what she tried to convince herself with) - and she'd rather die that lose to him she thinks, glaring at entp.. (whose still smiling that stupidstupid smile that she loves- no wait hates so much)

entp catching sight of intj in a conversation with someone and its *devil mode activated* as they saunter up to intj , saying nothing but grinning as intj narrows their eyes ever so slightly at them while still talking ..so entp just stands there, right t h e r e. mere centimeters away from intj - so intj can feel the heat radiating off them and can feel t h e m and their gaze and its getting progressively harder and harder to concentrate as words seem to fly away cause for some weird reason they cant seem to stop messing up their sentences whenever entp is around .

[ entp taking advantage of this fact whenever they're in an argument with intj or when they do that face off and just stand there glaring daggers at each other so now entp j comes near and dares intj to look away *cue intj being torn between looking away and dying cause they lost or stand their ground and dying cause flip its entp (so they settle for just kneeing entp in the rib)

entp finding lame excuses to casually establish some physical contact with intj - like reading from behind intjs back and coming unnecessarily close so intj can see their face from the corner of their eye and cant help but stare a lil..noticing things (its all for the nature of curiousity ofc)- noticing how his eyes looked like a kaleidoscope of colours (she cant help but want to dive right in and see what colour she would find herself in), they were eyes that told stories ..pages of dangerous beginnings and the promise of adventure , and oh his mouth is right there next to hers (she wonders what he would taste like ..perhaps a mix of honey and melancholy , cherries and pomegranates, the sea and soft sunshine, dreams and passion ,stars dipped in silver ink writing her name in the sky ,blood pacts and whispered promises). She wonders what it would feel like to kiss him - (like meeting a thunderstorms and being left breathless- lighting fill the sky and her veins , like dancing with shadows in a waltz of eons, like being thrust from the world of the living into a world of l i f e ...and life may be suffering but it's magical and spectacular and its worth it cause you're alive. Thats what it would feel like she decides..it would feel like life .. *cue intj realising she's spent five minutes j staring at entp and entps j there like *raises eyebrow and knowing look*

(he was winter - with the biting sharpness of his tongue and the way he would melt a little if you waited long enough..like snow. he was summer - with the burning heat of his gaze and brightness of the eyes , spring- with warmth in his touch and his familiar scent of rain and moss and blackberries on the hedgerow, and fall ....cause thats what she was doing right now - falling (but flying))

#entp #intj #*i mightve digressed a lot but.. #i shall blame the night #tbh you didn't digress that much #(the last paragraph though- it's pretty beautiful)

[mlmxreader]

Moments | Rick Grimes x M!reader

request; “I could only think of your lips” Rick Grimes x Male reader…do what you will with this tbh 👀 - @leatherednlace

 summary: Rick visits you while you're healing up

 warnings: swearing, blood/injury, mentions of death

 word count: 679

Nursing a gunshot wound was a pain at the best of times, but with one lodged in your ribs, you knew that you wouldn't be able to make it that far out of the house until it had fully healed up; Michonne came to check on you every now and then, a kind smile on her face as she explained to you what was happening outside of the four walls of your room, she would light up as she talked about the things that she was particularly proud of - she told you about how Carl and Judith were doing, how they were begging to see you and to ask if their step-father was alright still. You told her not to let them in, after all, they were only kids, they didn't need to see any more pain or suffering. Their father, your husband Rick, also came to visit as often as he could, spending hours at your side until he had to be pulled away by something else - you knew that he blamed himself, as if you hadn't gotten in front of him, the bullet would be in his ribs, not yours. He thought he had gotten you killed.

"For a moment, I thought I was dying," you told him when he asked during today's visit. "I thought everything was coming to an end, and I'd end up a walker, and… and I could only think of your lips."

Rick frowned, his beard showing more and more grey each day as he ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and sighed. "I am so sorry, (y/n), I didn't mean to get you-"

"Rick, baby," you chuckled, masking the wince by closing your eyes for a moment. "You didn't do anything wrong. You know that."

"But if-"

"Rick." You growled, shaking your head. "No."

He smiled, taking your hand in his. He would think about this moment for a while, he would think about all the little moments that he had had with you over the years; he looked upon those little moments like nothing else actually mattered. They were a fondness and something good in a world full of shit of which could never be taken away from him. His memories, the moments with loved ones, could never be taken away by someone.

"It's hot out there," he told you with a low and hushed voice. "D'you want me to bring you an ice pack?"

"I'm good," you told him, patting his hand gently. "How are you, though? Are you sure you're okay?"

"My husband almost dies trying to save me, my kids don't know what's going on," he started, "we got Negan banging on our door every other day, but… I'm doing fine. I just…"

"Just what?"

"I miss the old days," he sniffled, swallowing thickly and knowing that, with you, he could afford to be so vulnerable. "Remember when we'd sneak around?"

"Yeah, and thanks to your fucking car, we almost got caught," you laughed a little, enough for it to be there but not enough for it to hurt you even more than you already were. "Multiple times."

"And now we're the walking dead," he sighed.

"Yeah, but…" you shrugged. "It's not our faults that the world went to shit - and I still have you, which means you still have me, right?"

"Right," he nodded.

"And we'll always have those times," you told him. "Not even a zombie apocalypse can take away memories, right?"

"Right."

"Besides, if I gotta be honest, I prefer you looking all rugged," you added. "It suits you."

"I need a shave," Rick dared to crack a smile.

"Don't," you shook your head, smiling back. "Trust me on this one, don't shave."

Those little moments with you were all that were left in Rick's mind, little moments scattered amongst a world of shit, little moments that he would hold dearly and would never allow to be taken away from him; he would cling to them, he would cherish them like a pirate's treasure, and he would never let them go.

#rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #twd #twd x reader #twd x you #the walking dead one shot #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader #walking dead #the walking dead #mlem writes

[dreamedofyou]

Before today I was fully on the gramblack train with my clown theories and headcanons and all. Despite the show clearly screaming "Gram likes Eugene" at us I really deluded myself into believing it was all just a misdirect and that it can all be explained away by Gram just projecting onto Eugene, but uh... I don't know what to tell you other than today's episode being pretty clear that Gram does indeed like Eugene, as simple as that. With how deranged I've been over the prospect of gramblack, I expected to feel really disappointed about the show ruining that potential (like I fully expected to be so annoyed by the wasted potential that I wouldn't even come on here to talk about it) but the opposite happened? I'm kind of... glad that gramblack won't be canon now??

And it's honestly because of the way they made me dislike Black this episode. I go into it more here but at this point I just struggle to see why anyone would fall for someone like Black (I mean, Eugene evidently did but I'm seriously going "girl, how??" at her tbh) and I think both Gram and Eugene deserve better, quite frankly. Maybe the series will show us a different side to Black in a future episode and I'll get it then but I'm not really holding my breath. Tbh as things in canon stand now I'd prefer for all 3 characters to stay single. I really liked Eugene rejecting Gram (and telling him she simply wants to be alone at the moment) because combined with her "I don't want to be just some chick chasing after a guy. It's pathetic" line, they're really portraying her as someone that knows her self-worth as an individual, not as "someone's girlfriend" and as a woman whose life doesn't revolve around constantly having a boyfriend (which is so often how female characters are portrayed on tv, especially in BLs). I love that Not Me is going against that (at least for now) and I feel like her getting with Gram would take away from that message. Though I do feel like they'll have her think things through and by the end of the series she'll decide to get together with Gram after all, but I hope not. Black as we know him now is just not capable of having a healthy relationship, period. We've heard from Eugene how he treated her at times. I think I've been guilty of ignoring the red flags whenever she talked about his negative traits because I interpreted them differently but like... there really were a lot of red flags with him.

That being said, there are still things that confuse the hell out of me when it comes to Gram and Black's relationship. For example, how everyone kept mentioning they were together literally "all the time," how touchy Gram was with "Black" from the get-go as if that was normal for them, how he told "Black" to just crash at his place as if that was normal for them too... All of those things just aren't clicking with the Black we got to meet in the flesh for the first time. I find it hard to imagine THIS Black would ever allow himself to get that close to another person. I imagine anyone would know getting too touchy-feely with him would get shoved away in annoyance. And yet Gram's first interaction with "Black" on the show was him draping his arm over "Black's" shoulders with a huge smile on his face. I imagine no one would dare ask Black to bandage his hand because they knew if they did so, they'd get a death stare and him telling them he can bandage it himself and that they should mind their own business. And yet Gram asked (and did it). So this must have been normal for them but it's so hard for me to imagine Black letting it happen, especially since rn he doesn't seem to give two shits about the gang, Gram included. Idk, it's all just a bit confusing to me?? Like I'm hoping we get an explanation but idk if we will and it'll keep bothering me for the rest of my existence (or at least until I move on).

#idk this is messy but what I'm trying to say is I'm really sad because of the wasted potential I see in what gramblack COULD HAVE been #(if they made black less cruel and didn't have gram crush on eugene) #but as things stand now I'm back to being a danyok and seanwhite hoe #gramblack #gram x black #not me #not me series #not me the series #gram #black #eugene #(I might still read gramblack fics though because the fanfic versions of gram and black are superior lol)