#i wanted to live in the sea so bad when i was little...jealousy is one hell of a drug and i am suddenly addicted

[merakiui]

oooh we can order from aus?? may i please order assorted macarons for yan! kazuscara roommate au and azul childhood friend au with sea salt caramels, chamomile tea, and some sugar hearts (marking)? ^.^ thank you for your excellent customer service, ill be sure to leave a tip!

yandere!kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, azul ashengrotto x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, non-con, somnophilia, drugging, obsession note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴋᴀᴇᴅᴇʜᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴀᴢᴜʜᴀ

☆ Kazuha isn’t someone who succumbs to jealousy easily. But when he learns that his dear, sweet roommate is preparing for a night out, he feels…restless. He’s subtle when he asks about this date you seem so keen on attending, smoothly prying for more information, and since he’s your friendly roommate who could do no harm you tell him the details, if only so he’ll know your whereabouts should anything happen. 

☆ Kazuha adores everything about you. From the way you light up when doing something you love to the way you get so into playful arguments with Scara to the way you accompany him on grocery runs, everything you are is just so wonderful. He’s penned dozens of haikus and sonnets dedicated to you in a secret notebook of his. He often daydreams of you, allowing you to live rent-free in his mind, and every thought he has of you makes him feel incredibly happy that you live under the same roof as him. 

☆ So it’s a little unfair that you continue to seek companionship with others when he’s right here, always willing to lend an ear, always willing to talk, always willing to spend time with you. Kazuha knows that it isn’t right to take you away from your other friends, but sometimes he can’t help the pangs of envy. Some days he wishes it was just you and him in the world; perhaps if that were the case you’d have no choice but to look at him as more than a roommate—as more than a kind, friendly face.

☆ Hours before your date, he’s brewed some herbal tea to help ease your nerves. He tells you you’ll be lovely company on your date and that whoever the lucky person is will be happy to get to know you. You take the tea from him with a grateful smile, and he looks back to his laptop screen, occasionally sneaking glances at you to see how you’re faring. 

☆ You’ve drunk every last drop of tea, and when he looks up from his monitor some time later he finds you sprawled on the sofa. Kazuha stands from his seat and walks over to you, bending down to peer at you while you sleep soundly. He was content to charm you the normal way when you’re awake (and he had told himself he could be patient), but with the way you look so precious lying before him it makes it impossible to resist. He’ll just kiss you a little, perhaps give you a hickey or two so your date will know you already have someone.

☆ That was Kazuha’s initial plan. And while he still does suck love bites into your skin, pulling away each time to admire them and run his fingers over the bruised skin, he becomes so immersed in the way your body responds to his touch and kiss. Before he can stop himself, he’s found himself between your legs. His hands keep your thighs spread, and he listens for the tiny whimpers that occasionally slip past your lips. This isn’t a bad thing; you like it just as much as he does. If you didn’t, your body wouldn’t be showing him just how enjoyable you think it is.

☆ He spends plenty of time savoring you, allowing his skillful hands to work you open slowly. Kazuha wants to take his time with you; he wants this moment to be special and sacred. He watches your face during it, notes every little twitch and moan. His kisses are sweet and gentle, so full of love. He could do this all day, showering you in his adoration, worshiping you like you’re the only one he’ll ever know. 

☆ By the time he’s finally slotted himself inside your tight hole, you’re covered in hickeys. He may have gotten slightly carried away, but isn’t that the beauty of true love? He could lose himself in you forever and he’d still find something new to appreciate. 

☆ Kazuha makes good use of his time. He wrings so many orgasms out of you, your body giving him all the sweetest answers to unspoken questions, and afterwards he washes you, covers every hickey with artfully applied makeup, and dresses you in an outfit that makes you look so stunning. You question it when you come to later, sitting up on the sofa with furrowed brows, but he doesn’t provide any direct answers. 

☆ Kazuha’s still typing away at his laptop. He asks if you’re still intending on going on your date and you spring up, hurrying to grab your phone (which he had made sure to charge; Kazuha is always so considerate). He looks at you just as you prepare to leave through the front door, a pleasant smile softening his handsome face. He tells you to enjoy your date.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴀᴍᴏᴜᴄʜᴇ

☆ Another date. He’d call you a slut, but that would be too flattering. You came home from your last one covered in hickeys (though he’s yet to figure out that was Kazuha’s handiwork) and now you’re planning to go out again. Do you ever get bored of meeting with strangers all the time, or are you so lonely that you have to chase after every available pulse?

☆ Scaramouche is accessible. You see him every day. He’s seen you in the thinnest of sleepwear. You’ve seen him right when he emerges from the bath with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. And yet for every intimate encounter, you walk past him and the divide grows and grows. Although this is partially Scaramouche’s doing; he’s always so cold to you, always pushing you away because it’s the only way he can protect his own fragile heart. 

☆ He could ask you on a date. He could confess and see how far that gets him. Or he could continue to wallow in his feelings, doubtful and anxious about whether or not you might reciprocate. Although when he notices the bites that you fail to hide, each one littering your neck and wrists like jewelry, whether or not you might love him in return doesn’t matter. All that really matters is that you have been marked by someone else—marked by someone who isn’t him. He needs to fix this. 

☆ Scara has his connections. It’s easy to get a few particularly strong sleeping drugs from a certain underground doctor, who annoys the soul out of Scara, but it’s worth it for you. You have no idea how much he loves you. He’s willing to subject himself to hellish irritations just for you. That’s undeniably a testament of his love. You ought to recognize it and be grateful. 

☆ Kazuha has left for the weekend—something to do with his major, he had explained—which leaves you and Scara all alone for two days. He’s pleased to cook for you, veiling his happiness in barbs and scowls so that you won’t know that he actually cares for you. And while you’re occupied washing up, he slips the drugs into your meal, watching as the tablets dissolve. The Doctor had explained how they work, how long they’ll knock you out for, and how many should be given to get the desired result without causing any harm. He’ll prove to you that the one you need is right in front of you, however indirectly and discreetly he may be going about it.

☆ For all the times you’ve argued and playfully bickered, you still trust him. After all, you’ve been living together for so long. The two of you have become good friends, even if Scara is a grump who can never admit his true feelings. That’s why you think nothing of it when you eat and talk about your plans for the weekend with him, and as time drags on your consciousness begins to fade. You think you might just be tired because you’ve eaten a good meal, but that’s the last coherent thought your brain produces before you slip into a deep slumber, slumped in your chair like a drunk. Scara smiles at you from where he sits, watching you for a brief moment to confirm you’re truly asleep, before he gets up and gathers you in his arms to bring you to his room. 

☆ He’s watched you sleep before during move nights or anime marathons, but this is different. His intentions back then were purely admiration. Scara’s hands are cold against your bare skin, wandering with eager curiosity. You’ve always been so perfect in his eyes, and he’s always wondered what it might be like to have you under him like this, wide-eyed and gasping, your arms pulling him in for more. He leans down to listen to your steady heartbeat, testing the waters with little touches. His fingers trace your hips, circle your nipples, prod at your navel. You don’t stir, and a pleased smile crawls onto his face.

☆ Scara’s fingers are curling inside you, spreading you open in preparation of something larger, while his other hand holds yours tightly. He’s murmuring all sorts of things while he presses open-mouthed kisses to the places that have yet to be claimed, biting and sucking until bruises remain in his wake. He tells you he loves you, and it feels so wonderful to admit that. Even if you aren’t awake to hear it, he says it over and over, squeezing your hand and capturing your silent lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. 

☆ He pretends that both of you are lovers when he ruts into you, slowly at first, before bottoming out completely, his heart thrumming wildly. All this time he’s fantasized about a moment like this, and now he can finally live it. He can finally feel you clench around him. He can finally hold you in his arms and tell you heartfelt sentiments without restraint. And you, his precious sleeping beloved, accept him and all that he is (you have no choice). 

☆ He has to take a few photos for later use. After all, he has to make the most of his limited time with you. Though it feels like no amount of time could possibly satisfy him, he’s greatly pleased knowing you won’t be making it to your date. Certainly not in this state, marked and bruised by him. And maybe you’ll finally realize he’s all you need. If you can’t see that, then he’ll just have to teach your body instead. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴀᴢᴜʟ ᴀꜱʜᴇɴɢʀᴏᴛᴛᴏ

☆ Despite all he had done to keep you away, you became Azul’s first friend. Azul had thought you were wonderful—a stark contrast to the annoyance he’d pretend to feel whenever you'd visit his octopus pot—but he would never verbalize that truth. It remained locked in his hearts, festering as the years passed and he grew up alongside you. Eventually, your pair became a group of four when the Leech twins swam into the picture, and now Azul had three friends.

☆ Even though you have a tail with the prettiest of scales and youʼre what everyone would call normal, you still chose to spend time with him, the weird, slimy octo-mer who was bullied mercilessly. To this day it boggles Azulʼs mind that you would willingly give your time and companionship to him. And not just for a few months of entertainment; you stayed by his side for years. Itʼs only natural that he would affix himself to you, finding joy in your presence.

☆ When the both of you were little, you would hole yourselves up in the cramped comforts of his octopus pot and talk about all manner of things. Azul remembers these conversations fondly. He remembers how you never shrunk away from his tentacles when they would cradle you, awkwardly writhing to make as much room for you as possible. You never laughed at him or called him slow. You never thought he was a weak, squishy crybaby. Itʼs your kindness that Azul often thinks back on when he finds himself at his lowest, and just the mere vision of you painted within his mind is enough to soothe him.

☆ So when he returns to the Coral Sea after spending so much time on the surface as a human, he realizes just how long it’s been since he’s last seen you. The two of you have stayed in contact, of course, but nothing can top seeing a dear friend in person. Unfortunately, you seem to be talking about a newfound love. In the time that Azul was gone, you’ve remained here, spending time with others, getting to know more mers, and finding love.

☆ He was foolish to think all would be as he had left it. Of course you’d find love; you’re so very lovable. But you were always meant to love Azul. It was Azul you promised to marry when you were whispering faux wedding vows through giggles when you were little. That may have been childish whimsy, but back then Azul held onto those promises, however joking they may have been. And he has hoped that they might come true one day. But with someone else in the picture… He realizes there will never be any room for him. He’ll never have a chance.

☆ Perhaps he should feel bad about slipping something into your food when he invites you to his mother’s restaurant and prepares a meal for you, all of it on the house. A reunion gift, he calls it with that charming smile of his. And you think nothing of it, happily thanking him and eagerly filling him in on all of the things he’s missed while he was on the surface. Azul watches you adoringly. You finish everything on your plate.

☆ It’s been so long since he’s relaxed in his octopus pot. It’s still as he left it when he returns, carrying you in his arms. You look so peaceful when you’re asleep, limp and pliable and so very perfect. He lays you in the octopus pot and stares at your shimmering tail, the colors so vibrant they’re nearly hypnotizing.

☆ He’s always thought of kissing you, so when he leans down and tentatively places his lips on yours he feels like he’s just accomplished a lifelong goal that he’s been working towards for years now. Unable to resist any longer, he curls inside the octopus pot, with you cradled in his tentacles. He’s holding you firmly, not hard enough to bruise you, and presses himself against you, feeling your heartbeat against his.

☆ An idea occurs to Azul while he’s squeezing every part of you, his suckers affixing to your chest and your slit, tasting and feeling all at once. He can’t contain the smile that spreads on his face or the delightful whimpers that slip past his lips when he holds you close, rutting a thicker tentacle along the lips of your slit. He realizes, in the midst of mindless pleasure, that if you’re covered in enough marks from his suckers this newfound love of yours will know you’ve already been claimed.

☆ For once he’s content playing the role of the gross, weird octopus, if only to chase away any potential suitors and keep you by his side where you rightfully belong. And in the comforting quiet of an octopus pot, Azul makes you his in more ways than one.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere kaedehara kazuha #yandere kaedehara kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha #kazuscara roommates #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul #lunar love hotel 2023 #tw: drugging #tw: somnophilia #tw: noncon #n/sfw

[yonemurishiroku]

Hiya yone! Recently my brain has been infested with bugs that want me to make a Circe Nico AU (Nico is Circe?? Kinda.) You are the glorious fanfic writer who can conjure up anything from anything, so please do your magic.

I'll try my best, however I only know like. 2 stories about Circe at best? So please don't put too much trust in me lol 😅😅

The first one is when Odysseus visits her during his return voyage to Ithaca. I forgot most of it (typical me) except that she turns his crew into animals, which Odysseus managed to convince her to undo and if I'm not mistaken, they live together for a while?? Let's just go with it.

As for this story, I think it would fit best with Jasico? Mainly bc they have that sort of enemies-to-lovers air (Jason distrusted Nico at first). Jason is best fit to be a returning hero, too. Though the Cupid debacle is like heaven and earth with mere convincing on Odysseus' part, I reckon we can work around it with enough maneuver. Why does Nico accept to turn them back? - Maybe he's feeling generous, maybe he's a petulant lonely witch who wants people to stay but never knows how to voice it, and ppl often run at the first sight of him, so he just turns them into animals to keep them by her side.

In the end, Odysseus leaves Circe. This aligns well with the fact that Jason just dropped dead shortly after he and Nico became friends. Which is a funny (and depressing thought) if you put thoughts into it. Which I can't atm lmoa.

Anw. think of it as a piece of quiet Jason has given Nico in the expanse of his loneliness. That, though he was swept away by the natural order of things at the end, Jason did try his best to alleviate Nico's pain. So I reckon there should be a little bit of affection - if not love - in there.

The second story is, well, Circe and Scylla. And the male lover whose name I forget.

This is a classic case of jealousy - so who fits it better than Percy, the canon epitome of every jealous trope in the history of fiction?

sorry that was my pettiness talking. Anywayyyyy, I suppose I don't need to talk about this... I mean it's pretty clear who is who and how the story transpires: Circe is in love with that-something-sea-god, who is in love with Scylla, so Circe turns her into a monster. The only difference between Circe and Nico in this is that he doesn't do anything to Annabeth (even refuses to hate her still. gosh).

But that wouldn't be Percico, is it? So I say just say fuck it and make Percy a sea monster or something Idk. A witch living secluded in an island with his beloved sea monster? I'm in.

Another choice would be to make Annabeth the bad one but I'm in no position to make that propose.

If you still want to keep the story, and if you're any of an unhinged person like me, just make Nico the villain. Well, Circe is the villain in this story, yeah? Embrace it - Nico as the powerful witch, whose loneliness-induced jealousy wreaks havoc on even a sea god. What's left is not love - because love is the last thing Yone needs in fanfics srsly - but an impression of terror, of how disastrous Nico's love can be.

The concepts mix well in this case btw. I remember a painting of Circe pouring a plate filled with poison into the sea. Just imagine it - a blinding blackness spreading rapidly across the lapping water with just a touch of Nico's dainty finger. The shadows overlap with the roaring waves - the black undercurrents raging all the same - and darkness swallows all those whom he call enemies. If Percy's the sea and Nico's the lightless bottom, dark, mysterious, and full of threats.

That's everything I have atm, I guess. Sorry for not being able to help much :(((

#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #jasico #percico #circe nico au #nico au #pjo au

[devine-star]

Can you do an Eddie munson smut please? Perhaps a jealous Eddie with Top Male reader?

Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Warning: Smut! Ass eating, unprotected sex, car sex, dirty talk

Note: I am trying out my hand in 2nd POV (Meaning 'You brushed your hands through his hair" instead of "Y/n brush his hands through Eddie's Hair" Just to see how I like it!) And again, all names used besides Eddie, Y/n, and Chrissy are fake! :) Also feel like this wasnt as good but enjoy!

"Hey babe," Eddie calls from the doorway causing you to look up towars him "Yeah?" Setting down your packet of homework to give him your full attention.

"There is a party tonight, at Chrissy's. Wanna come with me?" You hum glancing down at the homework resting on your lap before shrugging.

"I don't know baby, I want to try and get this done-" Eddie interupts "Please!! It's good to relax and not over do it!" He moves closer to stand in front of you with a small smile.

"You always tell me not to over do it, now it's time to take your own advice handsome,"

Rolling your eyes and chuckling "Fine, okay. I'll go," Eddie cheers while fist pumping before pulling you from your chair "It starts in an hour! So you gotta get ready!"

An hour later, you two were stepping out of Eddie's van. He wrapped an arm around your waist pressing a kiss to the side of your head before making his way into the party.

The music was loud and the house was crowded but Eddie looked so excited to be there; glancing over his shoulder to make sure you were still following him.

"I'll grab you a drink, go snag us a seat somewhere!" Eddie calls over the music before slipping through the crowd.

Plopping yourself onto the couch, your eyes scanned the home as you saw a mix of a bunch of people drinking and dancing. Some of the most popular people in school along with some of the "nobody's"

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend coming through the crowd holding two red solo cups. Your smile dropped when he was stopped by Chrissy; her taking one of the red solo cups from his hands, sipping from it as she seemingly flirted with him.

'What the hell?'

Eddie sheepishly pulled away from her, stumbling through the sea of people to get to where you were sitting.

"Here," He hands your the single solo cup before sitting next to you. "But now you don't have anything," Annoyance was clear in your voice as he chuckled a bit.

"Don't worry, I'll grab something a little later," He shrugs leaning back onto the couch while looking around.

Bringing the cup to your lips and taking a big swig, you cringe at the strong liqour taste "You made this didn't you?" Eddie smiled proudly.

"Wanna get me fucked up that bad huh?" You both share a laugh before he takes the cup from your hand sipping from it as well.

So far the party was going off without a hitch! You were getting drunker by the minute and Eddie was also having his own fun having chugging contests with some of the jocks.

But the thing that made your stomach churn in jealousy was when you couldn't find Eddie for a while only to find him and Chrissy dancing in the middle of the living room.

Chrissy was dancing a bit too close to him for your liking. Eddie seemed to be having fun but it churned your stomach seeing his hands barely holding her waist as they swayed to the beat of whatever song was playing.

Moving your way through the crowd towards them but stopped as someone grabbed your arm. Turning to face the man in front of you he smiles "Hey Y/n!" He called over the music.

It was Randy. A guy who had asked you out on MULTIPLE dates for the past few months; not knowing you were dating Eddie as you kept your relationship a secret.

A little plan hatched in your mind as you glanced over your shoulder seeing Eddie now staring daggers at the tall man standing in front of you.

"Hey Ran!" You called back taking the cup he was handing you. "Wanna dance? I don't see you here with anyone!" Smirking you nodded before chugging the drink.

Eddie's heart started racing as he watched you dance and grind on Randy. Your back pressed against his chest with your arms reaching around to hold onto the back of Randy's neck.

Randy's hands were holding your hips tightly as he pressed his face into your neck. He was obviously enjoying having his crush dancing with him but didn't know anything about the eyes of the school's freak watching them.

The alcohol was clouding his rational mind as he pushed Chrissy away to make his way across the dance floor.

"Eddie!" Chrissy called watching him storm away and get lost in the crowd.

Your eyes caught Eddie moving through the crowd towards you. Smirking as you pull away from Randy saying you were going to get another drink before practically running from your angry looking boyfriend.

The alcohol in your system fueling the choatic energy you felt.

Running into the kitchen to make it look like you were casualty pouring yourself another drink.

Eddie came through the door, slotting himself right against your left side whining softly.

"Did you find someone to replace me?" His words were slightly slured as he snaked his arms around your torso.

"Hmm..." Sipping the drink in your hand while ignoring the looks from a few others in the kitchen you chuckled evily.

"Maybe," Looking down at where Eddie's head was on your shoulder, loving the way his puppy dog eyes looked up at you.

"Nooo!" His anger from eariler was gone, now replaced with a slight sadness and an intense horniness.

Eddie's hands began wondering all over your body. Even dipping below the counter, away from prying eyes, to palm against your slightly hard dick.

"You're miiine,"

Fluttering your eyes closed enjoying the feeling of Eddie's hand. "Shit Eds," You mutter glancing around for a moment, grinding against his hand once you see no one is watching you two.

"Randy's ass could never feel as good as mine," The suducive whisper pulled a groan from your throat, grinding rougher against Eddie's hand.

"Let's get outta here big boy," Nodding you downed the rest of your drink before stumbling out of the house with Eddie hot on your tail.

Swinging the van doors open you push Eddie inside onto the rough carpet of the empty van; locking the door behind you.

Lips met together in a heated make out as your roughly ground your hips into Eddie's earning you a loud moan.

"Ready to put that statement up to test?" You weren't even sure if that made sense but all the blood was moving south away from your brain.

Nodding quickly Eddie began shedding his clothes, not wanting to wait any longer. You followed suit stripping to just your boxers as Eddie leaned back against the floor stroking himself slowly.

"On your stomach baby," You whisper.

Eddie did as he was told whining as you pulled his hips up into the air, showing off his ass to you.

"Gonna make you feel good," You mutter bringing your mouth to his ass, gently using your tongue to circle his hole.

Moaning and pushing back against your face, Eddie grippe the loose carpet tightly in his hands.

"Fuuuck Y/n..." Eddie wimpers reaching back to pull at your hair roughly.

Sliding your tongue inside, using it to tongue fuck him. Moan and gasps slid free from both of your lips.

"B-bet Randy doesn't taste this good huh?" You moan at Eddie's words shaking your head slightly whispering a soft 'No'

"Y/n, I love you but good GOD please just fuck me," The desperation in Eddie's voice made your dick twitch in your boxers pulling away and slapping his right ass cheek relishing in the yelp Eddie let out.

"Remember who's in charge here big boy," Eddie nods looking back at you; enjoying the sight of you pulling you hardened dick from your boxers.

"Don't have a condom baby," You mutter bringing yourself closer to his ass, lining up pausing to know what Eddie wanted.

"I don't fucking care! Cum in me or on me," Blushing at his words you moved your hips forward thrusting yourself into him.

"S-Shit.." Eddie whispered lowering his head with eyes closed.

Moaning loudly you leaned your head back before starting an even pace.

"Y/n..." You leaned down to press open mouth kisses you Eddie's bare shoulders as you panted softly "Right here baby," you mutter.

"Harder, please!"

"I was gonna be all gentle to prove how much I love you but, if you want to be a little slut then I guess I can treat you like one," Eddie groaned at your words nodding quickly.

Moving back to grip his hips in your hands, your thrusts sped up rewarding you with the music that is Eddie's whines and moans.

"Am your little slut..." You smirked at his babbling. Watching Eddie come undone so quickly was a sight you always enjoyed; it was mostly from the alcohol.

"Yeah? You're my little cock slut aren't you?" Eddie's hair was wild as he nodded frantically.

"Letting me fuck you in your van outside a party because you're jealous," You snapped your hips to punctuate your sentence grunting as your felt Eddie clench around you.

"Fuck! Yes!"

"Knowing anyone could walk by and hear you moaning my name. Maybe if you're a loud little slut, Randy will take the hint and leave me alone huh?"

Liking that idea, Edie began moaning louder.

"Fuck Y/n!" Smirking slightly down at him you angled his hips slightly.

"You're fucking me so good!" Laughing softly you shook your head, loving when Eddie became dramatic just for the sake of being dramatic.

Little did he know, it spurred you on. Turned you on thinking about anyone passing by and hearing how well you were giving it to him.

Heat began pooling in Eddie's lower stomach, he quickly began pushing himself back to meet your thrusts.

Stopping your thrusts, one hand holding his ass watching as he bounced back on your dick.

"That's it baby, fuck yourself on my cock," You mutter slapping your hand hard onto his ass a few times.

"So good...you feel so good..." You reach down to tangle your hand into Eddie's hair.

"Fuck baby, so close..." Eddie whined leaning his head back to moan loudly towards the ceiling.

Nodding you grunted softly "Me too baby. Keep going,"

Eddie's bouncing began sloppy as his moans came more frequent and louder "Inside! Cum in inside me please!!"

"Awe, baby wants me to fill him up? Fuck my cum deep inside you? hm?"

"Fuck! How many times do you want me to say it? YES!"

Furrowing your brow, you lean down so your chest is pressed to Eddie's back and your arm wrapped around his throat; putting him in a choke hold.

"You catching an attitude whore?" Whining Eddie's cock rubbed against the carpet of his van; it was painful yet oh so pleasurable!

The lack of oxygen and the new angle hitting his prostate pushed Eddie over the edge. Crying out as he came across the carpet; knowing it would be hard to get the stains out.

You could feel Eddie clench around you as his legs began shaking. "That's right slut," You mutter, "Keep taking my cock, I'm almost there,"

Feeling him go limp in your arms, you let go on Eddie's throat thrusting yourself until you fell over the edge; groaning loudly continuing to fuck your cum deep inside of him.

"T-Too much," Eddie whimpered, overstimulation setting in.

Pulling out and flopping next to him, you pulled him close.

"I'm sorry I made you jealous baby," Eddie hummed at your apology before giggling a bit.

"I was kind of trying to do the same thing to you," Looking down at him with a shocked face he began laughing.

"That's why you were dancing with Chrissy?!" Smacking his back softly.

#Eddie Munson x male reader #Eddie Munson x male reader smut #Eddie Munson smut #Spicytalk #Spicy talks

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

this is probably off topic but like i was rereading sea glass gardens & i was just giggling at the fact that kamo (the good one ofc not the one who took back shots for the greater evil) is just…obsessed with getting this middle school delinquent approval & MEGUMI JUST NOT REMEMBERING HIS NAME???

like imagine dedicating your spare time to impress the adopted child of the strongest who is also the zenin’s heir (if gojo fucking goes crazy or kicks the bucket) who is also the ten shadows user, trying to compliment him, hyping up his skills by saying he has more potential than the current zenin head, only for him to not know your name 😭. & the fact he apologized for it? i’m cacklingggg. you truly embraced megumi’s silent menace tendencies. tbh i was so convinced that kamo had a crush on megumi & was just flirting with him for the whole exchange event 😭.

(also maki’s little story of her interaction with megumi in their childhood? i cried a little. like the fact megumi being a menace to naoya & the clan & taking mai away was like mai’s happiest memory? i really can’t wait to see mai’s appearance here)

also i can’t believe megumi is half dead & blind & he’s already known as “yuuta’s boy”. this is giving when you’re a high school senior & you just forcibly take a underclassmen under your wing & everyone just calls that underclassmen your school kid.

like imagine in a happier universe where shibuya didn’t happen & yuuta pops tf out & introduces himself to the first years. imagine the hilarity of nobara & yuuji trying to figure out how tf yuuta is able to cling onto megs, tease him, & knows little details about him without getting his head chewed off 😭.

honestly..yuuta’s unhealthy platonic feelings about megs makes me wonder gojo’s reaction bc i imagine him being so insufferable like he just assumes that “omg my distant relative have a crush on my emotional support child”

ANYWAYS I LOVE YOUR STORY !! i can’t wait for the next update, your writing is literally so beautiful that i have to re read it multiple times to take everything in (i’m kinda slow). it’s gotten to the point where i accepted your fic as canon 😭. i promise you in a few months your fic is gonna be known as THE JJK FIC. i’m manifesting it. <3

So I’m never gonna get there in the fic because sea glass gardens cuts off pre season 1, but I like to headcanon that Yuuta desperately wants yuuji to like him (he’s megumis friend and also Yuuta feels an obligation to look out for him because they were both sentenced to death) but yuuji is just NOT having it because he’s the one person in the world that yuuji feels almost seething jealousy for. He is not a jealous person. He has never been a jealous person. But Yuuta is living his perfect life, which is a fact that Yuuta would be surprised to learn, because he is not living anyone’s perfect life. From yuujis perspective, Yuuta is:

Inexplicably close to Megumi. Megumi is somehow his boy. Yuuji didn’t think Megumi would tolerate being anyone’s boy.

(He doesn’t tolerate it it’s somehow the best and worst kept secret in the school. Everyone knows Megumi is Yuuta’s boy except for Megumi himself. Megumi insists Yuuta’s like this with everyone while panda silently shakes his head where Megumi can’t see him.)

He’s got some kind of secret history with Megumi that no one will talk about (since I imagine that the second years would legitimately keep their word and not talk about what the Zenin did to him behind his back) but whatever it is it makes Megumi trust and rely on him more than anyone else??? How is the son of a bitch doing it???

He was also sentenced to death but got it suspended and like. Yeah. Yuuji would like to live that dream existence.

The fucking legally adopted child of Nanamin??? How?????

It’s a lot of

Yuuji, glaring at him angrily from across the room: he’s the perfect man

Nobara: why do you say that like you’re mad

Yuuji: why am I not him!!!

Yuuta’s just. Despondent. He wanted yuuji to like him so so bad.

Considering canon Megumi didn’t tell them he had an entire sister until they were at his old school and people were asking after her, I doubt that even waterboarding could get out of him “yeah so I met the second years when my bio family violated the no contact protocol that started because of how dangerously abusive they were and basically tortured me for a week, up to the point of my Actual Death. I was blind for a while. I guess okkotsu senpais protective of me because when we first met he Literally Had To Restart My Heart and Lungs. Also we held hands multiple times in the immediate aftermath.” So I think Yuuji and Nobara would be aware that there’s something weird about how Yuuta and Megumi met but have absolutely no idea what that weird thing is.

(Panda: look it’s really not weird how protective Yuuta is of Megumi considering all that Megumi was going through when they first met

Nobara: What was Megumi going through when they first met

Panda:

Nobara:

Panda: I’ve said too much.)

I have a serious reading of Kamo and a self indulgent reading of Kamo and a Kamo that’s somewhere in the middle.

The serious reading of Kamo is that Kamo was a kid who grew up in a bad situation with very little control over his own life and saw Megumi as the one who could possibly understand him. They both were born outside of their clans but their inherited technique had the ability to elevate them to clan heir. He persisted in trying to compliment him and form common grounds with him out of isolation and a desire for someone to understand his lot in life. Megumi, meanwhile, would see Kamo as exactly who he doesn’t want to become. Kamo has accepted his place in his clan; megumi is violently rejecting it. He doesn’t want to be the same as Kamo because he doesn’t want to be anywhere near the Zenin clan.

The thing is that out of all the characters, Kamo’s really the best one we have to kind of represent the more common views of the jujutsu world. like, he very consistently is shown to be able to make his own assessments about what judgment call the higher ups and the wider jujutsu elite are going to make or expect, and part of it is his desire to fulfill his role as kamo clan heir. And Kamo? Accepts out of hand that Megumi is going to be formally brought into the Zenin clan once he graduates.

Like, he's in the fight during the goodwill event, and he's just like "yeah so when we both graduate we'll both be working to support a major clan in the jujutsu world" and megumi's like "the hell are you talking about. i'm going to kill you with this elephant."

It is probably a common expectation that gojo keeping Megumi from the Zenin clan is not going to stretch into perpetuity. Like. Right now, megumi is a minor. Gojo very easily can control who has access to him. When he’s an adult working in the society, the same trick of preventing all contact isn’t gonna work. Those are his coworkers now. They’re going to get more and more opportunities to bring him back into the fold. The Zenin are just playing a waiting game to get Megumi back and everyone sort of has just accepted that fact.

Kamo is what the Zenin clan expect Megumi to one day be for them, and I think it puts Megumi a bit at odds with him. Megumi has no interest in living the way Kamo does, and a little internalized fear about it happening anyway. Refusing the Zenin clan is the only control he’s ever really exerted over his life and future. He never got to pick being a jujutsu sorcerer, but he chose not to go with them. All of kamos priorities and mindset remind Megumi of all the things he’s messed up about, and it sets them at odds.

The self indulgent reading is that Kamo had a huge crush on Megumi and spent the entire goodwill event trying to execute his four year long plan towards holding his hand only to be thwarted by the fact that Megumi was completely dazzled by a himbo he knew for less than two weeks three months ago.

And the reading above is just the serious reading with the added fact that Kamo also had a huge crush on Megumi.

The thing with Mai partially came from something that Gege apparently released as background lore. In the goodwill event, Mai says that she never told maki when she had her first love, and i was like "that's weirdly specific, I wonder who that is" and then I googled it, and the answer was apparently either Megumi or Maki herself, and I said, "Huh, I Don't Like That" and decided we weren't doing that.

Now, to be clear, I do get making that decision on a level as a writer. Like, the Zenin clan is enormously fucked up and explicitly practices intermarriage. That is the kind of thing where you may include it because it's so fucked up and perfectly exemplifies how fucked up it is. a clan that explicitly is practicing incest is going to heavily skew how relationships amongst family members develop and form and it's going to be a fucked up dynamic amongst closely related people.

But also I Don't Like It And We're Not Doing That.

I did like the idea of Megumi and Maki occupying a somewhat similar place in Mai's mind. Like, Maki is in a league of her own, there's too much history there for anyone to come close to her in a relationship, but Mai's fondest memories of Maki were specifically with Maki occupying a sort of companion and protector role. Maki was in the same "level" as mai. They were both vulnerable kids in a bad situation who were looked down on by their family. They were both fast tracked to be servants. But Maki was the brave one, the capable one, the one who guided her when she was afraid and promised to always be there, and that's where a lot of mai's complex emotions around maki come from: mai was afraid and maki was strong and maki was there to hold her hand, and then suddenly she wasn't anymore.

Once I put Megumi in the Zenin compound as a little kid (since it's unclear what contact Megumi had with his bio family pre-season 1 and how extensive it was), I knew that 1) the zenin would not be putting him anywhere near Mai and Maki, and 2) that I wanted them to have met anyway.

So I liked the idea of Maki and Megumi occupying similar spaces in mai's mind because they both had briefly been viewed by Mai as companions and protectors. Megumi's contact with Mai was way more limited than Maki's was, but Megumi sort of swept into her life at a time where Mai really did need it most.

Mai would have been right at the age where most kids get their technique, if they get any at all, and we can sort of assume that mai may have figured out what hers was late if Maki didn't know about it. She just failed to get the ten shadows technique, and was a freshly confirmed failure in terms of power. She was just feeling the sting of her family's rejection, and Megumi, meanwhile, was the one who was supposed to be the most special and blessed of them all.

And he was the only one who didn't reject her out of hand, other than her sister. He stuck his own neck out to protect her. They all played together. There's not a lot of good memories than any of the three of them have on the Zenin compound, but I think that all of them secretly thought of that day as one of the best they can remember from childhood.

And it sort of was a huge deal for Mai. Everyone was treating her like she was dirt under their heel, but there was Megumi, the presumptive heir to the clan, the Ten Shadows himself, and he played with her. He was her friend. I think that would have been kind of a landmark moment for little mai. not only is that the acceptance and kindness she desperately needed, but I think it was also sort of source of hope for her that she could have a place in the Zenin compound one day without it being utter garbage. Megumi was assumed to take over the entire clan one day, and he was kind to her. He was her friend. He didn't let Naoya treat her badly, when Naoya was the one who was likely going to be heir if Megumi hadn't inherited the ten shadows. Naoya was at the top of the food chain, but Megumi still stood up for her, even though her own parents wouldn't have. So maybe when he grew up and became clan head, he wouldn't let people mistreat her and maki anymore. They could all be happy together, and Mai couldn't imagine a future where she and maki got to be happy before. Even though the clan leadership cracked down pretty hard on them for that stunt, it didn't make a dent in how overwhelmingly happy it made her.

Megumi going no contact probably would have been a huge blow, especially considering her age. She lost her hope and her only friend who wasn't her sister in one fell swoop, and she really was too young to have the tools to understand just how much Megumi needed to be kept away from her family for his own safety.

Mai, back then, was living in such a warped life that she didn't really realize how bad her family was, especially to Megumi. and that's not so much a comment as to how bad it was for her there versus him, but more that she had very little context as to what his life there was like. she was never supposed to meet him. She mostly heard about him secondhand, and that's all being filtered through the zenin's unique. All she ever heard was about how the ten shadows had finally been reborn, and how the clan was blessed for it, and how upset they all were that they had to give him back to gojo. No one even wanted her. Megumi seemed like he was living a much better life than anyone at the zenin compound could expect, so what cause would gojo have to take him away?

She was just a little girl who didn't really have friends other than her sister and him. She wanted to play with him again. She didn't understand much outside of that.

Of course, she's had time to grow up and kind of put her memories of the past in a more reasoned context. Maki came to the conclusion that Megumi probably didn't have the best time there a while ago, and this incident has really put it into perspective for her that he must have cut off the zenin because they were dangerously abusive towards him. Like, she mostly never saw him, but she has a lot of memories of him 1) being hauled out of a training room unconscious 2) being on sixteen hour days at the age of six, and 3) being violently unhappy whenever he was in the compound. Mai, to a lesser extent, likely has a similar awareness that he didn't go no contact for shits and giggles, it was because her family's fucking bonkers and abused him badly enough for gojo to pull the plug. of course, how that's shaped mai's mindset towards megumi now is still yet to be seen.

I know what it is, of course. it is seen for me. you all have yet to see it.

Gojo can and will make his own existence everyone else's problem and yuuta is sooo right to not want him to know. like. he wouldn't kick yuuta's ass. but that doesn't mean he'd be good about it.

I'm so glad you like the story! thank you for your kind words!!!

#sea glass gardens #I have this entire self indulgent continuation that's just yuuta breathing into a paperbag in africa about what the fuck is going on #he keeps trying to confiscate the first years to africa with him #like mostly megumi #megumi is his boy #but he LOVES that megumi has friends like he WANTED megumi to find what he had in his class he adores nobara and yuuji #whoever the fuck they are #he doesn't want to take megumi from his friends so he will simply take all of them #look obviously the others tried their best but they failed and lost the privilege okay the first years just need to come to africa where he #can take care of them properly #yuuta was locked and fucking loaded to be the world's greatest senpai only to get kneecapped with a study abroad trip #the other second years have to play rock paper scissors to decide who has to tell yuuta that megumi fought fucking sukuna twice within two #weeks of the first day of school. /sukuna/. sukuna hasn't been a problem for a thousand years and megumi has fought him TWICE. #he was shirtless both times. literally no one wants to be the one to tell yuuta they are all so afraid. #all yuuji and nobara know about him is that everyone talks about him wistfully and he keeps trying to confiscate them to africa #Maki: look you have to understand that yuuta loves his boy #Panda: he fucking loves his boy #nobara: and we may have to... go to africa about that #maki: you very well may #yuuji tries to ask megumi why they call him yuuta's boy and inumaki jumps out a 3rd floor window to tackle him because he still doesn't kno #i have this crack au in my head where Yuuta figures out teleportation during the goodwill event bc he can't take waiting to find out #if everyone's alive. the first thing he does is save his friends the second he does is hug them the third he does is hit them very hard #yuuta: you promised me you would take care of him! #Panda: we did! #Yuuta: why are there ROOTS in him #Panda sweating: look the thing is--TODO was the one who punted him through a wall for not being an ass man #maki had to sit on inumaki to stop his homosexuality from telling yuuta about that one and she did it not out of love for todo but out of #her conviction that yuuta would murder todo and then feel guilty and then she'd have to /hear/ about it and that's too much effort #all that work gone to shit because panda needed someone to throw under the bus

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THE YEAR OF NIKOLEKSI

At the beginning of 2023, I decided to participate in The Year Of The OTP: 12 prompts. 12 months. One ship. I chose Niko/Aleksi because, well, in Niko’s own words, they’re soulmates. 🤷‍♀️

I have a very bad habit of starting a writing challenge and then giving up halfway through. (Sorry, Whumptober and Whumpuary mods. 😅) But I actually completed YOTP, and I’m very proud of myself!! So, I’ve compiled all 12 fics into one masterpost:

January: DU LÜGST

Prompt: Historical AU

Word Count: 969

Summary: Vienna, Austria. 1794 A.D.

Niko has been studying abroad for a few years now, learning the art of music from a master composer. One day, he hears about a new, handsome face in town. A fellow Finn - and a fellow musician.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, 18th Century, Flirting, Pre-Relationship, Short Oneshot

🖤

February: I’M A SHIPWRECK

Prompt: Mermaid AU

Word Count: 1,378

Summary: After a lover breaks his heart, Niko decides he doesn't want to live anymore, and dives into the sea. But, a mysterious savior drags him out of the water, back to shore. Niko isn't sure what shocks him more. That someone saved his life - or that that someone isn't human.

Tags: Suicide Attempt, Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Drowning, Near Death Experiences, Mouth-to-Mouth

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March: TOWELS

Prompt: “Make Me.”

Word Count: 584

Summary: Aleksi is hogging all the towels in their shared hotel room, and Niko is annoyed.

Tags: Arguing, Flirting, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content

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APRIL: WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEW YEAR’S EVE?

Prompt: “No, I’m Not Dating Your Brother!”

Word Count: 963

Summary: It's Christmas, and Niko is in Oulu, visiting his family. Aleksi is in a different city, but he decides to give Niko a video call, and wish him a happy holiday.

Joona can see the obvious crush Aleksi has on his brother, and decides to meddle a little.

Tags: Christmas Presents, Webcams, Fluff

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MAY: MY CUTE HAMSTER

Prompt: Pet/Child Acquisition

Word Count: 546

Summary: Aleksi and Niko have been dating for about a year now. They already have Rilla, but they decide they're ready to adopt a second pet together.

Tags: Established Relationship, Short & Sweet, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

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JUNE: IT WAS HATE AT FIRST SIGHT FOR US, DARLING

Prompt: Soulmate AU

Word Count: 801

Summary: Everyone has the first words that their soulmate will ever speak to them, written on the inside of their wrist.

But, there's just one problem. The words on Aleksi's wrist are "fuck you."

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate Identifying Marks, Enemies To Lovers, Short Oneshot

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July: LET’S SEE HOW FAR WE’VE COME

Prompt: Vacation Together

Word Count: 518

Summary: Two years after their performance at Eurovision, Niko and Aleksi return to Rotterdam for a romantic vacation.

Aleksi is feeling a bit nostalgic.

Tags: Established Relationship, Vacation, Short & Sweet, Fluff

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August: ENGLISH SUMMER RAIN

Prompt: Storm

Word Count: 538

Summary: Niko and Aleksi share a hotel room, the night before a festival gig. Aleksi discovers that Niko has a phobia of thunder.

Tags: Thunderstorms, Astraphobia, Sharing A Bed, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Short & Sweet

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September: FIFTEEN LOVE

Prompt: Meeting The Family

Word Count: 1,374

Summary: Aleksi travels to Oulu, to meet Niko’s little sister, and cheer her on at her tennis match.

Tags: Established Relationship, Meeting The Family, Tennis, Fluff, Minor Injuries

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October: PLAYING COPS & ROBBERS

Prompt: Couple’s Costume

Word Count: 1,056

Summary: On the final night of the Warrior Souls Tour, Nyamjantsan - better known as “Jaya” - from The Hu invites Niko and Aleksi to a Halloween party.

Niko really wants to wear a costume that matches Aleksi - but the DJ isn’t really sure why.

Tags: Halloween, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Jealousy, Love Confessions, Fluff

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November: THE WORST WISH

Prompt: “Be Careful What You Wish For”

Word Count: 1,489

Summary: Aleksi is in love with Niko. But, Niko is in a relationship with Joonas.

When he spots a shooting star in the sky, Aleksi wishes - for one, selfish second - that Joonas would disappear, so that Niko could be his. Immediately, he regrets it. But, when Joonas gets into a terrible accident the next day, Aleksi is consumed with guilt. He can’t help but think this is all his fault.

Tags: Car Accidents, Major Character Injury, Hospitals, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Angst With A Happy Ending, Polyamory

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December: ROSES ARE DEAD, VIOLETS ARE DOOMED

Prompt: Tattoo Parlor/Flower Shop AU

Word Count: 2,242

Summary: Aleksi is on the bus, headed to his part-time job at his aunt’s flower shop, when he meets a young tattoo apprentice named Niko.

Aleksi is only sixteen, and it only takes a day for Niko to become his first crush. But, Niko appears to have his eye on someone else.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Teen Romance, First Crush, Light Angst, Not Actually Unrequited Love, First Kiss

#blind channel rpf #niko vilhelm x aleksi kaunisvesi #yotp 2023 #let’s ignore that 7 of them were under 1k words #and that only 4 of them got posted in the actual month they were supposed to be posted #I got to write so many flavors of love - sweet and angsty and even a little bit spicy! #I had fun participating in this project. thank you event mods for a fun 2023 :)

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Heist, Heist Baby

Leave it to Hyacinth flipping Bridgerton to be the sibling who finds herself an intergenerational mystery and more or less strong arms her love interest into a low-key jewel heist. Let's talk It's in His Kiss.

CONTENT WARNING: Brief discussion of sexual assault. Take care of you first, and please feel free to skip this post if you need or want to. We will happily catch you next time!

This is now the fifth Bridgerton book I've read, and I actually have to say that while it's not my favorite of the series, it was a nice change of pace. Hyacinth and Gareth feel like they spend more time together as a couple really getting to know one another, which honestly was not really the vibe of previous couples. Anthony was too wrapped up in waiting to die, Benedict was too busy being shitty Prince Eric and generally devaluing all women everywhere, and Francesca and Colin were working through dead spouse trauma and a variation on professional jealousy, respectively. Hyacinth and Gareth just like each other, and Gareth was refreshingly brief in his daddy issues in favor of seducing Hyacinth and realizing that whoops, he actually meant it. So frankly, Gareth and Hyacinth feel more like they are actually good friends. And as a Polin Stan, that is a little heartbreaking to say, since Polin was supposed to be the friends to lovers storyline and as far as the books go, I actually think Hyacinth and Gareth feel more friends to lovers. Polin is more she fell first, he fell harder, which is a great trope but it's not really friends to lovers.

I swear I'm not going to be low-key disappointed about Polin for this whole post though, because in addition to Hyacinth being genuinely good friends with Gareth, we get her friendship with Lady Danbury. And THAT friendship is an absolute delight, although Jukia Quinn might be flying just a TAD close to the sun by spoofing bad romance books that we read to mock in her series of borderline read-to-mock romance books. This is very akin to my feelings about Penelope getting weak-kneed over Colin's writing talent because he described the temperature of the Agean Sea as half-hour old bathwater. Like, I get what you were going for emotionally, but on a very realistic level, you fell flat on your face and your skirt rode all the way up so you flashed your panties at people by accident, and not in a kinky way. Not that that makes Hyacinth and Lady D's dynamics any less wonderful, it's just one of those "my eyebrows were raised while I was smiling" things. We cannot help but love Lady Danbury.

I also just want to call out the objectively hilarious scene where Gareth goes to ask Anthony for permission to marry Hyacinth and Anthony completely blows the tone with his combination "YES ALL MY SISTERS ARE MARRIED OFF I AM KING" and "hurt her and I won't kill you, I will make your long life a living hell" reactions. I enjoyed this Anthony.

Now, having noted what I enjoyed about this book, it wouldn't be a Bridgerton novel if there weren't also a couple of things that I feel the need to call out as WILDLY WTAF. We're gonna go ahead and start with the prologue, because we need to take a minute and ask ourselves why the actual hell the girl Lord St. Clair was trying to force Gareth to marry had to have a mental disability, and why the hell we needed Lord St. Clair's "kick the dog" moment to be telling his son to rape a vulnerable woman. And that's before we even get into the issues with the rampant asexual objectification and infantilization of disabled people, and how that plays into wildly ableist tropes throughout literature. And the worst part is, this adds literally nothing to the story. We do not even see this character on the page, she is just briefly mentioned twice in the novel and is literally not even an obstacle. This didn't have to be casually thrown in and frankly I saw ten different shades of red when I was reading it. Honestly, it's one of hose thoughtlessly, pointlessly ableist things that causes real harm in the world and I am not here for it.

The other WTAF thing about this book is the fact that Gareth plans to "ruin" Hyacinth. I'm not gonna go do ar as to say there are consent issues here, because to say that would be to wildly and willfully misrepresent their relationship and I'm not going to do that. But I'm not wild about the perpetuation of the idea of virginity as some magical thing that can be taken from a woman and tbat devalues her. And yes, I know, it's it's regency romance. But I can understand scenes-a-faire and still not like it. Which I do not, because it says more about the level to which Gareth initially values Hyacinth than anything else, and you shouldn't have to devalue your SO to feel worthy of them. That is some toxic bullshit, do not do it.

Overall, though, this book was pretty cute and it was heisty, and I am a bit of a sucker for a good heist. Insofar as I recommend any Bridgerton novel, this one was pretty fun.

#julia quinn #its in his kiss #bridgerton books #bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #gareth st clair #lady danbury #anthony bridgerton #violet bridgerton #romance books #romance novel #regency romance #regency novel #books & libraries #books and reading #books and novels #books #book recommendations

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“yknow as a fandom I think we could do a better job of appreciating Sierra Deaton”

No just have less appreciating Sierra cause she’s been anti-black, a creep towards fans, invalidated a 5sos fan’s mental health because they’re a fan, trauma dumped on young fans and overshared, slut shamed Ashton, and so on and so forth

hey anon!! Thanks for this concise little list. But seriously, thanks for making me think and pull together a bunch of ideas in my head; I hope in this essay really you can see some of my thought process. I can’t imagine how hard it’d be to be reaching out with something really hard and expect compassion and get a negative interaction instead—if that was you or whoever it is I hope they’re doing better and finding community and people who care. And I don’t want to pretend she’s perfect or has done everything right, we know that’s not how it is, Sierra knows that, Luke knows that, so does, idk, God.

and I’ll admit I’m a bit old fashioned when it comes to cancelling people and I do like to try and see the good in people where possible—sometimes imo it’s the only way to get any positive change. to look beyond the superficial where someone might lash out—is it in malice, or fear, a momentary impulse they might regret later or maybe realise for some reason were pushed to a point where they couldn’t manage anything better. I know I’ve been to that point and I know how I spiral if I don’t know how to forgive myself. I also know this is a fandom where shit gets real and we’re young and hurting and sometimes that just makes us defenceless against our idols and those around them being human, and the shitty side of human we all have potential to become too. And we live in an era of systemic racism and lack of access to mental health services which both causes and exacerbates so many issues that, was the world not so anti-black; had every mentally ill child and youth a support network in real life (instead of the way many of us often spend years only ever feeling seen by the songs we listen to, 5sos songs easily filling in that need)—we might be a little more able to be like ‘wtf that’s not cool but that’s a her problem’ and move on. and can I say we do deserve a world that doesn’t discriminate. And in order to get what we deserve we have to make it. and in order to make it we have to learn how to do better and let people learn to do better—these people aren’t going anywhere. somehow bad people have to turn into good people and yes in order to do that they have to be made accountable. Repentance is truly a beautiful thing; it’s also something that can’t happen when we feel scared and in our survival brain. When we feel like that we tend to easily get into us vs them and dig deeper into our (often wrong) convictions and that’s actually an evolutionary response to when we have to fight against predators; we don’t have time to think ‘but what if they’re actually in the right’ when we’re fighting for our lives.

and this isn’t the place to psychoanalyse Sierra. I don’t know exactly what goes on in her head, I don’t know if she’s sorry or even remembers these things but I do know the rift between her and fans has been quite heated and even scary at some points over the years. And maybe I have the privilege of never being someone who has been hurt by her to have grace for the fact that ‘gotta be nice to this fan they’re having an experience of a lifetime to be interacting with my partner and I’m gonna give the benefit of the doubt that they’re not one of the individuals in a sea of fans who all look identical to me sending me death threats’ is a hell of a lot to put your brain through every single day. If she (and it’s not if, we know she did) make mistakes. If there was too much trauma to hold and she put it out on the internet to cope in a season of her life. If the insecurity became jealousy of one of the most important people in her s/o’s life which became insults that were thrown around back in high school before everyone realised how uncool they were and tried to stop using them but they were still burned in their brains to come out on impulse (I actually have no idea how that specific event went down, or if there were one or multiple). I hope they sorted that out internally; I don’t know what else I can do but trust that it’s something they’re capable of doing and care for each other enough as a group of friends and songwriters to do.

I wanted to save the lateral racism example for last because I feel like everything above is kind of a metaphor for it, if you follow. I’m coming from a place where I’m southeast asian and part white living in a largely western country, so is Sierra, so I’m automatically going to see her as ‘like me’ (and can I say how rarely I get this kind of representation?) whereas if you’re black, or if you find your experience more relatable to blackness, then you’re going to experience this very differently. I can’t know your experience. I also know that asians can be brutal in this area: it’s the reason my childhood best friend hasn’t told her dad she got engaged to her partner nearly a year ago. Lateral racism isn’t okay. But unfortunately what happens is often when you’re discriminated against in some ways we’re conditioned to take the side of the oppressor against someone who’s discriminated against in other ways. It’s all ‘okay maybe I’m x and I should be y but at least I’m not z’ and again it’s that evolutionary survival instinct to not be at the bottom of the pile; channeled in horrible ways into today’s society. It takes a lot of effort and self awareness to be like ‘we’re united in this experience of being oppressed, together we have the power to make a stand that this is Not Cool’ and most of us fail the first few times. but what’s important is we keep trying. we can all heal together when we do.

so anon I have no idea who you are or your background or how much you’ve had to wrestle with this yourself, if you’ve had to stand up against communities who were hostile, if you’ve had to do this while being discriminated against from outside as well, if you know the experience of not fully being one race but not fully being another etc. and also you’ve got no obligation to like Sierra, this is such unsolicited advice but this whole release period for boy ep I’ve really just been thinking ‘it’s healthy to feel our feelings even when it’s not always pleasant isn’t it’ and wherever that hurt is please love it embrace it bring it into the light whatever you do to realise you’re valuable and you don’t have anything to be ashamed of. even your mistakes and where you’ve hurt people and regret that, you’re gonna grow so much from that and have so many chances to do better. maybe you’re young and you haven’t had the chance to hurt anyone yet. I hope you manage to stay that way but if you do, I hope you can forgive yourself too. I hope you dip your toes in activism for Black Lives Matter, for mental health, for sex positivity, I can see you really value these things and that’s really encouraging to see.

and in the end: sometimes I have to be annoyingly human and come down to the fact that I really enjoy the songs that Sierra writes. I’ve fanned enough about gothic summer on this blog already. I enjoy the things she writes and so I listen to them, and I’m not actively boycotting Sierra specifically, I love the creative outcomes when she works with 5sos as a whole, with Luke, with other artists I love as well. As a result I do care about her as a person, I always do, and hey, I respect her funny little routine donations and the undertones of her UNICEF donation back in October and the random animal sanctuary and the occasional nod to some Australian mental health charity.

I’ve inferred a lot about how much more relaxed and at ease and free to feel things and process life at his own pace Luke seems to be with her than beforehand—and the fan in me who’s so protective of these guys just desperately wants someone to be there for them in ways that really matter and I feel like we have seen that, even despite the often rocky nature of the relationship between Sierra and Luke’s fans. Luke is someone I relate to a lot, and there are some experiences that are really hard to come back from, and I’m really proud of him right now and I do get the impression being with Sierra has really helped him get there. I don’t know for sure, I could be wrong, but I’m always going to be grateful when celebrities get to be human and not have their lives and choices dictated by fans either directly or indirectly. I’ll take the allies I can in my activism and even if there are criticisms around sincerity I do generally see Sierra trying and I want to appreciate that. I don’t want to say she hasn’t hurt anyone ever and I pray for resolution and peace for the fans, for Ashton, for her, for the Black community in general, for everyone who’s been hurt in the wake of colonialism and the generational trauma it breeds. And then I’ll go listen to bloodline and think, maybe in some ways we were born inheriting the sins of our parents before we knew better. But every day I discover ways of choosing better and compassion takes us so far and I hope every day I learn a bit more about how to channel that.

thank you for the ask, it really got me thinking and the opportunity to compile some thoughts I’d had that I didn’t realise formed a neat little mindmap around Sierra as a case study!! Much more fun than regular sociology. And I didn’t even get to delve into the political history of Saigon that I’ve been trying to understand more about!!

#decolonisation ariel strikes again #doesn’t capture global racism and the impacts of power structures perfectly I know but it’s my best #and I feel like it needed to be said so. there’s so much art to creating a better world honestly #I hope the activist in you finds this essay satisfying #sierra deaton #luke hemmings #5sos #5 seconds of summer #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford #sorry if the first paragraph comes across a bit bitchy I genuinely had no idea where to start #I think I get nicer as it goes on but hopefully it wasn’t bitchy to begin with but like. if it was that’s on me #should I have an asks tag?? I don’t think I get many on this blog #anyway don’t mind my sorting tags I use for my main idk if it even works to bring them here #silver bridges #decolonise #decolonisation #<-should check which one it is lol; if you saw this from the tag expecting a decolonisation post I hope this wasn’t too weird

[hdchaeri]

𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 ? no one new here, it’s just 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍 back with a second muse ! i’ve been so inspired by the community here that i couldn’t help myself, & i can’t wait for all of you to get to know my newest creation. she’s a muse of mine i had once upon a time, but i never got a chance to fully develop her, so here she is now ! her name is 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒊, & she’s from jeju island, south korea, & has been living in seoul over the last few years. she made her grand entrance into the world on 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒𝟎𝟑𝟎𝟔, making her a dreamy pisces sun & 𝟏𝟖 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅. in june of 2020, she was officially signed to 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄, & hopes to one day début in a girl group as some sort of visual member because she’s not the most talented person in the world, but she has a lot of natural presence & star power. below the cut is a brief rundown of him, & if you’re interested in plotting with us, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 ! ♡

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. death tw.

———   she was raised by a single father on the island of jeju in south korea. her mother fled this dimension & entered the wild cosmos shortly after she gave birth, & instead of telling her the truth, her dad let her in on a secret that she’s never been able to forget ;; even to this day. when she was old enough to be curious as to why she didn’t have a mom, her dad told her that her mother is actually a mermaid who lives deep in the sea, & that because chaeri was born with legs instead of a tail, she needed to remain on land with her father forever. however, he also mentioned that, if she ever wanted to talk to her mom, all chaeri had to do was head to the beach, sit along the shoreline, & speak openly into the mist. she obviously never responds verbally, but she’s the best listener, & chaeri still tries to get out to the water from time-to-time for heart-to-hearts with her mother nowadays.

———   in school, kids generally thought she was weird. for one thing, she wholeheartedly believed the narrative that she’s half-mermaid, & would tell that to people. this, clearly, put a target on her back for the rest of elementary school. at home, she was treated like royalty by her father, so when she didn’t receive the same amount of attention from her peers, it really confused her. despite the odds, she made a couple friends who shared her whimsy & vivid imagination, & survived middle school thanks to them. however, in high school, she noticed a change in how people treated her. the girls were still rude, but more-so out of jealousy. the boys ? well, they became much more interested in her. her beauty reigned supreme, & her playful personality endeared them instead of annoyed them, & she loved every minute of it. she really embraces & adores her femininity ;; that blossomed during this era of her life.

———   however, being self-aware & knowledgable of her beauty comes with its fair share of problems, as well as ❝ ugliness. ❞ most of the time, she’s obsessed with her appearance — constantly focusing on how she’s presenting herself to those around her. she even pays attention to the little things :: how she’s standing, how her hair falls down her back, if her resting facial expression conveys warmth as opposed to frigidity, etc. if there’s a mirror nearby, she’ll get lost in it ;; ensuring that she still looks immaculate. clearly this makes her rather vain & superficial, but she’s equally insecure. she’ll occasionally take this out on the people around her because she not only expects perfection out of herself, but out of others, too, causing her to be somewhat judgmental. perfectionism runs deep within her veins.

———   it made sense to her when she was scouted into an entertainment company via her instagram account. she honestly had no idea what she was going to do with the rest of her life since she’s bad at school, & often feels like she has no other skills besides looking good. becoming a celebrity of sorts seemed like something she could do if it worked out. what she lacks in musical skills & talent, she makes up for with stage presence ;; beauty ;; star power ;; presentability. while others might resist only being known for what’s on the outside, chaeri’s fine resting on pretty. she often uses it to her advantage anyway, so it helps her more than hurts her, & she’s aware of pretty privilege. anyway, if the idol thing doesn’t work out, she plans on becoming a model or actress.

———   she’s still pretty quirky overall, & though she’s definitely vain & obnoxious sometimes, she’s pretty harmless. she’s constantly lost in her thoughts, & she seems very checked out & distracted all of the time, but she tries really hard to be there for her friends. she knows that good ones are hard to come by, especially in the company, so if you show her kindness & have her back, she’ll do the same for you ;; even if she’s flighty & scattered. now, a really big weakness of hers is that she gets extremely sidetracked by the opposite sex. i hate it for her, to be honest, but she thinks it’s fun to play around with them & adores mindless flirtation. i kind of expect her to get in trouble for dating at some point, but we’ll see how it goes.

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒕’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆.

to find out a little more about her personality, click here ! i’m so excited to write her out & develop her more in this space, & she’s open to any & all types of plots. i value complex & deep connections, as well brainstorming something fresh for each interaction, but i’m just as happy to look through any wc’s you might have ! thanks for reading if you did. you’re the best ! ♡♡

#( ♡ ) ——— 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐. moon chaeri.

[chippedmelog]

Percy Jackson/ Neo McAuliffe

Percy parried as his training partner slashed at him. He noticed Clarisse and Sherman gaping at their little spar as they continued. In this small second of distraction, his partner sent him flying. He landed on his butt a good few feet away, with a large cut on his arm. His partner held out his hand to help him up. Suddenly, a glowing red symbol appeared above him. It was a spear crossed over a shield. The symbol of Ares. They heard Clarisse and Sherman gasp in excitement. What weirdos, thought Percy. ‘Neo McAuliffe, son of Ares, god of war, strength and bravery ‘ Chiron announced from the break in the trees. all four individuals jumped in alarm. They centaur merely left again. Neo helped Percy up with a smile. ‘hi, nice to meet you’ He laughed. ‘Nice to meet you too, Neo’

‘You damn onion!’ The newly claimed son of Ares laughed as Percy shoved the strawberry that Neo had been about to pick up into his mouth. ‘Onion? In my seventeen years of being a demigod, never have I ever heard a child of Ares label someone as an ‘Onion'“ Said son of Poseidon sniggered. ‘Oh! Me, Ellis and Nico are having a movie night tomorrow if you wanna join, its in the Hades cabin’ Neo suddenly suggested. ‘Sure maybe, if Annabeth doesn't need me for something' Percy laughed. Neo felt a distant pang of jealousy and concern. Annabeth was rather controlling towards her boyfriend, so what if he doesn't get you the exact copy of a book you wanted? Its not a big deal.

Nico leaned over to ellis wakefield and whispered into his ear; ‘Love birds', as he gestured to Percy and Neo. They were jokingly feeding each other popcorn and chocolate. While making bad jokes about onions. ‘Ares kids are just like onions, nobody likes them and smell bad' Percy admitted. Neo looked hurt for a fraction of a second, as Percy noticed and added another few words. ‘-except for you, everyone who knows you likes you and you smell really nice, lavender or jasmine?’ He smiled. ‘Bloody jasmine’ The son of Ares laughed. ‘Told ya’ Nico whispered. ‘I never denied it’ Ellis grinned.

Percy couldn't believe the thoughts running through his mind as he watched Neo. He picked up a rose and let it fly with the wind. Which made his already messy ebony hair, even more ruffled. He was pale skinned, with a lean figure. A gentle smile crossed his face when a bird landed on his arm, as if he were a disney princess. ‘Perce, look!’ He slowly turned to him. Percy smiled as he approached. His sea green eyes wandered to Neos indigo ones, which were filled with excitement and joy. ‘Isn't it cute!’ He spun in a circle, his adhd getting to him. Percy stuck out his hand, and patted the bird slowly and carefully, as to not scare away something that made Neo so happy. ‘It really is' Percy replied, yet his eyes were focused on Neo himself.

Neo elbowed Percy in the hopes of him missing. They were playing fortnite in the big house. Both had become rather competitive in this little heated in game fight between the two. Percy yawned, and his eyes fell unfocused for a mere second, as they were one Neo, who was laughing. ‘I won!’ The son of Ares sang. ‘You really did’ Percy sighed fondly. ‘Campers? Return to your cabins and pack your bags if your leaving tomorrow morning’ Chiron chidded. The happy atmosphere vanished. ‘Oh no…Wait, how about we meet up as much as we can? Where do you live?’ Percys eyes trailed up to Neos. ‘London! Yet my mum lets me take trips to NYC whenever I want! Well, thats because my granny lives there, but anyways, i'm quite wealthy so sometimes I can get the bus to NYC, we can hang out there sometimes, and others I can take you to my house!’ He gasped excitedly. ‘Perfect!’ Percy smiled.

Later that same evening, both boys sat by the lake. A comfortable silence lay in the air. ‘Percy, I..I need to tel! You something, please don't think of me any less, and please don't tell anyone, by i'm…i'm..I'm pansexual’ Neo shut his eyes, expecting an outraged reaction from his friend. ‘Cool, if it makes you feel better i'm bi’ Percy gave a wide smile as Neo opened his eyes. ‘Really?’ He gasped. ‘Mhmm’ Percy lay down in the damp grass. Suddenly, a group of cleaning harpies noticed them. They began to shriek as they dived. The two boys replied with loud, high-pitched screaming as they sped back to their cabins.

Percy stared at Calypsos moonlace plant. He hadn't even gotten a proper chance to say goodbye to Neo. But now he was back in Manhattan, and Neo in London. An idea crossed his mind as he sped back into his room. He quickly used a drachma and water he had summoned in an empty bowl, to create an iris message. Seconds later, his best friend- apart from Grover- was grinning down at him. ‘Want to meet up for lunch at °Insert random cafe°?’ He asked. ‘Sure! See you there!’

Months passed and soon it was time to return to their beloved camp half-blood. Neo was over the moon to be able to see Percy without the long wait of busses and the many irish messages. Percy himself was just as overjoyed. Neo ran through the forest to their secret spot. A small creak in a grassy boulder supposed to be a hill, what no one knew, was that it led into a beautiful cave, lit by pink torches that had been placed by the cave nymphs many millennia ago. Percy was already there. ‘Tide!’ Neo screamed as he threw his arms around Percys neck. ‘Hey shortie mc short’ The said son of Poseidon snickered. Neo huffed as he pulled away slightly. ‘sorry-' Percy smiled and pulled him back into his warm embrace.

dinner was loud and positive. Neo had joined Percy on the Poseidon table so that they could talk. chiron didn't attempt to interfere. ‘Meet me in the Poseidon cabin after the camp fire' Percy winked. Neo looked rather confused, but got on with telling him about the news of their favourite TV show.

The son of Ares stumbled into cabin 3. The lights were on, yet they were dim. Percy sat reading a comic on his bed. He quickly put it down when Neo entered. They did that a lot now, where they wouldn't knock or ask, they would just walk straight in, the invasion of privacy never crossing eithers mind. Percy jumped up from his bed, an awkward air floated around him. ‘Okay…Neo, what I wanted to say, is that. I love you, romantically, and it scares the hades out of me, I know I shouldn't feel this way, And I know i'm not good enough for you, and I'm so stupid to make the mistake of falling inlove with my best frien-’ He was cut of by Neo kissing him. He tasted like Cadbury choclate. Percy ran his hands through the son of Ares long-ish curls. The slightly pulled away, Neo let out a small moan, and they continued. After a few minutes they properly pulled apart, breathless. ‘Err..what now?’ Percy scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. ‘Are we a thing?’ Neo asked. ‘If you want’ Percy replied. ‘of course!’ Neo jumped down beside Percy. Both were smiling. Percy turned to Neo, one hand massaged the Ares boys throat, while the other traced his reddened lips. ‘Your absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, I must be in heaven' He slurred his words. Neo blushed. Percy continued. ‘Now… where were we…’

(I will be continuing the Percy/Chiron argument soon, just a small little story to keep ya'll interested)

#ares pjo #nico di angelo #pjo ships #percy jackson #pjo oc #percy jackson x oc

[cassie11018]

Percy Jackson Fic Idea

Althea Marley

Daughter of Ares. Claimed by Aphrodite.

Althea came to Camp Halfblood during the winter, in Titan's Curse. She travelled from Westover Hall with Bianca and Nico Di Angelo, her closest and only friends since they joined her at school.

Althea was spirited, proud, and might have had anger issues. And yet, she was claimed by Aphrodite, and arrangements were made for her to live in Cabin 10. One evident issue with this: she had most certainly known her mother before she died. So her godly parent couldn’t have been a goddess?

Enter Ares: certified asshole as far as individuals go and especially parents. But sometimes the gods surprise you. Ares at the very least was able to recognize when a prophecy referred to his own child. And he knew when The Binary prophecy, spoken in tandem with the Great Prophecy, told of one of his daughters having the power to destroy Olympus. And in a marginally respectable parenting decision he chose not to claim her to protect her from the gods as long as he could. Leaving her unclaimed still could have left some suspicion and who else could he ask to take her in than his closest Olympian confidant.

And Aphrodite wanted to help her lover. Although there was also the fact that Althea's mother was her daughter and she was a bit bitter that Ares had spent the night with one of her children. (god blood doesn’t matter, it’s fine I promise) So, naturally, in her jealousy she cursed Althea so that anyone who loved her would be destined to die. And now that she was realizing how important some of Althea's decisions were she felt a little bit guilty. So she owed the girl a cabin at least.

The Aphrodite children of Cabin 10 knew Althea didn’t belong. But unable to kick her out by ruling of their head counselor, they decide to reignite an old fashioned Aphrodite cabin hazing ritual. Althea has to make someone fall in love with her and then break their heart. There were some evident flaws in this plan. Deadly ones.

But as if things weren’t already bad

The given target: Percy Jackson

And as if that wasn’t problem enough Althea might be falling for the son of the sea, and that could prove very deadly for either of them as far as curses and fathers go. Especially when it comes to Althea’s developing anger issues that occasionally cause side effects that read like a medicine bottle.

[wiw3]

Tent of Cards

Nobody wants the truth, not really.

This is an impactless, toothless statement made by every amateur journalist of the past decade, but some of them resolve to try to show it to the world anyway, to those who have just as much of a perverse desire to hold others accountable, so that life might not look upon them too unkindly.

I say live and let live. Let another psycho be the one to kill a person I think deserves removal from this planet. Contextless, everything sounds bad, transcript-by-transcript, so let's publish the manifesto anyway. I'd rather do than not do. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Every life lesson, every piece of wisdom is corruptible, I haven't found a single piece that can't be countered simply by thinking from another angle. Nothing is watertight, especially not airtight. Nothing is good, nothing will ever be good. I miss my habits.

I was doing well there for a very short time. I flew too close to the sun, though, trying to add habits on habits on habits, and eventually the entire house of cards collapsed. You aren't allowed to build a house of cards for yourself anymore, or if you are, you have to work exceedingly harder and harder at it.

And I know what others think when it comes to that. It's great, you have purpose, a goal, a holy mission sent from whatever your God looks like in order to feel like you're somehow important in an infinite sea of lack.

I'll tell myself a little secret, you can hear it, too.

Nobody is important. Nobody has ever been important. Nobody will ever be important.

The subjectivity of life is simultaneously one of the most beautifully-captivating, yet horrifically-repulsive features of our species. We're such hypocrites, all the time, about so many things, especially about those that we choose to lecture others upon.

I should do everyone a favor, this is just feed-clutter. It's Tumblr-garnish, like a parsley sprig on a well-done tofu-steak.

Would anyone even notice if it was gone unless there was a consequence for not noticing?

A food-critic might get fired for such an offense, you'd better notate the parsley sprig.

Jaded cynicism is no help, here. I need to get up and change my mindset, but there's too much to do. Too many things to do for people who I can't guarantee will care about them or not. I won't even be able to receive much release from it if they do. I don't even think a standing ovation could save me, now.

Oh well, I don't think anyone was ever made to be truly happy a hundred-percent of the time, but maybe thinking that is just a copacetic, coping lie to myself so that I'm not consumed by jealousy for those who put on the tack-sharp illusion of being happy a hundred-percent of the time.

Be good to each other. God knows I haven't been able to for a while.

#writing #ranting #lot of anger at the world right now #hypocrisy #who even cares #not even insightful #is this helping #i can't tell #unemployed clearly #shit #blog #creative writing #creative indulgence

[lovelymysticmoon]

Happy WIP Whenever (on a Wednesday!!!) I would like you, this time, to look at your WIP, the one you're struggling with, the one you want to give up on and trash, and I want you to give me one (1) sentence that you really like, and tell me why you like it? Tell me one (1) good thing about this WIP! 💙💙💙

Hi Kit! This is a great question! I really have to think about it, because I have a few that are bothering me, and I haven't made progress on them in a while because of being stuck and just wanting to trash them, so picking one is the hardest part so far.

I decided to go with one with a temporary title of "Jealous Sea" based around a prompt I gave myself, to write a fic while listening to a Meg Myers song of the same name.

Tell me one good thing about this wip: Even if I never finish it, I went WAAAY out of my comfort zone with this one. It's an AU, no powers, college, absolutely zero canon events in it so far, AND I wrote it in first person, which is super hard for me and probably why I'm having so much trouble with it. I have a tendency to twist canon, write things that could fit within someone else's established universe, either during or post canon. I actually had some bad experiences in the past with flaming and "well-meant," yet cruel critique from "friends" when I branched out into AU's in the past, so I think that's also part of my hang-ups with writing this, but I still tried, and that matters.

Give me one sentence that you like: He saw me too, the smug bastard, winked at me across the courtyard and waved like we're still friends... maybe to him, we are.

Tell me why you like it: I don't know how to explain why I like this sentence, but I'll try! So, I pictured this sentence in my head from the first listen of the song. 😅 I had to write a little bit to get to it, it's the reason the fic is in first person, because the 600 words I have so far are just Bucky writing three journal entries. I wrote it while I was all up in my feelings about the song, which has a great chorus that I will share part of with you here!

"And I don't think I can stop the Jealous Sea

When it comes, it comes like waves and I can't breathe

And I don't think I can stop the Jealous Sea,

When it runs it runs like lightning through my teeth"

Which to me really expresses the balancing act Bucky is trying to manage between being jealous that his ex, Steve, has moved on, trying to start a new relationship with the exchange student living in his house, and the fact that his sister flirts with all of his guy friends and boyfriends and he's just constantly grappling with that feeling of jealousy.

Somehow I think I've lost sight of the topic at hand and I've talked far too much, but I hope that answers your question! Thanks so much for the ask!

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic asks #sweet asks #kitthekazoo #kit tag #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes #bucky x zemo #helmut zemo #winterbaron #zemo x bucky #tfatws #thanks for the ask! #wip whenever

[boytouya]

oh yea those are great recommendations, love coraline i dont get how people found it scary?

some of my favorite movies that id recommend would be

almost any ghibli movie, ratatouille,megamind,shrek, paranormen is pretty good,

shows? uh definitely atla ,the new loki series is pretty good, um law and order svu, gravity falls, OH fmabh

um thats all i can think of for now? i have a whole list but ask me ans i forget everything ive ever watched

also that new pixar movie? luca? they give me fruity vibes

-shinso

me too!! i watched it when i was little and loved it ever since.

i know i’ve seen ratatouille a million times but for some reason it’s hard to remember what happens in it?? i really like paranorman though!

i havent watched the new loki series yet!! i keep rewatching tfatws though..it’s not my fault bucky is my favorite 😔 i hope gravity falls gets a movie or something, it was so good and ahead of its time

FRUITYVIBESTHWSTG?? i haven’t watched it yet but it looks so cute

#i wanted to live in the sea so bad when i was little...jealousy is one hell of a drug and i am suddenly addicted #💌.letters #🐈‍⬛.hito

[vendettaparker]

Reckless [T.H]

Summary: In a fit of jealousy, Tom embarrasses you in front of your new friend and the entire pub, leaving you heartbroken at his reckless actions.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Swearing, angst, slut-shaming 

a/n: hi! sorry this took so so so long for me to get out! i got super busy with other works, but i’m super happy with how this turned out :) i hope you enjoy this, and don’t worry, i know how scary those warnings look ^ but this ends happy, i promise! as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

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Tom was an idiot. He was an actual fucking idiot. He now realizes that as he watches you run out of the pub with hot tears streaming down your face. He watches as Harry runs after you, your bag in his hand, probably to make sure you make it back home safe since there was no way you’d return to the crowded bar, where Harrison and Sam were giving Tom death glares, the same little pub where Tom had made a complete fool out of you. 

The few months Tom came home to London were always the setting of your most cherished memories. Sometimes it seemed like when he left so did the whole group of friends you surround yourself with.

There was no doubt in your mind that Tom was the life of the party. He had a certain aura about him that caused some of the most fucked up, but amazing situations to occur. That was probably one of the reasons you loved him so much. 

When he was in town, his brothers, Harrison, and Tuwaine all joined together to make the next few months memorable before he had to leave again, and you were always included, but when he was gone, Harry usually went with him, Harrison focused on work for himself, and Sam focused on his restaurant. The world slowed down after Tom left, and so many times, you were left to wait for his return; alone. 

Tom hated leaving you behind every time he went back to the states, but you had such deep roots in London, he didn’t want to pry you from your family for months on end. He loved you too much to constantly subject you to his hectic lifestyle. He spent as much time with you as he could when he saw you, but the second he had to go, it was all tearful goodbyes in a crowded airport. 

You and Tom had been best friends for decades at this point. You supported him no matter what it was that he wanted to accomplish. He’s even said in interviews that he credits a huge bulk of his success to his friend back home, then he’d give a wink to the camera, and you always knew it was for you. 

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When Tom came home after filming Spider-Man: No Way Home, you practically tackled him to the ground in a hug. 

“You div,” You mumbled into his neck, “you forgot to let me FaceTime with Zendaya.” 

“Oh, shit!” Tom gasped, finally remembering your request to talk to your favorite actress, “my bad.”

You looked at Tom incredulously, “I don’t think I can be friends with you anymore.” You feigned hurt, clutching your hand to your chest, “it just hurts too much.” 

“That’s a damn shame,” Tom frowned, “I mean, I could just FaceTime Zendaya now, but if that’s how you—”

“I changed my mind,” You smiled sweetly, cutting him off, “love you, bestie.” 

Tom rolled his eyes and pulled you into another hug, “Missed you, bestie.” 

“Um,” Sam, Paddy, and Harrison stood behind you, clearing their throats. 

“Missed you guys too,” Tom sighed, and he rushed over and gave his brothers and friend a hug.

You gave Harry a hug while Tom chatted with his brothers, quickly catching up with him. 

“What’s the plan for tonight, guys?” You spoke up. 

Every night after Tom got back, he’d go back to his flat and take a nap before a night out on the town. Usually, you’d bar hop a bit before going to a club, so tonight wasn’t likely to be any different. 

“I was thinking we could get dinner at Lorenzo’s,” Harry said, “then maybe hit the pub on Ashford?”

You and the others nodded in agreement as you made your way out of the airport.

“Can I invite my friend Avery?” You asked. 

Tom nodded, “Sure, I didn’t even know you had any other friends, (Y/N),” he joked.

“Haha,” You laughed sarcastically, “gee that was a good one, Tom. You really got me.” 

“What can I say?” He smirked, “I’m a comedian.” 

“Is that the guy you met in your philosophy lecture?” Harrison butt in.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “he’s really sweet, so be on your best behavior guys, and maybe don’t be yourselves, just this once?” you suggested with a slightly teasing tone. 

“Are you trying to impress him or something?” Tom inquired.

“No,” You scoffed, “I’m just trying to not throw him to the wolves.” 

Tom laughed along, but it was strained. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of adding a new member to your friend group, and the little glint in your eye when you talked about Avery made his heart tighten. 

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“Okay,” You smiled as you set the last of Tom’s luggage in his living room, “I’ll let you get some sleep then.”

You gave him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek, “see you later.” 

Tom reciprocated and inhaled the sweet smell of lavender in your locks of hair, “mhm,” he sighed, “see ya.” 

Harrison was about to walk out after you when Tom grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back, “Mate, what the fuck.” he grumbled as he stumbled over his feet, “I thought you wanted to take a nap?”

“I slept on the plane,” Tom explained quickly, “you’ve been here the whole time, right?” Harrison nodded, “so you know this Avery guy, yeah?”

Harrison shook his head, “I haven’t talked to (Y/N) much this past month, but he’s probably on her Instagram.” 

Harrison pulled out his phone and looked at posts you’d been tagged in, “Ah, here.” He handed the phone to Tom and pointed to the tall blonde guy in a group photo with you and some other friends, “He’s the tall blonde.” 

Tom studied the picture with a small frown, “They’re not dating though, right?”

“She said he was her friend,” Harrison shrugged.

“You know what I mean,” Tom rolled his eyes, “do they look really chummy to you?”

“His hand’s kind of close to her butt, but other than that I don’t know.” Harrison pointed it out, causing Tom’s heart to momentarily stop. 

“Ok, new plan,” Tom announced, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight.” 

Harrison scoffed and rolled his eyes. “What?” Tom wondered.

“You’ve said that almost every single time you’ve been home and you always chicken out.”

“No, I don’t!” Tom gasped in offense, “It’s just hard to find the right time.”

“You’ve literally had hundreds of opportunities to tell her how you feel, Mate.”

“It has to be perfect.” Tom insisted, “I can’t just ask her out of the blue, I have to butter her up first.”

“That’s dumb.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” Tom groaned, “get out, I changed my mind, I’m going to sleep.” 

Harrison rolled his eyes and chuckled before giving Tom a pat on the back and leaving. Tom waved goodbye as Harrison drove away, and then rushed to his phone. 

“FaceTime Zendaya,” he instructed Siri. The call went through and soon Tom was met with Zendaya's tired eyes in a dark room. 

“Hey, Z!” Tom said cheerfully, “best friend, bestest pal in the world. The person that never wants to see me fail ever, my greatest companion—“

“Tom,” Zendaya groggily cut him off, “what the fuck do you want, I’m sleeping.” 

“How do you ask a girl out?”

Zendaya sat up a little more and turned on her bedside lamp, “What? You don’t know how to ask a girl out?”

“Well I do,” Tom backtracked, “but I want it to be special. I’ve been in love with this girl for nearly two years now and every time I go to ask her out, I chicken out.”

“I don’t know, what does she like?”

“Well one time she told me her favorite animal was a sea otter, should I get her one?” Tom pondered, hand resting in his chin in thought. 

“Um, no, what the fuck?” Zendaya squinted her eyes at Tom, “have you gotten any sleep yet?” 

Tom shook his head, “This is important, Z, now help me!” 

Zendaya rolled her eyes, “I’ll text you some ideas, but for now just go get some sleep. With how tired you are now you’d probably call her the wrong name or something.” 

Tom rolled his eyes, but the action caused his eyelids to droop even more, “Fine, fine,” he conceded, “I’ll let you know how it goes.” 

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“Okay,” Tom announced at the restaurant before you arrived, “I’m going to ask (Y/N) out tonight so I need you all to shut up and not distract me or make me nervous.”

Harrison, Harry, and Sam just stared at Tom. Tuwaine, for some unknown reason, started clapping. 

“Tom,” Harrison began, “no offense, but—“

“Ah ah ah,” Tom stopped him, “is what you’re about to say going to bruise my ego?” Harrison thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding, “okay, then shut the fuck up, respectfully. I don’t need any bad juju tonight.” 

“Well, I’m happy for you, Mate,” Tuwaine nodded. He was the closest to you after Tom and he knew all about your crush on the brown-haired Brit. You might’ve let it slip once when you were drunk, and since you didn’t willingly tell Tuwaine, he was sworn to secrecy. “I’m positive she’ll say yes.” 

“Thank you,” Tom smiled at him, sending a slight glare to the others for their lack of faith in him. “As for the rest of you, I can’t wait to prove you wrong.” 

You walked into the restaurant with Avery hunched over from laughing so hard. Tom smiled in your direction and waved you over, “Hey, (Y/N/N)! Over here!”

“Wow,” You chuckled, “must’ve been a good nap. Little energetic there, huh?” 

Tom went in to give you a tight hug, holding you close, “Just missed you,” he mumbled into your hair. 

“I just saw you a few hours ago?”

Avery stood by you awkwardly, waiting for Tom to release you. Tom reluctantly let you go and pulled a chair out for you, next to him. 

“Thanks,” you smiled at him, motioning for Avery to sit next to you, “hey, everyone,” you smiled at the group of boys that were properly about to piss themselves at Tom’s over-the-top behavior, “this is Avery.” 

“Hi,” He waved at the group as a small chorus of ‘hellos’ rang across the table. He turned to Tom to shake his hand, “I’m a big fan, Mate. Love your work.” 

Tom smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Thanks, it means a lot.” smiled politely, shaking Avery's hand. 

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Dinner went off without a hitch, at least in your opinion. Avery was melding well with your friends and he was cracking jokes like he’d know the group for years. 

The boys seemed to enjoy his sense of humor and what he added to the conversation. Sam and him even found that they shared an interest in cooking, which led to them having a slightly heated discussion about how real Gordon Ramsey’s cooking skills are; which ended in laughs. 

However, Tom was probably having one of the worst nights of his life. Every time Avery playfully shoved you while you two laughed he wanted to wring his neck. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t find the perfect time to ask you out. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask you out with all of his mates around. 

Tom smiled and laughed along with the jokes, but once you looked away he was back to frowning. 

“Tom,” Harry nudged his brother, “wipe that scowl off your face.” 

“I’m not scowling,” Tom grumbled, “this is my normal face.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and kicked his older brother under the table, “You need to ask her soon. I think Avery is trying to make some moves on her.” Harry noticed, seeing how Avery casually had his arm around your chair. 

Tom rolled his eyes, “As if I can't see that for myself,” he scoffed. “I don’t want to ask her with all of you watching. What if she says no?” 

“We can leave you alone for a bit when we go to the pub, but I’m not sure if Avery will go with us.” Harry shrugged, “you could always ask her out tomorrow.” Harry suggested. 

“No!” Tom exclaimed, causing everyone to look at him and Harry, “Sorry, I—um, I just don’t really like that shirt on you Harry; it makes my eyes hurt.” 

Harry looked down at his shirt for a moment and then frowned, sending a light smack to Tom, “You bought me this shirt you div.”

Everyone went back to their own conversations so Tom leaned in to talk to Harry some more, “I can’t wait for tomorrow. What if I chicken out again?”

“Then you’re an idiot.” Harry deadpanned with a shrug. 

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The pub was way more packed than anyone expected. The new addition of live music to the outside patio definitely livened up the place and more customers went to see what local band would be playing next. 

The pub had a classic English pub feel, with the wood flooring and the yellow-tinted walls, but it also had a modern twist with a back patio and outdoor seating with fairy lights, and the lights that illuminate under the bar itself. 

“I’m gonna go check out the band,” Harry announced after he came back with your drinks, “you guys should all come with me.” He said with a slight side-eye to Sam, Tuwaine, and Harrison. 

“Eh, I’m not really into—” Sam began, but Harry sent him a quick kick under the table. “Ow! I mean, I love music.” Sam smiled enthusiastically. 

“I’m gonna stay back and finish this beer,” Tom said, holding up the large pint of beer he was already a quarter of the way through, “(Y/N), wanna race to see who can finish first?” He suggested trying to get you to stay behind.

“Oh you’re totally on,” You smirked, “but I am going to take a quick peek at the band. We can race after I get back.” You got up from your seat and began walking away with Harry and the boys. Tom pouted at how horribly that plan worked. Harry looked back at Tom apologetically as he held the door open for you.

“Wow,” Avery smiled beside Tom, scaring him, “she really is something.” 

“Holy shit, Mate,” Tom held a hand to his heart, “you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you went with them?” 

“Nah,” Avery shook his head, “I’m not really into music,” he shrugged. 

“Oh, okay,” Tom nodded. “What were you just saying?”

“(Y/N),” Avery looked towards the back patio exit dreamily, “she’s amazing. I mean I would definitely ask her out, but probably not at a pub surrounded by her mates, y’know?” 

“Mhm, yeah,” Tom said quietly, his heart already beginning to shatter into millions of inconsolable pieces. “I mean, she’s alright.” He said with a forced laugh, trying to fend Avery away from you, “she definitely isn’t really your type, though.” 

“What do you mean?” Avery asked, taking a sip from his beer, “she’s perfect, mate.”

“I mean,” Tom racked his brain for an excuse big enough to make Avery not want you, “you don’t think it’s a little weird she’s in a friend group with all boys?” 

“No,” Avery said slowly, skeptically looking back at the exit, “she just clicks with boys, I guess. Girls and guys can just be friends.”

“Not her,” Tom scoffed, “I mean, it’s just a little obvious, y’know?”

You and the rest of the boys were heading back in, seeing as the back patio was completely overcrowded with patrons. 

“What’s obvious?” Avery asked, raising his voice slightly due to the volume in the bar. 

“(Y/N)’s only friends are guys!” Tom nearly yelled over the volume of chatter, not realizing that the surrounding customers could hear him, “makes me wonder how many she’s slept with! I mean, that’s not a coincidence to me!” 

The surrounding customers halted their conversations, leaving only Tom’s voice filtering through the air and into your ears. 

“That’s crazy,” Avery chuckled awkwardly, “I don’t think she’s like that.” He shook his head, annoying Tom. In a final last-ditch effort to get Avery off your back, he said the worst thing he could, loudly, into a quieting pub. 

“Well, she hits on me all the time,” Tom shrugged, “she’s just a bit whorish, I guess.” 

“Tom,” Tuwaine cleared his throat, interrupting their conversation, “what the fuck, mate?” 

Tom looked at all the boys next to Tuwaine, and behind them was you, teary-eyed with harsh sobs racking through your body. 

You whispered something to Harry, and then all but ran out the front door. Harry walked over to where Tom was sitting and picked up your purse.

“Harry I—” Tom tried.

“Shut the fuck up, Tom.” Harry snapped, “You're an idiot and an asshole, just leave things be.” 

Harry ran out the pub entrance, following you to give you a ride home. 

Tuwaine, Sam, and Harrison shook their heads once the shock ebbed away. One by one they all left Tom sitting in shock and agony at the bar. Avery, not knowing any of the group, barely knew what was going on or if Tom’s accusations were correct, left the pub and went home without another word. 

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“Harry,” Tom whined into the phone, “please tell me how to fix this, please I’m begging you.” 

Harry sighed, now properly regretting lifting his silent treatment from Tom, “Tom, there is absolutely nothing I can do to help you, and even if there was, I wouldn’t. You called her a whore in front of a crowded pub—”

“I know!” Tom yelled, “And I’ve been living with that guilt for three weeks now! Please, Harry. I-I messed up so bad.” Tom’s voice cracked, “I tried calling and texting, a-and my texts started turning green. She blocked me,” Tom sobbed, “I’m in love with her, and I never got to tell her. I ruined our relationship before it even began.” 

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, “you did.” 

“Harry, I just want to apologize properly, please.” Tom begged, “I tried going to her house, but her roommate threw a drink at me and told me she went out of town. Where is she?”

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Harry,” Tom sighed, “I’m trying so hard here, I don’t care where she is, I’ll go anywhere for her. Please, I just can’t keep waiting in the dark for her to talk to me.”

Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead, “Okay, fine, but don’t tell her I told you where she was. And if you get your face clawed off, just know that you deserve it.” 

“Okay, okay, now tell me.”

“She’s been staying with Tuwaine and his girlfriend.” 

“Okay, thanks, love you, bye!” Tom said through the phone, already grabbing his keys. 

Harry sighed and began texting Tuwaine, 

Harry: Tom’s coming over, don’t snap him in half, he just wants to talk to her. 

Tuwaine: I’m not home right now, but I'd be more worried about her snapping him in half… 

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Tom pulled up the Tuwaine’s flat and pounded at the door. He didn’t see Tuwaine’s car in the driveway but he saw yours parked on the street so he knew you were in there. 

“(Y/N)!” He desperately called, “Come on, I know you’re in there!”, his pleas were met with silence and he rang the doorbell on repeat, “(Y/N), please! I just want to talk!”

The door opened to show you standing there with your messy hair and stained sweats, still looking overwhelmingly perfect in Tom’s eyes. He noticed the dark circles and the dried tears and his heart broke, even more, knowing he caused this. He loved you so much and he caused you some of the worst pain imaginable. All he wanted to do was hold you and kiss your puffy cheeks, desperately whispering praises into your ear. You were perfect in every sense of the word, and he let you believe you were anything less. He was an idiot—the biggest idiot in the world—for making you cry. 

“What do you want?” You snapped with a sniffle, pulling him back to reality as you rubbed your red eyes. 

“I just want to talk,” Tom gave you a small smile, “please.” 

“I don’t have anything to say to you.” You scowled, “You need to leave.” 

“No, (Y/N), please.” Tom begged, “I’m sorry. I’m so so so fucking sorry. I was being an idiot and—please, (Y/N), you’re my best friend. I don’t wanna lose you.” Tom’s voice cracked, but you remained stoic in the doorway. 

“I’m your best friend? Really?” You scoffed, “I thought I was just some whore you let hang around you?” 

Tom winced at his words being thrown back into his face, “I didn’t mean it, I swear,” he promised, tears glistening in his eyes, “I don’t even know why I said that. I was being so fucking stupid—” 

“No,” You interrupted his rambling, “you don’t get to say that. You don’t get to say that it was just you “being stupid”. Who the hell says that about their supposed best friend? Why would you even think that? You don’t just get to call me those things in public, and then say that you don’t know why you did it. You can’t even give me a reason—”

“I’m in love with you,” Tom blurted out, blowing out a puff of air in stress, “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). And Avery was saying how he wanted to ask you out, and I couldn’t lose you. I didn’t want to lose you. I had so many plans for us, and I wanted to be with you—to be yours—more than anything, and I let my jealousy get in the way. I’m sorry because if I deserved you I wouldn’t have done that.”

You stood in the doorway of the flat, arms crossed over your chest. “I can’t believe you’d be so reckless.” You said after a moment of silence, “I would’ve been yours if you had just asked me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Tom cried, reaching out to hold your hand, but you backed away ever so slightly, “please, I would do anything to fix it if I could.” 

“You don’t understand anything, Tom.” You frowned.

“Help me understand.” He begged.

You pondered it for a moment and then released a sigh, coupled with a few tears, “I loved you,” you admitted. Tom’s heart did a leap, but then he realized that you were talking past tense as if his chance with you was gone.

“And I would spend months and months just waiting for you to come home so I could spend time with you. I was so lonely when you and Harry left; I always am. Avery offered to spend some time with me after class one day and I agreed because I don’t have anybody else when you leave. And it was fun, but he wasn’t you. He’ll never compare to the place you had in my heart, but at least I wasn’t alone anymore.” You sighed and began closing the door again, “Now, because of you, I have no one again.” 

The door was about to slam back in Tom’s face, but he shoved his foot in the threshold, “(Y/N), wait,” he pleaded, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how important Avery was to you. I can never undo what I did, but please let me make it up to you. I just need you to understand how sorry I am.” 

You opened the door again and looked at Tom’s sad eyes, boring into you, “I do understand how sorry you are, but I don’t know how I can trust you again. You said awful things about me without even batting an eye or taking a breath—”

“I know,” Tom sighed, “I know and I’d give anything to take it back. I just want you back (Y/N). Even if you don’t want to be my girlfriend, I can’t leave knowing I’ve lost my best friend.” 

“As much as it hurts,” You caved, moving from the doorway to let Tom in, “I still love you, and I don’t want to lose you either.” 

Tom smiled and walked into the flat, immediately pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” You hugged back and sniffled into his hoodie, before pulling away with a sigh.

“I know,” You nodded, “I forgive you. But next time, just be honest with me and tell me how you’re feeling. I’d give you the world if you asked for it.”

Tom smiled and stroked your tear-stained cheek, “I’ll just settle on your heart for now, if that’s okay?”

“That’s so fucking cheesy.” You giggled, wiping the tears from your eyes, “I love it.”

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Hey! Could I request a fic where the reader and Bucky like each other and she has to pretend she’s Zemo’s girlfriend for the Madripor mission? Bucky gets jealous and all that jazz and they confess their feelings :)

Madripoor Muse

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky harbours feelings for you, but despite Sam’s inflatable encouragement, refuses to inform you of them. However, seeing you pretend to be Zemo’s girlfriend whilst on a mission, more so when the criminal knows what strings he is pulling at, happens to infuriate him inevitably.

Warnings | jealousy, violence, references to sex work (there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is free to do what they want or need to do to get by, angst, mentions of death, grief, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, swearing

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“I mean, if he looks like a pimp, then I look like one of his workers.” Sam snorted at your words, as Bucky’s eyes trailed down the skin that was exposed through the small piece of fabric, that in modern days, was considered a dress.

Zemo simply sighed at the pair of you, shaking his head as though the former winter soldier would understand his point. “It’s Madripoor, not an american graduation. You are not going to be clothed in long robes in this place, expression is in the body, and how it is clothed.”

“Or not clothed.” Bucky retorted, frowning at how you shuffled beneath the criminal’s gaze, crossing your arms, which definitely did not help the situation, considering that it did nothing more than make your breasts rise. Admitting defeat, you let them fall, holding them to your sides, outlining your hips, which once more, was not how you wished to be portrayed as you walked through the illuminated air, careful to keep pace in your heels.

“We all have a part to play, winter soldier.” Helmut spoke, his accent causing waves to ripple through the euphoria of lights that lay up ahead. “I am me, you are you, Sam is the Smiling Tiger, and...”

“I’m a hooker?” Once more, Zemo showed disappointment, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned to you. It seemed that tonight, you, a smart and well coordinated avenger, was absolutely adoring testing his patience, but that was his trick.

He was the captive here, forced to help the forsaken superheroes that had prompted him with the idea of escaping from the government’s ensured facility. And it was without a doubt that he would mess with their minds each chance that he got.

“No, think of yourself as more personalised to one person than that y/n. Your as you people say ‘arm candy’.” He used quotations with his fingers, causing you to reach for Sam’s arm to assume the role. “Oh no, not his.” Zemo made a come here motion, making you gulp.

“You’re kidding, right?” Bucky huffed, glaring unimpressed towards the Baron, who only tutted in reply, implying that he indeed was serious. “This is stupid.”

“Stupid would be allowing this hurrah of new age super soldiers to continue their war path, don’t you think James?” Zemo asked condescendingly, holding his arm out for you to grasp onto, so that you would look more than an associate, or a serum induced bodyguard.

“Me posing as your sugar baby is stupid.” You muttered, as you walked, Bucky on look out behind you, as he glared frustratedly at where you and the mass murderer were touching.

Zemo tugged you by the arm for the comment, causing you to roll your eyes at the man that had tried his best and succeeded, at destroying your team; your family. Nevertheless, you followed his stride, well aware of the sharp eyes of the man behind you.

As you entered the club, a spectrum of blue lights illuminated your skin, as you stared around in wander. There was a variety of all didn’t people, born from different virtues, wealths and races all intermingling around in the space.

If Zemo didn’t have a leash on your arm, you’d have stared for a little longer, perhaps even gotten purposely lost in the sea of bodies that flashed with such ambition and prospect. All were designed to suit their surroundings, and you wished that you could fit in that easily too.

But you were lost, roped into this journey by the Falcon, the man that denied Steve’s wishes and passed on the shield to firmer hands, still uncertain of where you were planning on going. What you needed was a fight, a reason to keep roaming upon the earth. If you came up empty, you may have well have taken up Thor’s offer, and accompanied him with his new friends.

The avengers were disbanded, dotted with different services. You’d heard nothing from Wanda, it appeared that her phone had been cut off, leaving you gravely confused, but you understood that she needed time to mourn. But you couldn’t give yourself the same pampering, if you did so, then all purpose of life would slip through your fingers, and you’d be left vulnerable, a hero that willingly fell from their graces.

Finally you reached the bar, with the shadow of the winter soldier hovering over your shoulder, watching as Zemo’s untrustworthy hand trailed along your furthest collarbone, using it as his sway to grab your attention. He set his sights upon his touch, glaring harshly at it.

No one would question the expression that he wore, it was only natural for his reputation to be proceeded with such a dagger like gaze; he was supposed to be playing the killer that he once was after all.

“My lady, what would you like to drink?” Helmut asked, turning your gaze towards his, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forbidding you from even try to look away from his sly eyes.

“White wine will do the trick, my love.” The words felt like spew falling from your mouth, but you withheld the impulse to grimace, instead, flashing him a flirtatious smile, fanning his face with your eyelashes as you were still held to face him.

“Fine choice.” He smirked, nodding towards the bartender, who had just presented the Smiling Tiger imposter with a shot that had the intestines of a snake floating around in its liquid. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as Sam hesitated to drink it for a moment, before throwing it down the hatch, treating it as an old trick.

Madripoor, for an island trapped in violence, didn’t appear that bad on the outside. That was, until the shooting began, causing the lot of you to leg it from the citizens targeting their rifled hardware towards you, running with your lives depending on it.

You had temporarily lost Zemo, as you put head your own safety, your pace and spot being just between Sam and Bucky, as the first man’s arms flailed as he insisted that he could not run in the heels that he was wearing. Huh, you’d be running in heels all your life, maybe he shoulda learned how to do so earlier, it came as a great talent.

Gunshots rang out, as a hooded figure unveiled themselves, introducing the older face of a blonde that you had once knew. It had been quite some time since you had last seen her, all having gone your separate ways to evade the law, and its cruel jurisdiction. “Sharon?” Bucky spoke, instantly recognising the woman that had aided them in the past.

Once you were all reintroduced, and met with her annoyance, which was surely understandable, she led you to her property, where you were able to part from the Sokovian, and share your distaste to the man, as well as remove the skimpy dress.

It pooled at your feet as you tossed it from your ankle, leaving you in nothing more than your underwear. As you squinted, searching for some reason that you were continuing with this foolishness of thinking that the world still considered you a hero, an echo of a knock rattled against the door. It was metal upon wood; Bucky.

“Come in.” You spoke, as you tied a spare robe around your waist, watching as the super soldier, who appeared less stoic, and more human stepped into the room, closing the door behind his emerging shadow. “You alright man?”

Bucky’s eyes drifted down for a moment, before they splintered back up towards your face, his jaw physically tensing, the notion well visible. He breathed in a long breath through his nose, as he stepped closer, his brow harsh and lined upon his forehead.

“I didn’t like Zemo putting his filthy hands on you.” He admitted aloud, the words of Sharon, teasing him for pining after someone that he had once thought of as no more than a friend of Steve’s. But now that man was gone, and so was the one that he used to be. Instead, he was left standing on his own feet, having to find balance by himself somehow.

“Neither did I.” You informed him. “It was like he was pulling back the images of his collapsing country, pouring every ounce of pain and hatred upon me, evading my mind with guilt, and the memories of what it all amounted to. None of it had been worth it, living like this. We’re treated like animals, no longer idols or heroes, people under the big thumb that keeps pressing down on us.”

“Well we’re both pressed down, limited to our rules and the outlines they want us to obey.” He nodded, raising his flesh hand to your collarbone, wanting to mark his touch upon it to remove that of Zemo’s. At his action, your breath hitched, but you allowed him to sweep his pads over the flesh, shuffling indefinitely closer so that you were chest to chest.

“We’re dangerous in their eyes. That’s a mindset they have in common with our prisoner out there.” You whispered, frowning from the thought. Two monarchies, one still whilst the other already fallen, served the same opinions, though, only one could continue to take action. Zemo was a Baron, but of what country now?

Like all, his home had been vanquished into smithereens, the foundations collapsing into rubble, the history disappearing with its lands, having thrown its dusty remnants in your face.

“I’m fine with being considered dangerous so long as I’m not alone.” He pinched your chin, tilting your head, this time though, you felt in his grasp. It didn’t belong to that of an enemy, it was one of an ally, a friend. “Tell me I’m not alone y/n.”

“I’m here James.” You stared up at him with focused pools, biting your lip as your mind went haywire over everything. “The Wakandans will come for him, you do realise that, right?” He hummed in reply, briskly bringing his metal hand to toy with the belt of the white wrap around.

“Do you think that you could show me that I’m not alone?” He nervously asked, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, as he awaited a reply. But instead of words, he earned himself the sensation of your lips upon his, collaborating in a touch starved jumble of grunts. “You’re beautiful, like...”

“Like what Barnes?” You prompted, brushing your palms onto his shoulders, easing his tenseness. Expectedly, you watched him through half lidded eyes as you leant up to plant supple kisses upon his neck, sucking his skin into your mouth, as though you were trying to thread it gently with your teeth.

“A muse.” He sighed, thinking for a momentum, before dragging your hair through his vibranium fist, lightly grinning as he heard your breath wither from the sensation. “A beautiful muse, one that reminds me to be better everyday. I want to become someone better for you.”

“You shouldn’t.” You unlatched your mouth from him, frowning lightly at the brunette man. “You should become better for nobody but yourself Buck, each day, it’s about self growth, fixing everything that you have ever been taught so that you can learn to do better next time, so that no one else will die because of your expense.”

Bucky nodded, allowing your words to sink in. His fingers returned to playing with the waist band on your robe, his eyes gazing into your own, as he fiddled with the material. “Can I?”

“Go ahead.” You granted him permission, allowing him to push the coverage from you, his eyes widening at seeing you in nothing more than your underwear. His sight traced every curve and bump and dip that was upon your shape, licking his dry lips to make his gawking less subtle.

“You’re killing me doll.” He leant his head back, as he raked his contrasting fingertips down your shoulders, all the way to the small of your back. You smirked, grasping him through his jeans, earning yourself a moan from the elder man.

“I said it’s all about self growth, didn’t I? It seems that you are taking that in quite a literal sense.” You rubbed him through the denim, finding it unsurprising as the man backed you towards the bed, your knees hitting the end sending you falling onto the mattress.

Bucky crawled his way atop of you, rutting his hips against your own. It had been so long since he had been permitted to be this free, and he knew for sure, this would be a secret that he would not inform any therapist of. This was private, the sentiment making it close to his weathered heart.

His lips returned to your own, as your hands scaled beneath your shirt, lightly tracing the scars. He wasn’t as insecure as he thought he’d be about someone touching them, perhaps it was because many of your own materialised stories were written in your skin, or that you understood what it meant to be a soldier, serving under orders.

It didn’t matter too much, he wasn’t overthinking it. Instead, he was yearning as he grasped at the straps of your bra, trying to pull it over your head, as was done with the dames back in his day, but the effort seemed more difficult. Lightly leaning away from him, you reached around your back, unclamping the contraption before tossing it out of his sight.

He didn’t care to ask what the modern day had done to the garment, he was far too focused on your pert nipples, and how they stood to attention before him. The super soldier reached forwards, running his smooth hands upon the underneath of your breasts, before interacting with the present buds, softly tugging at them with his whimsical fingers.

“You’re wearing too many clothes.” Released from you as a sign, instantly becoming pleased as Bucky stripped himself from everything but his underwear, leaving a nest of his clothes upon the wooden floor, as he leant his head down, capturing your left nipple within the warmth of his mouth, moaning lightly as your hands weaved through his locks, tugging lightly at the short roots. “Stop teasing Buck.”

He didn’t miss the way your eyes roll from the slowness of motions, and thus, he reached down, and snapped the band of your underwear, the ripping noise audible, as he then pulled his boxers down, revealing his bobbing cock, that was directing its tip towards your entrance.

With a glance down, he lightly drooled at the way your cunt clenched around nothing, quickly swiping his fingers through your slit, as he brought them up to his lips, humming contently at the flavour that graced his tastebuds. “Need to be in you doll.”

“Need you in me soldier.” You taunted back, digging your knuckles into his shoulders as you pressed him against you, pushing your tongue into his mouth, as he suddenly bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment for the pair of you to adjust to the sensations.

He was in you, filling you to the brim, as you tucked your heels into the base of his back, lightly rotating your hips up, as your tongue chased his own, sucking on it as you nipped at the end, causing him to unintentionally jerk his rigid cock into you.

That had prompted him to start moving, screwing his hands into the satin sheets either side of your head, as your bodies succumbed the others to waves of pleasure. It was a luxury, having an outlet to all the stress that your duty brought. If you could just pass the mantle on like Steve had done, and Clint was in the process of doing, you would.

But it was all you had known; the gritty route, that had spanned the entirety of your tale. And Bucky now became a part of it, as he became a part of you, unravelling your vulnerabilities with sleek thrusts into your cunt, and smooth words that had swept you from your feet and had landed you in a bed.

A bed thats structure was creaking from the strength behind the animalistic carnage that you spent on one another. His teeth pulled at your lip, opening your mouth so that you could use him as an oxygen mask. Neither one of you had noticed the door opened, and an unimpressed Sharon standing in the entry way, her agent arms crossed unamused.

She cleared her throat, which made Bucky still inside of you, and you to clutch onto his back, to cover the decency of your chest. “You let me go on the run, then you fuck in my bed. It’s like I’m not allowed to belong anywhere.”

“Sharon-“ she halted your speech by raising a finger, her eyebrows pointedly telling you not to bother trying to speak, as sweat beading down your body. Bucky subtly rolled from atop of you, quickly pulling the sheets over you both, giving Sharon views that she neither wanted nor appreciated.

That was grittiness, she was a hustler, not a once avenger. A part of you wished she would understand that, as much as it would be painful to hear, she hadn’t been the top of anyone’s list. She had disappeared, and from so, she had became unreachable, practically falling off the face of the earth.

But she had been here, in Madripoor, the island of bones and whatever else Zemo had described it to be. “You two fucked in my bed. Okay.” She remained cool headed, her eyes trailing through the various fabrics among her floor. “Thought I’d tell you to get ready, and to blend in, though you two have that part already figured out. There’s some clothes in the wadrobe, and from what I can tell, you’re going to need new underwear.”

She bothered no longer once she had informed you of what she had told the other men. Instead she simply left, only for you to brace your head back into the quality pillows, slumping, and dreading the journey ahead.

Though you seemed restless, Bucky still thought of you as a muse. His hands grasped your chin, leading your lips to his own, as he sucked on your bottom one, his right hand grasping one of your breasts, as he pulled you atop of him, your skin flushed as you steadied your weight over his tough thighs.

“Now this is a dangerous sight.” He clicked his teeth, trailing his large hand down from your jaw, surpassing the middle of your chest, to your hip, which he grasp, as he shuffled you up just a little, so that you were seated upon the base of his cock.

“I can show you dangerous Barnes.” You smirked, adjusting the both of you so you were ready to sink down on his length. Your hands softly stroked his erect shaft, as you tapped his tip upon your pussy, before pushing down, filling yourself up one more.

Madripoor was a bad place, but good things could come out of visiting the skull island. This was the job, though, breaks were prompted, and were you glad that Bucky had became your little bit of calm in the arising trouble in the world.

“Fuck.” He groaned beneath you, his balls clenching as he felt you writhe all the way down to his base, beginning to bounce upon him, the years of training that you had endorsed coming in handy as it had helped your stamina. He was a super soldier after all, you were surely going to need it.

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eternal lost ; roronoa zoro

↻ fluff, mutual pining, two idiots who’s bad at direction, love confession, a tiny bit of jealousy if you squint hard enough, zoro might be ooc 😷

↻ pairing ↬ zoro x fem!reader!

@zoro-simp​ asked:  I saw that you were asking for requests! Could I please request Zoro x F reader fluff where they’re crewmates crushing on each other who get lost on a cold night and end up having to sleep there until morning (wherever they are, the woods etc)? Feelings confessions or not is up to you! Thank you ♥️ 

a/n hiii! thank you for requesting! i’ve been bored outta my mind and have been staring my phone’s screen just itching to write smtg but nothing seem to come up. and i rlly love this request <3 i hope this lives up to your imagination! happy new year and enjoy :) p.s this is quite long so buckle up

The waves of the sea gently rock the Sunny. The sun was high up, leaving you in a very revealing clothes instead of the ones that you usually wear. It really wasn't your intention to have Sanji fawning over you. Maybe... just maybe. At the back of your mind, you were hoping that Zoro would finally notice you.

You sighed internally when you see how uneffected he was by your rarely skin revealing appearence. Sanji had left to make some drinks for this hot weather. Which you are very thankful of. The Sunny had been in the middle of the sea for the pass few days now. Nami had knocked some "sense" into Luffy and said that they should at least take it easy for a few days.

It wasn't that hard to convince him when Nami brought her fist into the picture. "Nami! There's an island! Can we stop there?" Luffy asked. It was obvious that he had been bored even with Usopp and Chopper's quite entertaining antics. Zoro, who seemed to not be caring for what was going on in the world finally took a peek of his surrounding, squinting his eye to get a better view.

What a sight for sore eyes. Or eye in his case. The first thing he got to see was you. Oh, how he thought that he might have been dead and were in heaven. If he didn't believe in god before, he definitely does now. He definitely thanked your parents in his head for giving birth to a such pretty lady.

He might starting to turn into Sanji a little bit...

When they had finally docked, thankfully the sun was also setting. You changed into your regular every day clother but with extra layers because surprising enough, the evening was really cold. While the others had gone out to re-supply, you waited for Zoro who was taking his sweet time to wake up. You didn't mind it of course.

You would have thought that Nami and Robin was setting you up with Zoro since they both insist that you accompany him to look around the island. Despite knowing the fact that you two are blind when it comes to directions. "You ready?" Zoro asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh... yeah. I'm ready, let's go." You replied. The two of you got of Sunny and started wandering around. For no apparent reason whatsoever, the surroundings changed to trees and greeneries. It might've been because you were tired after walking for hours now.

"Huh... I was sure that we were walking down a concrete path..." Zoro ponders. It was funny how he never admit that he was the one who gets lost instead of others. Suddenly, you felt your hand envelope in warmth. And surprisingly, the source was Zoro's bigger hand. "Don't want you to get lost while we find our way back," He gave an excuse.

You could feel your face burning up a little, putting a shame to the cold night. When you look at his face, there was a tint of pink across his cheeks. "R-Right," You stuttered.

As the night got colder and the moon was starting to show more, you find yourself trembling a little at the cold wind that passed by. He might've noticed this because he abruptly stopped walking. "Let's rest here. There's no proper source of light; We'll continue walking tomorrow's morning when the sun is up," He said.

The two of you then settled down at a big tree that you had found. Coincidentally though. You sat right next to him, the bag that you two had carried were discarded and put as a head rest instead. Once again, the wind sends a gentle breeze, making you shiver down the spine.

Without muttering a single word, he took it upon himself and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. No words were exchanged. You just accept his embrace silently by making yourself comfortable. And not long after, you found yourself falling deep into slumber.

Morning arrives, you shifted yourself a little, finding yourself interrupted by the light that was shone to your face. Reluctantly, you force yourself to wake up in the midst of peaceful slumber. You were shock to find yourself wrapped in Zoro's arms, head resting on his slightly bare chest with your own arms around his torso.

Before you could think this through calmly, a squeak came out of your mouth, resulting in Zoro to shift under you and finally wake up. When he saw the scene before him, he thought that maybe he should just play along. And so, he pulled you back onto his chest and muttered, "I love you," in his groggy morning voice.

Your eyes widened at the confession. He loves you? He loves you?! "H-Huh...?" Was al that you managed to get out. He nuzzled into your neck, kissing it lightly before repeating it again. "I love you,"

That was it. Your brain just fried itself. Face burning, still trying to process what he just said. He loves you. He loves you. That's fine. He loves you. Wait... he loves you?

He chuckled lightly. "You don't have to say it. I know," You could tell that he was enjoying this by the way he smiled into the junction of your neck. "Let's get going. The others are probably worried about us,"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to answer. The entire way you guys tried to find your way back, he held your hand without saying anything. It wasn't as if any words exchange were needed.

Miraculously, you guys did find your way back. But, the whole crew was waiting on board with Sanji freaking out saying, "We can't leave Y/n-chan with that moss head,"

With Zoro answering, "What did you say you pervert cook?" Sanji's head quickly whipped over to your direction. More to your hands that were intertwine. The color from his face drained and he fell to the ground dramatically.

"He... he already tainted the pure Y/n-chan..."

Maybe getting lost wasn't so bad.

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