#hint: you can't prove me wrong that's just how it is I'm sorry i DO make the rules

[niningtori]

see me | chapter four: together (final)

pairing: choi beomgyu x you

summary: after another failed relationship, you're ready to accept your fate as hopeless. choi beomgyu has other plans, though. or, beomgyu s your best friend's little brother and he's tired of you treating him like a kid.

genre: romance, angst, angst with a happy ending, best friend's brother au

word count: 3.4k (whoa)

notes: hi friends! happy easter to all who celebrate!! sorry this took me a bit to get out. i just love this story and this beomgyu so much i didn't want to rush it. i hope you're all satisfied with how this ends. see end of work for more notes :)

you're so out of it jia can't fucking take it anymore. 

"hello? come back to earth, please," she says, waving her hand in front of your face. "are you ever gonna tell me what the fuck happened with doyoon?"

it's been a few days since your return from the beach. suffice it to say, one painfully awkward drive was spent with you trying not to openly stare at beomgyu and him focusing intently on the scenery outside. 

you're actually a little surprised by her question. you genuinely haven't thought about your conversation with doyoon since you had it — you've simply been too preoccupied by the revelation that beomgyu has feelings for you.

"nothing much, really. he apologized to me and asked to get a drink sometime."

"what the fuck?! what did you say?!" 

"i said no," you reply simply. she's quiet for a moment before her face contorts into a deep frown.

"why do i get the feeling that that's not what's bothering you so much?" 

"because it's not," you admit with a sigh.

"then what is it? you've been weird ever since we got back."

you're torn for a while. how do you explain to your best friend that her kid brother is in love with you? or says he is, at least. 

"... it's about beomgyu. he—"

"oh, so he finally told you, huh?" she interrupts with a knowing look and you're absolutely flabbergasted.

"t-told me what?" you try feigning ignorance. maybe she's got it wrong?

"that he's been in love with you ever since he first saw you."

"how the fuck did you know that?!" you ask incredulously.

"you're my best friend and he's my brother. i know you two too well," she shrugs.

"so you knew this whole time and didn't tell me?" 

"well, to be honest, it was painfully obvious, but i didn't wanna embarrass either of you and it's, frankly, none of my business."

"i... wasn't he just drunk? i don't believe it…” you trail off.

"what do you mean?"

"i mean, he can't really mean it. he doesn't know what he wants. he's just a kid and—" 

"i'm going to stop you right there," she says sternly. "you may be oblivious, but don't you dare dismiss his feelings to make yourself feel comfortable. his feelings are real and he doesn't deserve to have you completely disregard them just because you can't face them." you flinch at her harshness.

"b-but he's never even hinted at it!" 

"never even hinted at it, my ass. that boy was all over you," she snorts. "did you really not notice anything this past week?" your eyebrows knit in confusion as you think back to all of the times the boy (man?) had interacted with you. suddenly, the unassuming touches and glances beomgyu shared with you hit you at a mile a minute. oh god, he was flirting? he was, wasn't he? and you just ruffled his hair and called him cute. 

but you're not done denying, denying, denying.

"i just don't understand. how could he like me when he's always with somebody new?"

"has it ever occurred to you that that's because he wants you to see him as a man and not the child you're so convinced he is?" you fall silent at this. no, it has never occurred to you, but now that she's said it, the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together in the most gut wrenching way.

"so he's been fucking around for years because he wants to prove something to me?"

"more or less, yeah." your head is spinning at this. so his feelings are sincere? 

"i... i don't know what to say."

"i figured you wouldn't," she hums.

"what do i do?" you ask with a newfound sense of panic. this is real. beomgyu actually love, loves you. 

"well, what do you want to do? it all depends on how you feel about him." 

"to be honest, i've never seen him as anything other than a brother," you sigh.

"and what about now?"

"i... i don't know. i'm just confused," you whine, digging your face into your hands and slightly tugging on your hair. when you think of the kiss you two shared, your heart skips a beat and butterflies arise in your stomach. well, that's new.

"honestly, i'll consider that progress. it's better than being brother-zoned." 

"jia!" you exclaim exasperatedly. "you're not helping. the boy i've thought of as a literal brother is in love with me and i've unknowingly treated him like shit for years." 

"yes, but i know and he knows that you didn’t mean it. look, even if you don't like him at all, don't you think he deserves a proper rejection at the very least?"

"you're right," you relent. "you’re always right.”

“well, i know,” she muses. “but before you decide anything, i want you to think about who’s been by your side all these years. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on?”

“i —” you begin. 

“don’t answer yet. just think about it.” and think about it, you do.

-

the more time you’re left to think about what happened with him, the more confused you feel. beomgyu isn’t a child anymore, that much is clear, but does that mean you can undo the near decade of thinking of him as one? he’s handsome, sure, and that kiss nearly knocked you off of your feet, but can you really see him as a partner? as a man?

you’re not really sure. plus, what would happen if it didn’t work out? the choi’s are like family to you. they’re more of a family than your actual family ever was or ever will be. is it really worth gambling such an important piece of your heart for something that could easily end in heartbreak? but then, it’s broken, either way. can you really face the choi family again when you know beomgyu is in love with you and has been for such a long time? no, you can’t. not in good conscience. you’ve, intentionally or not, ignored beomgyu’s feelings for years now and you can’t ask him to bottle them back up for your own comfort.

you decide it's best to just talk to him. 

-

beomgyu doesn’t think that this is a good idea at all, actually. but his friends told him that rotting in his bed and crying like he has been for the past few days is even worse. when they put it like that, it didn't seem right to refuse their suggestion to have a double date with yeonjun. even still, he told them he wasn't ready to see someone new, but they said he was never seeing you in the first place. that sure shut him up. either way, it would be casual and yeonjun just needs a friend for his date's friend.

his "date" is nice enough, but she seems to have not gotten the memo that he's here as a wingman and not much else. she's trying to draw his attention by not-so-discreetly placing her hand on his thigh. gross. he genuinely thought about pretending to have a stomachache to cut the date short, but yeonjun had the bright idea of inviting the girls over after dinner. so now, as he sits on the couch of his and yeonjun’s shared apartment, he prays for god to intervene and end his suffering. 

a knock on the door pulls him out of his thoughts. please, god, let it be the maintenance man telling them they have to evacuate because of a gas leak. he almost jumps out of his seat to get to the door first, but yeonjun is closer and he says he’ll get it. fuck. before he can catch a glimpse of the mystery person at the door, his date speaks again.

“gyu?” the girl asks tentatively.

“mmm?” he says, turning back around to face her.

“do you like me?” she says while, once again, putting her hand on his thigh. alright. enough is enough. usually, he would tell her to beat it and leave it at that, but ever since you told him he doesn’t treat girls the nicest, he’s decided he’ll try to be better. he takes her hand from his lap into his and opts to just be truthful. 

“to be honest, i —” 

“beomie?”

oh, he’d recognize that voice anywhere, even in his sleep. his head whips around almost comically fast and he unintentionally yanks his hand from his date's as he stands straight up.

“w-what are you doing here?” he asks, incredibly flustered.

you should say something, but your eyes can’t help but linger where his hand was joined with the hand of the very lovely girl sitting beside him, even after he’s pulled away. oh my god. you’re interrupting, aren’t you? he’s moved on, but you’re standing there like an idiot. you need to say something. 

“i-i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to intrude,” you choke out. you don’t know why, but you feel like you’re about to cry. you feel so embarrassed. why did you even for a second think that this would play out any differently? 

“everybody out,” beomgyu says firmly. 

“what?” his date asks, genuinely in shock.

“i said, everybody else needs to get out of here. right now. besides you,” he says while gesturing to your pitiful frame.

“gyu, i live here,” yeonjun argues.

“out,” beomgyu repeats. yeonjun lifts his hands in surrender and leads the bewildered girls out of the apartment. 

now it's just you and beomgyu.

after the door shuts, the silence is as unbearable as it is palpable. beomgyu is staring at you with the same intensity as he was the night he confessed to you. you feel so vulnerable — so seen — you honestly kind of wish you had just snuck out with everyone else. 

“beomie, i’m so, so sorry. i didn’t mean to ruin your date. i can go, i just —” 

“do you know what i've noticed about you?” he quietly interrupts. you’re so taken aback, you’re stunned into silence. he sighs before he continues. “the way you say things are okay when someone fucks you over. it’s okay to be mad at me, you know?” 

“beomie, i’m not mad!” you insist. “you’re single, after all. i’m the one who —”

“i’m single, but i still told you i loved you a few days ago. why wouldn’t you be hurt?” once again, you’re left speechless at his maturity. when did he become more mature than you? or was he always this way, and you just never noticed?

“or is it that you just don’t care enough about me to be upset?” he's the one who looks small now and you worry you have the power to break him. he deserves an honest answer, so you think about how you felt when you saw his hand intertwined with that girl’s and your heart feels a nasty pang. 

“i… i am upset,” you pause and process that ugly feeling. “really upset, actually. but not angry.”

“i’m sorry,” he says, not without conviction. “yeonjun needed a date for his date’s friend, and i planned on rejecting her, but i’m really sorry i hurt you.” 

“... it’s alright,” you say carefully. “i understand. and i still think you don’t owe me anything, beomie.”

“but i want to owe you,” he says quietly.

“what do you mean?” you can’t help but ask. 

“i want to owe you. i want to make it up to you, and i want you to make it up to me.” you think you understand what he means. he wants you to make it up to him for not seeing him as he truly is all these years, but you just can’t understand his thinking.

“why?” you ask softly.

“why would you ask when you already know why?” he answers quietly with a sad smile. because he loves you.

“but why? why do you like me? you could have anyone. i’m wishy washy, i’m insecure. i’m just a mess, beomie. and i don’t want you to waste your time with me.” you hate the way your voice shakes. you wish, for once in your life, that you could be brave enough to say what you need to say without hesitating. you feel as small as a child, and in front of beomgyu of all people. but the dynamic you’ve always thought you had is becoming more and more twisted as you realize you’ve been very, very wrong about him, and maybe about yourself, too. beomgyu is not some kid. his feelings are not so easily written off, and that becomes even clearer when he says his next words in a haste. 

“don’t talk about yourself like that,” he says sharply, and his seriousness immediately derails your train of thought. “i’m not looking for anybody else. i… i don’t want anybody else. and i would never, ever feel like my time is wasted with you. every moment i spend with you is important to me.” you don’t mean for your eyes to get hot. truly, you don’t, but the boy’s words are so kind you’re unable to control yourself. 

“you really love me?” you ask at the risk of seeming annoying. you just have to be sure. 

“i do,” he says patiently. “i always have.” he isn’t sure what to make of you asking this. he has no hope now, but if it makes you feel better to hear him say he loves you a million times over, so be it. you’ve been hurt enough all your life, from your parents to your partners, if he’s able to comfort you even just a little bit, even if it’s never reciprocated, it’s enough for him. so he continues. 

“i’m… i’ve always thought about how to say this, so i’m sorry if it’s just too much for you. if it is, then just stop me, okay?” you can’t help but nod. “i just have to say that, to me, you are the most beautiful person in the world. i’ve wanted to tell you that since i was 14. i know you’re sad and i know you’ve been hurt before, and i wish i could take it all away. i’ve always wished i could take it all away. i know you think you deserve everything that’s happened to you so far, but i want you to know that that's not true, and it kills me that you’ve ever felt that way. i love everything you say you hate about yourself, because you’re you. i know you want to change, and i want you to know that i see how hard you’re trying. those flaws that make you a mess, or however you put it, only make me love you more because i can see how hard you’ve worked to get where you are. and if you don’t love me, even if you never do, that’s… it's okay. i just want you to be happy. and if i can be selfish, i want to be the one who helps you get there.” 

you don’t try to stifle your tears anymore. they are now flowing freely and your breath is heavy in your throat. he understands you. he sees you for everything that you are and were, and everything that you’re trying to be. has anyone ever made you feel this safe before? has anyone ever made you feel this loved and understood? 

you think back to what jia asked. when you didn’t have anyone else, who could you count on? if you didn’t trust any man in the world, you could trust beomgyu. that’s just how it is. you realize, even from the first night you met him, you’ve always been relying on him, in a way. why else would you feel so comfortable telling him about your anxieties mere hours after you spoke to him for the first time? 

things were one way then, but they could be different now. beomgyu loves you in a way that previously seemed inconceivable to you. what did you do to deserve this boy — this man? not a fucking thing, in your opinion, but now that you know how he really feels, is it possible to accept anything less than the love he is now presenting to you? maybe he’ll wake up one day and regret everything he’s said up until now, but you’re far too selfish to give up the heart he’s begging for you to take as your own.

you don’t know why, but you fling yourself into his arms, reminiscent of how you did all those years ago when he was just a teenage boy and you were just a heartbroken girl. he holds you like he did before, with an overwhelming sense of patience and security. he traces his hands lovingly up and down your back. 

“okay. okay, i want to try. i can’t promise that i’ll be perfect, i can’t even promise to be good, but i’ll try, okay? you’re so, so good, beomie. and i'm sorry for not realizing it sooner.”

he pulls away from your embrace and your cheeks feel hot when you catch his heated gaze. he looks down at you and if his look wasn’t enough, his next words certainly are:

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, beomie,” you whisper. 

"call me gyu," he says hoarsely. you gulp and pray he doesn't hear it.

he softly, reverently, pushes your stray hairs behind your ears and you realize he’s done so many times before. mainly when you were sad, but this time is… different. when his lips lock with yours, you're stunned into oblivion. there's so much fire behind it, but still, there’s a gentleness you’ve never known. as if he’s afraid of breaking you, he holds you like you’re a precious gem. usually, kisses are take take take from you, but he gives you so much love and care you feel like you’re floating. is this what love is supposed to feel like? so safe and so, so warm? 

he parts from you far too soon for your liking. his breath is labored and his cheeks are flushed. you look at him in confusion.

“i-i’m sorry, i just can't. if we keep going, i won't be able to control myself. i'm gonna —” 

“it's okay, gyu,” you whisper. “we can keep going.” he understands what you mean without you having to say anything more.

“are you sure?” he asks, just to be safe.

“i'm sure,” you answer without missing a beat. his lips curl up and he leads you to his bedroom, hand holding yours so tightly, it’s almost like he’s afraid to lose you.

-

the night is spent with beomgyu praising you like he’s never seen anything quite like you before. you feel his devotion with every passing moment and you can’t believe this is what you’ve been missing all these years. you’ve never felt so good, so cared for, in all your life. when you’re finished, and he’s cradling you in his arms, you’re both struggling to catch your breath. he looks at you like you hung the moon, but what you don’t know is that you’re starting look at him like that, too.

-

you’re so anxious. as you pull up to the choi’s family home in the passenger’s seat of beomgyu’s car, you can’t help but wring your hands together. this could be very good, or very, very bad. you can’t help but feel like you’re… betraying? the choi family by dating beomgyu. they’ve taken you in as family, but you’ve taken beomgyu as your own. do you regret that decision? well, you can’t say you do when beomgyu grabs your restless hands and comfortingly squeezes them before telling you “hey, it’s alright. don’t be nervous. i love you. they love you. everyone here loves you. just be yourself and i’ll take care of the rest, okay?” 

“okay,” you say shyly. you and beomgyu have been working on your self esteem. it was pretty slow going at first, but you’ve been pushing through. now, after three months, you’re a lot better, but there’s still room for improvement. beomgyu is nothing if not patient, though. after all, he’s been waiting for 8 years. how could he not be? and so he patiently coaxes you out of the car and into the house.

you two find your way inside and are greeted by his parents, jia, and yijun. nobody bats an eye at you two walking in together — they just greet and hug you as per usual, but their smiles drop and their faces turn serious when beomgyu announces he has something to tell everyone.

“guys, uh, we have something to tell you all,” he says, lacing his fingers with yours, “we’re together now.” you could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. mrs. choi is the first to break the silence.

“h-how long? how long has this been going on?” 

“three months,” he says cautiously. again, the room is silent.

“... only three? damn it!” mr. choi exclaims.

“i told you guys it hasn’t been very long,” jia sneers. “now pay up.” beomgyu’s parents grimace while pulling out their wallets and stuffing cash in jia’s hands.  

“pleasure doing business with you,” she teases with a shit-eating grin.

“um, guys? what’s going on? i’m kind of pouring my heart out over here,” beomgyu says irritatedly. 

“oh, honey. we know. we’ve known you liked her since she first stepped foot into our home. she was the only one who didn’t,” mrs. choi replies with a wave of her hand and your cheeks can’t help but heat up to an impossible degree. beomgyu finally pieces everything together while you’re still scrambling to understand what’s going on.

“oh my god, did you all make a bet to see how long it’d take for us to get together?!” beomgyu exclaims.

“more or less,” mr. choi says nonchalantly. realistically speaking, you and beomgyu should be angry, but all you two can do when you lock eyes with each other is laugh. 

“so you’re okay with it?” you ask meekly.

“of course we are!” mrs. choi says. “we couldn’t ask for a better match for our boy. we were just waiting for you to see that, too.” you can’t help but feel your eyes go sour. you hug his parents and they rub your hair. why would you think they’d do anything other than accept you? they always have.

that night, after all the board games and movies and laughter, you go out for some fresh air. you aren’t surprised in the slightest to see beomgyu sitting on the back porch steps, almost as if he’s been waiting for you. 

“there you are,” beomgyu says with a grin blooming on his face. you sit next to him, so close your thighs are touching. you lean your head against his shoulder and you sigh in contentment.

“that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks.

“not at all,” you smile, “but did everyone in the world know about us besides me?”

“pretty much, yeah,” he giggles and you playfully smack his chest. after your laughter dies down, beomgyu senses some hesitation from you. it feels like you want to say something to him.

“what is it?” he asks. you pull away from him and stare into his eyes. they look especially starry tonight.

“i have to tell you something,” you say, voice trembling slightly.

“mhm?” he nods.

“i think… actually, i know i love you, gyu. and i’m sorry it took me so long to get here, but i really do.” your eyes water when you see beomgyu’s doing the same. he looks so relieved, as if your words in particular are the ones he’s been waiting for all his life. and they are.

“i love you, too, if you haven’t guessed that already,” he says softly. “and i’d do everything all over again if it meant i’d get to be with you like this.” his eyes close and he leans in. you meet him halfway and press your lips together in a chaste kiss.

notes pt. 2: and that's it for them! i actually wrote a bit of smut for this, but i don't think it'll ever see the light of day i fear. as always, feedback is appreciated! i'd love to know what you all think :)

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#niningtori #see me #txt angst #beomgyu angst #beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x you #beomgyu fic #txt #txt fic #tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt headcanons #txt fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu headcanons #beomgyu fluff

[lazyelie505]

Lucifer x fem!Reader

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

(we were enough)

*not proofread so sorry if there's errors!!

*one shot

*fluff, a small hint of angst?, cute ending, reader is a lucky b*tch/hj

— — —

It was a weird feeling, it's not something she didn't expect to feel.

Was there a reason?

When has she felt this way?

Seeing his smile gracing his features, the soft wrinkles in the sides of his eyes when he squints, the addicting sound of his voice always sends butterflies inside my stomach, it fills up till it makes her want to spill it out.

How did this happen?

A simple conversation turning to a stomach churning affection that can make one's heart beat faster than the speed of light. Is it possible to feel this way?

His protective demeanor, his laughable self, his charming personality and his successful way of creeping into one's heart and occupying each and every corner. He's a flawed man, a wronging yet he tries, he proves he can, a single word and he'll obliged, all for the sake of being shaped into a man she loves like carving a sculpture to the artist's way of perfection. He was determined to be his lady's perfect man, from her favorite man in books, to the man in her drawings, to the sight of a perfect picture.

He didn't expect anything in return for being loved in return was enough to fill the man's heart. Awareness to the happiness of his muse was enough. A reason to change for the better, a chance to be loved by the one he truly cares for.

Can a man really become this perfect?

A ruler of hell who's destined with heavenly characteristics that it was almost impossible to believe he was the ruler of all hell. The sin of Pride yet he was the first man who stole the women's hearts by his ambitious self from an egoistic petty of a man named Adam. A charming one, he is. Although in return, he was banished for wanting to give his dreams a chance to be a reality. All backs turned against him.

Then he met you.

His muse, his perfect sight, a sculpture made to perfection, a fine art that it felt too good to own. Her beauty was the true definition of heavenly beauty. A beauty of flaws, something unique that he can love. She was easily seen as a flaw. To thick or thin, to smooth or rough, to balanced or unbalanced, to tall or short. She defies the supposedly standard for a woman's perfection. In his eyes, she was perfect and a beautiful flaw. A beauty he can't turn away from. She was loved, the day he laid his eyes on her. It pained him to see her treat herself badly just to be loved by others. He wanted to prove to her that she was enough.

Yet, hypocrisy is something all humankind, even heaven's angels to hell's demons, will always possess. How can he prove she's enough when he himself can't be enough to his eyes?

He was a fallen. A disgrace to all heavenly figures. A ruler who brought evil to mankind. Even if his intentions were pure, his pride got the better of himself. He lost everything he once dreamed of. How can he prove it?

“You're enough.”

“Darling, you are enough.”

It almost sounds like a chocolate covered lie. It wasn't enough.

“My love, you are the most beautiful creation I had the honors to lay my eyes upon.”

He never gave up. It would be a disgrace as the sin of Pride, the ruler of Hell. Because she was the essence of perfection, he did everything to be the one she desired, to the style, personality, and charm.

Yet he wonders, how come nothing much has changed? How come she smiles and forgets her flaws without him doing something drastic to his character?

She was loved, knowing he was willing to love her. To make her see what he sees.

“ Luci? My dear, you are just enough. ”

“ But I'm not. I wasn't and will never be enough. Please, my dear love, change me to the man who deserves each of your love. Then I will be enough. “

He begged, kneeling down before his beloved, his pride leaving his body, mind, heart, and soul, as he looked up to her with love lingering in his crimson eyes. She didn't ask for much. She didn't change him much. Because he was enough.

“Being able to be selfless, to lower your pride, to show me that I'm enough, is what I consider for you to be enough.”

They gave a heartfelt laugh and caressed his cheeks, softly as a feather glazing one's skin.

“I didn't expect the Ruler of Hell, the Sin of Pride, to kneel down before a lowly sinner. Willing a sinner to change you in order to make me feel loved, is not usually what a man like you would do. Who wouldn't fall for that? My dear, proving that you're willing to do anything for us, it should be enough.”

His eyes swelled with tears, touched by her words. He couldn't help himself. He felt what was supposed to be heaven, his lips fitting perfectly to hers. A match perfectly made in either Heaven or Hell. They experienced love that they thought they wouldn't feel again. An emotion they weren't bound to taste as punishment for their sins.

Yet they yearned for each and every affection, enjoying it as if it was their last meal. Ravaging with pleasure, lust clouded their eyes, it was a sinful sight to behold, yet their endearment was innocent as Heaven portrays it in their words.

“I love you like how I love my ducks”

She couldn't help but give a light chuckle.

“I love you as much as how you love your cute little ducks.”

“How about me? Am I cute?”

He teased but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration.

“No~”

“Aw come on!”

The end.

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ig i should post this quick lucifer fic that i wrote on my friend's sleepover because i was high on caffeine and couldn't sleep:'))) i hope you all enjoy it<333

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader #short fiction #oneshot #fluff #cute #hazbin hotel lucifer

[twilightarc-gm]

Why do you like jiang cheng?

At the risk of liking him for the wrong reasons, let me be verbose and annoying about it.

A short anecdote: I finished the donghua before the novel and I liked JC's aesthetic so I was happy to have that imagery in my head for the novel, but mostly I came out of the donghua like "cool story, the ending was frowny face though" and I came out of the novel like I was lost in the IKEA store "there's stuff here but it's not what I want and it's organized in a way that's hard to navigate through." Bit like giving me a puzzle to solve.

Anyway, imagine a cat bapping at a thing trying to get fandom to show me what to do with MDZS (i.e. reading fanfic) and then I come across anti-Jiang Cheng stuff.

//record scratch

I'm sorry what?

Why?

NO.

I started then on Shuangjie reconciliation fic and quickly evolved into Jiang Cheng "Apologist" ((I actually don't think he has anything to apologize for even if he would do so anyway.))

I've been in the xianxia/wuxia sphere of media consumption for a year or so before trying out MDZS and JC just fits so well as the main character of his own story; destined for a position of power through birth, friends with someone in his life that causes conflict, seemingly betrayed by said friend when needing that friend the most, losing and losing and losing as his trust in said friend proves unfounded because the friend walks a path he can't follow, and then he's left with the tragedy that befell the world because--ultimately he trusted this friend too much.

It's a classic story of love and attachment and how good intentions can have massive consequences. Two men entwined by fate and in the end there's a battle on a hill (off screen in this case) where one is forced to "kill" the other.

MDZS could have ended with the past timeline, and I would have liked it more but at least in the present timeline we get Jiujiu and a-Ling.

Anyway: Excerpts and Commentary Below about WHY I LOVE JIANG CHENG, courtesy WANYIN

Of all the clans to offend, you don’t offend the Jiang Clan, and of all the people to offend, you never offend Jiang Cheng.

We stand by a badass mf in this house. The first thing we learn is that he gets credit for killing a big baddy and the second thing we learn is how fierce the rest of his reputation is. He brooks no shit and leaves no quarter. Amazing 💜

Well, I was done for at "gaze like two streaks of cold lightning" so RIP me, I guess. Reminds me of some antis that are like "you only like him because he's hot" which isn't true but it is a nice plus. He's described as inferior to LWJ so like, if it was only about hotness then wouldn't I like LWJ???

“I am his uncle. Do you have any last words?”

At the sound of that voice, every drop of blood in Wei Wuxian’s body seemed to surge to his head but then immediately drained away again. Thankfully, his face was already a mess of ghastly white, so it didn’t look strange when he went a little paler.

A man in purple attire strode over. He was dressed in a narrow-sleeved light robe, with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. A silver bell dangled from his waist, yet there was no sound when he walked.

This young man had fine brows and almond eyes, with a chiseled handsomeness to his features. His eyes were deep and intense with a hint of aggression, his gaze like two streaks of cold lightning. He stopped and stood three meters away from Wei Wuxian. His expression was like that of a nocked arrow on a bow, ready to shoot, and even his composure was suffused with arrogant pride.

Jiang Cheng ruled the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng alone, so it could have been said that he was in a state of isolation.

🥺 Alone?? And he could still afford 400 Immortal Binding Nets? Self-sufficient king 🤩 And like, his reputation is so fierce and he's boiling over with anger in that scene, but still he restrains himself because he did the cost-benefit analysis! And then later he takes a huge risk on WWX, like he always does for WWX, and that doesn't work out for him--like it always does.

Seeing that nothing had happened to Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng was greatly relieved. However, that relief soon turned into a furious reprimand:

Parent behavior. Enough said.

He has a twisted smile when encountering a trigger for his PTSD and then he decides to fight it instead of letting it paralyze him. He's such a doer. Like, every other moment of the day he's carefully calculating pluses and minuses to every choice (valid) but when it comes to facing his personal demons he's ready to throw down. Excellent.

A moment later, Jiang Cheng’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. His left hand subconsciously began stroking that ring once more.

He said softly, “Excellent. Back, are you?”

He let go of his left hand, and a long whip dangled from it.

“Oh? Then please enlighten me, what is your type?”

Walking A-Spec flag very concerned about what the man who might be his shixiong thinks about him, more at eleven!

Wei Wuxian waved him off and then hooked his arm around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders. “Who cares? I’ll tease him a bit more before I go. You’ve already collected my corpse so many times. Once more won’t hurt.”

Okay but big lol that JC doesn't get to collect WWX's corpse that final time. //sounds of sobbing

A smile appeared on his face, but then he immediately humphed.

He's so grumpy and adorable! I love him! pre massacre JC is precious and I just want him to have someone to bring out that smile again.

He literally didn't have to do this. He makes all these excuses how he'll be embarrassed if WWX is rolling around 😂 Perfection. Boy, you are still carrying him and he doesn't want you to stop.

Jiang Cheng, walk slower, you’re gonna throw me off.”

Not only did Jiang Cheng want to throw Wei Wuxian off, but he practically wanted to bash his head into the ground to create a human crater. “So fussy even though I’m carrying you!”

“I didn’t tell you to carry me,” Wei Wuxian reasoned.

Jiang Cheng flew into a rage. “If I didn’t carry you, I think you’d hang out at their ancestral hall all day, rolling around on the floor. I can’t afford this embarrassment! Lan Wangji took fifty more strikes than you, but he walked away on his own, and you’re not embarrassed, pretending to be an invalid? I don’t want to carry you anymore. Get the hell off!”

“No, I’m wounded,” Wei Wuxian said.

Alrighty, like I'm just going through the entire book at this point.

Let me see if I can make this more concise:

Sacrifices himself despite his very dutiful nature that would oppose this. He throws away all his responsibilities for WWX, again and again, carrying on a tradition of favoring WWX over his own health and happiness. Citing: JFM favoring WWX to the detriment of his marriage, JYL dying to save WWX, and JC (exhausted and with little or no power) running into danger to save WWX ala distracting the Wen patrol and 2nd Siege.

Can't be honest in his affections and makes up excuses to do nice things for others.

Loves and understands his sister. She wanted JZX so he made it happen when LLJ had absolutely no reason to reinstate the marriage contract between Xuanli. JGS notes in the CR arc that he didn't want the marriage for his son in the first place and that there were better options than YMJ, and that was before the war! JC helped her get to Yiling to show off her wedding dress! Even though she married out he still felt so attached to her son he couldn't not co-parent Jin Ling.

Yes, he has Zidian, but he also has a second horsewhip that he keeps on him which is very exciting to know.

The narrative hates him but he survives. (He survives because the narrative hates him).

Most BAMF entrance in the novel at the temple scene with the busting the temple doors down and coming in from the rain with an umbrella. Like sure the narrative hates him but small blessings that rule of cool still counts for something.

Mama's boy.

Just some dude, shows up late to treasury room nonsense, knows all the gossip, no one has faith in him including himself, but he keeps going and doing what needs to be done even when he's so so tired and his shixiong shows up 3 months late with a ghoul lady and a latte, or disappears to liberate slave property without warning first and now he's called into a midnight meeting after trying to get some much needed rest and now he's got consequences to deal with. Someone help him!

An expert at sneering. Threats as a show of worry and care. This makes all the little and brief smiles so much more endearing.

Sandu Shengshou is an amazing title, get out of here if you don't agree. Holy Hand of the Three Poisons? Brutal, perfect 💜 It gets used like, ONCE. Crime against me personally.

Link to Blorbo Sheet for JC

He loves, he hates, he wants to hate he's not allowed to love. Zero middle ground, he's all in and there's no way out.

//is shot and dragged off stage

But just as the Wei Wuxian of the past who’d extracted his golden core for Jiang Cheng had been unable to tell him the truth, the Jiang Cheng of the present could no longer bring himself to speak up.

#jiang cheng #canon jiang cheng #asks answered #twi posts #yunmeng shuangjie #quotes

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faking an orgasm w/ chuckle sandwich (100 followers special)

summary | rip that pussy fr. you fake an orgasm and must pay the prices for ur actions bro. praying ur coochie survives tbh...

pairing |  jschlatt x fem!reader , ted nivision x fem!reader, charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings/cw | smut, overstimulation, edging, doggy style, fingering, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, fucking while on ft, bathroom sex, spanking, mean!ted, sucking balls bc I'm nasty, male masturbation, panties used as binds, orgasm denial, etc.

word count | 4k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

a/n: sorry this is late guys i had some family emergencies !! buuut it's finally here !! i was gonna make it longer, but ill make up for it with more soon :))) hope you ennjooyyy !! (AND AGAIN THANK YOU FOR 100 AHHHH)

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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↳˗ˏˋ jschlatt ˊˎ˗ ↴

the clock on the living room shelf reads 3:15am. you can barely make it out from your current position; face smushed into the couch cushions with your ass in the air. schlatt's got a hand on your back, forcing the arch deeper as he watches himself disappear into your pussy.

"please go f-faster !"

"only after you cum for me, doll..you know the deal."

there's a hint of a smile in his tone, and it pisses you off. he's been gone for 3 1/2 weeks and this is how he treats you when he gets back? you always make fun of him for being impatient...but now he's proving you wrong in the cruelest of ways. he surprised you a week earlier than planned, snuck up on you while you took your morning shower. you were so lost in your own world you didn't notice the door reopening & closing, or the sound of his clothes hitting the floor..you definitely didn't notice the sound of the shower door, because it made your heart fall out of your ass when you felt arms wrap around your naked waist.

"it's just me, sweetheart," rung out in that deep ny accent you're become accustomed to.

you turned around in his arms, swatting attacks on his chest. your smile shining even as you tried to hold up the annoyed front. he looked at you with so much love and admiration it almost made you feel bad as you went to scold him, "what the hell, jay! you scar-"

but he cut you off with a passionate kiss. weeks worth of missing you all wrapped up into it. from the way he traced figure 8's on your hip, to the other hand that left to cradle your face..you could feel it all pouring out of him. but the second your arms wrapped around his neck to deepen it, he pulled away with that signature 'up to no good' smirk of his plastered on that mother fucking face.

"come on, babe. we gotta hurry so you can open your early gifts."

so he kissed your forehead and continued the shower like normal..he let you wash his hair like always and even let you do your skin routine on him. he made breakfast with you while wearing matching face masks, and after you ate he made you open the gifts he got you while away...well most of them.

and when you tried to show him your thanks in the form of getting on your knees...he stopped you. "I wasn't suppose to be back for a whole other week," that stupid ass smirk returned to his face. "so you can be good girl and wait...can't ya, honey? you can prove to me you deserve your last gift, right?"

the mention of another gift caught you off guard, you tilted your head at him from between his legs with confusion written all over your face.

"if it's not your cock I don't want it," comes out with a pout trailing on your lips.

a hand grabbed you, cheeks smushed together as he dragged your faces together. "trust me when I tell you I won't touch you for a whole goddamn month if you don't listen, understood? you think a week is bad, doll? let's try 4."

you whined out a pitiful noise before nodding in agreement. the hand quickly moved down to your throat. "don't push your luck, y/n. now..I said are.we.understood?" he let his grip tighten around your throat after each word, that fuzzy feeling clouding your head.

"y-yeah jay, I understand!"

.........

you made it all of 3 days into the 7 before you caved..coming to him dressed in nothing but the pretty chiffon slip he gifted you from his trip, begging for a truce. so he smiled at you and said he'd fuck you how you like...all you had to do is let him have his way with you for 4 orgasms. since you couldn't wait the remaining days like he wanted, he'd just make you wish you had...

the first orgasm was fast; he didn't waste any time sliding your see thru dress up your thighs to bury his tongue between them. he ate you like a man starved– messy and loud as he sucked every drop that left your sweet pussy.

the second wasn't too far behind the first. schlatt didn't give you time to recover as he shoved two of his fingers inside you before sucking on your clit again. your hands tangled in his hair, back arching and toes curling.

it took him all of 5 minutes to have you cumming again for the third time. adding another finger and grinding it into your spot while leaving open mouth kisses on your body. sucking on your neglected nipples thru the sheer fabric, his palm stimulating your clit just right.

and that brings us to now– the fourth and last before you get your reward, but schlatt's not playing fair. he's edging you at such a slow pace there are tears streaming down your face. it feels like he's been at it for hours. slowly slipping in and out of your pussy, pulling out and giving you a pussy job when he feels you're too close.

you're frustrations are at an all time high...so you do something you've never thought about with schlatt. you start breathing harder, thrashing around a little, and you put on your best performance...so full of yourself and so confident he won't notice.

as soon as your done, you're feigning exhaustion as you lower your hips down to the soft texture of the couch. schlatt leans his body down onto yours, his chest against your back. a hand comes up to run through your hair, and you let yourself lean into its comfort.

until it turns into his fingers digging into your scalp and pulling your head back so he's right against your ear, "you know the funniest thing just happened, honey. you made all that racket, but I didn't feel my pussy tighten up like she does when she cums."

your apology shortly dies on your tongue, because schlatt's pulling out of you and landing spanks to your pussy in an instant. he flips you over, and with a hand tightly on your throat he's bullying his cock back into you. he isn't holding back this time though— ohhhh no. you wanna spoil his fun ? you wanna be a brat ? fine he's just gonna fuck you till your pussy can't cream on him anymore.

"funny to think you're always calling me the impatient one, but now you're the one that can't wait 4 more days to get this pussy played with, huh angel?"

when the last load of jonny’s cum is bullied into your cunt the sun rise is shining in thru the windows, basking you both in a warm amber glow. you both find comfort in the cosy ambiance that settles around you.

and you're both panting, trying to catch your breaths from the pipe he just laid when a sinister smirk crosses your face, "soooooo…can I have my gift now?"

schlatt let's out an airy laugh before he lands a playful slap to your ass, pulling you closer to him before leaving a kiss to your forehead.

"absolutely not. you're waiting the 4 damn days, and I don't wanna hear no lip about it neither."

“buuuut baaaaabbbbyyy i- oOOOOUUUUCCHHHH !!”

you’re grabbing at your forehead and kicking your legs out defensively towards your boyfriend because of the flick he just gave you. he’s obviously finding it amusing, rolling away from your line of reach while tears fill his eyes from laughing so hard.

“goddamn you got a thick ass cranium, babe! my fucking finger hurts so bad!”

(bonus)

unlike you, he actually holds out until the last day. schlatt's super excited though, considering the importance of the date. he couldn't sleep at all the night before, so he wakes you up with breakfast in bed..a box on the tray with a necklace inside.

"happy anniversary, doll. now you'll have a piece of me even when I'm away."

↳˗ˏˋ ted ˊˎ˗ ↴

when ted came up behind you as you did you’re makeup, the last thing you expected was to be bent over the bathroom counter taking back shots. you both needed to be heading out the door 5 minutes ago, but your boyfriend got too distracted by your costume. so now he’s balls deep fully dressed as austin powers while he has your top pulled down so he can see your tits bouncing.

“we-we’re gonna be l-laaaaate!” you’re whining while making eye contact with him thru the mirror.

you're trying so hard to not mess up your makeup, only having had your lips left to do...but now your wig’s not set, your outfits not ready anymore, and you're gonna have to cover up the hickeys he’s leaving on your neck. to say you’re stressed out would be an understatement.

“baby, you know schlatt doesn’t start anything on time. i bet no one’s even there yet, okay ? now stop worrying that pretty little head and let me make you feel good.”

as if on cue there’s a ding from your phone, a message from the big man himself asking when you think you two will be arriving since you’re bringing a good amount of the liquor.

“ignore him,” it comes out gruff as he flips your phone over so the screens no longer showing.

"b-but i still have to fin-finish getting ready!"

"and you will," the hand gripping the back of your neck forces you to look at your own reflection, "...but not until we're done, princess. now look at how pretty you are and take this dick."

your phone is vibrating now, ringing so loud it makes you jump at first. you already know it's schlatt and in that moment you start debating on the worst best? decision you've ever made. you go back and forth but when the sound of the phone dissipates followed by another text...you make up your mind. so without missing a beat, you start scrunching up your face, pushing your ass back against his thrusts, and faking the best moans you can produce. ted stops immediately, a confusing look adorning his face. he pulls out and you can feel him staring into your soul before you even rise your eyes to meet his gaze.

"....what...was that, y/n?"

"w-what do you mean? i cam dumbie," you smile up at him thru the reflection, "now let me finish getting ready, and ill suck you off while you drive."

ted's jaw drops at that, a scoff leaving his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. he's laughing soon enough, laughing so hard he falls forward to clutch his stomach.

"i know you're not calling that half-assed, theater kid performance an orgasm!"

your cheeks go red as you look away in the mirror; you can feel him staring into your soul without even looking up to meet his gaze.

“look at me, baby.”

but you don’t..you’re too shy now that he knows the truth.

“y/n.”

he’s turning you around now, but your eyes are trained on they bathroom tiles below you. refusing to meet his eyes as he calls your name again. next thing you know a hand is lightly gripping your chin to tilt it up towards him.

“just look at me, love. swear i’m not mad.”

so you take a deep breath before looking up, pouty lips and puppy dog eyes in full affect.

“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what ?”

“like that.”

you furrow your brows and lightly slap him on the chest before attempting to turn back around. but ted’s arms are wrapping around you, your naked chest pressed to his clothed one. he notices your nipples are sensitive as you shiver from the contact as they brush against his costume. at this he picks you up to set you on the counter.

“i think i need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

you whine at this, voice annoyed as you once again try to tell him you need to get ready. but ted’s spanking your inner thigh to get you to shut up, his voice deepening for what he says next.

“what’s rule one, princess?”

your thighs clench around his hand even though it’d take him less than 5 seconds to overpower you and force them back open again. you curse as the involuntary needy tone leaves you and flows thru the air, sounding breathless as you go to answer him.

“…n-no..no back talking.”

“mhmm,” he’s pushing your legs apart and sliding his fingers closer to your center, “and what are you doing?”

a frown spreads across your face, “..i-i’m talking back..”

“so what should i do, y/n?” he’s rubbing circles on your clit at this point, making you feel all fuzzy.

“y-you should punish me, teddy.”

he’s groaning out at the nickname, fingers moving to push inside of you at a rough pace. you can hear the sound of ted’s fingers fucking you and his palm smacking your clit from how good he’s giving it to you. you start squirming around from the feeling, so overwhelmed since you didn’t expect to be this sensitive from not actually cumming earlier. but his free arm is wrapping around your hips to keep you still as he starts pressing kisses to your jaw, bound to add to the mess of marks he’s already left there. you’re sweating at this point, clawing at your boyfriend's shoulders as he moans into your neck.

“you're gonna cum on my fingers, cum on my dick, then we're leaving. you can fix your shit in the car since you're in such a hurry, princess."

you're moaning out at that, getting tighter at how rude his tone is. ted's been rough with you plenty of times. he's your dom for christ's sake, but...he's never been this mean.

(and you're mclovin it)

"aww you like that? felt you clenchin on me, baby," you can feel his smile against your skin.

you're nodding your head, too busy moaning to find words. the orgasm building in your stomach is coming faster than you realized.

'i-i'm gonna cuuuum!"

"go ahead, cum all over my fingers like the slut you are."

the orgasm rips thru your body at the permission, your noises being silenced as ted gives you a passionate kiss while he helps you ride it out. as soon as your body calms down he's pulling you off the counter,

"ohh shit, i got you love!"

he catches you on your shaky legs, kissing your nose before spinning you around. you're finally met with your reflection once again, ted's cock lining up with your entrance as one of his hands intertwines with yours. he slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. he stays still for a few minutes just to tease you..and it works. so you start pushing back against him, wiggling your ass for extra measure. he's landing a light slap to your ass with his free hand, a smirk on his lips as he starts slamming into you. but soon enough your phone's going off again, schlatt's face filling up your screen for the second time tonight.

"answer it."

"w-what?"

"answer it, princess. let's see how good your poker face is."

your free hand scrambles to grab your phone, bending over a little so ted's out of the frame and your tits aren't on screen.

"what the fuck is taking you bastards so long?" comes blaring through your speakers.

"s-sorry we're gonna head o-out soon!" you try to say it normally, but with the way ted's filling you up, it's nearly impossible.

schlatt's drowning in confusion, but then ted makes a mistake...he thursts in balls deep, a loud clap followed by your moans you can't hold back.

"t-teddy!" your brows are scrunching up and your toes curling as your boyfriend keeps the new pace, your grip loosening so schlatt gets an eye full of your tits bouncing with his best friend behind you. schlatt goes quiet, memorized by the sight on his phone.

"show big guy how you cream for me, love...and make sure he sees your pretty face when you cum."

your eyes roll into the back of your head when his fingers find your clit, cum so much it starts running down his dick and staining his pants. he fucks you through your orgasm, holding your overstimulated body up as he starts back up.

"almost done, baby. gonna cum in your cunt first though," he's bringing your still-conjoined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the back of yours. he starts jackhammering his hips as your whines get louder. "w-want your cum, teddy! g-give it to me-- please baby. need it!"

ted slams into you one last time, stopping balls deep as you shiver from him pressing against your g spot juuuust right. he lets out a deep groan as he empties inside of you, pulling your head back to reconnect your lips as his hands wrap around your waist.

(bonus)

silence ensues as your breathing regulates, falling into the comfort of his embrace...until your ears pick up on a familiar accent,

"holy.fucking.shit."

↳˗ˏˋ charlie ˊˎ˗ ↴

you and charlie are having a movie night at his place, the half-eaten popcorn bowl abandoned on the coffee table beside an empty bag of gummy bears. the sun setting and your full belly are a bad combo as your eyelids grow heavier as the seconds tick by. you're about to pass out when you feel him move behind you, hips pressing into yours as he yawns. you let out a loud whine, cockwarming him now backfiring as it makes you start to throb around him.

"don't tell me you were about to fall asleep," his voice startles you so you jump a little. making your predicament worse as it makes his dick hits a spot deep within you, moaning out as you press your thighs together. "s-shut up!"

he just laughs at that, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against his chest. you grip his forearms, feeling him somehow sink even deeper into you. "stooop baby..this isn't fair!"

you look over your shoulder, giving him a sad look to guilt trip him. it seems to work because he's pulling out to quickly slam back in, hands going to strip you of his oversized hoodie you have on. (the ONLY thing you have on btw)

charlie's a sweetheart, always treating you like a queen in and out of the bedroom. but you notice the dark look in his eye sometimes, the way he gets lost in his head and will start pounding into you. you know he's holding back, can sense it every time your intimate...and you crave to know what's going thru his head in those moments. so you do the only thing you know charlie will hate. you two specifically spoke about faking orgasms the first time you has sex.

"just be honest with me, i need to learn your body and what you like. don't gotta pretend with me, y/n. never with me, okay?"

you know he's got a dom in him somewhere, so you do what you have to to see if you can bring it out. as he squeezes your newly uncovered tits you start your plan with loud moans pouring from your mouth. you do the poorest job of faking it, making sure to give your worst performance possible. you feel charlie freeze up behind you, his arms loosening from around you.

"ch-charlie?" your voice shakes as you call out to him, "why'd you stop, baby?"

before you know it he's pulling out of your pussy, forcing you off the couch and onto your knees. "you know exactly why. don't act fucking dumb," his eyes are set into a glare as he spits the words at you. your hands go to grab his cock, thinking he wants to use your throat. but he's slapping your hands away before going to grab your panties off the floor, using them to bind your hands behind your back.

"now you're gonna fucking sit there and let me cum on that pretty face like the slut you are," he's standing in front of you now, towering over your naked frame on the floor. your sitting on your knees, bound and so wet it's driving you insane. your boyfriend's muscles are flexing as he pumps his cock, red angry tip leaking precum profusely.

you start squirming, trying to get some pleasure from pressing your thighs together as you watch him in all his glory. he thankfully doesn't notice for a few minutes, too lost in his new mindset he's finally opening up. but when he does he's kicking your legs apart, free hand going to your hair to bring your attention up to him, "so goddamn needy but you're not cumming tonight, baby."

you whine at that, opening your mouth to talk back but you're cut off by charlie shoving his balls into your mouth. your brain melts as your tongue massages him, eyes going hazy as you slip into sub space. there's drool running down your chin, switching between his balls as he starts letting out some whines of his own.

"keep fucking sucking," he's quickening his pace now. the air in the room reeking of sex as charlie's chest starts heaving, cheeks growing red as he nears closer to his orgasm. you do your best to make it the best you can without your hands, pussy leaking all over the floor from the sight above you.

"oooh fuuuuuccckkk," he's forcing your head to stay choking on his balls as he pumps himself to the edge. your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull from the grip in your hair, moaning out at the feeling. he's whimpering as ropes of his cum paint your face, the vibrations finally sending him into nirvana. he releases your hair, petting your head as he leans down to untie your wrists.

"you okay, baby? did i go too far? fuck I'm so sor-" you cut him off with a kiss. silencing his doubts as you burst into a smile, pulling away to smirk at him as you reflect on what just happened.

"my plan totally worked!"

his mouth falls open at your confession, completely caught off guard by your sneaky ass games.

"i knew you couldn't have been that bad of an actor! no way that was your best fake orgasm!" he's smiling at you as he brings your wrists to his mouth, leaving kisses against the red marks.

"obviously! i could definitely fool you if I wanted," a scream leaves your lips as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth. charlie doesn't hesitate to throw you over his shoulder as he lands a playful slap on your ass.

"yeah sure, cupcake," your view of the floor is flipped as your boyfriend tosses you onto his bed. "now lay back and let me show you why you don't ever have to fake an orgasm again...even if it was only to set me off. "

"i don't know…it got us what we both wanted, right?" there's a light in your eyes as you say it, giggles flowing thru you effortlessly.

"oh you're trouble," he's lowering himself against your body, smile never leaving his face.

"yeah…but that's why you like me so much."

"yeah.. it is you fucking psycho."

(bonus)

"cooome on, baby," it's moaned into your overstimulated pussy, charlie devouring you from underneath. he's been between your thighs for an hour now, with this last round leading him to sweet-talk you into sitting on his face. your juices are running down his face and chest, hands tangled in his hair. you two lock eyes as your stomach starts twisting up for the fifth time tonight. there's a smugness to his voice as your legs start shaking around his head, "yeaaahh this one's real, huh honey?"

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I just can't

So leftist want all Jews dead because they label them as white (most of them) and quite a few people on the right actually think Jews are controlling the world and want them dead.

I don't fucking understand this. I really don't I do not get the "Jews are actually destroying the world and are puppeteering in the shadows" mentality. the same as I don't understand the History illiterate people who think Jewish people are not native to the Israel.

No really prove it. You can't. OH WOW some people in positions of power around the world HAPPEN to be Jewish. Ok......so what? What's your point. That's the same mentality of, "Some black people commit crime, therefore they must ALL commit crime." And yes it is exactly the same. And yes I see you leftists. You think Jewish people are all just these white landlords who are trying to take away poor "poc" peoples homes. Sorry shithead. No. Palestinians are not defendant of Philistines. WE KNOW they aren't. AND even if they were. Jews lived in that region even before they did.

I do not get this Leftists and Far Right hate of Jews. I really don't. It makes zero sense. I'm in servers in discord that talk about things like DEI, and current day issues and when I get in VC, or listen to certain people talk or hint, they are all trying to say that "The issue is Jews". HOW EXACTLY!?!? WEF is not headed by some "Jewish Cabal". There's no "conspiracy" where all Jews just have this INSTALLED SOFTWARE where they are like, "Ya know, I want to destroy every country, I want to rule from the shadows, and I just love flooding nations with those not of their ethnic groups".

WTF. No really WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK! I can't get away from this shit. It's insane to me that leftists and far right all seem to believe the most insane conspiracies about Jewish people and I legit DO NOT understand. Dear Far Right, the idea that "A few Jewish people are in positions of power and doing stupid things. Therefore all Jews are the problem" is quite literally no different AT ALL than the Leftist view of, "White people have owned slaves period, they will never be able to repent. Henceforth are all evil." IT'S THE SAME FUCKING MINDSET!

And Leftists. LEARN ACTUAL FUCKING HISTORY. And maybe stop viewing all groups you hate as "White" or "White adjacent". Stop viewing Jewish people through the lense of "Landowners" and "Rich people". You are literally participating in the same Nazi rhetoric Hitler did. You are no better than the far right.

What the fuck is wrong with the world. What? The Bible called Jews god's chosen and now the whole world just wants to just delete them? I'm not even religious but fucking hell. What the FUCK.

Mutuals. Follows. Please if you know anything I ask you weigh in on this. If I tag you don't feel obligated to respond. I'd just like your opinion on this. Because I respect your opinions.

@nerdylilpeebee @gsirvitor @siryouarebeingmocked @generallemarc

#antisemitism #discourse

[lunathebee]

Ooo hiii! I’m sorry for all the rambling!!

Can I please request a Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader oneshot where he’s helping her adjust after taking the vibranium-infused herb? Teaching her how to swim, trying to teach her how to defend herself in case of emergency, also teaching her Mayan + him being really soft with her, lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles (Namor puts on a tough front but I just KNOW he’d be a complete softie for his wife), also he’d be sooo worried about Y/n because while she can now breathe underwater and will age as slow as he does, she’s still more vulnerable because she’s only human, not a mutant + Namor spoiling the heck out of Y/n🥺🥺

Pairing: Newlyweds!Namor x fem!human!reader

Warning: none just fluff

A/n: This is such a cute scenario, we live for soft!Namor ^^

Summary: Namor thinks you need to learn Mayan more; you prove him wrong by saying one word only.

"Easy, slow and steady, my pearl." Namor smiled while holding Y/n's hand and guiding her to the cold water. "Are you sure you're ready? We can wait as long as you want."

"I think I'm ready." Y/n said while biting her lips, feeling how the water slowly rose up as she walked forward. This is the first time Namor has allowed her to be near the ocean ever since she took the vibranium-infused herb, which is such a long time ago.

While Y/n thinks Namor is overreacting, he assures her that it's for her own safety (and his too; Namor can't bring himself to see any water incident).

"Can we see Talokan now?" Y/n smiled while tilting her head, she can't wait to just dive down and see how marvelous the kingdom is, now that Y/n can breethe under water, what can possibily stop her?

"What? Not yet, Y/n; you need to learn all kinds of things first! Like defending yourself, or learning Mayan, or even swimming—do you know how to swim yet?" The king chuckled; he is sure the only reason his sweet little pearl can still talk his ears off is because he is holding her waist. Namor's finger digs harder into Y/n's skin, like a reminder she still needs to depend on him.

"I- I mean we can learn them, you can teach me everything, we have all the time in the world"

A smart answer from Y/n to ignored Namor's direct question. The cold water now submerged her chest, but somehow it still can't stop the heat rushing onto her face. Life with Namor still seems new and unfamiliar to Y/n, but it is oh so exciting and lovely.

"K'ilkabech? (Are you hot?)" Namor asks, his voice full of teasing hints. The king just wants to kiss his beautiful queen's face, but she keeps hiding it!

"Namor, you know I didn't understand when you said anything in Mayan." Y/N scolded before spalshing water at her husband playfully. The action made Namor let go of Y/n instantly due to surprise. The woman wasted no time taking the opportunity and diving down to the blue ocean, letting it control her body.

Namor follows right behind Y/n; he knows she is able to breathe under water now thanks to the herb. Something that sounds dangerous to humans now turns into a game of cat and mouse.

"Gotcha, not so quick now, little pearl." Namor thought and quickly catching up, hugging Y/n from behind, peppering kisses all over her face before swimming upward so that she couldn't escape another time.

"Don't think this is over; you still need to learn Mayan, my dear."

Y/n puffs up her cheek cutely like a pufferfish after Namor's comment. "I know how to speak Mayan"

"Say something to me then?"

"In k'áatech (I love you)" ♡ ♡ 

#namor x y/n #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor fic #namor fanfiction #k'uk'ulkan #kukulkan x reader #kukulkan x you #kukulkan namor #namor the sub mariner #black panther wakanda forever #mcu namor #mcu x reader #mcu fic #mcu imagine #namor headcanon

[humbletumblecrudi]

I dont know if you have a character limit (ive checked the rules i swear) but could i request the first years confessing to their obluvious crush? Male or gn (whichever one youd like) thank you :)

Hello Anon! So sorry this took so long, I had a bit of trouble and now I'm back in action! And it's okay, I take generalized groups (First Years, Dorm Leaders, Staff, et cetera) or at least up to 5 individual characters unless you simply want a list of who and what! (Who is most likely to kiss the Reader, and stuff like that)! I also made the Reader masculine!

(Remember: Fem Aligned [She/Her and She/They] will be banned if they interact with my male works, only read and like my GN works.) (Only one exception has been made.)

Synopsis: Male Reader is oblivious to the First Years advances, and it wasn't until they tell you that you knew. If only they can confess right... !

Ships: Ace × Male!Reader, Deuce × Male!Reader, Jack x Male!Reader, Epel × Male!Reader, Sebek × Male!Reader

𒆜ǟƈɛ ȶʀǟքքօʟǟ 𒆜

① If your one of those guys that is oblivious in nature, he groans internally he should have seen this coming! If you're not that kinda guy… what the hell?! He can't be that bad at this, right… ?!

② Ace is a very straightforward guy that does not keep his mouth shut at the best of times, only really shutting up if he's truly outclassed, and he's pretty sure his hints are obvious! He tells you he like-likes you, you say, "You too!" And he's sure it was okay until he saw your slightly unfocused gaze… 

③ The conversation had dropped, and he doesn't know what you want more, so he asks you carefully about a date next week…

"So… since we're dating, would you like to go to the movies once testing is over?" He asked, his eyes shining with a new and more genuine light then normal. But you seem taken aback almost...

And your face snapped back into focusing, before a whirlwind of different emotions crossed your face! And you answer him, "D… Dating?"

④ … WHAT?! He just said he like-likes you… he wants to date you, in a romantic way! After that clarification, your eyes widen and he feels his blood pressure in his ears! Don't scare him like this, idiot! … But your acceptance helped me eliminate his nerves. 

⑤ He's a cheeky little shit, so he might poke fun at your obliviousness and how glassy your eyes looked while waiting for a different conversation. "You looked so lost! Was it in my eyes?" You both know you didn't, but he won't stop because nobody but you can prove him wrong!

⑥ Sharing anything he swipes with you (knowingly or unknowingly), playing cards in private and not tricking you, and sticking it to Grim for taking his food! But in sweeter spirits: Ace does like calling you his boyfriend on campus because, well, it's true. He confessed, he got his man, he's got the happy ending! Suck it Grim! 

⑦ There is also a high chance he might start using matter-of-fact terms around you, especially about his feelings and ideas… because he's not going through that again! You can't do that to your man's heart again! Deuce and Sebek say he deserved that little bit of medicine, and Jack and Epel sighed at how he almost messed it up. Hey! 

𒆜ɖɛʊƈɛ ֆքǟɖɛ𒆜

① Two peas in a pod! You both have no idea how to take the hints, and run with them! If you're the oblivious type, this has probably been a slow burn since the beginning. If being oblivious is rare, how unfortunate it started now! 

② While the most emotionally mature of the First Years, he's not the brightest boy in class, and only wants the best for everyone. He knows what he feels is affection, and soon love, but if he had to put it into words… Ahhh…

"I'm here for you, always. I really like you…" His confession is soft, almost sad sounding as he wants to continue.

But you cut him off, as he hadn't spoken fast enough to finish the sentence naturally. "I really like you too, maybe even a bit too much…"

③ Deuce states at you, you stare back at Deuce. It took a moment, but both of you fell back and Deuce cried out about what you said. "Do you mean it… ?! Romantically?!" He asked, and internally screamed at this turn of events.

④ Rides on his magic wheel, joining him in the garden as he paints flamingos, and all the other small bits of time you shared; it finally culminated to this! 

⑤ If you and Deuce didn't accidentally matched confessions and both of them click: we'd be back to square one. And Deuce knows that that slip of the tongue was truly benevolent because he wasn't even sure about his approach. 

⑥ Deuce isn't the type to hide anything unless you want to keep it secret, but he's happy your his boyfriend. He'll teach you anything you want in magic wheels, kiss his cheek, or hold his hand. He has no issue! 

⑦ You two were so oblivious and uncommunicative that you had the other First Years betting on you. Who'd confess first, who'd make the move, if you two end up together? Deuce was mortified, was he that bad… ?!

𒆜ʝǟƈӄ ɦօաʟ𒆜

① Jack's only downfall here is his tsundere nature, which can have one of two effects; either people can see right through him, or mistake his feelings. And against his will, if you're commonly oblivious or not, you seem to have missed his signs.

② He knows that smarter people like Leona, Vil, and Ruggie see through his behavior (and the other First Years, but he refuses to believe it truly) but he's still cool and tempered when he slides up next to you at an event… 

③ You had to have heard him coming, his boots squeak and his chains were clicking together, and your happiness at his arrival has his face heating…

After a long conversation about the event, his tail had not stopped wagging one bit, and he groaned, "I'd do anything to make you smile like this again…" 

"Thank you, Jack. Just being your friend makes me happy." You answer, watching his face contorting. You abashedly ask, "... Oh, is there something else? You look upset."

④ Yeah… Yeah, he was upset. At his own incompetence at securing you as a boyfriend, you were just the guy he wanted to date. And he was mucking this up. 

⑤ After a little pause, Jack let go of his face and let the confession come out fully. "I think I might love you, I… want to ask you on a date." It was blunt, and exactly what he wanted. He's actually happy to see your reaction, as he's sure all his cool behavior hadn't broken the ice. 

⑥ He's the one who helped you carry loads of books or material, actually studied with you regularly, and kept you company when you followed the rules and weren't at ADeuce and Grim's whims; please, be at his side! 

⑦ Jack is the most smooth of all the boys, it's almost like oblivious types don't phase him. He knows how he is and sometimes more gullible or honest people do get confused when he gets really defensive or cold, so he knows to knock it off when he's serious.

𒆜ɛքɛʟ ʄɛʟʍɨɛʀ𒆜

① A boy with no knowledge or want of romantic relations until he met you, and this is what you do to him? He's already struggling and your obliviousness to his flirting is daggum atrocious! 

② To be fair, I'll give you credit: Epel has no romantic knowledge and any signs he shows are rough and scrapped from another idea. If your not oblivious, Epel probably caused half of it… and if your naturally oblivious, you are nearly blind to how he feels. 

③ He really has to resort to… resort to… asking Vil… and even then, he only sees brief but confused glances you give him after an attempt to do whatever it is he needs to do! Damnit! He's almost at his wits end until a potion explodes on him and you take him to the back rooms to help him clean his hair and equipment in the labs basin sink.

④ He takes a deep breath and remembers how Vil taught him this was supposed to go… all alone… no threats of interrupting, no distractions… !

"You know, you're one of the few closest friends I've ever had…" He starts slowly after you take a brush to his drying goggles, and he cleans his hair fringes. "I want something more, if you… catch my drift."

Vil's famous pick-up line gets a skeptical look thrown his way and he almost drops his comb. "Did Azul make a deal with you, Epel? Do you need help breaking out of it?"

⑤ No! He's smarter than that, what the hell?! He actually yanks a couple hairs out on accident as he denies the very notion, he'd never! He calms down enough that his vernakular comes back, and his composure settles. "No. I want more out of you and I… perhaps a date at your place?" And thank goodness you finally got it, or he'd throw the comb! 

⑥ He's not shown any real romantic signs or shared too many experiences alone with you, but Vil's plans for your entire last month together was: study date alone in his room, inviting you to a Pomefiore dinner but coincidentally your the only ones there, and sporting event meetups without Leona teasing him!

⑦ Let's be honest here: Ace thought Epel would chicken out (and Deuce as well, sorry Epel). Epel is insulted but after Sebek sort of confirms his lackluster wooing practices, Epel sighed in defeat… then laughed in their face, cause who has the pretty cool boyfriend?! Not them! 

𒆜ֆɛɮɛӄ ʐɨɢʋօʟȶ𒆜

① Ace and Jack thought this was the easiest thing to do. Sebek is a loud and outgoing individual, so Sebek really should have no qualms against telling you but it seems he does! Ace couldn't believe it but: Sebek was shy!

② Sebek has many things running in his head and none of them are in his favor for confessing: will you even like him? Will you even entertain his fantasies? You're an attractive guy, why settle for Sebek?

③ Oh, but if getting riled up by the fellow First Years didn't get him moving, then nothing would. He was no coward, Ace! He was sure about this, Jack! Don't think he can't do this, Deuce! Have faith, Epel! And upon his arrival, he makes mistake number one:

"You! Yes, you!" His heart is beating in his chest and his gloves are starting to feel damp and tight on his hands. He had caught you before you could enter campus. "I like you!"

You, walking around in the campus for your classwork or something else, looked a little startled. "Oh, Sebek. Good morning, and you too…"

④ … Mistake number one of any communication starter: he didn't ease into it, or make it blunt. Unlike how he usually was, he messed up and now you and he were just standing there. 

⑤ He should probably go back, he should probably start from the top… But that seems to only ever charge forward! He now adds to what he said before, "I like you, a lot! A lot, a lot!" And to be honest, it probably took you both a good minute to finally understand what he meant (he panicked)!

⑥ He and you often find each other in physical education so being together is natural, your time at lunch is usually far exceeding normal times to talk, and he really does enjoy learning your favorite subject while walking with you. Thankfully, in the end, you both finally got together.

⑦ Being boyfriends with Sebek will have Ace and Epel clapping your back and wishing you well (one sincerely, one not so sincerely), and Jack and Deuce give Sebek advice on normal things outside royalty and school life… he doesn't get out much, but that won't stop you two! 

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #x Reader #x Male Reader #Reader Insert #Make Reader #Ace Trappola #Deuce Spade #Jack Howl #Epel Felmier #Sebek Zigvolt #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST x Reader #Ace Trappola x Reader #Deuce Spade x Reader #Jack Howl x Reader #Epel Felmier x Reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader #TWST x Male Reader #Ace Trappola x Male Reader #Deuce Spade x Male Reader #Jack Howl x Male Reader #Epel Felmier x Male Reader #Sebek Zigvolt x Male Reader #Disney's Twisted Wonderland #Fem Aligned Do Not Interact

[love-toxin]

a/n: so sorry i deleted your ask, anon, but i had your request written so here it is! ♡

ellie's sentence starter prompts

xxv - "Don't just say you love me, prove it."

xii - "I've been waiting for this all day."

xxxi - "You're mine."

(cws: fem reader, fingering, foreplay, semi-public, mild arguing + the slightest hints of angst but it's fluffy)

"Rob, I didn't mean to say it. It just slipped out."

It's pretty difficult to have a heart-to-heart when you're following your girlfriend around the store, and she's picking up and putting away VHS tapes like it's some kind of extreme sport. But this is how Robin likes to cope with stress--by keeping busy.

And unluckily for you, you've put a lot of stress on her shoulders with what happened this afternoon.

"Oh, it just slipped out? You just accidentally told someone you're dating Hawkins' favourite pretty boy?"

"I panicked! I'm sorry, okay?" In truth, it was really a slip of the tongue. You've practiced what you would say if anyone ever questioned you on your relationship, whether it be parents or teachers or strangers on the street--but you didn't actually think it would happen like it did today. One of the girls in your chem class, who you had been getting notes from, asked who it was you were dating completely out of the blue. Knowing people like her, she probably was curious about whether you were lying or not, since you and Robin tend to keep things on the down low for obvious reasons. Small towns aren't exactly the most welcoming places for a pair of weirdos also doubling as lesbians.

But instead of coming up with something on the spot, an elaborate half-truth to get out of outing yourself and your girlfriend to her and by extension all of Hawkins, you'd blurted out the first thing that came to mind. And oh, did Robin have quite the earful for you after a very silent ride in Steve's car to get all three of you to Family Video for their shift.

"No, it's fine. Totally fine." She mutters, and trails off as she finishes stacking a set of New Release tapes on the return rack. "I'll just tell Steve about his new girlfriend. Bet he'll be psyched."

The last one hits the top with a thwack that resonates through the entire store, you're sure even Steve could hear it around the front as he swept the leaves off the curb outside. And Robin turns to face you finally, her eyes big and glimmery with hurt but her brow set like she's trying to make it seem like she doesn't give a fuck. She's been testy lately for a variety of reasons, but it's always cute...until she's mad at you, of course. Then, it stings.

"You could've picked anyone, and you picked him. And if that ever happened, like, really happened, I would just....die."

You want to say something so badly, to comfort her, to take the hand of the woman you love and tell her all the reasons why you want to be with her forever. But for the second time, you can't get out what you really want to say--and instead of saying the wrong thing, the worst thing, this time you say nothing at all. Your mouth parts, hung half-open only to close back again when your voice refuses to come out, and her eyes dart down to your lips before she huffs and stalks away from you, hands outstretched to push through the door to the back and maybe, hopefully, get away from you for awhile.

Not so. If you can't say anything, you're gonna do something. Company policy be damned, your foot catches the door before it falls closed all the way, and you catch her by the wrist before she can get more than an arm's reach away. She's already not the most athletic, nor has the best constitution--so it's relatively easy to shove her around and pin her back to the door, her breath fleeing in a sudden gasp when you do so.

"I love you."

There's no way for it not to echo here, in the small space in the back of Family Video. But you can't bring yourself to care--you want it to seep into the walls, for someone's ears to catch your voice as you say it. For someone, anyone, to know that you love Robin Buckley with all your heart.

"Don't just say you love me. Prove it." It comes out in a whisper, her lips cinching tight after it does only for her eyes to drop to yours. Your brow quirks up, to her it must say "prove it?" and she nods, already void of the air she needs to stay standing. As evident by the way her knees buckle immediately when you press your lips to her shoulder, on that small window of space where her vest's left a precious slice of skin exposed.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Proving it." You mouth at the soft spot of her neck, hands descending down her sides with your fingers outstretched to catch the loose threads of her uniform, remind her that you've trimmed your nails recently. Very recently. Like this morning, when you anticipated a fun night and some sacred alone time with your girl.

The bite that comes after isn't meant to hurt, but you're sure it does a little bit since you know she's so sensitive there. It draws a whine from her throat and it takes everything within you not to chuckle, because she's so fucking cute it's unfair. Unfair that she can go around looking so dorky and clumsy and awkward and fuckable. Your hand slips under the belt of her pants, an "oops" making its way off your smirking mouth because there's no one on earth that would believe it's accidental. And Robin can do nothing but clasp at your wrist, blunt nails painlessly digging into your skin as she cups her other hand over her mouth and smothers her shaky, soft moans as you noiselessly slide her panties to the side and dip a finger inside her. Slowly, quietly because she's already a little damp from getting a hickey, you watch that doubt leak away as you push deeper inside her, listening for any of those trembling gasps of your name. They're always the sweetest when they're involuntary, when she just can't hold them back because it feels too damn good.

"Robin, why's the door locked?"

But she jumps at the clacking sound of the door handle being grabbed and turned, Steve's voice laced with concern on the other side as he calls out, completely unknowing.

"Beat it, Harrington!"

She pulses, clenches around you when you speak so aggressively, the hand that's been covering her face closing into a tight fist as she silently begs for him to go away.

"What are you-"

"Busy!" She cries back, frustration coming out in the edge of her voice as the back of her head hits the door. "G-Getting boxes! Just a minute!"

"I...okay, I guess."

Sweet, completely oblivious Steve, it won't dawn on him what's happening until much later, you're sure. Shame you're gonna have to leave Robin to deal with the fallout when it happens, but yet again you've had to cover in a haste and you didn't have much choice. You stir your lonely digit inside her, get a feel for how she's tensing and squeezing around you like she's trying to milk the feeling as much as she can--but before long those eyes that were screwed shut in pleasure have opened again, and she taps hurriedly on your arm as a sign for you to extract your hand from her at once. It's a gentle process and a slow one, you hook your pinky into her panties to slide them back and pull on the waist of her pants to pull your hand out without catching it on anything--and when you raise your hand to your mouth, the words flutter out as easily as if you had practiced them.

"I've been waiting for this all day."

With that, you let your tongue loll out of your mouth and press your wet finger into it, a shudder immediately running through your body when you taste it, and hers when she watches you suck her slick off your hand as if it's some kind of honey-sweet nectar. It really could be, she tastes so divine--and when it's gone, it's like the stockroom doesn't exist and you just want more.

"O-Okay.." Only when she manages to catch that fleeting breath is she able to speak coherently, although in barely a whisper out of fear of Steve overhearing. "Okay, you proved it. Jesus. You're crazy."

You love that she says it with a smile. A breathless, rosy-cheeked one, that you want so badly to kiss but she does it first--she practically dives in for it, her hands on her belt first to readjust it before they come up to cup your cheeks.

"I...I've got a whole shift to get through, and I'm just gonna be thinking about you." The flutter of her lashes as she looks at you, the myriad of other thoughts she swallows down to save herself from riling you up further, the love in her sigh as she basks in the glow of your touch...it's all just perfect.

"Good. It'll keep your eyes off any pretty girls. You're mine." You can afford to be cheeky, another kiss stolen off her lips that she melts into without any hesitation. And another, and another, and another still, until she's pulling away to put herself back into place and dust herself off of your influence.

"Phew....you gotta leave out the back, or Steve'll know-"

"-Know that I tried to finger his coworker in your stockroom?" She pushes on your arm, nose adorably crinkled as you giggle at your own dirty joke. But you sober up as the laughter dies down, and twirl a strand of her hair around your finger.

"I love you, baby. And I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean it."

"It's okay. I know you didn't, and I forgive you. And I love you. Too." She pecks you on the nose, her hands itching to get more of you but her good sense getting the better of her. Steve's probably already pacing around the counter, wondering what's taking you and her so long--maybe he thinks you're having a fight. How wrong he would be. "I can't wait to finish. I'll miss you."

"Oh, and I'll finish you when you get to my place. Smell ya later, Buckley." You flash her a wink and a grin, and with that you're stepping back and getting on your way towards the back door while she tries to shake that blush and the big, giddy smile off her face.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #ellie's sentence starters

[tired-reader-writer]

So wait, wait, wait. When I first read this long ago I thought he was being metaphorical bc the translation I read kinda implied it was a single set of armor/sword and it was a metaphor his new task and it tied in w how he later was like “I don't like being stuffy like warriors are.” and so I thought it was a metaphor on him sensing a pain in the ass task approaching him. But now with this (official, I think?) translation I'm now confused bc... is that armed men behind the curtain? Guards? Were they gonna kill him or something if he refused?????? Help, I'm confused now.

He had a point with these, being loyal to tyrannical lords just spells trouble for everybody else, in a way it's like betraying your own class. (That's why Araya's story in Wolfpack could be interpreted as a metaphor for a lesson: Don't be blindly loyal to a murder-happy tyrannical lord without questioning their and your moral position— rebelling will be hard, yes, but doing good is always worth it. Okay Wolfpack intermission over for now) I can appreciate his callouts here. Maybe this is also a hint of his deeply-buried romanticism.

Dramatic much, Hilmes?

Y'know what this reminded me of? This:

D:

Man... The sheer scope of this...

Kharlan really wanted to convince Saam to their side, and he's rapidly losing his chance here and— look, even his eyes look worried. Yes, I am a Saam/Kharlan shipper, what of it?

Surely, Hilmes must've known of Kharlan's desire to recruit Saam? If that's the case then I wonder why he threw that spearhead through his chest— maybe he expected that the Zahhak mages would be able to patch Saam up just fine. Can't imagine what Kharlan must've been feeling the moment that happened, though. Did he know of the mages?? I think not...

This could be a potentially interesting moment to explore in fic, hmm.

Assumptions, assumptions! And they're being overturned. Remember Kubard thinking “I thought [Arslan] was just a weakling prince but...”? Remember Shaghad assuming Arslan was a puppet prince?

I don't know where I'm going with this, except maybe how it's incredibly satisfying for me to see Arslan overturning these assumptions and proving everybody wrong!

[His brother begs the baby to live every night. “Make it through this night,” he would say. “And every night after. Live. You're their son, their son and mine. You must live.” Isfan is right there by their side and prays too. And with every coming dawn Areyan proves everybody wrong.] — what would become part of Wolfpack chapter 2!

Puppy!

Sorry, I just. This chapter hurt so much and I needed something not depressing to focus on, okay? I don't have much to say except that I fucking hate Lusitanians and especially Bodin.

Aaaaaand Gieve is back to being a fucking bastard. There's a reason I disliked him, dammit.

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #arslan senki reread #gieve #husrab #hilmes #kharlan #saam #sam #elam #arslan #and a puppy #wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong #also how is gieve not constantly going through sensory overload his nose is ridiculous #Bodin die a thousand deaths I hate you so much

[wolferals]

✨SLAP ME✨

Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: light choking, mentioning of violence, teasing, overall fluff

His yellow; glowing eyes, piercing into your own so dominating, making you lose every sense for whats right or wrong.

„Slap me! Come on!" He yelled and came provocatively closer. So much closer, you could almost feel his breath on your face.

„I can't!" you squealed and hid a chuckle.

„SLAP ME!" he almost yelled in your face, so you did it. With full force you slapped him across the face.

His head snapped aside and his mouth opened wide.

You instantly threw your hands up to your own mouth to hide the shock of your own physical power. The slap still rang across your ears while he seemed to be taken aback too.

„Im so sorry!" you apologetically spoke and instinctively placed your right hand on his throbbing cheek.

„Good job! Fuck that hurt, who knew a little person like you had it in her." He grunted yet you heard a hint of pride in his tone.

„Im sorry Henry!" you spoke again, the redness on his face spreading like a wildfire.

„Good job. Do it just like that."

He high-fived you, sent you a slight smile before trotting off to his trailer.

The Geralt outfit made him look more dangerous than his ravishing good looks and killer personality already were.

You were still a little shocked to what had just happened but eventually you moved on and stomped back on set.

Freya had a fight scene when you arrived and you just sat down and watched as she swung the sword around, looking as gorgeous as ever.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around instantly. Henry smiled at you, winked and sat down on a chair close to you.

„My god what happened to your face? You werent supposed to lie down with the makeup on Henry."

Gina, the makeup lady half laughed when she saw him but you knew how serious she was with the delicate products. „Y/n did that." he grinned and sent you yet another wink. „Why did you hit him?"

Gina sounded concerned, her voice raised. „HE WANTED ME TO!" you yelled back, trying to make it sound reasonable.

„No I did, I was joking. We were rehearsing a scene. She did good didn't she?"

Gina took a good look at his cheek before adding concealer on the red spot. „Yeah she most certainly did. Good girl." She grinned at you.

„Yeah. Good girl." Henry repeated, grinning devilishly. Thats when you knew you were done. Heat rushing to your cheeks and that familiar coil in your stomach reminded you of how hot you secretly were for this man. Those simple yet kinky words coming out of his mouth, addressed to you, made you suddenly feel very small.

„Alright y/n? Henry? You're on."

You two sent each other a quick look before rushing to the scene.

You got into positions, talked about a few things with the camera crew and the director and eventually you heard the familiar „action."

The two of you professionally acted your scene, Geralt was trying to explain to your character how important it was to step back in a battle so he could protect you. But you were everything but weak or scared and you wanted to take action as well.

„You keep saying that you have the strength to fight my battles y/c/n. I haven't seen you prove it. I can't let you fight until you're ready. And i don't think you quite are yet." Henry/Geralt spoke, looking deep into your eyes, one hand on your shoulder.

„I can fight Geralt! Ive been training for ages and I can take those monsters down just like you. I'm not a child, I can take care of myself!" you almost shouted, forcefully removing his hand from your body.

He looked at you, a mix of shock and annoyance.

„Fucking prove it to me."

-„I'm trying but you don't see me!" you screamed and eventually did as you rehearsed. You slapped Henry across the face, stepping back after you did.

He clenched his jaw and before you knew, he'd grabbed you by the neck, pushing you up against a tree. „I should hit you back for that. How dare you question me or my strength. Hitting me in the face? I should butcher you with my bare hands you fucking cunt."

His eyes were full of rage and his grip on your neck was strong. But something about that turned you on. The way he was holding you neck tightly without taking any air from you, it mustve looked painful for the camera but you were enjoying it more than you'd admit.

His face got closer and closer, voice even deeper than before.

„But I bet you'd enjoy a punishment or two."

You swallowed hard, he must have felt it.

Your character isn't supposed to say anything but simply stare at him in fear. Geralt/Henry let go of you eventually and kept his face close to yours.

„Prove me wrong and show me your will to fight. Then I will let you step beside me and do as I."

You felt his breath on your lips and his eyes darted across your features.

Then he stomped off and left you breathless and slightly intimidated. But not only your character felt like that, you were wet and confused and even more irritated than you expected.

„Cut! Brilliant guys."

You smiled professionally and followed the others back to the seating area.

Henry immediately left to go use the bathroom, according to Gina who he had begged to open his suit in the back. You then decided to get your makeup taken off to relax a bit and watch a few more scenes with Henry before taking off then.

So you made your way to the trailer and took off your costume and your makeup. It felt much nicer to just be wearing some comfortable pants and a top instead of that tight leather costume.

Afterwards, you went back outside to spend a little while on set. „Hey!" Henry waved at you and walked over to you, still in his costume. „Can you zip me back up?" He turned around, his muscular back and bit of his butt bare in front of you. You pulled on the tight fabric and tried your best to close up his suit. „Thank you!" he smiled as you patted his shoulder to signal that you were done.

„Done for the day?" he asked, scanning your loose outfit. „Yup. I'm gonna watch your next scene tho. Need to see the fight happen." He grinned.

„You were great by the way! Fuck..." he exclaimed and pulled your hair behind your shoulders to point at your neck. „Did I do that?" You touched your neck, not sure of what he was looking at. „I gripped you too tight huh? I'm very sorry. I was feeling the character I guess. You should put some ice on that."

You simply shook your head. „No it's fine. You were amazing too! It was intense but like in a good way. It felt realistic, I had a lot of fun."

He agreed and walked you back on set.

„Good job little one!" Henry cooed and placed his hand on your lower back before returning to set and getting into position. You sat down next to Freya and you two watched the scene where Geralt and Yennefer were getting their shit on. She initiated a kiss but Geralt didn't seem to be having it. He pushed her away and they continued fighting.

Freya sent you a sweet glance and leaned over. „Can I ask if you two are a thing?"

Your eyes widened. „No why would you think that?"

She was barely 2 years younger than you.

„Ive seen you two interact, there's something intimate about it, if you asked me."

You only laughed it off. „No there's nothing going on. But he's a great guy though."

She agreed with you and set her eyes back on the ongoing scene. She seemed to have forgotten about thinking that Henry and you were a thing until he sent you a bright smile and winked at you. „You sure the white wolf doesnt have a crush on you?"

She playfully smacked her elbow in your side while you were blushing as hell.

„No we're friends."

Freya grinned at you. „Right okay.“

#cute #preference #henrycavillxreader #henryxreader #henry cavill #thewitcher #geralt von riva #geralt of river x reader #fluff #smut #imagine #teasing

[admirableadmiranda]

for all the flirting and stuff pre time skip wex wasn't undyingly in love with lwj. that opens him up to other people. wq and him built a settlement together, and most definitely were in love. they're good for each other in a larger than life sense . he could not have married anyone else.

that anon does have a point where lwj and wwx wouldn't have worked out regardless and a marriage of convenience would have solved the problems. we even see that in cql,, i think there's a good fic by shanastoryteller that shows exactly this too.

Anon. Anon, anon, anon. Why the everloving fuck do you think I would read a mediocre hack of a "fanfic" author who can't get characterization right to save her life and scams her readers by getting them to buy updates to when she's working on fic? ShanaStoryteller is a hack of an author who should move on to original fiction because as a fanfiction author, she's pretty terrible at it. ShanaStoryteller has no respect for the world she writes in and I have no respect for her.

So let me debunk the stupid fanon you've dropped in my inbox this morning so that maybe this time you'll get the hint and move on. Mess with the Sangsang and you get the Peerless Cucumber.

Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian are not a romantic ship in any actual canon version of Modaozushi. Not even CQL. At best they are like siblings, in most cases they are just allies against inevitable doom. Could not have married anyone else? Why would he want to marry Wen Qing? Where in any one single line does he suggest that this is ever a thing on his mind?

A marriage of convenience would have saved them? Hah! Don't make me laugh. I'm sorry that you've so bought into Shana's fanon that you've forgotten the reason why they end up in the Burial Mounds to begin with is because Jiang Cheng won't protect them. What does Wei Wuxian marrying Wen Qing do? Absolutely nothing other than lock him into a marriage he doesn't ever want. Jiang Cheng's conditions for Wei Wuxian going back to Lotus Pier are very simple: Ditch all the Wens back in the slaughter camps and slink back alone. Marrying her saves no one. Jiang Cheng would do nothing and Wei Wuxian lacks the social power to do anything more than what he does already in canon.

As for the downright hilariously wrong claims that Wen Qing would have made him happier than Lan Wangji, this just proves to me that you don't understand any of the characters involved. Wei Wuxian does not want someone like Wen Qing. Wei Wuxian is not looking for a marriage at any point until the person in question is Lan Wangji. In the book the first time he ever mentions anything like that is asking Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu in the Yunmeng Ancestral Hall to save Lan Wangji for him because he is the first and only person Wei Wuxian has ever even thought of that way.

And then your dismissal of Wangxian not working...well obviously I can't convince you to ship what I like, just as you can't convince me to believe in your pack of idiocy, but also there's a reason why they are the main romance and there's nothing that even comes close to competing with them. From the beginning they are compatible, but unaware of how to connect. Life gets in the way, but they never stop thinking well of each other and wanting to have things work better between them because they like each other. That is the cornerstone of any romance right there. You have to like each other. Wouldn't have worked out in any way? It took Wei Wuxian being dead for thirteen years to keep them apart for as long as it did. When they actually get the chance to spend time together at all? They get married in two months. That's how much they like each other. That's how likely they are to get together.

Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian lived on top of a corpse infested, resentment filled mountain for a year and nothing happened at all. Wen Qing built the settlement for the rest of her family while Wei Wuxian was the snarling guard dog on the outside. Only at the end of her life does she release him from the debt she invoked on him, presumably with the expectation that he will leave and take A-Yuan with him because all of the adult Wens have known all along they're living on borrowed time and eventually it's going to run out. It isn't a happy farming family, it isn't a peaceful settlement. It is a barricade against the inevitable. What's romantic about that? What's salvageable about that?

This is why I kinda hate stories where everyone lives and makes a happy life there. It's not a happy time, everyone's just scraping by one more day at a time, watching the sand in the hourglass run out aside from the toddler who they are trying to keep from feeling this same sense of dread. Outside of the farms and the ramshackle houses the corpses and spirits still wander and it's a miserable place to be. The Burial Mounds/Mass Grave Hills/Luanzang Gang is the place where some of the most miserable times of Wei Wuxian's life happened, do you really think he'd want to start a life and a family there? He goes there because it is a necromancer's paradise and the only place he can think of where he has the direct advantage against the Jin and the Jiang and the Nie and the Lan coming up to siege him. He does not go there to make a home, he goes there to make a threat.

Anon, just let it go. You can like ShanaStoryteller if you'd like, I won't stop you from doing that. But I refuse to read her crappy, out of character fics, I refuse to kowtow to your thinly veiled homophobia of "Wei Wuxian wouldn't ever be happy with Lan Wangji, he should marry a woman instead", I refuse to stop insulting her works when you show up in my inbox to cry about it and I suggest that you very kindly fuck off.

If you return again, I will block you. You have your corner of the fandom, get the everloving fuck out of mine.

#mdzs #asks #anon #anon asks #rant #salty on a wednesday #this whole ask is thinly veiled homophobia and being offended that I don't like their pet author #sorry that I like canon better than Shana's purple fanon #actually I'm not #Shana's purple fanon is ooc stupid tripe that has no respect for either the characters or the fandom she takes it from #CQL doesn't deserve the shit she throws in it and MDZS certainly doesn't #move on and go pollute another fandom elsewhere #or just go write original fiction like you so obviously want to

[beaniebeensbaby201]

MIDNIGHT SUN CHAPTER 2

My wattpad isn't working currently. So if you guys are waiting for an update on there I'm sorry, I can't post today until Wattpad fixes the bug.

Summary: Cassidy Whittmore was just your average teenager. she was a girl who craved adventures and someone who would tend to get into some trouble with her friends and her boyfriend.

this summer, they invited a new friend to the group, trying to get her out of her comfort zone to prove that she didn't have to be a goody goody.

DISCLAIMER// I DO NOT OWN THAT 90S SHOW ONLY CASSIDY'S

Currently 5:47am so there is going to be errors but I'll do them later and fix them. 

I continued to play with the bags of snacks in front of me. Leia was talking to Mama at the front desk, as I continued to look over at her. 

   "Relax! She's gonna do fine." Jay said, as I could feel the anxiety inside me if we get caught. 

    "Babe!" Jay called out when my hands got a bit shakey, but I just ignored him. 

   "Sh!" I glared at the boy beside me. 

   He knows I sometimes get anxious when it comes to doing something illegal. I'll never admit that though, but I've learned front Steven Hyde. Though I never see my father since he left when I was born. Reasons why I stay with Gwen and Nick. 

    "You're shaking." He said, voice full of worry. 

     "I said I'm fine." I snapped. 

    "You sure you want to be drinking in your condition?" Big Mama asks with raised eyebrows.  She stares at Leia's big stomach. 

   "It's for my husband. He got a keg for the baby shower." I exhale as she remembered what I told her to say. 

   "That'll be 39.50." I looked up at Jay who still looked down at me with worry, I kiss the corner of his mouth with a small smile. 

   "You're cute." He smiles at my compliment as I shoved his head to the side in a playful manner. 

  Then something goes wrong with the plan. 

    "I'm no doctor lady, but I think there's something wrong with the baby." Fuck. I felt like passing out when I began to breathe heavily. 

   "Baby?" I knew if I got caught this time I would actually go to jail. 

     "Hey!" I shake my head, as I tried not to get seen by Big Mama. 

    "Jay, we have to go. I think I'm gonna pass out." Jay quickly grabs my hand as I start to feel even more light headed. 

     "Did you eat anything today?" I bit my bottom lip as I tried to recall if I did. 

   "No, I was going to but I forgot." We were back at the Formans house hold when I saw Mrs. Forman. 

  "Mrs. Forman?" I asked, starting to hyperventilate a bit. 

    My hands were still shaking, and my chest began to feel tighter. 

    The older woman looked up at me when she noticed the state I was in. 

   "Oh honey!" She quickly rushed to my aid when she realized I was having a panic attack. 

  My vision began to blur, my chest felt like it was suffocating me, as I began to claw at my chest with my right hand. 

   "Shit!" I heard Jay hiss.  

     "What the hell?" I heard another female voice when I realized the group was probably back from Big Mama. 

    I felt soft yet rough hands on my jaw. I realized they were Jay's. 

   "What's wrong with her?" I heard Leia ask the group. 

    "She's having a panic attack. The only one who knows how to help her is Jay." I heard Ozzy inform her. 

    I stared into Jay's eyes. 

     "What color are my eyes? Can you describe them?" I nodded my head, as I felt my throat begin to burn from the amount of oxygen I'm trying to inhale. 

   "T-They're um, they're. They're brown, like, like um." I stuttered out, as I began to feel my breathing was normal. 

   "Like chocolate, and, and they're some hints of gold in there. But it's more like copper than gold." I continued to describe his eyes. Usually he'd have me stare at something else to describe something, but if they're really bad he'd have me stare into his eyes and describe the color of them. 

   My hand was on his chest, his hand was holding mine as I felt the even breaths of his chest. 

  Everyone continued to watch as my breathing was slower and not as erratic. 

    Jay still kept my hand on his chest as I was finally breathing normally again. 

   "How did you do that?" I heard Mrs. Forman asks. 

    "Sometimes she'd have worse ones. She terrified me one night when she stayed over, mom and dad were the ones that kinda shouted for her to describe my eyes. That was really scary, her face was beginning to go purple. I thought she was honestly going to die." I always felt guilty that night. Even if it wasn't even my fault I couldn't help but feel guilt. 

   "I don't even remember the dream either. I only knew that Jay was there, and then I woke up in a panic." I explained to Mrs. Forman. 

  Jay soon left, and I knew he was mad at me. I quickly followed him out the slide door. Jay was now bouncing the basketball on the concrete driveway. 

   "I'm sorry." He continued to ignore me, as he missed the net. 

    He continued to grab the basketball, but I was able to grab the ball from the ground before he was able to pick it up. He finally looked me in the eyes. 

    "You scared me today, it was like the same one that night. You were clawing at your neck, you have red scratches from the nail marks on your neck now. You looked like you were going to pass out, Cassidy." I grabbed his hand, I sat on the hood of the cst in the driveway, as Jay stood between my legs. 

   His hands rested on my outer thighs as I played with his brown hair. 

    "I'm sorry, I was trying to think of your eyes. When I tried to describe them to you I just got lost in them. I don't know why, but you're the only one who could help me with my panic attacks." I explained, as I fiddled with his fingers. 

    "Hey guys, not to interrupt but we were gonna go to the tower. Do you two wanna join us?" Leia asked, as we looked at each other. 

    "Yea." I was the first to respond, hopping off the hood and me and the gang head to the water tower. 

   

   I was the first to climb up, as everyone followed my lead. 

    "Steven Hyde." I said reading the name in black sharpie on the tower where I'm sitting. 

    "Can you guys believe that this is where our parents used to chill? The best dates are up here too." I blushed as Jay and I always came up here whenever we wanted to get out of the house. 

    "You guys always sneak up here and won't let us tag along." I rolled my eyes at Nikki.  

    "Not everything needs to be a double date." I sassily replied, causing her to shut her trap. 

   I rested my head on Jay's shoulder taking a sip of my red solo cup that was full of beer. 

   "To Forman! She's a true woman!" We all cheered as we watched the fireworks. I looked to Jay to see the glowing lights change on his skin. Goosebumps rose to my skin, as I couldn't help but feel giddy. I pull his face away from the fireworks, to kiss him. The kiss was soft and sweet, passionate yet quick. 

    "I love you Jay Kelso." Jay gives me a boyish smile. 

    "I love you, Cassidy Hyde." I let out a nervous laugh as he laughed with me. 

I can't believe that Jay Kelso was actually mine. Never thought that my life I would have friends like this. That my life would never actually be this amazing. Even though my father isn't around, or the fact I don't have a mom, I still feel like Carrie was the only one I consider a mother. Mrs. Forman was like a mother figure to me. Thought she's older but I consider her as one, along with red Forman as a father figure.

And I couldn't ask for a better family.

"Are you staying over tonight?" Jay asked softly nudging my head that was on his shoulder.

"Mhm." I hummed in response.

Later that night, I was in Jay's bathroom. I was blasting some Godmsack as I was taking a shower.

I heard a knock on the door.

"Yea?" I called out, as I paused from rinsing the shampoo in my hair.

"It's me! I gotta pee!" I laughed at Jay, who rushed to the bathroom when I said he could come in.

"Don't flush!" I said once he finished taking a wiz.

"Dillhole!" I exclaimed when he decided to join me in the shower. He was still wearing his clothes he had on from before.

"Dude!" I shouted when I almost slipped.

"Dude!" Jay mocked my voice, going an octave higher.

I slapped his chest, making a loud wet slapping sound.

"Up." He did as told, raising his arms up

#tumblr fyp #jay kelso fanfiction #steven hydes daughter #that 90s show update #slow updates #that 90s show x reader #good morning

[nikethestatue]

Hello! I'm new here and I'm not sure if I'll be active. I just went here to ask something. I felt like I'm reading the whole series wrong or I missed something but I am sure of what I read. After finishing acosf, I was sure Elain will have the next book. I have a hint that her story will contain breaking of a mating bond, a choice, and her seer power and another unknown. I was excited how she and Az would face Koschei but at the same time I think Vassa will be the one to kill him. That was my whole thought. And truth be told, I am excited for Elain and Azriel. I went to fb and tiktok and also started looking for fanarts. Now, I appreciate crackships, but I was still surprised to see Gwyn and Azriel. I thought I missed something, and someone told me to read the extra chapter,but it only confirmed Elain and Azriel for me? And tho I think the scene with Gwyn and Az are there, it only reminds me of Cassian and Emerie. Nothing more. Someone also told me to read their theories, I did because I was so confused. How did it happen that a crackship, which is okay, became like a "true" ship?

I read Gwyn's heritage theory, her mating bond with Azriel, Elain's pliant bone, light and dark, and everything but I noticed one thing. Gwyn's a side character that was given too much importance by the fandom. It's okay but most of who she is is not who the fandom paint her to be. It didn't make any sense for me but I still tried to understand it since they said sjm confirmed Gwynriel. As far as I know, Gwyn was written to be Nesta's friend, her story was already told, and she somehow have this power I can't point yet but not really important for the whole acotar series plot? But somehow the whole acotar world revolve around her.

And it saddened me to see Elain haters. Like everywhere. They want her to be evil or get killed or raped or something. It kinda disappoint me that they see her as a boring one who do nothing. She's not my favorite, she's not even in my top five favorite but I think she's getting this massive kind of hate because Azriel has feelings for her while she's mated with Lucien. This is supposed to be an interesting plot but the fandom thinks it is too ugly. I also noticed the way everyone hated Azriel "lusting" over Elain, which I disagree since we see how he cares for her from Acomaf to acosf and the extra chapter just proved their feelings are mutual. They paint Az as someone who barely controls himself and would fuck Elain anytime he want, which is not true, but still ships him with Gwyn who is not ready to be with a man in the books? And don't get me wrong, but I thought Gwyn is a like a teenager or a child?

I think acotar fandom are so obsessed with the ships that they will ignore everything and ship Azriel with the first person who breathes the same air as him except Elain. I am more baffled to see Tamlin fans and shipping him with Elain, because, isn't he abusive? And I see people comparing Rhys and Tamlin. Haha I am still new but I am over acotar fandom already. I don't think I will last long here. I'm sorry to say but acotar fandom by far is one of the most toxic I've seen again after so many years. The series is good, not great but good, and the fans are too misogynistic and hateful and pro abusers. I've been told by a friend the fandom wasn't like this before Acosf but I guess I'm too unlucky not to witness it.

I reached to you because I saw you got reblogged by one of Gwynriel and I'm still like one week new in acotar fandom but honestly I am so relieved to see your blog. And also other Elriels. It felt like I wasn't alone and people see Elain's true capabilities and choices. I read the series correctly. So sorry for the long rant. Thank you!

Oh Anon,

I totally understand everything you've said. And I get it. Nothing you've said is incorrect and no, you DO read the books 'correctly'!!

You are clear and concise, but people in this fandom are so lost, so utterly confused, can't tell the difference between fanart/canon/and headcanons. There is no critical thinking--just nonsense from TikTok or Reddit. Like the other day, there was a huge post on Reddit 'proving' that Elain and Tamlin will end up together. And like--just 3 weeks ago, the author herself yet AGAIN said that Tamlin is an abuser. So how can you reason with people like that? There isn't a way to argue or have a logical conversation.

Canon's been lost a long, long time ago in a sea of (non)'theories', loud TikTokers and artists who add fuel to the fire to keep interest on them.

At the end of the day, nothing surprising or unexpected will happen. Elain and Azriel will be the couple. Elain will get her book. There will be bond related issues that they'll have to overcome. Lucien will end up with Vassa. And Gwyn will remain a character in the background for the duration of the series.

That's all there is to it. SJM will write an Elain book, just like she planned for years, and Elain will end up with Azriel.

And no one will care, in the end. Some will seethe and be all mad, but then it will pass and no one will remember the Gwynriel / Elriel shipwars.

[acourtofthought]

for the love of god its like every once in a while when e/riels can't find anything to prove that gwynriel won't happen they bring gwyn's SA like they're actually proving a good point.... SHUT THE F**K UP PLS

nothing makes me more mad than them talking about gwyn's SA like they know how she feels bc if they knew they wouldn't even dare to think about those disgusting things!!!

pls share these comments and ppl experiences so these supposed concern about gwyn's health can see how people of SA feels about sex and gwyn's character: https://www.instagram.com/p/CSh2iFnIbzO/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

they're so disgusting and this is only a fictional character but they forgot sarah also wrote these characters base on the real event. someone like gwyn exist in real life and something similar happened to them!!

and it's not just gwyn also rhysand and lucien!!! bc these two are 1. men 2. they threaten other ships (e/riel and fey/in). i haven't seen anyone saying nesta is lying about her SA bc she's not threatening any other ship or i don't see anyone fault her for drowning herself in sex and alcohol after her SA...

they also ignore what happened to feyre and what tamlin did to her bc they don't even see that as an assault and saying "feyre overreacted" and "tamlin pANiCkEd he didn't mean it" and let me tell you no feyre didn't overreacted and tamlin very much meant it, i've been in feyre's place...

honestly this fandom is degrading everyday and i'm so sorry for them.

TW: Sexual Assault I adore the link you shared, thank you so much. It was very empowering to read someone's experience and what they felt comfortable with. Not all SA survivors are going to be the same. Some may need a year before they're ready, some may need longer, some may need less than that and the link you shared is an example of what worked for them and something I hope we're all really happy to see. So any post where someone claims Gwyn MUST follow a specific timeframe because her SA assault happened over 2 1/2 years ago (by the end of SF), that because she did XYZ since then, it means she won't be ready for a physical relationship for a specific amount of time after, is a post that should not exist. I've noticed in this day and age, people like to toss around that all opinions are valid but that's a misnomer. Not all opinions are equal and valid and this one such example. If you claim you have a degree that makes you qualified to diagnose that Gwyn is not ready, you'd be wrong. A real therapist would understand that unless they had the chance to directly ask Gwyn questions related to her state of mind when it comes to relationships and her assault then no one should ever bring their degree into things. They should not be claiming they are an expert on her character based off the limited information we read about while she had a conversation with her friends under stressful circumstances. And no therapist would EVER place a time frame on when their client is ready to move forward, that is for the client to decide and the therapist to simply guide them to self awareness as to what's right for them. The only person who will be telling us if Gwyn is ready is SJM and if Gwyn is Azriel's love interest then guess what? There is a 99.9% chance that there will be intimacy as these are romance books and she has written sex into every single one of hers. Just as Rhys was ready, just as Lucien will be ready if he gets a book. And if Gwynriel is endgame, of which there are many possible hints for regardless of what some in the fandom claim, the author has said that Az is kinky which means anyone drawing fanart of Gwynriel bondage is completely justified in how they got from point A to point B. Maybe they'll have missed the mark and SJMs version of kink will deviate from that however it does not make those who commission or draw the art wrong for their current interpretation. It does not do a disservice to the character of Gwyn. Claiming it's a disservice is basically someone saying to a survivor "you were assaulted but I don't feel you should be alright with a consensual situation between two fictional people, a real possibility based on the authors writing style and previous works because I feel it's triggering for you and I think it's best if I decide when you're ready for that. You wouldn't be ready in real life therefore she's not ready either". This world seems to be full of people telling other people how they're allowed to feel about their own life experiences and it makes no sense to me. They think they're keeping it to the topic of the books and Gwyn's SA but it affects real survivors because when they claim that since Gwyn suffered SA 2.5 years ago and has trauma related agoraphobia she could not possibly be ready to overcome her trauma within a reasonable timeframe before the next book, they're saying that's the rulebook for all survivors. They're saying that there could never be a situation where someone could finally battle their demons and move forward. And no one, not Peggy from Utah or a therapist with multiple degrees should ever be telling a survivor what they can or cannot accomplish, real or fictional. Until we are in Gwyn's head and have her thoughts on what SHE thinks of Az and sex, no one should be boxing her into anything. At this point, anything is possible until we're told otherwise by the author herself.

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i agree with ur thoughts on s2, here some of my in depth thoughts though:

stuff i didn't like

- i totally agree about carmy not being as big of a presence in this season, i understand they wanted to show that he absolutely isn't ready for a relationship, but imo if ur gonna do that u gotta go bigger? crying in the fridge and getting in a fight with richie who we know he'll easily make up with isn't that big of a deal to me.. i would have loved to see a huge break up that made him confront his inability to let himself be happy AND claire reminding him of hs, home and michael (they kept hinting at this and all we got was one panic attack scene? ok)

- i actually didn't mind claire. it was very clear she was just a plot device from the start and i def wouldn't mind there being more depth to her character, but they had chemistry and the actress did a great job. idk i rly liked her character, but disliked the narrative surrounding her (i started rolling my eyes by the 20th time someone mentioned carmy liked her in hs, we get it!)

- i hate what they did to marcus, i don't see him as a bitter guy who yells after getting rejected idk what the point of that was since it got resolved in 10 min

- ebra's arc felt a little unfinished, like a scene or two was missing? but other than that i think it was great to see him struggle with smtn and more of his friendship with tina

- maybe a me thing, but i missed some of the surreal elements s1 had (the cooking show, the literal bear, the cage, the nightmare..)

things i liked

- literally everything else. the acting, dialogue, direction, lighting, you name it i loved it. the comedic moments were so good this season, richie and fak were standouts for me.

- just when i thought this show couldn't possibly overwhelm me more, but the christmas ep proved me wrong. it could have been shorter (the tiff and richie scene was especially long), but jamie lee curtis was too captivating for me to care all that much

- despite there being a lot of things i dislike, this is such a short list for me? i fucking love this show sm, and s2 was a great comeback as far as i'm concerned. not as great as the first, but still a banger and i can't wait to see what they do next <33

hi babe sorry i kept remembering and then forgetting to answer this and then i didn't want to drop spoilers the same week as release because i can't put your ask under a cut but it's been a month now so i'll go under the cut to hit your points

i didn't completely hate the fridge breakdown like him not being able to be there for such an important career milestone because he kept putting things above the bear opening?? fitting and deserved to me!

yeah i feel the same about claire like after a certain point none of the claire carmy scenes were offering me anything new. i wasn't learning anything new about carmy and didn't feel like the plot was moving along either. and the sex scene?? EW (not in a puritan sex way but carmy is sooooo sexless to me i don't want to see him breathing into this woman's face all sensual like creeps me out)

yeah that was sooo???? HELP! glad they got over it at the end of the ep they'll be fine

agreed about ebra! not completely there but i think he'll shine in s3 if there is one in the same way tina came so completely into her own this season. (love tina!)

yeah absolutely! there was a whiff of it with syd in the last ep with the ticket printing and ep2 where she's going around eating food but more weirdness would have been appreciated idk

i'm gonna rewatch s2 in a couple months i think to really see how i feel about it the further removed i get from watching it the better my memory of it is for me so i'll see how that goes

#the bear #anonymous #i did NOT forget about this ask i promise!! just hadn't had the time to sit down and answer this

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"not everything's about you guys" lmao can't you take a hint in your own words?

Last one of these I'm answering unless you guys want to actually be nicer about it.

Unlike what you'd think, I'm not like Dakkokki and whatever weird shit he's gotten into. I don't have an interest in "proving you wrong". I was genuinely an asshat, I can't say I'm not now but I can say that I'm actively trying to be better. I don't have an interest in constantly fighting drama about myself, which is why I don't answer most of my asks.

Explaining a situation isn't the same as deflecting responsibility. My worst crime was being an asshole to people, despite the fact that I've been called a suibaiter ( for genuinely wanting to commit suicide, i guess? though you are the people sending me death threats, so it makes sense you'd laugh about my suicide note ), a freak who apparently "loves sending people death threats X3" ( i said i wanted to set scalpers on fire. i think we can all agree that scalpers suck. was it appropriate? probably not, not all opinions are meant to be shared. the only other instance i was accused of this, i apologized directly to the person for the hate they were getting despite me not actually doing it, because i still felt bad that they were getting hate. ), and a racist ( i said a dumb thing when i was 16 on twitter because at the time I didn't know the nuance behind words. i was already remorseful after i realized it could be misunderstood, i've apologized to everyone that affected already. at the time i got hundreds of death threats over that, all telling me i was worthless for being disabled and someone should push me down the stairs, i don't want that to start again. i still don't know how to word things like that properly, so i don't talk about race whatsoever as I'm white and it's not my subject to touch. )

I don't know what your endgame is at this point. Despite what you think, I get many more asks than I actually publish. Most of them are death threats. Some of them are nice questions. Some of them are just calling me any of the above words and saying they're gonna tell all of my friends how shitty i am.

If your end goal is really to get me to change, then just leave me alone. Giving me endless nightmares and anxiety, retriggering my eating disorder, sending me death threats, even harassing my few ( read: 3 ) friends I do have left because of shit things I did in my past that I'm genuinely ashamed of and sorry for isn't going to make you a better person, or make me feel more sorry than I already do. The only reason you all are on anon is because you know if your friends found out, they would all hate you just like you all hate me, too.

#my asks #ask: anon #hate mail #tw sui attempt #tw death threats #tw disordered eating