#but tbh the fact they had to be fixed in the first place is concerning.

[talkdutchtome]

"Let me take care of you" - Max Verstappen

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . . after a disastrous race, you take care of max the best way you know how )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, use of petnames, sub!max, very soft dom!reader, traumatized maxie, not proofread )

word count . . . 2800 words )

a/n . . . this actually ended up a lot more emotional than i intended it to be but i hope everyone likes it anyway. i don't know if my smut writing is getting better or worse tbh. any and all feedback is always appricated <3 )

Max was a perfectionist; anyone could see that. He also had a desire to win like nobody else. He never let up. It didn’t matter to him if it was a title deciding race or a completely meaningless one, he needed to win. It had been instilled in him for as long as he could remember; second place is first loser after all. So naturally, when his brakes failed, and his car very literally caught fire in the Australian Grand Prix causing him to have to retire three laps into the race; you knew he was not going to take it well.  

You were watching along in the garage, and the only thing you could think about as his smoking car pulled up to the pits was how hard on himself he was going to be. The fact that it was through no fault of his own was irrelevant. He had just handed a win to Ferrari, and that made his blood boil.  

In typical Max fashion, you barely saw him after he retired too. He gave you a quick hug as he reached the garage but after that it was straight back to business. He made his way to the pit wall and immediately began discussing with Christian and GP what exactly happened and how do they fix it for Japan. He sent you a text that he was going to stay late at the track with the mechanics so that you should just head back to the hotel.  

Truthfully, Max was avoiding you. You had only been dating Max for a couple of months, and so far you had only seen him dominate on track. And whilst you were concerned that that he would be beating himself up for disappointing himself or the team, he was busy focusing on how he had disappointed you. You had taken time out of your busy university schedule to travel to the other side of the world to see him race, and he had to retire three laps in. He was used to people living through him, taking his wins as theirs. He had never considered that all you cared about that he was safe and didn’t get hurt.  

So, you went to the hotel and waited for him; or at least you tried to. Tiredness and jet lag eventually started to catch up to you, and you had just started to drift off to sleep when you heard the door open. Looking up greet Max, you could see immediately how heavy the weight he bore on his shoulders hung.  

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” You asked him sleep in your voice still evident. Max just hung his head and walked into the bathroom. He half expected you to berate him. To question him on exactly what went wrong and what he’s going to do to fix it.  

“Maxie?” You asked again, as he came in from the bathroom and made his way to his side of the bed, his eyes routed to the floor. This time he just grunted at you in response before getting into bed and turning away from you. He did not have the energy to be told everything he did wrong and why - he had already had that from his dad.  

“Please talk to me Maxie, I’m worried.” You pleaded at him, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted that more than anything, but you sensed that he maybe didn’t feel the same.  

“What do you want Y/N?” He finally spoke, his voice cracking.  

“Are you okay? I know that was tough result to take but it’s only once race. We both know you’ll be back better than ever for the next one.”  

To your words, Max just grunted again. And this time you couldn’t help but reach over to hold him. Wrapping one of your arms around his waist and the other coming up to brush through his hair. You waited cautiously for him to pull away. A moment passed and he began to move, your heart sank; he clearly didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now. But instead of moving away, he just turned around, bringing himself closer to you, resting his head on your chest.  

“I just hate to let the team down” he spoke, his voice no more than a whisper, like he wasn’t 100% convinced if he should be saying anything.  

“But baby you didn’t let them down, you did nothing wrong. There was an issue with the car that isn’t your fault.” You gazed down at his face, your hands smoothing through his hair.  

“I could have done something. Maybe I pushed the brakes too much. Maybe I went too hard. All I know is that I let the team down. I let my dad down. I let you down. You cam-“ He started to ramble, but you had heard enough.   

“Whoa Max baby slow down. I can’t speak for the team or your dad, but you certainly did not let me down. All that matters to me is that you didn’t get hurt. I was so worried; you were literally driving a car that was on fire. You could have been hurt.”  

As the words left your mouth, he looked up at you. Almost as if he was trying to see if you were telling the truth. When his eyes met yours and he realized you were being sincere, he hugged tighter into you.  

“I love you Y/N” he spoke and before you could say anything, you felt him bring his mouth to your neck. Leaving hot open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone up to until he met your mouth. His lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. His hands found your hair and his teeth nipped at your lips. He quickly found himself getting lost in you and you weren’t too far behind. But when his hands wandered towards the bottom of your pajama top, you had to pull away.  

“Wait, Maxie. Are you sure you want to do this? You’ve had a rough day, are you sure you want to do this. We could just go to sleep if you’d prefer.” You didn’t want him to feel like this was something he needed to do.  

But when his lips once again found your neck, it was clear you had your answer. “Please” he mumbled against your skin “I just want to forget” between each word he left a kiss on your neck, before beginning to nibble against that one spot on your neck that he knew always sent you completely insane. He left deep purple marks all down your neck and you couldn’t help but let a moan slip through your lips.  

You were about to completely cave into his touch before you had an idea, and before you could overthink whether it was a good idea, you swung your legs over him until you had him pinned underneath you, your legs either side of his. A smirk plastered across your face 

Max looked completely taken aback at your action, but the second you leant down to kiss him, your lips just slightly brushing against his; he was starstruck and could feel himself growing harder by the second, which only deepened your smirk.  

“Let me take care of you baby” you whispered in his ear before beginning to grind your core against him. The whimper that left Max’s lips took you both by surprise but, taking that as confirmation that he wanted you to take control; you attached your lips to his neck, trailing kisses down his chest until you reached the waistband of his underwear. It was clear from the way that his hard dick strained against the cloth that Max was enjoying this new side of you, and you could be lying if you said it didn’t give you a bit of a confidence boost. 

You started to tease him, placing warm kisses over his underwear, but when you hear him try and fail to beg you to touch him, it becomes clear that maybe today isn’t the day to tease him. So, you hook your fingers around his waistband and release him from the tight confines of the cloth. Immediately, your mouth found his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip. Max’s moans filled the air as he came apart like putty in your hands. The way that your tongue swirled around him made him go crazy. He reached out his hands to grab your hair in a makeshift pony, but you dodged him. Max honestly thought he was going to cry when you took your mouth off him. 

“No baby, I told you I was going to take care of you, you just sit back and let me do everything” you told him before quickly placing a kiss on his lips before reattaching your mouth to Max’s throbbing dick and bringing your hand to the part of it that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Max felt lightheaded; it’s not like you hadn’t given him a blowjob before, but never like this. He couldn’t ever remember being this turned on before. He had never even considered letting you take control, letting you take care of him so intently before; but now that he was experiencing it – he kicked himself for waiting so long. 

The sounds coming from your boyfriend were music to your ears and only encouraged you to make him feel better and better. You could feel yourself getting wetter, completely desperate to feel him inside of you; but today was about Max, you’d happily wait longer for your own pleasure to take care of him. You began taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, earning more moans from Max. You had never heard him be so vocal before. Things got even better for him when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.   When his tip hit the very back of your throat and you gagged around him, he was so loud you were just slightly concerned that whoever was in the room next door would be up for a rude awakening.  

“Oh, fuck baby, oh my god. I’m so close” Max just about managed to get out between moans, promoting you to once again let go of his dick. For a second Max looked at you with puppy dog eyes, silently begging you to take him back in your mouth. But as soon as you stood up and very slowly pulled your pajama shorts down, he realized that there were better things to come.  

“Do you want me to ride you, Maxie?” you asked him breathlessly earning another groan from the man lying on the bed. 

“Fuck, yes. Please please ride me I need to be inside of you more than anything” Max’s voice was weak; it was becoming all too much for him. And when you finally rid yourself of your pajama top, Max started to see stars. Your tits were his weakness, and you knew that all too well. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth, to suck and bite on your nipples. So, when you straddled him once again, that's exactly what he did. You thought about stopping him again, reminding him that tonight was about him and his pleasure; but when you caught sight of his eyes – usually so bright and sparkling. Now they were so dark, so filled with lust and desperation, you didn’t have the heart to deprive him of one of his favorite things to do.  

You leant down to kiss him again, and the taste of his own precum on your tongue made him groan feverishly against your lips. Unable to wait anymore, you finally lowered yourself onto his dick. Now it was your turn to let out a string of moans and profanity. The way that he stretched you out was a feeling that you could never grow old of. After a beat to get used to having him inside of you, you began to bounce on top of him, pumping his dick in and out of your tight desperate pussy.  

“Oh my god Maxie you feel so good, your huge dick sends me so crazy” You moan out, completely cock drunk. “You fuck me so good, god nobody makes me feel like you can” Your praise made Max moan louder than ever and then he simply couldn’t help himself anymore; he brought his hands up to your hips and began thrusting hard into you. You wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him to let you take care of him – but when he rammed his cock into g-spot you physically couldn’t ask him to stop doing something that felt so good.  

“I love you so much Y/N baby” Max croaked out, bringing his mouth back to your tits and his hand down to your clit. Him touching you for the first time tonight meant it was now time for you to see stars. His expert hands rubbing against your clit brought you closer and closer to release and you could tell from the way that Max’s thrusts became deeper and harder that he wasn’t far behind you. 

Wanting to finish what you had started; you placed your hands on his chest – signaling him to stop for a second. Max did so very reluctantly, but when you started to bounce on his dick again his eyes rolled back into his head. After each bounce you grinded yourself down on him, desperate to get him as deep as you possibly could. Your climax was getting closer and closer and soon you felt like you were ready to burst. 

“I’m going to cum on your dick okay baby? You just make me feel so good I can’t help myself.” you told the man beneath you breathlessly, prompting Max to resume rubbing circles into your clit. 

“Please do. Please cum all over my cock I need that so much” Max croaked out and with that you fell over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over you and you screamed out for Max. It felt so good you thought you were going to pass out, completely taken over by the pleasure that Max’s hard dick had given you. For a few moments, you simply had to still yourself to let yourself recover. 

Once you had ridden out the last of your orgasm, you were ready to go again; ready to make Max feel as good as you possibly could. You began grinding down onto him, squeezing yourself against him. After feeling you cumming all over him, Max knew he wouldn’t need long before he was right behind you.  

“Fuck Y/N I’m really close, get off and I’ll finish in your mouth” Max just about got out between moans. When you didn’t get off and instead began bouncing faster and harder, Max really thought he might just die.  

“Cum inside of me Maxie please, I need your cum fucked so deep inside me”  

“Fuck really?” 

“Yeah, i need it so bad.” 

“Oh my god Y/N, you’ll be the fucking death of me” 

The second those words left his mouth, he fell apart. A string of profanity left his lips, and you could feel his dick pulse inside of you as he painted the insides of you white with his cum. Max couldn’t believe how good it felt, sex with you was always great but that was on another level, he couldn’t remember ever feeling that good before. 

“I love you so much Y/N” 

He gently slipped himself out of you and you collapsed next to him on the bed. Exhausted wasn’t the word for how tired you felt after that. And apparently that was true for Max as well as in the time that it took you to waddle to the toilet to clean yourself up, he had managed to fall asleep. You couldn’t blame him of course; even before that it had been a very long tiering day for him. So, as quietly as you could, you got ready for bed and slipped yourself into bed next to him.  

Looking at the very peaceful sleeping man next to you, you couldn’t help but snuggle down close to him. Placing a kiss on his temple before assuming the big spoon position that you know he loves so much from you. Your movement causing him to ever so slightly stir awake. 

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me” he spoke so softly you almost missed it before falling right back into a very peaceful sleep. You couldn’t help but feel so lucky to have a man like him cuddled close to you. 

“Sleep well Maxie, I love you more than anything.” 

#f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #formula 1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x y/n #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 x you #formula one x reader #f1 imagine #max verstappen smut #max verstappen x oc #f1 smut #formula one smut #formula 1 smut

[glowingbadger]

could i get a seteth and afab gender neutral reader for caught masturbating?

where reader is the one caught? maybe they aren’t actually intimate yet so it’s kinda embarrassing but then it gets hot? (sorry if this is too specific!! no hard feelings if you wanna take the prompt in a different direction!)

Another person just requested this same character/kink combination and I've been thinking about it a lot too tbh, so we are bumping this one up the list lmao. I kinda ran with it in a unique direction, but we'll see how y'all like it.

Also this is barely related, but writing this reminded me of a professor I had in college who told us about the time he met a woman who, upon speaking with him for the first time over lunch, explained to him that she had seen and had sex with Jesus in her living room the prior night. I haven't thought of this in years, but thinking back, my main concern is that our Lord and Savior is such a callous lover that he couldn't be damned to at least bring her to the bedroom.

Seteth (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #35 - Caught masturbating

NSFW 18+ V

Truly, who could blame you for being curious once Seteth had told you the truth of who he was? And to be fair, you had asked for his consent before thoroughly reading up on Saint Cichol. Though, perhaps he hadn't expected you to pursue your studies down into the hidden library of Abyss. Here, you'd found some far more colorful portrayals of the Saints. Cichol was no exception; in fact, the infamous Tome of Comely Saints was only the beginning- you'd since discovered a veritable treasure trove of scandalous and downright erotic literature centering your now-favorite Saint.

Perhaps it's because you've been so tentative about expressing your own desires to Seteth, despite having mutually confessed your affections. You want more- you know you do- but with a man so rigid and so private, how would you even approach him about such things? Surely this is how you've found yourself tucked away in a darkened aisle of the underground library late at night, face flushed and nervous fingers rubbing guiltily across your sex as you envision the shockingly explicit scene detailed on the pages. Back resting against the shelves and the book held unsteady in your free hand, you fight to stifle your breath. Your thighs rub anxiously together, you bite at your bottom lip.

The veracity of this text aside, the way it teases your imagination is shameless. It details Saint Cichol as a figure of masculine beauty, of both strength and poise. It describes the finer points of his anatomy, the skill and passion with which he made love. Your eyes fall half-lidded over words like generous, powerful, insatiable- and before you even realize, your wandering hand has slid down the front of your clothes to touch yourself more directly. You're hardly thinking, your mind whirling with fantasies of your Saint.

That's when you notice the footsteps, not more than an aisle or two away. You freeze, your heart thrashes in your chest. Then, he rounds the shelves to where you stand. The book falls from your hand, pages splayed open on the floor.

"Ah, there you are, Y/N- you really oughtn't wander about such places on your..." Seteth's brow furrows as he takes in the sight of you at last, "...own."

"Seteth-!" you gasp out, nearly breathless in your shock and humiliation. Bright red in the face, you scramble to fix your clothing back into place, and meanwhile, Seteth notices the book at your feet. He picks it up, your stomach drops.

"Seteth, wait, I- I, uh-"

His eyebrows rise, his expression one of recognition, then surprise, and then... something else. The shame burns so hot across your skin that, for a moment, you think to flee. But Seteth nears you, his taller frame looming over you as a hand meets your chin, directing your eyes to him. He speaks your name with a low rumble in his chest, and you shiver at the sound.

"It would seem that I have been rather neglectful of your needs, my love."

Disbelief rings and vibrates in your head as his hand runs along your waist, trailing down to pause just briefly at the hem of your breeches. You whisper his name and gaze up at him with wide, expectant eyes. Then, his touch dips lower beneath your clothing until you feel it rub firm between your thighs. Your knees nearly buckle then and there, but you steady yourself with your hands on the shelves behind you. His fingers, larger and stronger than your own, massage the sensitive nerves around your clit, his movements slow but firm. Your eyes plead with him, your lips hang parted as you whimper his name between panting breaths.

"While I cannot condone your behavior here, I also feel it only right to take some measure of responsibility," Seteth says, the heat in his voice a stark contrast to the formality of the words, "from now on, I shall personally ensure that your needs are met."

You're about to respond, but then his fingertips rub directly across your stiff and swollen clit, sending a shock through your core and causing you to moan aloud for him. Seteth's eyes narrow, though the pulsing of his fingers between your folds never eases.

"Hush, love. We can't have anyone overhearing you." he says, and raises a hand to cover your mouth. Goddess, it's too much. The thrill of feeling the touch you've dreamed of for so long, the transgression of him pleasuring you in such a place, and now this- that he'd forcibly stifle your voice while driving you ever closer to your climax.

Your voice muffled in his palm, Seteth carefully eases his touch towards your soaking wet cunt. You whimper, your hips bucking against him as two fingers tease your entrance, slowly and gently opening you around him, careful not to hurt you. He drives steadily deeper, stimulating parts of you that you hadn't realized had been so lonely, and you clutch the shelf behind you tighter to keep steady. Then, those fingers curl, directly massaging the nerves behind your clit, and your eyes roll back with a desperate groan that, were it not for his hand over your mouth, you're certain would have echoed through the library.

You can't withstand this for long, and sure enough, his relentless touch rapidly drives you over the edge. Tingling warmth spreads from your gushing, clinging pussy up your center and through your entire body. You're panting into his hand, barely holding yourself upright as your lower muscles squeeze and coil around him- and perhaps you're imagining it, but you swear you finally see a red tinge across his face, the heat of lust in those bright green eyes. Goddess, you're still riding out the rush of your climax, and yet all you can think of is that you want more.

Evidently, Seteth is of the same mind. When he trusts you can remain quiet, he removes his hand from your mouth and slides the other out from your clothes. He leans close and kisses you deeply, and you gladly part your lips for his tongue, eager for him despite how your legs tremble beneath you. Then, he parts from you and softly says,

"Loathe as I am to make you wait even a moment longer, I feel it best that we retire to my quarters."

With your head still spinning and your eyes hazy with need, you manage to meet his gaze and nod, only able to offer a simple,

"Uh-huh."

#seteth #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem smut #seteth x reader #seteth fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #kink prompts #feh #not sfw

[thebrokengate]

How likely that Milkshake is going to break up in the first or second episode like literally after the monologue took place? I'm thinking about it and I honestly don't know how it's gonna play out. The Duffers really left everything so open and it's just frustrating tbh. Like literally nothing is resolved except maybe Jopper? And I heard Jopper wasn't even supposed to go canon this season and the Duffer originally wanted to wait until S5 (someone can confirm this maybe).

Supernatural plot is literally unresolved, the characters have lost. We don't know what's going on with Vecna. The relationship dynamics and issues between the characters are unresolved. We have no real scene between Mike and El after the ''grand confession''. We have no resolution on Will/Mike/El love triangle. Even Nancy/Jonathan thing is weird with the addition of Steve. Robin and Vickie seem to have been set up but there was no actual follow-up or romantic confirmation truly. We don't know what's gonna happen with Max. I was genuinely confused that we didn't even get a scene where the characters read Max's letters? What was that even about? We never got to see characters' reactions to Eddie's death aside from Dustin. What was up with Nancy's visions, and why didn't she mention them to Mike? Like what? She literally saw her family die in her vision but she never even talks to Mike about it? I could go on but it's getting too long.

The real question is, will they be able to solve and tie all these plot points in just 8 episodes or something? I get that some plot points had to remain unresolved but this is too much, in my honest opinion. I'm not sure if they will manage to sort things out with the supernatural plotline, while managing to fix the relationship issues of the characters and adjust their dynamics. I'm especially worried about Mike, Will and El dynamic tbh.

Trust me, I'm just as disoriented and confused as you are about how they're going to do all this and I really still feel like they did go too big this season and tried to do too much to the point where they eventually got lost on half of their story. They could prove me wrong next season, but.. as they say, bigger is not always better, and they really should have gone for quality over quantity. The fact that so many things were left open and characters were dearc-ed is what left me the most frustrated with Vol 2, honestly. Some questions might have been answered, but those were few compared to everything else you just named. I don't know. I definitely understand your concerns, anon. I had no idea about them originally wanting to push J*pper back to season 5 either. But if that's true.. Jesus, just imagine, with everything else they have to cram in.

I'm less worried about the El/Mike/Will love triangle though, probably just because they treat El with the most importance so anything happening with her dynamics will likely get the most attention, and the Duffers said that who ends up with who in regards to the love triangles won't be left up for debate, so I'm confident on that. Will is also confirmed to be a main focus next season as well, so his dynamic with Mike will surely be touched on, too. Mike and El are going to have to inevitably talk about that monologue at some point, and Will's lie about the painting has to be addressed too, which is how I see things ending for them as a couple, but how exactly they'll go about it, like everything else, is still up in the air. The rest.. I don't know. Eight episodes is a good amount of time, but they'll probably have to make it at least close to the same length as season 4 in episode runtime if they want to make sure every storyline is completed and nothing is left hanging. And they really need to involve every other writer in this process as well so they don't forget anything. Eh.. I hope for the best.

#ask styx #byler #stranger things 4

[34choco]

okay hold on The Marvels was good actually. spoilers under the cut

i was worried it was gonna suffer from the typical mcu stage 4 drop in quality but even though the villain was bland they actually addressed what she was pissed about and fixed it. they didn't just go "oooh but ur a terrorist who hurts people to get your point across so your concerns surely can't be legitimate" like some other marvel 'heroes' have been doing since the blip.

i still wish they'd stop doing these 'villains' who are doing the 'wrong' thing for the right cause, but then when they're offered an actual solution to their problem they 'go too far' and end up having to be killed. in some cases it might make sense to write a revolutionary who eventually loses sight of the bigger picture and detaches from the cause to seek revenge, but marvel has been doing this over and over and over and OVER with little to no variation, and i just don't believe every avengers-level-threat would be essentially the same. give us some variety. give me a lady who's doing evil for fun. give me a guy who thinks he has to fight his way through to get what he wants and is pleasantly surprised by the fact that the avengers actually WANT to help. give me a kid whose power overtakes them and they don't actually want to hurt anyone, they just don't know how to control their abilities and started lashing out because nobody believed they could be good.

actually i think that last one was already done in deadpool 2.

oh also, fuckin. mcu back at it again with the queerbait. obviously easy to cut out/interpret as close friendship. and tbh i never bought into the whole captain marvel/valkerie(spelling?) ship in the first place. have they ever even interacted before this? i know there's plenty of timeskips between for them to have met and built a relationship but like. if i don't get to see any of it who fucking cares. i would have rather they just outright confirmed maria/carol but they half-assed that again too. what do they even have to lose at this point????

anyways, i thought i was gonna be pretty much done with marvel after this, especially bc that ending to the final fight had me pissed about losing ANOTHER black hero to multidimensional cameo bullfuckery, but that post-credits scene was actually worth it, and now i have to go read a bunch of wikis about the X-men i guess.

#and no i didn't go pay to see it in theaters #the marvels #captain marvel #sheldon watches the mcu #sheldon watches the marvels

[mostlikelytofangirl]

Why do jc antis hate him for all the things he never did and hate his fans so much , they have blogs dedicated towards hating on his fans and questioning their reading comprehension , as if they are the only right ones and everyone else is wrong saying that they read the story from mxtx's intended lenses and jc stans are a red flag , how can someone hate a fictional character so much , and for everything that they say about jc fans lacking reading comprehension skills , for all we know everyone except mxtx is misinterpreting the story , everyone has their own opinions and own reading interpretations , why do you want to spread so much hatred ?

One of mdzs's strengths as a piece of literature is how much diversive opinions and interpretations can be made about it depending on person to person and culture to culture , isn't a fandom a safe place for bringing forth all diversive discussions and discourses , these diversive opinions is what makes a fandom interesting ! Of course fanon is gonna remain fanon and canon is gonna remain gonna canon , but why so much hatred ?

One of the anti jc blogs was even insulting a Chinese Diaspora person saying that they don't know about their own culture engaging in racism .

Sorry it got a bit long .

Hi there, anon. I... wish I had an answer tbh ^^;

I'm not a hater and as a rule of thumb I try to stay away from them as much as possible. In fact, most of the blogs I have blocked are the ones dedicated to trash JC (bc those really are a lot and goddamn Intense).

Bc you are right, it really is concerning just how much hatred and resentment there is for one fictional guy, and haters would jump on to any opportunity to blame him for pretty much every misfortune that happens in the story. I once saw a twitter post calling him out bc he did nothing about XY.

It's a witch hunt taken to the extreme, they'll use that purple dude for everything they have a problem with in the story, and act like literally no one else was right there doing shitty stuff too. Somehow, everything is his responsibility, he should have been there to fix every single problem he encountered, and not doing so bc of greater and more important reasons is a moral failing on his part and he deserves no forgiveness.

Like, I'm glad to see they hold him in such high regard that they really and wholeheartedly believe that he alone participated on the siege and had so much power that he could orchestrate everything better than NHS XD.

But no really, as I mentioned in a previous reply, the most aggravating part is that they think themselves superior or Keepers of the True Gospel of MDZS, when it's very obvious they are the first ones deluding themselves if they failed to see the glaring commentary on a broken society and all the others involved in the shittiness.

If you are gonna make a call out post for his participation in the siege, you also better make one for NMJ, LXC, LQR, JGS and literally every other major sect member and minor sect.

If you are gonna denounce him for hunting down demonic cultivators, you better listen first to those of Chinese heritage and origin to explain to you the cultural principles in which cultivation is based and why demonic cultivation is a Bad Thing Actually (also better point out too that the Nie sect uses something very similar —if with a key difference).

If you are gonna lapidate his character for asking WWX to leave the Wens and come back with him to a place where he can actually protect him... hate to break it to you, but JC isn't the only one asking that, he was just an asshole about it. In fact, he at least exposed his case clearly enough for WWX to understand what he was asking of him. But JC's duties to his sect came first and -brace for it- Even WWX Himself Understood That And Helped Staged A Fight so he wouldn't compromise the Jiang sect any more.

EVEN WWX UNDERSTOOD JC'S REASONS.

And as shown in the ‘taking JYL to show her dress to WWX’, they were still in good terms afterwards!

I really don't know what to tell you, anon. It's all clearly written in the novel itself and (methinks) portrayed well enough in all adaptations. I can only guess that haters want someone's head for all the pain WWX went through and that ultimately no one paid for. Someone who isn't already dead and that doesn't have the best relationship with WWX in canon. They pretty much just want a scapegoat for their quite frankly ridiculous accountability crusade for a fictional character, and will use whatever mental gymnastics they can pull off to add to the dogpile, even if that means ignoring clearly stated facts and even the protagonist's own stance.

It's a blind, raging mob against a target that suits them.

And isn't that just ironic.

#replies #mdzs #jiang cheng #there's a extra layer of shitiness to them when they mess with irl ppl tho #one thing is pathetic fanon discourse #but another one is insulting and harrassing real human persons bc what? #they like the character you are senselessly hating on and think some of your opinions are wrong based on their very own culture? #a culture you are consuming btw #if I had to be honest it's thank to that lot that I skewed my opinion to be more JC friendly #bc those are ppl I want to have nothing in common with

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing viii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 1, 964

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“I can’t believe this!” Jeonghan puffs while he drops his belongings loudly onto the table in the study lounge, causing a few other students to turn and glare.

“Would it kill you to be quiet?” Jungkook grumbles, picking at the edge of the paper of his textbook, eyes never straying away from the content of the page.

“No. I will not be quiet because I thought football bros were bros for life!” Jeonghan whines.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You know that’s kind of concerning when you put it that way.”

Jeonghan simply waves the other boy off before he leans forward as if he has something important he has to say. Jungkook knew him well enough to know that it would either waste Jungkook’s precious study time or be something so out of the ordinary that he can’t help but be intrigued.

Jungkook shrugged and takes the chance, anyway.

“Namjoon bailed.” He deadpans. “Again!”

Jungkook stiffens ever so slightly but feigns disinterest with a noncommittal hum.

“Really.”

Jeonghan nods his head, or shook his head—it was hard to tell because he was all over the place and he seemed more displeased than anything.

“I never thought we’d lose our own captain to a girl.” He sniffs.

Jungkook sighs, already done with the conversation because somehow no one can ever mention Namjoon without mentioning you now, apparently because the two of you were hanging out much more frequently. He’s bitter. And he’s confused—because he’s attempted patching things up with you but you only would ever reply to him with curt responses than the enthusiastic ones you used to flatter him with.

JK: hey. there’s a new cafe outside of campus. U wanna go?

Smarty Pants 🐰: Im busy. Next time? :)

JK: are u free tonight?

JK: im heading to the library later. wanna meet up for some ramen first? On me!!!

Smarty Pants 🐰: sorry jungkook, meeting w administrators for pastoral care matters

Smarty Pants 🐰: Do you need help with the content?

JK: oh… it’s fine, just wanted to hang out with you. We haven’t done that in a while

JK: jimin said u finally have some free time next week? Let’s catch up! i’ll treat u to some banana bread :D

Smarty Pants 🐰: i have plans with joon. which day were you thinking?

JK: Anytime. When are you meeting hyung?

Smarty Pants 🐰: we kind of have plans every day, here and there. could I get back to you?

And that was it. The blow that Jungkook knew he deserved but couldn’t deal with. You had tried your best to avoid any personal interaction with Jungkook and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“They’re kind of perfect for each other, don’t you think?” Jeonghan interrupts Jungkook’s sour mood when he recalls all his failed attempts at trying to meet with you personally.

Jungkook blinks then furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Joon and your friend _____.” He knocks on the table. “Bunch of nerds together.” He adds with a snicker.

Jungkook stiffens, hands clutching his textbook tighter.

“You say that like there’s something wrong with being a nerd.” He says slowly.

“There isn’t. Really.” Jeonghan defends. “It’s just so … fitting. Captain of the football team who’s lowkey a softie and an art nerd with the overachiever on campus. Their IQ’s combined are probably in the 300 range.”

Jungkook scowls.

“Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘opposites attract’?” Jungkook asks sourly.

Jeonghan scoffs. “Yeah. Like you actually believe in that cliche phrase. Come on—we all know you’re likely to end up with someone who’s more like you than different.”

The insinuation doesn’t sit well with Jungkook, but he can’t chew Jeonghan out for it anyway. He didn’t know the nature of your friendship with him, nor was he aware of the history the two of you shared.

“Never say never.” Jungkook shrugs.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes before taking out his laptop and settling into a comfortable position.

“I think he’s going to ask her to be his girlfriend soon.” He says off-handedly as if he assumed Jungkook gave a shit.

He did, and his heart drops to his stomach.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls out when he spots you slip past him at the foyer outside the humanities building.

You twirl around at the sound of your name being called, and your eyes widen when you spot Jungkook walking towards you with furrowed brows.

“J-Jungkook?”

Why you sounded so scared to see him, he wasn’t sure. But he knows that he’s frustrated because it’s the first time he’s seen you after the game where you and Namjoon left to hang out at the exhibition, despite his desperate attempts at calling you out to hang out with him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Jungkook frowns, cutting straight to the chase.

You splutter for a response, and you realise that you’re basically gaping at him when you clutch your folders tighter to your chest.

“I’ve been busy, Jungkook. I told you this.” You softly remind him.

Jungkook scoffs, and he feels his mean bone grow; feeling the need to correct you because you were smart—and both of you knew that your excuse was lame.

“Really?” He says dryly. “Too busy to hang out with me but not with Namjoon?” He can’t help how bitter he sounds, especially when he’s heard from the rest of the football members; including Jimin and Taehyung that you were spending a suspicious amount of time with the captain.

You furrow your brows at him when Jungkook stares you down, waiting for a response.

“That doesn’t change the fact I was busy.” You huff.

Jungkook frowns at you, clutching his backpack tighter with his hand as he notices the way you avoid his eyes by dropping them to the ground.

“Why are you being like this?” Jungkook accuses, tone already on the offensive.

You gape up at the boy, brows scrunched in displeasure.

“Me? I’m not being anything. I told you that I was busy and we would rain check, didn’t I?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek, frustration pooling in his stomach. “Somehow you’re only busy whenever I want to hang out, right?” He scoffs sarcastically. “I thought we were good.”

You stiffen, knuckles turning white when you grip your belongings harder.

“We are.” You say curtly.

“No, we’re not.” Jungkook retorts. “If we were then you wouldn’t need to find shitty excuses to get out of hanging out with me.”

You open your mouth, then close it. You feel yourself grow more exasperated with Jungkook the more he can’t realise the fact that you were still finding a way to navigate the throes of your relationship with him.

“They were not shitty excuses.” You snap. “Listen, we can meet tomorrow for coffee if you really—”

“That’s not what this is about!” Jungkook exasperates, breathing out in a huff.

You purse your lips. “Then what is it, Jungkook? You came up to me and started accusing me of lying to you because I couldn’t meet up at the times you proposed.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw when he notices the way your voice gets increasingly sterner when you talk to him. It only reminds him of the way you used to chastise him when he was younger when he’d do something that was ‘immature’ but standard for a teenaged boy.

“I apologised!” He cries. “I’m sorry I was a dick before this but I’m really trying to fix things between us but you’re—”

“I’m what, Jungkook?” You interject with a frown. “I’m doing my best at healing?” You add softly. “An apology won’t erase what happened.”

Jungkook feels himself deflate, especially at the way your eyes dart away when he attempts to look into them.

“I know it won’t but I just want things to go back to normal.” He sighs.

You screw your eyes shut, finding the words to say before you look at him with such sad eyes that he nearly pulls you close just to comfort you so that he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fact that it was his fault.

“It’s not that easy.” You whisper, gripping at the hem of your sleeves. “It may be for you but it’s not the same for me.”

Jungkook releases a sigh so loud that your eyes widen, as he attempts to think of something better to say—to offer.

“I really am sorry.” He lamely apologises, his voice sounding a lot like a scolded child.

“I know.” You nod. “But you don’t know how it feels to have …” You swallow. “Whatever. We’re good. I just need time, Jungkook.”

Jungkook furrows his brows when you turn away to stalk off, but he grabs at your elbow to turn your body to face him. Your eyes briefly make contact with the way he’s gently holding onto you before they tilt up to meet his confused gaze.

“How it feels to have what?” He pries.

You sigh, shaking off his grip. “Look. It doesn’t matter. I’m being sensitive.” You deprecate immediately.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the spite in your tone, especially when you say it so firmly and seriously when you dismiss him.

“I want to fix this—us.” He pleads desperately. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

As if his words set you off, your eyes snap up and blaze with the pent up fury and anger you’ve been suppressing the entire time.

“Me? Be honest with you?” You scoff. “Real fucking funny. Because when I was honest with you, you turned it on me and took advantage of my vulnerability.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What—?”

“You want honest?” You fume. “Fine. I’ll give you honest but you better listen closely this time because I won’t be repeating myself again.” You poke into his chest, even if it’s fierce and stern, he feels the heartache pouring through. “You were my best friend, Jungkook. You were and are someone important to me and you fucked me over because you knew I couldn’t say no to you. You knew how I felt and you took advantage of that fact just so you could get what you wanted and go.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, confused at the information you were throwing at him.

“How you felt—?”

You cut him off again with a huff. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know. Why else did you think I did all the shit you wanted?”

“I-I don’t understand.” Jungkook stutters, head caught in a loop when you glare at him harder.

“You knew every bit of insecurity that I had and you weaponised that against me just so you could keep me close.” You say softly. “You knew, either way, I would’ve stayed because I’ve always been there, Jungkook.”

“You’re confusing me.” He deadpans, grabbing onto your shoulders so you were forced to stare at him.

He notices the glistening of your eyes as he feels his heart constrict when he realises you’re trying your best to keep your tears at bay.

“Well, you did it first so it’s only fair.” You sniffle. “You can act like shits fine because you weren’t the one who was attached. I was. So just let me have this time to myself to figure things out because I can’t even be around you without being sad, Jungkook.” You whimper.

He calls for your name but you're already furiously rubbing at your eyes as you curse under your breath as you spin on your heels to hurry away.

Jungkook gapes at you as he attempts to process what you just said, but before he can get another word in—you're leaving him to feel the weight of your words in the footsteps that draw further and further away.

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[skiller0dani]

NSFW Alphabet | JJ Maybank

M A S T E R L I S T Outer Banks Masterlist

smut requests info

hope you enjoy, love you all. 

AFTERCARE (what he’s like after sex)

so JJ is used to random hook ups and aftercare wasn’t always something he did

he did if he was in the mood 

most of the time hook ups were a way to release pent up frustration 

and when he’s mad he doesn’t do aftercare

until he started dating you

now he goes a little over the top with aftercare

he massages you with lotion afterwards

gets you water and snacks if you want them

hot water bottle if you’re sore

sometimes draws you a bath

boy really loves you & wants to take care of you 

BODY PART (his favorite body part of his & yours)

JJ loves every single inch of your body

but deep down he’s an ass man

loves to see the round curve of your ass in those tight jeans you wear

and your bikini? 

lets just say JJ has a lot of unwanted boners whenever you’re in a swimsuit

which is often during the summer

you can always count on JJ to pin you against the wall and grab a handful of that perfect ass of yours at least once a day

CUM (anything to do with cum, basically)

JJ thinks your cum tastes good

which is kind of embarrassing when he talks about it too much

sometimes he talks about your cum just to see you get all bashful about it with rosy cheeks

funnily enough JJ thinks his cum is kinda gross though

“ew it got on me!” 

“that’s your cum JJ!” 

he usually cleans it off your right away though

he doesn’t want it to get tacky on your skin

which grosses him out more

DIRTY SECRET (a dirty secret of his)

JJ, for some reason, is embarrassed about the fact that he tends to be a little gentler in bed then people expect

it’s an inside joke among the pogues that JJ is a rough lover

which you discovered is not really true

he can be rough, but normally he isn’t

he’s rough when he gets possessive

like when Rafe and his little group flirt with you to piss JJ off 

you can bet that night JJ will be pounding into you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a few days

JJ can also get rough if he’s angry 

if someone pisses JJ off for any reason you can count on getting thrown around a little

but he doesn’t throw you around too much, he would never hurt you

it’s all consensual though, JJ would never do that if he knew you didn’t want him to

EXPERIENCE (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

JJ, much to your dismay, is very experienced while you were very inexperienced

by the time you two had sex the first time he had already been with 4 girls before you

JJ had to teach you everything about sex

he was very sexually ambiguous for a 17 year old 

JJ has never been ashamed of his sexual past, but when he started dating you he did feel a little guilty when he saw how much it bothered you

it only bothered you so much because you were a virgin before JJ

you’ve never been with anybody before JJ, and he’s had a lot of sexual partners 

and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you

because it does

a lot 

that’s why JJ doesn’t really bring it up

FAVORITE POSITION (this goes without saying tbh)

any position he gets to fuck you is his favorite position

JJ always says “there’s way too many to pick just one!”  

a personal favorite of yours is when you get to ride him

JJ is always takes the lead when it comes to sex 

so he’s always watching you come undone

and when you ride him you get to see him come undone

and boy is it a beautiful sight

head tossed back against the bed

eyes squeezed shut

little whimpers escaping his clenched teeth

his hands holding your hips tightly to still control the pace

even when you top, JJ needs to be in control somehow

you can’t help but whine whenever you see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth

it truly is an honor to watch JJ cum

GOOFY (is he more serious in the moment? more humorous? etc)

he is both evenly 

most of the time, JJ is goofy 

he hardly even takes day to day life seriously

so most of the time JJ is cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh

and he spends a decent amount of time trying to make you blush

but when JJ gets upset he’s an entirely different person in the bedroom

his jaw is always locked, and his gaze is dark and lustful 

he doesn’t crack any jokes, and doesn’t goof around

if someone made a move on you then JJ is usually pretty pissed off during sex

sometimes he’s gotta remind you who you belong to

HAIR (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes?)

trimmed a little but honestly JJ isn’t too concerned about it

you don’t care if he upkeeps his pubes or not so neither does he

he does if the bush gets to crazy but other than that he leaves it alone

they’re a shade darker then his hair

so like a dark dark blonde

INTIMACY (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

unless he’s angry, JJ is very intimate during sex

before JJ started dating you, he had sex just to get off

he had sex with girls because it felt good

there was no closeness in it, no intimacy

but with you sex is very intimate

it’s never about just getting off

every time he has sex with you 

even when he’s angry and pounding into you 

he’s showing you how much he loves you in the only way he knows best

while it’s true that JJ had a lot of sexual partners before you, none of them really showed JJ what sex could be like

that it could be so fucking good 

because with them it felt good, but nowhere near as good as it feels to have sex with someone you love

JACK OFF (masturbation headcanon)

JJ jacks off a lot more then he used to

because when you’re not in the mood, or if you’re busy then he has to find some way to relieve himself

before you JJ would hit up every one of his booty calls until one of them agreed to come over

but he would never cheat on you so if you turn down sex, JJ waits 

and while he waits he jerks off to satiate him until you’re ready

and he never rushes you because he’s not an asshole

he waits patiently because this sweet boy loves you very much

KINK (one or more of his kinks)

he hasn’t outwardly admitted it but you think JJ has a secret daddy kink

he loves when you do exactly what he says

he loves being in total control

he loves the trust that comes with it, when you physically show him that you trust him enough to do whatever he says without question

it’s comforting to know you trust him not to hurt you

he calls you little girl during sex a lot

which you love

“gonna cum for me little girl?” 

“yes daddy please,” 

it accidentally slipped out. really you didn’t mean to say it

but as soon as you did, JJ groaned softly

and his pace quickened a little

you could tell that he liked that

so you decided to “accidentally” say it more often

LOCATION (favorite places to do the deed)

JJ is a borderline exhibitionist 

he likes the thrill of almost getting caught

but most of the places he chooses to rail you are places that couldn’t be come across accidentally 

JJ can’t bring himself to risk someone else seeing you naked

or worse 

getting fucked

if some other guy saw that beautiful fucked out look on your face when JJ’s driving his cock into you

he’d probably beat the guy to death

so JJ gets his “fucking in public” fix in restrooms or other places with lockable doors

he’d never fuck you out in the open

MOTIVATION (what turns him on?)

e v e r y t h i n g

JJ is horny 92% of the day so anything you do is bound to turn him on

bending over? JJ is popping a boner

your shirt lifts to reveal your midriff? JJ is 100% popping a boner

stripping down to your bikini to get in the water? he’s rock solid before you even get your shorts off

and then he’s looking around to make sure nobody else is watching you strip

there was one time he caught Pope looking when you were getting ready to get in the water and JJ might have punched him

he pulled the punch though, so it didn’t even really leave a bruise

it hurt enough for Pope to never make that mistake again

he literally closes his eyes until he hears you get into the water now, Pope won’t even risk glancing in your direction 

he’s afraid of receiving JJ’s wrath if he’s caught looking again

NO (something he wouldn’t do, his turn offs)

anything that would cause you a lot of pain

he’s comfortable with inflicting you with a little bit of pain like spanking

but anything worse than that and JJ is out

once as a joke you asked JJ if you guys could try ‘blood play’ and JJ freaked out

“I would have to cut you Y/N, no fuckin’ way.” 

“I was just kidding baby.” 

JJ would prefer to make sex exciting in other ways

ways that can’t hurt you

like blindfolding you

using ice or feathers as stimulation

g e n t l e choking 

very gentle

JJ can’t hurt you, he physically won’t feel any joy from it

his dad has hurt him so much that JJ doesn’t like hurting anybody that doesn’t really deserve it

like Rafe, he definitely deserves it

ORAL (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

JJ hates being that stereotypical guy but he really loves when you give him a blow job

you’re just so fucking good at it

when you wrap your lips around him, it literally takes his breath away

when you use your tongue on the underside, JJ feels his insides begin to squirm around

plus he doesn’t mind receiving more than giving too much because he knows how much you love sucking him off

sometimes you beg him to let you suck him off

and of course, JJ always says yes

you’re fucking hungry for his cock, and if you had it your way it would always be in your mouth

but just because JJ likes receiving more than giving doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to go down on you

because JJ is phenomenal at eating you out

some of the most mind blowing orgasms you’ve ever had have been with JJ’s head in between your legs

boy knows what he’s doing in that regard, he just doesn’t do it very often

which doesn’t bother you because he will happily do it if you ask him to

PACE (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc)

depends on his mood, like all things

if he’s in a good mood, his pace is pretty moderate

not too fast but not too slow

if he’s in a really lovey dovey mood then his pace is slow and passionate

long and deep strokes to make sure you feel every inch

if he’s pissed off or jealous then his pace is quick and brutal

harsh snaps of his hips against yours and definite bruises on your hips from him holding you so hard

he always feels bad about the bruises

but you always reassure him and insist you love the bruises

which you do

QUICKIE (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

quickies are a pretty normal thing for you two

it’s quickies more often then anything else

a quick fuck in the Chateau’s bathroom before any of the pogues notice you’re gone

quickies in your room when you sneak away from the party because JJ took off his shirt and you decided you desperately needed his cock

it’s rare that you two get to take your time 

but when you can take your time, its some of the best sex you guys have

like it’s so good that it’s worth waiting for

but you’re not complaining too much because any sex you have with JJ is going to be amazing

RISK (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

yeah he’s okay with moderate risk

if it’s something that could get you in serious trouble then he absolutely won’t do it

if it puts you in a situation 

if it’s something that could hurt you or cause you pain then no he won’t risk it

he cares about your needs and your safety way more than his own

JJ doesn’t care if he gets in trouble and he doesn’t care if he gets hurt

his pain tolerance is really high so he almost never notices if he gets hurt during sex

like if you claw at his back too much and he’s bleeding

actually he loves it when you claw at him, and he loves it even more if you make him bleed

you usually end up looking out for him in the same way he looks out for you

you won’t let him do anything that could end up hurting him

STAMINA (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

JJ can go for 2-3 rounds before his dick physically will not get hard again

if he had it his way he’d fuck you all night, but he can’t 

which annoys him

boy can fuck you at Earth shattering speeds and hardly break a sweat

he’s got the energy of a hyperactive child when it comes to sex

sadistically that’s one of your favorite things about JJ, that he can fuck you for long periods of time without tiring

it makes sex exciting

TOYS (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

JJ definitely doesn’t own any toys but you do

and when he discovered this, he immediately brought it into your sex life

he loves watching you cum on a vibrator

he has a remote control one that he uses a lot so he can sit at the end of the bed and watch you cum without even touching you

he also got a small one that you sometimes use when other people are around

and JJ will randomly turn it on when you’re having dinner at Kiara’s 

and you can’t make any sound or act weird 

you always see that little smirk on JJ’s face from across the table when he sees you’re close

and he never lets you cum

UNFAIR (how much he likes to tease)

big tease energy

there was one night he was so frustrated that he teased you to tears 

he edged you so much that one thrust and you were cumming around his cock

he’s a tease in day to day life and in the bedroom go figures

but when JJ is trying to show you how much he loves you he never teases

he worships your body and will give you orgasm after orgasm until you’re a shuddering mess

VOLUME (how loud is he? what kinds of sounds he makes, etc)

JJ mostly just groans and swears under his breath

he says he doesn’t want to drown out all of your beautiful sounds with his own moaning

but your favorite is when JJ growls softly in your ear, or when he sucks a harsh breath in through his teeth when you clench around him

you’re the noisy one in bed 

and that’s the way JJ likes it

WILD CARD (random headcanon)

when you first started dating, JJ was actually really evasive about how many partners he’s had before you

he would get really quiet whenever you asked him and would never directly answer the question

until you cornered him in the Chateau, demanding to know how many people he’d been with 

“4...” his voice was soft, and he wouldn’t lift his eyes to meet yours

that was more then you were expecting, but you couldn’t be mad at him

he was single then and had completely cut off every girl he’d ever had sex with the second you two started dating

so you immediately forgave him which was a huge relief for him

X-RAY (let’s see what’s going on under the belt)

JJ is packing

a good 8 inches when he’s fully hard 

and he’s decently thick too

his cock reaches places inside you that make your toes curl 

JJ has never really described himself as someone with a big dick, but once he saw your eyes widen when he first had sex with you

he thought maybe he might be bigger than average

which you love

there’s always a delicious stretch when he first enters you

YEARNING (how high is his sex drive?)

JJ is down to have sex whenever 

he loves having sex with you and has a stupidly high sex drive

he needs sex at least twice a week or he’s going to be grumpy 

so it was sort of an adjustment when he first started dating you

because it was at least a month until he took your virginity

so he was pretty grouchy for that month that he wasn’t having sex

he didn’t mind though because he was dating you and that’s way better than sex

ZZZ (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

JJ doesn’t fall asleep too quickly after sex

but since he does most of the work during sex, he’s usually pretty tired

but when he lays down with you, he will spend a few minutes talking to you before he falls asleep

he can last a good 10-15 minutes before he’s too tired to keep his eyes open

so you curl into his chest and fall asleep in his arms

heaven :)

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj x you #jj smut #outer banks #outer banks smut

[sugarybitterness]

love persevering - wanda maximoff x maximoff!reader

word count; 3,024

warnings; angst. talks about death, grief and implied depression. cursing.. if i missed anything please let me know!

a/n; angsty..? comfort..?? idk tbh bdjdnd this was kinda painful to write but also really fun lmao i love writing for wanda 🧎‍♀️ also for some reason i feel like i should clarify this isn’t incest djdkdndja hope y’all enjoy !! feedback is always appreciated <3

“you know, when someone goes off the grid they kinda want nothing more to do with.. your people.” you narrowed your eyes slightly at the person in front of you, your gaze fixing on the SWORD logo on the jacket they were wearing. you did your best to ignore the presence outside your door but you really had to give her some sort of credit because damn was she persistent with her knocking.

“sorry, but it’s kind of an emergency.. i’m doctor darcy lewis by the way,” darcy stuck out her hand, a small smile on her lips. you sigh inwardly as you shook it before stepping aside to let her in.

“how did you even find me?” you questioned darcy as you led her to the kitchen. the doctor quietly studied the small apartment and noted the lack of decor, it was if you had just moved in yesterday.

“we have our ways.” darcy answered simply, as she settled into the chair you pulled out for her, folding her hands onto your kitchen counter. her eyes followed you as you grabbed two glasses and filled them up with some water, thanking you as you passed her one.

“so, what’s the “emergency” that compelled you to track me down? because as i said, i went off the grid for a reason.” you muttered as you took a sip. with natasha and tony gone, steve having lived his dream life, you didn’t see a reason to continue on as a hero of whatever sorts. now your powers were used for more mundane tasks such as building furniture or getting you snacks from your pantry while watching a movie.

honestly, you weren’t sure why you even let darcy in. maybe a part of you was starting to get tired of doing nothing, you went from having a reason to get up to having none within the span of a minute.

[the flashback]

“y/n? are you okay?” darcy’s concerned voice snapped you back to the present, finally registering the fact that you had started to cry. you hurriedly wiped your tears away as you turned around to finish the rest of your water, placing the glass down in the sink with a soft thud.

“so what is it exactly you want from me doctor?” you asked, thankful your voice was steady enough to not betray the negative emotions bubbling at the surface. you moved to face darcy again, your eyes staring straight into hers - the dull look in your eyes startling her. clearing her throat, darcy began to explain the situation. how wanda had somehow created a whole alternative universe which SWORD has called the hex, trapping a town full of people just to live out her dream life. you let out a small snort in amusement when darcy mentioned how it seemed like wanda was broadcasting her dream life as a sitcom. subconsciously, that was what solidified for you that SWORD didn’t just come up with this bullshit to try and rope you back. once darcy was finished with explaining what was happening, she continued on to share why she was there to find you in the first place.

“y/n, we believe that you can go into the hex safely using your powers. then maybe you know, try to talk her down? since you are her sister after all.” you sighed as you tear your gaze away from darcy’s inquisitive stare and allowed your thoughts to wander again.

the last time you had spoken to your sister was at the second and thankfully final battle against thanos. you found her in the aftermath of tony’s death, the two of you sharing a tight hug. in that moment, you were so tired that you had asked wanda to look into your mind, not having the energy to tell her what had happened over the last five years. you showed her the small wedding natasha and you had which elicited an excited gasp. as she pulls away from you with a look of shock on her face, it quickly turns to one of pain when you show her the memory of everyone returning except for natasha. your tears had started again and wanda merely wiped them away before pulling you close to her.

the next day, you woke up in a bed, tucked safely in wanda’s arms. you wanted to stay, you so desperately wanted to just soak in the warmth and love. but you knew you had to leave. the last thing you wanted was everyone fussing over you, treating you like someone who was broken even though they weren’t too far off. as gently as you could, you slowly slipped out of wanda’s hold, placing a soft kiss on her head as you left the room.

that was the last time you had seen wanda and you had actively avoided going back, even missing tony’s funeral. a change of numbers and plain begging with nick fury was enough for you to disappear. a part of you also knew that wanda could easily seek you out if she wanted to and you knew you could have done the same. you had assumed the large burst of magic you felt a couple weeks back was just wanda having exploded at training, not once suspecting something as large scale as what darcy had shared. you were beginning to regret leaving wanda alone, knowing all too well how suffocating loneliness could feel. you wondered if you showing up would do more harm than good, if seeing you would make wanda angrier if that was even possible? pinching the bridge of your nose with a sigh, you allowed the next few words to tumble out before you could regret it.

“alright then doctor lewis, take me to the hex.”

-

you stood there with a small frown on your face, staring at the wall that had just grew drastically in size. while you could feel the hum of wanda’s magic, there was something else bugging you about the hex. your thoughts were quickly broken when a huge truck drove towards where you, captain monica rambeau and agent jimmy woo were standing. after some quick explanation from monica, you turned your concentration back to the hex as they unloaded the vehicle monica had pulled some strings to get brought out here. instinctively, your feet took you closer to the hex and you allowed magic to encase your hand in a barrier before touching the “wall” in front of you. the hex was most definitely made out of wanda’s magic, but deep down inside the hex, you could feel a seemingly seperate magic source. did wanda rope in another enhanced to create the hex? you turned your attention to the side where monica was attempting to drive the vehicle through the shield but as you saw the telltale signs of the vehicle changing under the power of wanda’s magic, you quickly helped pull her out with your powers, a light blue aura surrounding the captain as you put her down on the ground gently. the hex pushed the car back and everyone stared at in a mix of awe and horror at the way it seemed to be split evenly in the middle, half of it high tech and the other half was an old car model.

before you could change your mind about seeing wanda, you created a barrier around yourself and reinforced it several times as you took a couple steps back before running straight into the hex using your powers to give you a bit more power to go through it easier. darcy had warned you about the magic of the hex, how it could mould whatever passed through it into whatever wanda wanted so you did your best to push away any tendrils of wanda’s magic that you could feel.

thankfully, you landed inside the hex without any issues. quickly reinforcing the barrier around yourself in case wanda’s magic decided to try and change you, you were about to go find wanda before you realised you didn’t even know where she was. before you could dwell on it any further the hex behind you started to ripple and you turned just in time to see monica push through hex unharmed. you looked at her in shock as you saw her eyes glow blue. after monica gathered her bearings she looked at you with a grin on her face before running off into the town and you quickly chased after her.

when the two of you reach what you assumed was wanda’s house, monica wasted no time in knocking on the door. when the door swung upon to reveal wanda, your eyes widened in shock when you saw her push monica into the sky with her magic, words flying out quickly and angrily. when the red pushed monica roughly onto the ground, she landed on the ground with a loud thud, the floor vibrating from the impact.

“wanda?” you called out before your sister could try to hurt monica any further. the redhead turned to you quickly, eyes widening in disbelief before it turned to.. anger? you were never good at reading your sister which was ironic since you could easily read everyone else. suddenly you were enveloped in red magic and yanked into the house door slamming shut as wanda stepped inside.

“let me read your mind.” wanda demanded angrily, her eyes glinting red. after the whole fiasco with pietro, the older sokovian wanted to make sure her sister in front of her was actually her sister and not some fake clone. you scoffed at her request, shaking your head stubbornly.

“and why should i do that? why should i let my guard down? so you can mould me into your ideal sister?” you sneered, your own eyes turning blue as you looked around the house. pictures of wanda and vision with two boys caught your attention and you felt your heart twist at the happy faces.

“yeah well my ideal sister wouldn’t have abandoned me.” wanda retorts, hurt and anger evident in her voice.

“what else could i do wanda? everyone and everything reminds me of her, i just needed to get away- to allow myself to grieve.”

“i could’ve helped you! can’t you see that i’m happy here? you could be happy too if you-“

“happy?” you interrupted wanda, a bitter laugh falling from your lips. “of course wanda, having my big sister bring my dead wife back to life will make me happy. undoing all the fucking work i’ve been forcing myself to do to be able to even get out of bed in the damn morning would be a great update to give my therapist eh?”

your eyes flashed a dangerous blue as you paced around the house angrily, the emotions you had been bottling up came crashing down full force and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“you know what hurts wanda? is that i can’t even be angry, because she saved the world! because if she hadn’t done what she did you wouldn’t even be here, half the world would still be gone. she sacrificed her life for the world and the rest? clint gets to live his fucking perfect farmhouse life with his family and steve got to live his own dream life with peggy. bruce and thor still have their souls..” you turned to face wanda, the older maximoff could feel herself freeze under your intense gaze.

“i couldn’t even say goodbye. she told me she’d see me in a minute but a minute became a lifetime and now i will never get to see her again. natasha deserved to have her happy ending more than anyone else- more than me. she worked her ass off for five years and no one seems to give a flying fuck. oh and did you know she had another family? all three of them got dusted and she should have been here to see her family come back. instead, i had to be the one to tell them that she was dead because the rest of the idiots didn’t even know they existed! the first time i properly meet nat’s family as her wife was to tell them that she was gone.” your tears were falling faster now as you felt the rage and pain consume you. you tore your gaze away from wanda and turned your back to her, arms wrapping around yourself tightly as if it was the only thing that could keep you together. wanda’s footsteps seemed to be loud in the silence of the house as she moved to stand in front of you, wrapping you tightly in a much needed hug. your hands snaked around her waist as you continued to sob.

“i’m sorry wan, i’m sorry for leaving and i’m sorry for not being here when you needed me.” you apologised through your tears, your grip on her shirt tightening.

“i’m sorry too y/n/n. i should’ve reached out and made sure you were okay.. but i didn’t.” wanda sighed as she moved to stroke your head gently. when she had woken up that morning alone, she had panicked, fearing the worst. then, she saw all your favourite items that you had left behind at the old tower were gone and she knew you had left. at first wanda was hurt that you had run away, but hurt soon turned to anger and she found herself resenting you for leaving her to deal with her grief on her own.

“wanda, you need to set westview free, you need to set yourself free.” you spoke quietly, head raising to meet your sister’s gaze. however, before wanda could reply her front door burst open to reveal a dark haired woman.

“agnes? is everything alright? are tommy and billy okay?” wanda asked worriedly as the two of you separated to face her. your eyes narrowed as you stared at the newcomer, something in your gut was screaming at you to run but before you could act upon your instinct, agnes snapped her fingers and the three of you were in a dark basement. a purple glow blinded you, unfamiliar magic grabbing at your subconscious as it tried to pull you under. what’s going on? you wondered as you tried to push her magic back but with no success. why isn’t my magic working? you tried your hardest to stay awake, vaguely hearing wanda scream your name before the darkness finally consumed you.

when you finally woke up, you saw wanda standing above you in a red leather outfit. wanda sighed in relief as she helped you sit up and she started to talk about the lady from before. how agnes was actually agatha harkness, an old witch who wanted to steal wanda’s magic. with one hand wrapped around wanda’s waist to steady yourself, you pressed a hand to your abdomen and thankfully it seemed like your powers had returned as your healing helped rid the last bit of the dark magic lingering in your system.

“what about vision? your kids?” you asked wanda, noting how she seemed to stiffen a little at your question. before you could apologise and retract it, she replied.

“because i created them with the hex.. when i closed the hex i lost them.” you could hear the heavy grief behind her words, she had created the hex to reunite with vision but now she had not just him, but her kids too.

what is grief if not love persevering, the words vision shared with the two of you all those years ago when you had lost pietro seemed to echo in your mind. love isn’t supposed to be like this, you thought bitterly as wanda and you exited the basement into the harsh light of the day.

if grief is what it to takes to persevere love even when it seems as if all hope is lost, you rather not love at all. the urge to run off again was real, to distance yourself from everyone so you would never have to feel love again and in turn never have to grieve someone else. but it seemed as if your thoughts were loud, loud enough for wanda to tighten to her grip on you before speaking.

“please don’t leave me again.” wanda pleaded, she kept losing her family, her loved ones. she was tired of the grief.

“well.. what now?” you asked wanda when you two stopped in the street, turning slightly to face your older sister- the scarlet witch is what agatha had called her. (apparently you were the sapphire witch but, that’s a story for another day)

“i have a place in a mind.” wanda replied, the hand that wasn’t around your waist moved to grasp your free one tightly. her eyes were begging you to follow her, to stay with her and you could feel your resolve crumbling. wanda needed you now more than ever, and if you were being honest, you needed her too. you missed your big sister.

“let’s go then.” you replied softly, moving to plant a small kiss on wanda’s forehead. with a flash of her magic, you were soon clothed in an outfit similar to wanda, just that it was dark royal blue. hoods appeared above both you heads before the two of you flew up and away from westview.

-

tucked away safely in a cottage in the middle of nowhere, you and wanda worked on repairing your relationship. the two of you learned about each other’s grief and now you had each other, meaning neither of you had to face grief alone again. love might come hand in hand with grief, for when you love someone fiercely, losing them will bring upon indescribable pain. but when you cuddled up to wanda at the end of the day, exchanging soft “i love you”s before falling asleep in the protective embrace of your older sister, you realised just how much you had missed love. so you decided that you weren’t going to let it go ever again, as grief wasn’t the only thing that can persevere love.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff angst #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff needs a hug

[astronartists-writes]

Helloooo:)

May i request a Twice reaction to their Fem! s.o being protective of them?(like in a healthy way, not possessive)

Have a good day:3

a/n: i was so excited when you sent me this because it was super early that i got this from when i posted everything else.

hope this turned out okay!

Masterlist

TWICE with a protective s/o

TW: mentions of sasaengs, mentioned worries about toxicity

CW: none! :)

fem!reader, race unspecified :)

Park Jihyo

when you first showed her your protectiveness, she was a little worried that you might end up being overbearing

but as time went by, and you were super chill about her living her own life, she realized that you weren’t someone she should be concerned about.

you were perceptive to her feelings, so the second she seemed uncomfortable, you would shoot a nasty glare at whatever was making her feel so

usually it was sasaengs

sometimes it was her stage outfits

the glare was always the first warning

if the glare didn’t work on people, you’d wrap an arm around her as a second warning.

if those warnings didn’t work, you’d start responding in place of Jihyo, your tone flat and dismissive

she thought it was hilarious

it eased any anxiety she might feel

because The Glare can’t really work on an outfit,

you would usually offer her your jacket, or would carry a small blanket around to cover her legs with while she sits

you always made sure to ask if she wanted your jacket or the blanket, giving her a choice of rejection

she’s an independent adult, and you treated her as such

you’ve got her back, and she feels safe when you’re around.

Im Nayeon

i feel like nayeon would be protective of her s/o as well,

so you being protective wouldn’t faze her.

it’s just natural

you always asked her if she was feeling uncomfortable with something, and did everything you could to help her fix it if she was

you could honestly be her personal security guard, you were that effective.

you once practically threw a bitch that was getting a little too close, and she was scared at the time, but laughed a lot when the video surfaced

all of twice’s stage outfits are kind of ridiculous sometimes, and you often complained about the discomfort of not only nayeon, but the other members as well

you knew how uncomfortable clothing that showed a lot of skin could be — especially short skirts,

so you empathized, even going to managers to ask if it was really necessary for the members to wear certain things

she felt very loved when you showed her your protectiveness, and always made sure to make you feel loved, too

Yoo Jeongyeon

personally feeling very protective of jeongyeon right now, hope she’s feeling lots better

so you make sure to give her plenty of space, asking questions once, and not pressuring her for an answer if she couldn’t give you one.

you treated her the way you treated everyone else,

only really being protective of the way people spoke to and/or about her

if you felt something was uncalled for, you immediately told the person who said it off,

sometimes you ordered them to apologize,

sometimes you told them calmly that what they said wasn’t very nice, and gave them a disapproving stare

tbh, not many instances happened where you had to tell them off,

so you tried to express your care for her in other ways

like making her food, getting her tea, sharing your clothes

jeongyeon would tell you clearly if you were to cross a boundary, and you would immediately make sure to never cross it again in order to avoid being possessive

she felt comfortable with you

you never once made her feel bad for not liking something, or not wanting something to be done,

so she was able to openly communicate with you with little to no fears

Hirai Momo

momo liked the two of you doing your own thing for the most part

being independent together was nice

she liked being able to depend on each other for things as well, though

like emotional support, and someone to always have her back

one of her favorite things was seeing you get protective

it usually happened at the smaller things, not the bigger things because you couldn’t be around for many of the big things

like if a bee or a wasp got too close to her, you were right there to move her out of the way

if you saw her shoelace untied, you’d get down and tie it for her so she wouldn’t trip

if you saw someone look at her in a way you didn’t like, you would put an arm around her out of the need to make sure they didn’t try anything harmful

she wasn’t helpless, but it felt nice to show her she could rely on you if she needed to.

Minatozaki Sana

because of her cuteness, you often felt very protective of her

however, we all know that sana is not innocent

she’s an adult, y’know

anyway

at first, she was a little irritated at how protective you could be

you were far more obvious about it than subtle

after a while, she got used to it, and thought about how you didn’t question her choices

you didn’t even try to control her

she liked it a lot

you liked to latch onto her arm in public when there were a lot of people, and she enjoyed holding your waist, poking you in the side every once in a while to get a cute little giggle out of you

the display of protection she liked the most was you tugging down a skirt if you thought it was riding up too much

she liked that you didn’t want anyone to even see the safety shorts, especially when you explained that you just didn’t want her to feel embarrassed if someone posted pictures online

usually when you did something protective, you tried to make it playful.

every once in a while, you’d poke her butt when you pulled her dress down

Myoui Mina

you weren’t protective of her too often because she’s not a very social person,

but you took every opportunity you could

mostly on days she was on stage or doing other activities and you were with her

she stayed home the rest of the time, and while she used to be mostly alone, having you around was something much appreciated

because you were mostly in the safety of your own home, you usually were protective about comments on the internet

she would look through them for things she could improve on — some people left some pretty good constructive criticism

but there would always be hate comments

it’s something to expect from being in the industry

not everyone is going to like you, and the people who don’t can be very cruel

she had learned to mostly not take comments about her personally,

but if you happened to glance at what she was doing out of curiosity and found a comment you didn’t like,

you’d get a little peeved

you’d tell her that she should mute those comments so she wouldn’t see them anymore

this resulted in a very brief argument, where you quickly apologized for the misunderstanding

and explained that you just didn’t want her to feel bad

she thought about it a little and nodded, thanking you for the concern, but explaining that the comments didn’t really get to her

so you’d shyly request to read them with her, dragging the people that left mean comments through the dirt

it made her laugh

if someone dared to say something about her in front of you, though... all hell would break loose.

your protectiveness in public only occurred when the members were being mobbed

you’d hold her hand to make sure she didn’t get pulled away, shooting glares every which way.

your protectiveness made her laugh in private, and made her feel safe in public

Kim Dahyun

you only really protected dahyun when she was frightened or startled at first

which was quite frequent

but after a while, you found yourself saying you’d go before her in things she was nervous about

and then even in things she wasn’t nervous about

the urge to keep her safe was just really strong at that point

she was never actually bugged about it

she liked having a doting girlfriend to hide behind

she even stepped in a few times when you looked nervous, too, eager to keep you feeling safe

she would not be able to do much for you while at high places, though

so even if you were also scared, you’d just clutch her hand and shakily walk with her across area that seemed sketchy.

she gave you a kiss every time you stopped,

and that motivated you enough to keep going

after the hell of high places, she wouldn’t let go of you, trying to show you just how grateful she was by praising you and comforting you

you didn’t feel so scared at the end of it, though

she was grateful for your protectiveness, and was just as protective of you

Son Chaeyoung

she is tiny, so it would be easier to lose her in a crowd than others

she’s responsible enough to not get lost, but you liked to hold her hand just in case

our chaengie is playful,

and so sometimes she’s a little bit too focused on messing around with you to notice potential danger

like a car coming down the narrow road

so you’d tug her out of the way, continuing your conversation without another thought

she usually payed a lot of attention to her surroundings, so the fact that she didn’t realize there was a car was surprising.

you didn’t mention it because you were just keeping her safe, but she was very flustered

if the weather suddenly got colder than expected, you always had a hoodie and a jacket on you

as soon as you saw her shivering,

you’d shed your jacket and hoodie, handing the hoodie to her wordlessly before putting your jacket back on.

you didn’t want her to get sick

she never gave that hoodie back, but she always brought it with her after that.

when people had you on edge, you wouldn’t leave her side

if they were decidedly too much, you’d hold her hand,

and if you really didn’t like a person, you’d straight up just tug her away from them with you (if they followed, you’d totally bark at them)

Chaeyoung found your protectiveness romantic, and wouldn’t trade it for anything

Chou Tzuyu

Tzuyu can hold her own pretty well

she can be quiet, and intimidating, so you weren’t actually protective in a way that people other than her could see

you stayed next to her when you were together, keeping it normal looking if she seemed endangered by anyone

if she needed to get out of a situation, she’d tap your wrist two times and you would get her out of there by any means.

she wasn’t allowed to be mean because of her job, but you could be as mean as you felt needed

another way you were protective was reporting harmful comments and/or posts to JYP directly

always under an anonymous alias

sometimes the two of you would end up looking through rumors and laughing at the ridiculous ones

like a secret boyfriend

that one you screenshot and sent to Tzuyu, who sent it to the group chat for the TWICE members so you could all scoff at it

when you asked if she felt overwhelmed by anything you did, she denied it

she felt comfortable when she was around you. she found your protectiveness sweet.

#twice reactions #twice jihyo #twice nayeon #twice jeongyeon #twice momo #twice sana #twice mina #twice dahyun #twice chaeyoung #twice tzuyu #twice x reader #jihyo x reader #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon x reader #momo x reader #sana x reader #mina x reader #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu x reader

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Omg how bad were the screenshots?? Is it bad in a good way?? Like "this can't be interperted in any other way except romance angst"????

Scratch that. I just saw the thing.... like 12 times now and I'm lost right now. I for some reason wasn't at all prepared and I've seen only the 2nd half of it. gonna say that it's like whatever you expect, just expect more.

Saying this without exagerating this is to this day the most emotional scene of free! (and thats after watching half of it). It's the way its made that a killer tbh. Haru just plainly shocked me, but this one moment about Rin no one explained to me that shot me in the heart.

The song there. OMFG the song!! to say its fucking intense is to say nothing, its very emotional, like heart-wrenching and dark. Its not any usual music ost or anything. It's soooo good, like holy shit.

I'll try to explain gradually and in details what happened and why it felt how it felt to me. So if you don't want spoilers don't read after this.

I've seen since the moment when Haru is "trapped inside the crossroad gates" yelling "stop this, I'm begging you!" to evil!self, but on the outside he very cold and calmly says "after all.. you always suddenly disappear". Rin is shocked, the moment when he cries next to the pool and they go separate ways flashes before his eyes. It's seen that he's hurt. He gets upset and angry and grabs Haru and goes "teme, I... I... I..." but he can't seem to force himself to finish. Evil!Haru has no remorse in his eyes, flashbacks start of how Haru felt, when Rin left, what they show (I exactly remade the montage shot by shot) this:

and here's what killed me there... Rin is holding him and he looks like he's about to cry and song goes "what do you want? what do you want?". Flashbacks are shown in between Rin's eyes looking at Haru and with the song lyrics it looks like he understands how much damage he had done that time and he doesn't know how to fix it asking again and again "what do you want me to do?". Despite Haru's words, flashbacks are shown 3 times and only about that one particular time he left after returning to Australia aka the only one where Rin knows about the fact that he hurt Haru (so yes, he doesn't realize what Haru is saying), he understood it like the pain he caused him might never be forgotten and he was so lost for a moment there that I myself with Haru wanted to scream "no, please, I'm begging you, stop".

So he just lets Haru go, takes a step back and quitely says "I thought you understood". Haru goes back to normal self and looks panicked, Rin turns to leave, this reflection of small Rin leaving appears in Haru's eyes and he's frozen in fear. Rin then says "I was happy to swim in a relay with you", sounds like a goodbye.

Then he stops for a bit and goes "You can go on and become stronger, Haru. It doesn't concern me anymore." Haru starts hyperventilating, screams "Rin, wait", but Rin already can't hear him, then you can hear how Haru's heartbeat goes insanely loud and he falls to his knees, grabbing his chest and says "it hurts". "Albert" stands over him and Haru says "why" and starts crying.

I'm just gonna say that it's like... it just hits you with something I can't quite describe and I'm saying without seeing the first part about "it'd be better if you'd never appeared in my life in the first place".

It's also incredibly well done and it's extra sad from both parts, I just didn't expect some things, thats all.

And yeah, I do not see the point of denying the fact that they love each other. The fact that they both so sure its unrequited is murders me tbh.

I finally understood Rin and why he left. Before I was like "there's nothing that can make me go 'I get it'", but now I'm like... "I get it". There's another reason behind it. Not the fact that someone hurt his pride or that Haru misunderstood his intentions about dropping free and that he did it for them. I've seen it differently, at least. Although I agree with Rin himself, he's still an idiot.

Haru is in pain you've never seen him before. All in all, it's both incredible and fucking horrible. And it was too much for real. It leaves you with this feeling of... idk even.

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #free! the final stroke #free! #rin matsuoka #haruka nanase #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka #sharkbait #I can't quite analyse fully bc I want to see the 1st part too #but this now i get it yeah #this is awful #and it's so painful to watch #and I want this song now like right now #Haru crying on his knees killed me #I wanna die

[hercleverboy]

can i please get your take on 25 from the general prompts and 33 from angst? omg please make it a happy ending if possible. i'm just a sucker for angsty fluff tbh!

wc ↠ 1.7k 

this one really took on a mind of it’s own but here you go! and it does have a happy ending, fret not. also it’s like wayyyy to long to even be classed as a blurb but whatever

General #25 ↠ “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Then who does she belong with?” “..With me.”

Angst #33 ↠ “I was happier with you.”

The day that Spencer broke her heart was one she would never forget. 

He’d been acting off lately. He pulled away when she tried to kiss him, turned his back to her when they went to bed each night, only answered with few words whenever she tried to speak to him. 

She knew it was over before he even said the words. 

“I can’t keep doing this.” He murmured one day, and Y/N sucked in a breath, preparing herself. “Me being away so often...It’s hurting you. I can see it. And you deserve so much better than that.”

She shook her head, moving toward him. “Please don’t do this, Spencer. Yes, I get a little upset when you’re away but that’s because I love you! I miss you when you’re gone!” She cried, “But that just makes the time we do spend together so much better.” 

“I love you too.” He paused, tears burning in his eyes. He was doing this for her, she’d understand that one day. “Which is why I have to let you go.”

and that was it.

Y/N moved out of their shared home, the house once filled with such light and warmth and happiness was now empty and cold and dark and Spencer had no one else to blame but himself. 

He did love her, very much so, and it was because of that that he no longer wanted to be the cause of her pain. No matter how much she played it off, smiled through her upset, laughed even though her heart would ache without him by her side- he could see right through her. She deserved better than him, than the limited life he could give her. At least, that’s what he thought at the time. He’d never regretted a decision more than that one. 

Six months later, JJ and Will got married in a beautiful starlit wedding in Rossi’s garden, surrounded by great friends and family. Friends- one of which was Y/N. Now Spencer thought about it, of course Y/N was going to be there. She was very close with JJ, and it was that fact that had led to the two meeting in the first place. 

Now, Spencer watched from across the garden in awe as she smiled and laughed with the bride. She’d never looked so beautiful, her melodic laugh radiating the warm energy that he’d missed so badly. He felt hope swell in his chest. A part of him that prayed to anyone that was listening that perhaps he’d be allowed a second chance, the opportunity to repent for the biggest mistake he’d ever made. 

All hope was abandoned when he saw a man he didn’t recognise come up behind Y/N, his hand resting on her hip as he handed her a drink, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

She’d brought a date. 

His breath caught in his throat, rapidly blinking his eyes to rid them of tears that were brewing faster than he could clear them. Morgan, who Spencer had been mid-conversation with, paused. 

“You ok, Kid?” 

Spencer nodded a little too quickly, clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, I’m fine. Would you just excuse me a moment?” He stammered before turning and making his way inside the house, away from the worried eyes of his team. 

Morgan looked across the garden, catching JJ’s eye. She gave him a concerned look, to which he shrugged. JJ excused herself from the conversation she was having, walking over to Morgan. 

“Where’d Spence run off to?” 

“Not a clue, but I think it has something to do with that.” Morgan sighed, tipping his beer bottle in the direction of Y/N, who was laughing happily whilst dancing with her date. 

JJ gave Morgan a sad smile before heading off into the house, walking down numerous hallways trying to find which room Spencer had gone into. She eventually found a room where the door was slightly ajar, knocking gently before pushing it open. “Spence?” 

Spencer was sat on one of the chairs in the room with his back to the door, soft sobs coming from him, his shoulders shaking. At the sound of JJ’s voice, he sprung up from the chair with a sniff, hand wiping at his eyes as though he could convince her he wasn’t crying at all. “JJ! Hey, uh, sorry, I just- I needed a moment.” 

She waved her hand, giving him a soft smile. “You don’t have to apologise. You want to tell me what’s going on?” 

Spencer sighed, plopping back down into the chair as JJ came and took a seat beside him. “Did you see the date Y/N brought?” He asked quietly. 

JJ hummed. “I did. He’s nice.” She commented, not wanting to rub salt in the wound. “Is that why you’re so upset?” 

“Yes, of course that’s why I’m upset. I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go and now I might lose her.” He cried, voice raising. “She doesn’t belong with him!”

“Then who does she belong with?”

His shoulders dropped, eyes finally meeting JJ’s. “...With me.”

JJ sighed, shaking her head. “You broke up with her, Spence!”

“I know I did, but it wasn’t because I stopped loving her!” 

“You can’t have it both ways! Either you want her, or you don’t!” JJ exclaimed. “Is she the one you want, yes or no?” 

“Yes.” He spoke so surely, his tone so certain that it made JJ grin. 

“Good! So, go out there and fix it!” 

Spencer nodded, scrambling toward the door with a quick ‘thank you!’ as he went. 

Once he was back in the garden, he headed over towards Morgan who greeted him with a small smile. “JJ knock some sense into you?” 

Spencer rolled his eyes at the comment but nodded nonetheless. “Could you do me a favour?” 

Morgan nodded, placing his beer down on the tabletop of the bar with a grin. “You want me to distract the date? You got it Pretty Boy, but you owe me one.” He smirked, narrowing his eyes playfully at his friend before heading in Y/N’s direction. 

Spencer watched the three speak as he fiddled with his thumbs, anxiously trying to figure out what he was going to say when a less than sober Penelope Garcia stumbled her way toward him, what must be her fourth (maybe fifth?) glass of champagne in her hand. 

“Reid! Have you seen my chocolate thunder? Cause you know I’ve been looking for him for a while now and- hold on a minute, you’re up to something!” She deduced, wagging an accusatory finger at him. 

“What, no I am not!” Spencer exclaimed, his tone getting higher in pitch like it always did when he was lying. 

“Oh, you so are! What’s going on?” She whined, making Spencer grin. 

“Okay okay. You wanna help?” He leaned in, explaining to her what Morgan was doing. 

Penelope let out a gasp, nodding happily. “That’s so exciting. I can totally help.” She moved over to where Morgan had struck up conversation with Y/N’s date, her loud voice catching both the men’s attention. 

Spencer let out a chuckle, Garcia was certainly a good distraction. 

When he saw Y/N was stood alone, he knew that was his shot. He shook all the negativity from his head, running his finger through his hair in attempt to look as presentable as possible before making his way over. 

“Y/N?” 

When she looked over and saw him, it was as though her heart was broken all over again. She’d made a good job of ignoring him thus far but couldn’t find it in her to be cold to him, despite everything that had happened. 

“Hi Spencer.” She gave a little smile. 

He bit his lip, his mind racing. “Do you think- maybe we could talk?” 

It would’ve been in her best interest to say no, to tell him that she didn’t want to speak to him, but she couldn’t. Even if she didn’t want to admit it, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself otherwise, her heart still beat for him. 

She nodded, allowed him to lead her to a quieter part of the garden, away from the eyes of others so they could talk. “What’s up?” 

Spencer froze in that moment. Now that he had her there, what was he supposed to say? With all the thoughts flooding his head, where did he start? 

He tried desperately to form the words, but nothing left his lips. 

“I thought you said you wanted to talk?” She sighed. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head, beginning to walk away when Spencer gently grabbed her arm.

“Wait!” He called, cringing at how demanding he sounded. He knew he had to say something, anything to make her stay and listen. “I was happier with you.”

She looked back at him, eyes wide. “What?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t know how much I regret what I told you that day. I thought that I was keeping you safe by letting you go. I thought I was being selfless, but I wasn’t. It was selfish of me to do that without even considering trying to talk it out with you first, without allowing any room for your feelings or concerns.” He breathed out in one go, his words quick and filled with shame. “I know that things might never be the same, but I want to try. I love you, so much.” He whimpered, dropping his hold on her arm.

Her face softened, as she reached down to grip one of his hands in hers. She gave a light-hearted chuckle, one that contrasted the tears welling in her eyes. “I think we have a lot to talk about, huh?”

Spencer chuckled a little too, thumb rubbing over her skin. “Yeah, I guess we do.”

She sniffled. “This doesn’t mean I’m not still angry, cause I am.”

He nodded, looking down at their joint hands. “That’s okay, you have every right to be.”

“It might take a while, but I’m willing to try.” She confirmed, giving a small smile at how Spencer’s face lit up. “But I swear to god Spencer, this is your last chance.”

“I know, I know.” He grinned, giving her hands a squeeze. “One last chance is all I’ll need.”

and he was right.

#kate writes blurbs☘️ #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #mgg x reader #mgg #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds

[realcube]

randomly falling asleep with hq!! characters 💤

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thank you anon for this cute request!

characters: ushijima, tsukishima & yachi 

content warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assault 

thank you to anon for this cute request

wakatoshi ushijima

♡ he shows affection in his own...special way 😊

♡ by that, i mean that if you fall asleep while sitting next to him and he thinks you look cute, he’ll just stare (●__●)

♡ like deadass if he was anyone else, it’d be creepy as hell but he’s your bf so-

♡ he stares bc not only do you look precious, but he doesn’t want to touch you as he’s afraid that he might wake you up

♡ though, if you’re in public (like sitting next to him on the train) he might gently put his arm around your shoulders to make sure that onlookers know that you’re safe with him

♡ also, it only takes one time for him to catch on to your habit of disappearing and falling asleep in the most unconventional places and istg he is the BEST at guessing where you are - it’s a gift

♡ like he’ll arrive home and if you’re not there to immediately greet him with kisses, he’ll take a moment - let him boyfriend senses take over and walk him over to whatever room is giving him ✨(y/n) vibes✨, open the door and there is a 99% chance you are in that room sleeping 

♡ and he probably got it right first guess (which is a pretty big deal considering y’alls house resembles a sims fkn mansion made with motherload money)

♡ he’ll open the door to the storage cupboard to find you sleeping with the mr muscle spray and it’s such a shame bc he was going to be a clown and make a ‘why are you cheating on me?’ joke but you were in REM sleep 🙄

♡ or he’ll walk in to the conservatory and see you laying in the fetal position on the floor and that is the ONLY time he interferes with your sleep bc he doesn’t want you to fuck up your back 🥺

♡ like he has an obsession with your posture - like if you are slouched he will tell you to stand up straight or if you are sitting hunched in a chair, he’ll creep up behind you to start massaging your shoulders while fixing your posture 

♡ not to be rude though- just bc he cares

♡ also, he never questions how you end up falling asleep in the most random of places, he just goes with it 

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ushijima sighed as he hung up his jacket, realising that this was one of those days were you won’t come scurrying to the front door to greet him with kisses and instead he had to hunt through in search of you. although, it wasn’t much of a hunt considering his gut instinct said you’d be in the study room and there you were, cuddled up by the bookshelf. 

however, your back was hunched over in way that didn’t look to comfortable so ushijima thought it was his duty to transport you to somewhere that there was a lot more appropriate and fit for sleeping.

so he gently slipped one hand behind your back and the other under your knees to slowly pick you up and carry you to your shared bedroom. is efforts may have been in vain though as he noticed one of your lids flutter open out of the corner of his eye, “good afternoon, sweetheart.” he hummed, steadily shifting his hand from your back to the back of your head to tenderly caress your cheek with his thumb as you cuddled into his chest. “are you awake?”

“No.” you groaned.

“Shame, I was going to suggest going out for walk on the beach--”

“I’m awake! Let’s go!” 

kei tsukishima 

♡ he probably calls you lazy but he’s really just jealous of how well you can sleep

♡ coz he just lays in bed till 4AM staring at the ceiling 

♡ i imagine that if you were to fall asleep next to him in a crowded, bustling place - like on a train - he’d take off his headphones and clasp them over your ears so the loud announcements don’t wake you up  

♡ he doesn’t fall asleep on transport btw (not even planes) so don’t worry about missing your stop 

♡ though he’s not usually a fan of PDA, he’ll hold your hand without a second thought to lead you out the train when you’re still recovery from the post-sleep haze because of course he doesn’t want to lose you in the crowds of people or anything

♡ and if you have a cute lil sleepy face then he might take a picture but he’d probably edit the picture with snapchat or something and draw like a moustache on you, put a sarcastic caption or something then send it to you 

♡ (but he’d save an unedited version of the pic bc you’re adorable-)

♡ like tsukki leaves you on delivered most of the time on snapchat bc he believes if you have something important to say, you’ll just message him normally but the rare occasion you do get a snap from him, don’t get your hopes up bc there is a 99% it’s just something like a picture of you with a drawn on crown and the caption ‘sleeping beauty 🙄’ 

♡ ‘so you think i’m a beauty 🥺’

♡ then he leaves you on read

♡ he will not carry you under any circumstances in public btw

♡ and at home, if you were to fall asleep on the couch next to him while y’all were watching a movie, there’s a 50/50 that’d he carry you to bed 

♡ but if he doesn’t take you to bed, he’ll set down a pillow for you on the couch and shift you around so you were laying in a more comfortable position, then drape a blanket over you 

♡ in regards to when he comes back from work, you’re usually already asleep in bed - but there is one time that you were not in the bedroom, and he still teases you for it until this day 

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most of the time, you’re sound asleep in bed by the time gets home but tonight you weren’t - in fact, you were no where to be seen. he had searched everywhere, called your phone multiple time and he looked at your schedule, but it appeared as though you were supposed to home right now - so hours, he was sitting fretfully on the couch, contemplating calling the police.

however, all his distressed pacing really worked up an appetite so he poked his head into the pantry to grab a snack but his soul almost left his body when he noticed you laying on the floor, fast asleep, with the cat curled up in your arms. who he didn’t even noticed was missing lol

usually, he wouldn’t even think of waking you up but the rage and shock that shot through his body resulted in him barking out, “what the fuck?! what are you doing here?! i’ve been looking all over this damn house for you and--”

he was cut off by the cat springing out of your arms from the surprising sharpness of his voice and scurrying off, leaving you confused on the floor on the pantry, half asleep, wondering how you got here and why tsukishima was yelling at you? “hm? what’s wrong, sweetie?” you hummed, rubbing your eyes while tilting your head up to look at his tall, slender figure looming over you in the doorway.

as much as tsukishima wanted to stay mad at you, upon noticing how cute your bedhead was along with how soft your voice was, he quickly realised that there was no way he could continue yelling you. so instead, he scoffed and slowly kneeled down to sit next to you on the floor, looking at you with kind yet concerned eyes as he inquired, “why were you sleeping in the pantry?”

it took you a moment to try and remember but once you did, you blurted out, “oh, berry was having trouble sleeping.” yes your cat is called berry. don’t question it. her full name is strawberry tsukishima shortcake. “so i cuddled with her in her favourite sleeping spot and she slept like a baby. but i guess i did too.” yo chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

tsukishima mentally cursed you out as he was expecting a silly explanation but shit that’s cute. why does he lowkey want to join y’all next time?

hitoka yachi

♡ gsrbtrhryh she gets so flustered and nervous when you fall asleep with her

♡ and she always does tbh bc she has no idea what to do 

♡ like she thinks you look so precious and angelic so she really wants to take a picture and - if she thinks you’d be okay with it - she clicks a photo and probably sets it as her background or posts it on her private story

♡ she is just so head over heels for you tbh that everything you do just astounds her 

♡ she just stares at you like ◉_◉ for half an hour bc you are so beautiful then something inside her just prompts her to lean in and just *mwah* and at first she is quite satisfied bc she has expressed her affection 

♡ but then a few seconds later her soul just leaves her body and guilt just washes over her 

♡  ‘OMG I JUST ASSULTED MY OWN S/O’

♡ she feels horrible 

♡ this close 👌 to calling the police on herself

♡ when you wake up, prepare to be bombarded with her apologies 

♡ once you reassure that it’d fine bc it was just a lil peck on the cheek and she is your girlfriend after all, it brings her the slightest peace of mind

♡ so you peck her cheek while she is asleep to call it evens and that basically fixes it 

♡ but anyway, she is so careful around you when you sleep - like she will literally do the most just to ensure that she doesn’t interrupt your REM sleep

♡ however, that can lead to extremely sticky situations - like the first time you ever fell asleep around her 

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You were on the 5th movie of your barbie movie marathon when she looked over and noticed you had fallen asleep half way through, so she immediately paused it so the noise wouldn’t wake you up. This was the first time she had ever seen you sleep and she felt somewhat flattered that you felt safe enough around her to be vulnerable - even though, yachi never really considered herself to be a rather daunting or intimidating person.

she couldn’t help but just sit and admire you for a few minutes before realising that she should probably transport you to somewhere more comfortable as you were currently sitting next to her on the pink beanbag in her room. and although  it was kinda comfy, the preferable alternative - her bed - was only a few feet away.

so she knew what she had to do.

she hopped to her feet and before she did anything too hasty, she stretched to ensure that she wouldn’t pull a muscle while doing what she was about to try. she inhaled deeply before crouching down - instead of bending over as she remembered what coach ukai had told her, ‘lift with your legs!’ - then snaking her arms under your torso and knees.

then, she sprung back up and immediately rushed over to the bed as even though you weren’t too heavy, she was afraid that if she held you for too long, you’d wake up. so once she reach the foot of her bed, she tossed you on so your neck was being supported by her soft pillow and yanked her duvet over you. 

she gazed lovingly down at your cozy figure laying on her bed and she couldn’t help but smile.

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima x y/n #tsukishima fluff #haikyu x reader #tsukishima x reader #ushijima fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu!! #yachi x reader #ushijima scenarios #ushijima x you #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima headcanons #tsukishima hcs #yachi fluff #yachi x you #yachi x y/n #yachi hcs #ushijima imagine #ushijima headcanons #ushijima hcs #👾fluff

[redwinterroses]

RIIIIIIIIIGHT SO.

I just finished chapter 13 of Dog At The Door and holy hot cross buns batman if you're not reading this fic you NEED to. It's literally one of the best written fics I have ever read in my life and I've been reading fanfiction for over 15 years, lol.

I went back and reread the entire fic to lead up to chapter 13 and I decided to treat it like I used to treat things I had to read in college so I took notes as I went and please I am warning you this post is incredibly long. Almost 3k words. PLEASE do not hit that "read more" button unless you're good with having to scroll past it all and also spoilers ahead. Proceed with caution.

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Rereading Dog at the Door reactions (spoilers, obviously):

· Doc finding Ren’s body to be cold and for a second thinking he’s actually dead—my heart

· “That’s Ren, alive and kicking.” Oh…no, Doc. No it’s not.

· The first “Where is my hand?” hits different the second time through

· Gah the ice and winter imagery ALL over the place—my English degree brain wants to watch and see if that shifts to warmth at any point as we go? Thoughts for future Red to think.

· It’s fascinating to me to see Doc constantly thrust into the prey role. This is a guy who is very much not that person normally, but something about the Red King is beyond anything he’s really encountered before—or at least not since Dinnerbone—and it pushes him into an entirely new role that he clearly chafes in

· “I should get back to work on your new arm soon,” he says, making a mental note to add claws to the fingertips. Honestly Doc why tho. XD

· “It feels like something Ren would want him to do.” </3

· Side note: I just watched Doc’s freaking hour long shulker farm vid, and that’s making it a lot easier to hear his voice in this fic

· I’m more curious about the hand.” New Ren laughs a bit at his own words, as though there’s something funny about that phrasing. I MISSED THIS LINE THE FIRST TIME THROUGH

· The bead curtain being cursed hippie treasure XD

· The fact that Doc just so quickly accepts that Ren is gone—maybe not permanently, but at least for now—is kind of heartbreaking. Because you know he hasn’t really accepted it, he’s just… deciding not to feel anything about it. Just nod and move on and pretend you don’t need to stop and cope with the possible/probable death of your best friend and the fact that Someone Else is wearing his skin. That’s so sad.

· “high-fiving the finished hand with his own metal hand.” Aww… Doccy.

· “He shoos away the images of New Ren holding him up by the throat supervillain-style and turns around.” Hmmmmmmm want that fanart. Scary New Ren/RK is good stuff. (post-chapter-13 Red popping in with a WHAT THE HECK)

· “that makes him seem like a ghost in Ren’s body.” YA KNOW. LIKE HE IS.

· Okay side note time: why is the Red King here? Ya know? Like – in 3rdLife the idea of a possessing spirit of bloodlust makes some sense. But why stick around? Was RK trying to escape the 3L server, or was this not deliberate? At what point did he take over from Ren—at Black Heart Altar? In which case, was the whole idea Ren’s to begin with, or was he influenced? Maybe it happened the first time Ren died? The Red King took over then—or at least started to? Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts…

· Wait more theories—what if RK is connected to the ????? entity that spoke to Martyn when he died? In which case, cMartyn said he was considering making that canonically a Watcher (he ended up not doing it, but he also didn’t do anything that contradicted it either). I’m not saying RK is a Watcher… but boy he sure does stare a lot, don’t he.

· Holding the screwdriver like a dagger—mmmm

· Okay funny thought: all this frost, RK’s gonna need to be real careful about rust lol. And straining the metal, tbh, all that freezing and thawing is going to have an effect but the rust idea is making me laugh

· Until I realized it would look like blood and it’s not funny anymore

· “Renbob is in the beanbag stuffed next to the driver’s seat” right so is this where Renbob sleeps because I have been wondering—

· “something about having two people look like Ren when neither of them are makes Doc stop to take a shaky breath” *sob*

· “Renbob clears his throat, looking up at Doc with a smile that is so obviously fake that it hurts.” Ugh the LOT of you stop repressing everything you’ll give yourselves a collective hernia

· “he’ll probably have to break the news to the other hermits, too, Iskall and False and all the others.” All these painful lines I somehow missed the first time through

· Awww warm air comes in when Renbob opens the door—with the flowers and everything, Renbob is so easily associated with spring, I love this contrast.

· Aaand there it is, yup, RK is shocked to see his face on Renbob, and Renbob is shocked to see that this is so clearly Not Ren.

· They both recover pretty quickly, though. Survivors, both of them.

· RK calls Renbob their “ferryman” and I’m not sure if I was supposed to get “crossing the river Styx” vibes from that But I Did. (does RK think he’s dead? That they’re all dead?) (post-chapter-13 Red here with a little bit of wordless screaming.) (and also a bit of pride that I picked up on this.)

· “And what a help you’ve been! Fixing me up, replacing my hand.” Hi yes, 911? there’s a dagger stabbed into my feels.

· “he’d rather remember rage than see another person’s heart break.” Dang that’s such a raw line. Oof.

· ”the Red King says, his voice hoarse with tears.” Really interesting that this blood deity can feel such emotions—like, anger or even fear, I can get. But to see this entity upset to the point of tears is fascinating.

· “There is a crown on Doc’s workbench.” Right, yeah so like—is RK unwillingly manifesting these artifacts? Because that’s wild, man. …how long before he manifests an “enchanter”?

· “I’ve never seen it [the crown] clean before.” Okay that definitely implies that maybe RK didn’t come around until after Black Heart Altar?

· “The Red King has the crown in his lap when Doc turns back around, claws gently tracing over the engravings, leaving frost patterns behind.” I really wish I had art skills because there’s this image in my head of a drawing of the crown held in RK’s hands, with his face (one eye glowing, one in shadow) reflected in the surface, and frost patterns following behind a claw that’s daintily tracing the surface. But I can’t draw so—

· RK asks for a change of clothes. What was he wearing when they rescued him, I wonder? The Red King outfit with the fur capelet? Or Ren’s Stargazer outfit? Which begs the question: where does Stargazer fit into all this? Was Ren’s return to Hermitcraft RK free, but when he came so close to dying to Sith, RK found that as a gateway to take over? (Post-13 Red here, Looking Intently at this note.)

· Awww… the image of a one-legged RK clutching new clothes to his chest and hopping down to change in the bathroom… That’s weirdly endearing. He’s less menacing when he stands up somehow. Less lurking, maybe.

· Oooohhhhh he messed up his back sleeping on the floor. Gotcha.

· Doc keeps telling himself (and RK) that saving him and working on these parts is “the right thing to do” and while he’s not WRONG I just want to see him realize that it’s not only the right thing, it’s realistically the only thing, because if he didn’t, then he’d have to deal with the fact that he’s lost his best friend and we can’t have that.

· “I don’t need to eat” ummmmmm no hold on this definitely implies that RK is possessing a dead body and I’m not okay with that where is Ren

· LOLOL “I can’t stand to see [you do] this” is such a raw line to be about watching Doc eat cereal with his hands

· “The voice doesn’t belong to who he thinks it does.” Ugh, Doc. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a close friend to Something Else, something otherworldly.

· “All of them are waiting for him, waiting for him to do something more, something better—” aaand there it is. Doc’s characterization in this fic in a single sentence.

· Doc waking up and thinking he’s seeing Ren and RK’s hesitation and the gentle “I’m not Ren”—OH MY HEART

· RK’s coffee = Renbob’s friendship bracelets

· Randomly can I just say that I love how RK’s dialog is all in italics? It concerned me at first because I thought it was going to keep pulling me out of the narrative, but instead it really just feels right. Also I’m looking forward to the moment when he says something and it’s not in italics because it’s REN and oh my lands please give this to me I beg you (post-13 Red here with a bit more mindless screaming)

· “watch your tongue with me, Atlas, because I’m the one person you can pass the sky to.” Okay okay okay—English studies brain coming out. This suggests that there is a burden RK and Doc can share: something Doc is currently struggling against that only RK can help him with. In the moment, I don’t know if this is really fair of RK to say—after all, Doc does technically have Renbob too, if we’re just talking about Doc’s unhealthy coping mechanisms. In fact, if that’s the context, then Renbob is a much better fellow-Atlas because he and Doc have known each other much longer and they’re both dealing with the loss of Ren. BUT, knowing about the upcoming conversation where Doc and RK both realize that they’ve lost someone (Ren for Doc, Martyn for RK) this line suddenly has a lot more weight. Again, I don’t think that in that moment RK quite has the right to pull this zinger. But in later context, it turns out to be true after all. They are the only two with this particular shared pain.

· Doc upset with himself because he can’t get over his “stupid hang-ups” DOC MY LAD. “I’ve lost my best friend, you’re in his body, and I don’t know how to process any of these emotions” is not a “stupid hang-up” PLEASE stop blaming yourself for everything!?

· “I’m so tired” in the middle of his nightmare—oh my gosh. That hurts so much for some reason.

· I also very much wish I had the ability to draw the image of Doc with tears on his face, staring dead-eyed down at his workbench while RK looms over from behind, pinning his wrists to the table with one metal arm and one frost-bitten one, a look of exasperation and concern on his face. Why can’t I draw the things

· “How do you know Etho” “I watched him die.” OW ow ow ow ow

· Doc takes this as calmly as only someone used to living in a world where death has low consequences can. Oh. Oh—that means… huh. Doc isn’t used to losing people permanently on any basis, especially not death. So no wonder he doesn’t know how to process Ren being gone (I can’t bear to write “dead” there). He literally doesn’t have context for it… and what context he DOES have is like—I mean, Etho and Bdubs came back. Ouch.

· “Twenty-five.” The Red King makes the number sound like a threat. Yet another banger line I missed the first time through. Imagine waking up and thinking you’re in 3rd Life again but instead of 14 players there’s almost twice that many and you think you don’t know any of them.

· I still don’t quite understand the “when was etho added/should have known there was something different” bit or why RK is so emotional about it… but I have trust that it’ll make sense at some point. (post-13 Red: ...is this something about the fact that he thinks he's dead...so he thinks Etho has died before? Like, that 3rd Life wasn't Etho's first hardcore? ...I feel like I'm almost grasping this but I'm missing an element somewhere.)

· And now a sword. RK. My man. You need to stop manifesting things—especially when they scare the ever-living daylights out of you.

· I absolutely adore the in-universe lore that Fire Aspect is a PvP enchantment because it threatens dropped loot, and yeah I very well might steal that. (Along with something I read at one point who-even-knows-where that Knockback is a coward’s enchantment, because I love that too.)

· He really shouldn’t. / Doc picks up the sword by the scabbard and hands it to him, hilt extended. Doc you already trust this guy so much and you don’t even know it—but is it just because you still subconsciously trust the face he wears? Or is it something deeper?

· Ugh, the “I was supposed to kill someone for him” conversation/scene is SO FREAKING GOOD

· “I don’t want it. Not like the crown.” Why, though? Why doesn’t he want it? Because it’s more to do with death than kingship? OH. Oh, I hadn’t even considered that. I’ve been thinking of RK as this like, god of blood and vengeance but maybe he’s not. Maybe he hates the bloodshed (“the blood! It’s drippin’ in me eyes… I’ve been blinded by the violence…”) just as much—more?—than Ren did/would have. Huh. That’s a new facet.

· Oh my heart the “have you ever lost someone and it was your fault” line. Dagger to the feels. Dagger to the feels.

· This like… “I’m on a roll and even though I know I should stop I really don’t want to” mode? Man. That’s relatable. Especially when you’re working to avoid dealing with something else.

· “Not making it for you—it’s for Ren” oh ouch ouch ouch the denial suddenly breaks through it’s okay, Doc I’m with you on this

· The second time reading through it’s far clearer that Doc has a blind panic attack here—when he starts rambling that Ren’s coming back, he’ll be there for season eight and RK goes to…do whatever he was going to do and Doc just blanks out. The manic productivity should have been a warning sign, the poor guy is crumbling.

· “Doctor” and “he’s not sure he deserves that title right now” UGH Doc needs a hug someone please hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. Someone please hug me and tell me it’s all going to be okay.

· “his hand on his throat” over the scar from the Red Winter axe? </3

· “I did do that. I have done that.” RK admitting to it actually having been him in Doc’s nightmares?

· Okay sorry the conversation about beating Dinnerbone will never not be funny to me

· RK mentions that people used to call him m’lord or Ren, and then mere minutes later you have “Ren. You couldn’t save him because of me, could you?” He knows exactly what’s going on here. Not maliciously, but he’s no dense-head, he’s put the pieces together. (post-13 Red: MOST of the pieces. Most of them.)

· Watching Doc slowly stop fighting his nightmares—like, the first time, he fights. The second time, he accepts it but still struggles. And this time… this time he gives up before it even starts. That hurts, man.

· Good grief the whole “get my head chopped off” / “you really don’t want that” bit. O.O I’m not sure what emotion I’m feeling but I’m Feeling An Emotion.

· “Snow’s new. Dream’s not.” </3

· …Doc’s not gonna be a fan of snowier-snow after this trip…

· "Dr. M77" Actually he’s Doc Monster, RK, but we’ll let it go. XD

· OKAY BUT THIS EXCHANGE? The “how are you feeling” / “better” / “you’re a bad liar” / “I said better not great” that’s such a good exchange and I don’t know why every other time I’ve ever seen it used they stop at the lying accusation? Doc with the snappy comebacks, man.

· Aaah, Doc and RK, two establishment bros bonding over a shared disdain for hippies.

· The bit about the fella who wore an iron helmet and called it a powdered wig—fear is in my heart. *shoves Scar into an obsidian box and blocks it closed*

· “Who was Ren to you?” </3

· Doc is more than willing to spread the flames, to sear his loss into RK’s bones. / The king’s face stops him. Ren’s face stops him. Holy CRAP is that a good set of lines. So much going on there, and ALL of it good.

· Again. I wish I could draw. I would draw RK sitting on the edge of the bed, gently hugging a collapsed-in-on-himself Doc. </3

· “And I hate the devil that forced us apart, that mixed my blood with his.” *adds another layer to Scar’s obsidian fort*

· OKAY STARTING CHAPTER THIRTEEN I made the mistake of logging into Tumblr earlier and saw people screaming so I’m sure I’m not ready for this but here we go

· Oh no RK has been hippie-ified

· “You started a paramilitary organization because you have hay fever?” *dies laughing*

· Ugh I need to go back and watch s6 I’ve only seen the tail end of Mumbo’s side of things and there’s so much I don’t know.

· HAHAHAHAH I do know the trident bit though—

· Wait he said Scar

· PANIC

· “Kingslayer. bloodthirsty. Time King. The coward. And the mastermind behind it all, the loyal soldier to the very end, the whole damn reason either of us are in this mess.”

· HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP HOLY—

· “Is this the afterlife I deserve? After everything, this is the hell I’m going to endure?” I AM SCREAMING

· Doc pinned to the wall with ice, struggling to breathe—I CAN’T WHAT IS HAPPENING

· ((You know I’d get through this a lot faster if I stopped pausing to write reactions—))

· “A break in the ice. A whisper of spring.” Symbolism. Symbolism.

· “Ren was dead when I found him again,” NO I REFUSE TO READ THIS

· “don’t use the hand I built you to hurt yourself” DOC. SIR. MY HEART.

· RK don't run, RK get back here—what are you—

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· I

· JUST

· ACTUALLY

· SCREAMED

· AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

· *several long moments of just breathing*

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· *rereads*

· Holy crap on a garbage cracker with an extra serving of what-the-heck sauce

· REN

· REN

· Okay lol okay hahaha calming down

· I literally threw myself back in my chair away from the computer reading that last paragraph. I don't usually... physically react to things I read. LOL. Heh. I’m. Ah. I’m not emotionally invested in this or anything.

· Holy crap.

· Okay. Okay. Okay.

· Um.

· Great chapter, guys. Awesome stuff. Really good. I’m absolutely okay right now and it’s all totally fine.

· …please enjoy your break and get lots of rest and I very much look forward to the return of this fic you have no idea.

· I need to go breathe for a little bit.

EDIT: no, you know what--I'm not going to be a nice polite fangirl over here and quietly hope y'all see this I'm straight up tagging you, @fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands. THANK YOU but also how dare.

#The only reason I'm even posting this is for my own remembering later #and i guess if fluffy or solar want to see my mindless ramblings -- go nuts #long post #redwinterreacts #redwintertalks #dog at the door

[angelicmichael]

Okay so I have a ton of inspo to write for Stan after last nights episode and I have a lot of fic ideas and concepts I can’t get out of my brain so.. here they are lmfao. The first concept is fluffy and wholesome but the other ones are pretty dark and most involve death and blood.. fair warning hehe. ALSO if any writers see this; feel free to write something based off one of these if you’d like !! 🥺💖 I don’t mind :)

Idk why but I rlly wanna write something domestic and fluffy.. maybe some fluff with no plot djdjd. But maybe reader and Stan are friends, and are hiding in his cabin from the cannibals after a close call (maybe they decided to go hiking earlier and ran into them) and get a bit.. distracted afterwards 👁. Maybe the scare of the cannibals make them have a heart to heart and then.. they decide to stay the night in the cabin bc they don’t wanna leave bc their still scared. And maybe it’s also stormy outside or somethin hehe. and they just 👁 make out 👁 and cuddle 👁 and fall asleep together 👉🏻👈🏻. And their just both rlly grateful that they’re both alive 🥺 and together 🥺🥺

Maybe reader comes to surprise Stan bc they’ve been dating for a while but.. he’s been distant lately. Not picking up calls, and just acting rlly unlike himself. Reader doesn’t exactly know that theirs cannibals in the forest but she knows that theirs something, or that Stan believes that there’s something so she gets concerned and goes to see him. She goes straight into his cabin (maybe she has a spare key.. and it’s night so he shouldn’t be busy) and she sees his jacket, his hat, his gun.. reader grabs a flashlight and starts to look outside for him and finds a trail of blood.. reader immeadietly starts to panic but before she can probably react she sees something running in her direction full force.. but she doesn’t know it’s Stan until he literally is in her arms hugging her. Stan runs into her practically and reader realizes he’s bleeding when she sees blood on her shirt when they pull away.. He has a huge stomach wound and he’s going into shock. Reader is in complete disbelief that this is actually happening and that he could actually die, but Stan is still talking to her.. he urges her to leave and to not wait around for him and to not bother getting help. He tells her about the cannibals and reader doesn’t believe him but.. as she goes to leave to get help anyway she sees a shadow out of the corner of her eye and realizes that he probably wasn’t bullshitting. Reader goes to be with Stan and comforts him in his final moments 🥺

This is so random and not in depth/plot heavy at all but I’m just thinking about Stan confiding in reader about the cannibals.. and then she decides to playfully bite him. At first it’s a joke.. and their dating so it’s not really that weird but then she hears him moan and she completely stops.. purely laughing at the fact that he has a fucking biting kink and how ironic it is (ig this is just me saying that I think Stan has a biting kink LMAO)

Okay so I kinda hate the ending of the episode tbh so.. here’s a fix it fic idea hehe. Major spoiler warning but instead of Stan dying.. maybe he sort of is a ally to the cannibals?? Not necessarily becomes one but more so protects them and in return they protect him u know?? But to make this a fic.. maybe reader and Stan have been dating for a while and she doesn’t realize his ‘alliance’ until she goes to the forest w him.. She sees how the cannibals won’t touch him and she’s beyond fucking bewildered. However the cannibals want reader, but Stan is v protective 😌 and maybe he shoots a cannibal or two and ofc it ends in fluff.. Stan starts fussing over reader and her (little to nonexsisting) wounds and even threatens to quit his job for her but reader tells him to stop bc she’s okay 🥺 but maybe the fic ends w him quitting his job and them both leaving the national park <3

Y’all knew this was coming but a fic where Stan is a cannibal (but not full on feral tho) is necessary LOL. I’m kinda thinking about fairytale or little red hiding hood au for this one?? Maybe reader goes into the forest bc she knows that women have been going missing as of late and she’s curious 👁 and wants to investigate. She goes into the forest and finds Stan, who automatically seems sus bc of how out of it he seems.. his clothes are stained red in a couple places.. he barely makes eye contact and reader can’t help but to marvel at how sharp his teeth seem to be.. the more they talk the closer he gets.. to the point where it would almost be uncomfortable if he wasn’t so attractive and charming.. even with the scent of iron heavy on his breath, reader can’t help but to want to kiss him, to feel his mouth on hers but she also starts to feel like it’s not necessarily a choice. He seems like the primary suspect so reader feels if she wants to survive she’s going to have to seduce him… and not to mention if she truly wants to get info out of him about the missing women.

Okay so after seeing @stanvogel ’s post, I’m just thinking about Michael x Stan so.. here’s a Michael x Stan one 👉🏻👈🏻 hehe. It’s another normal day for Stan.. doing quick checks and patrols throughout the forest. Stan loved his job, he really did but this was the part he always dreaded the most. He gives the forest half a glance as he walks through - hoping that something wouldn’t happen to catch his eye or pop out at him. Hoping he could just go back to his cabin and have a easy shift but of course, he just had to see someone. Seeing people isolated in the forest wasn’t something that Stan was unaccustomed with, but the fact the individual he saw was currently drenched in blood and was still alive was something to marvel at. Stan quickly introduced himself and asked what the fuck he was doing.. after babbling some shit about satan and saying his name was ‘Michael’.. Stan had heard enough. He didn’t exactly want to take care of this lunatic but he wasn’t going to leave him out to be eaten and have his intestines ripped out either.. not on his shift if he could help it. Stan brought Michael back to his cabin, carefully cleaning up his wounds and trying not to stare at his crystal blue eyes for too long.. or his lips. Harshly reminding himself this was a guest, not someone he should even think about asking out but Michael surprisingly took the leap first. Asking if Stan was single and that’s all it took. Stan wasn’t sure if he agreed to start seeing him because he was genuinely interested or because he didn’t want him going back out to the forest and gaining the attention of the cannibals.. either way, Stan couldn’t really argue. He was simply happy that he could finally capture someone’s attention and keep it for once. Someone who would stay with him and make this job a little less lonely.. Antichrist or not.

#delete later #Stan Vogel #American horror stories #ahs #I know this isn’t my best writing but it’s just outlines so 🤷🏻‍♀️ #and if y’all like this.. I can 100% do more 🥺 or for different characters hehe #this is kinda just me rambling about ideas lol #this is honestly how I write my outlines for my fics 😭 #I think I’m proud of the 5th one the most tho 👉🏻👈🏻 #cody fern

[ackermanshoe]

Rivamika details we haven’t talked about enough - part 2

Idk why we haven’t talked about the parallel between Kenny & Caven duo and Levi and Mikasa?

Caven is one of the few people who was close to Kenny Ackerman, apart from Uri, Kuchel and then Levi. It's also important to note that the first time Kenny and Caven interacted, Caven also took Kenny by surprise. It was her indifference towards a serial killer who was now qualified to lead their squad, this reminds me of mikasa's indifference towards,, everything that doesn't concern Eren tbh. But it's not only that it's the fact that Kenny was "intrigued" by her and came close to her to talk.

And this

From this scene alone it was obvious that she served as his partner in crime, of course Kenny had many men but it was cavens significance that was highlighted from the rest in both the manga and the anime ( in their own ways).

And as of Levi and mikasa's role in battle needs any kind of explaining that wasn't already made clear. Of course Caven and Kenny's partnership didn't go as deep as rivamika for obvious reasons.

This next parallel I have more faith in lmao.

Hitch and Marlo

I always found it very weirdly interesting how these two were introduced to in this episode. I wouldn't have guess them having any romantic connection if it weren't for the oddly placed flirtatious dialogues

Well obviously they were playing around and Marlo disregarded her quickly. But because of the those few lines is why they are shipped together isn't it? It was unnecessary and yet it was there. And that brings me to this

Isayama visually placed these 2 pairs on to each other. It couldn't be more obvious, however I believe it has more to do with than just holding the knife to the throats of their respective person. Like I said if it weren't for the ever so subtle hint of romantic undertone in hitches lines I wouldn't have thought about this at all. But how this parallel is making me think it was a hint from isayama about rivamika relationship. And notice how Armin is placed straight in the middle as well. Didn't we all, as rivamika community, speculate that admin is a rivamika shipper? Because he has always noticed their similar presence, trusted in their strength as not only individuals but as A PAIR. and isayama definitely does not forget to make it known that Levi and Mikasa are being watched by Armin.

Idk about you but to me it seems a little suspicious how those two were placed as a pair on top of another pair with plausible feelings for each other, in front of a person who has always acknowledged rivamika has a pair. 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

I'll also add this

Idk about other times but hitch is a person who would bite the moment something threatening happen while Marlo has thinks a little deeper. And the fact that Marlo understood Jean testing them and hitch acting on it proves that. The scene above^ is painfully similar to countless rivamika scenes we got in this season. It's the same thing, Mikasa acting recklessly without thinking everytime Eren is in danger and Levi who thinks rationally and stops her.

And I'm not gonna talk about how Marlo died or how Kenny and Caven died because I think these are irrelevant to rivamika completely. They are both Ackerman's not alone like Kenny, and like I said in one of my first ever rivamika analysis, Mikasa isn't a burden to Levi, she is freedom. Where as hitch and Marlo go they both shared different goals at the end of the day, that isn't rivamika. So I don't believe they'll meet a tragic end after all, they are a pair who would break the cycle of death which has been a endless concept of aot and they will be the ones to bring more life in the world.

Anyway that's all as always thank you all for reading ! I have a theory I've thinking about for about 2 months but I don't have a proper conclusion yet, and there's so much which connects to that concept so idk when I'll post but hopefully before chapter 139 😭😭

Goodnight 💓

Edit: Pls ignore my spelling and grammar mistakes lmafo I can't be bothered to fix them aha

#rivamika #levimika #rivamikacanon #rivamika analysis #if rivamika was my homework i would actually finish before the due date 😭

[baixueagain]

I haven't read hp in a long time, so I may be wrong. But wasn't the thing about house-elves wanting to stay slaves also a critic of Hermione's behavior and how she thought that just she was doing the right thing in her mindset didn't mean it was the same thing for the people concerned, and that she was basically trampling over them to "enlighten" them?

Yeahhhh the house elf thing is...well, honestly I don’t actually think it’s nearly as bad as people say it is. The metaphor she’s using is (like the werewolf thing) insensitive and could’ve been handled way, way better, but the fundamental message of it isn’t actually that controversial or hideous.

First of all, there’s the whole idea that JKR invented a race of slaves. I’m leery of this statement, because throughout HP, especially in the early books when house elves are introduced, JKR plays a lot with classic folklore. House elves/fairies, while not being as well-known in America, are a pretty common trope in European and British folklore. There are dozens of stories and legends and folk tales about how people can leave out butter or other things for the spirits of the house (often elves or fairies), and that in exchange the spirits would clean and do other chores for you. So JKR picked that up and ran with it, and asked, okay, what if those stories were real, but wizards figured out a way to manipulate that traditional exchange into a form of exploitation?

JKR pretty clearly problematizes what’s happened to the house elves from the get-go when we meet Dobby. Those who treat elves as subservient and inherently lesser are consistently portrayed as straight up evil (Lucius Malfoy, the Ministry statue, etc). Harry isn’t actually that dismissive of Hermione’s views, either. He wrestles with it, too, and feels distinctly uncomfortable, but for some time he doesn’t really seem to know what else to do except to go along with it - which, while not a good thing, is a completely normal reaction for a young teenager to have when faced with that kind of situation. Furthermore, while in general house elves are “said” to be happy with their situation, the two major house elf characters (Dobby and Kreacher) are portrayed as distinctively unhappy about it from the moment of their introduction, though Kreacher has clearly internalised things. Even Sirius’s mistreatment of Kreacher is portrayed as a massive flaw in his character and a giveaway that he’s not exactly the perfect Cool Uncle Type that we originally see him as. Finally, don’t forget that one of the most triumphant moments of DH is Kreacher getting fed the fuck up with the way he’s been treated all his life and leading what amounts to a house elf revolution against those who would keep house elves completely and utterly subservient for the rest of time.

As for Hermione, IMO she’s portrayed as having her heart in the right place but going about things all wrong, to the point that her ignorance about the situation becomes comedic. Which...honestly, that comes across as a pretty apt criticism of the “saviour” types who really sincerely do want to fix the world but end up just talking over the people they’re trying to help - and ultimately pushing those people away.

JKR never actually questions whether or not slavery is a moral evil. What is questioned, however, is this: when someone in an unhappy situation says that they’re happy, how far can and should we go to help them without it becoming a violation of their consent and free will? And that’s not at all a new question in fantasy and sci-fi. Star Trek has asked it. Doctor Who has asked it. Even the Hitchhikers Guide books have asked it. 

Example: I have women relatives who truly sincerely and whole-heartedly believe that women were put on this earth to be subservient to men. They were raised to believe this and have never questioned it. If you asked them if they’re happy, they’d say yes, and tbh, I believe them: they are lucky enough that the men they’ve married are legitimately kind and loving husbands. However, I still find their situation to be morally abhorrent and I fundamentally disagree with how they view femininity and marriage. So what can I do? I’ve had arguments with them about it, and they won’t budge. I’ve tried to expose them to literature on women’s liberation and they dismiss it. In fact, it’s only made them get defensive and dig in their heels, because they resented me telling them that their worldview was an unhealthy and wrong one. Who was I, after all, to tell them that they were wrong to be happy with their lives? Am I supposed to end their marriages by force and strong-arm them into feminism, or is that in and of itself a violation of their consent and free will?

There’s no easy answers to those questions. There never has been and never will be. And I think that’s what Rowling was attempting to wrestle with. Did she do it clumsily? Yes. Should she have chosen a different metaphor other than slavery? Very probably. Is it open to criticism? Yes again. Has she written other cringe-worthily bad and ignorant things into HP? Absolutely - Cho Chang is the shining example, IMO, though there are plenty more.

However, I also think it’s extremely disingenuous to paint the house elf plotline as promoting/condoning slavery, telling people that they should be content with their lot in life, or mocking those who try to challenge the status quo. That reading of HP ignores a metric shitload of evidence to the contrary, especially in the later books. And while I love literary criticism and think there’s plenty to be criticised in the HP books, this is one of those things that I truly do believe is not only unfair, but the product of extremely selective reading.

#jkr #jk rowling #house elves #harry potter #meta