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skywlker-sluvtt · 8 months
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ayo i hear you're doing a celebration, so imma hit you up with everything that comes to mind hehe 😈😈😈 dont mind me, i know i spam your inbox wayyyy more than i deserve both on anon and not tee hehe
you already know everything i send in is always for anakin my bae
take your time, enjoy yourself, dont stress out, dont burn out and remember to drink loads of water!!! love you lysss and CONGRATS ON 500!!!! you deserve it baeeee
C8 then D1 + F6! (add in smut dialougue prompt #45 if you feel like, i thought it might go well lol)
have fun with it babes ;)
~ your number 1 admirer
OMG GOT ME BLUSHIN IN SHIT 🤭💋 I drank plenty of water writing this dw. you literally created the best scenario with those prompts so I was going feral over it <3
500 followers celebration
anakin x afab!reader nsfw content below the cut (18+) word count: 834
prompts: C8. giving a failed striptease/lap dance + D1. rough sex + F6. against a wall + “just shut up and fuck me”
Anakin leaned his head back further glancing at your bedroom door once more. He’d been waiting for you in the living room since you strictly instructed him to wait for you here. Listening to the shuffling in your room he was resisting the urge to just walk straight in on you and whatever you were preparing for him. The lights of your apartment were slightly dimmed and Anakin looked around before you came out in a new sexy set of lingerie and a pair of stilettos. You grinned at him and Anakin’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You look…gorgeous” He said admiring your body, each and every single inch of it. He loved how see-through the set was exposing everything to him. He went to stand before you placed a hand on his chest. “Sit down, I want to give you a lap dance” You whispered. “A lap dance?” He chuckled. “Mhm,” You hummed turning around to move your ass into his view. Slowly sitting on his lap you teased him to the beat of the music. As much as Anakin enjoyed the view he couldn’t help but find the situation slightly funny. He let out a chuckle and you looked at him offended. “Whattt?” You whine. “Nothing darling” He laughed quietly placing his hands on your hips.
“I’m trying to be sexy and you’re ruining the mood” You rolled your eyes now standing in front of him with your hands on your hips disapprovingly. Anakin could barely keep his eyes on yours his eyes staring at your ample cleavage instead. “You don’t have to become a courtesan just to be sexy, this is sexy enough” He smirked standing up to dominate you as usual. “You can’t give up control for one second can you?” You teased as his hand ran down your shoulder. “Never, not when you look so good” He groaned and snapped the strap of your bra. Ducking his head to kiss you he backed you into the wall.
You fisted his long hair and pulled him closer. “I could fuck you right up against this wall, get you all full of my cum just how you like-” “Just shut up and fuck me!” You snapped tired of his dirty talk. If you didn’t get to do your sexy lap dance, he didn’t get to talk dirty to you. “Demanding little thing aren’t you?” He smirked pinning your arms over your head just how you liked it. Anakins mouth crashed into yours with lustful aggression, his tongue demanding dominance over yours. You melted into his touch as he picked you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist.
Squeezing hard around his hips he got the message pulling out his cock for you, resting his warmth against your clothed cunt. Glancing down you noticed the pre cum leaking from his tip. Anakin moved down to ravage your neck, probably leaving swollen bite marks along it. You moaned and shifted your panties to the side so you could feel his dick against your clit. A loud whine escaped your lips at the small amount of friction you felt and his fingers dug deeper into your skin, leaving perfect crescent moons on your thighs.
“Ani…” You moaned and he detached from your neck with a small pop. “You’re impatient y’know that?” He asked putting his lips back on yours with passion. “Fuck off, you ruined my lapdance, you owe me something” “Let me show you how sorry I am baby” He smirked slamming into you with ease. “Ah-” You clenched hard around him roughly grabbing the roots of his hair causing him to let out a similar moan to you.
Anakin roughly fucked into you, your brain feeling slightly fuzzy as his cock made you feel dumb. You yanked even harder on his soft curls and he groaned bucking harder into you. He pulled back from your lips panting desperately, both of your faces completely flushed and you rolled your hips into him with anticipation. “Harder” You groaned biting down on his shoulder to focus on your pleasure. Granting your request he slammed into you harder and you yelped at how fucking close you were.
Continuing to pound into you he grunted like an animal directly in your ear causing you to snap clenching your thighs you climaxed around his cock, the tightness of your pussy sent Anakin over the edge as he mumbled in your ear about how amazing you felt. Hot spurts of cum filled your insides. He finished you both with a few languid thrusts as your thighs trembled, your heels still on your feet Anakin tried to place you down before you were clutching his bicep. “Can’t walk” “Good, we’re just starting” He replied scooping you into his arms for round two.
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infraaa · 2 years
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『feelin like makin some ppl in my discord cry, so I decided to make this to behead them. 🥰』
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𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐗
『when push comes to shove—』
dom!red velvet x bratty!reader (afab — she/her)
color code 『text portion』: red for red velvet.
tw// nsfw themes, joi, implied exhibitionism and dubcon, camcording, orgasm denial, masturbation, degradation/humiliation, mentions of choking, oral, the whole shabbang, primal play, phone sex
NSFW UNDER THE CUT
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Red Velvet is usually well behaved during meetings.
Usually…
This time he had to excuse himself. He’s a general, why is he excusing himself from Dark Enchantress’s meetings? Well, there was one fiery reason. A certain y/n kept calling him during the meetings, texting him, trying to get his attention and to distract him. Oh but she’s been at this for a while— wearing revealing uniforms, flirting with the other dark cookies, disobeying him deliberately to make him mad… and everyone else thought Red Velvet didn’t really have any patience. He does with you, but he can only take so much.
He had his phone set to not alert him when he received texts, but they came regardless in quick secession, his phone endlessly vibrating in his pant pocket. He exhaled through his nose, and put his cake hand to his forehead, looking annoyed as he sat at his position at the round table. But then, it felt as though the vibrations of his phone only got louder n his ears. This continued on for a few agonizingly slow minutes until he rose his hand to speak. “Red Velvet Cookie, you have a word?” Dark Enchantress saw as her attention turned towards the crimson general. He swallowed a small lump in his throat and looked around to see everyone looking at him. “I’ll be back, I have to use the restroom. I feel sick.” He lied as he got up to leave the office room. With a slam of the office room door, he charged in a speed walk. He knew he had to deal with this sooner or later, but now? Come on, y/n. Have some decorum for this man.
He found a bathroom and locked himself in it, getting in one of the stalls. He called y/n back in a furious bout as he leaned against the stall door. When he found that you weren’t answering, he growled. “Ah hell no, brat’s ass.” He whispered as he went straight to spamming you with texts.
『call me.』
『no 🥰』
『nah don’t pull that “no 🥰” bs w me. you’re leaving me voicemails of you moaning n whining n shit. keep it up and i’ll give you sumn to whine abt.』
『ohohohoooo look who thinks he’s big and bad? Bet you would do sumn to me soft ass 🧚‍♀️』
『you’re asking for hell you little cunt.』
A wave of calls flooded to y/n’s phone. All with the same caller id: “Red Velvet 🎂🩸.” All were causally denied. He doesn’t have time for your shit. He let loose there.
『answer. now.』
『fuckin slut. answer the damn phone i’m tired of your shit. imma get crepe to hack your ip n make you answer.』
『OKAY OKAY CHILL I’LL ANSWER. Goddamn.』
And he called again after that. You almost hesitated before answering the call. Was he mad? You hoped so, but the doll in you? The side he loved more than himself, was scared to face him. Regardless, with a huff, you answered the phone.
“Hello?” Y/n answered sassily, making red groan in annoyance. “Hey. Where you at?” He asked, his voice sounding tired. He sat on the toilet seat with a grunt. “In my room? Why?~ Are you gonna come and punish me?~” You cooed into the phone, making him shiver. Knowing of his current predicament, he couldn’t physically go. The other dark cookies were expecting him back. Not that they cared, they could relay everything when he returned. However, something else had crossed his mind for a brief moment. Something more… risqué. Something that would make them break down, just like how he was intending.
“Get on the bed.” He commanded. It did, through the phone it did sound like a command. A demand. You didn’t move, you only laughed as you leaned against your bedroom window. He growled again through his nose. “I don’t hear you moving. You get your ass on the goddamn bed. Right the fuck now.” His tone of voice, low quiet and aggressive, like he was cornering prey, sent chills down your spine as you slowly creeped towards your bed, laying on it. You stated up at your ceiling, feeling as though it was mocking you. “Okay.” Y/n said as she exhaled deeply. “You’re gonna do as I say. Is that camera still on that you were using?” “Yeah why-“ “I want you to record yourself… I want you to record yourself on that camera and when we’re done, I want you to send that video to your phone and send it to me. Understand?” You started to sweat, your cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson. Who knew that he was freaky? It never crossed your mind when you were being a brat with him. But now, now he has you where he wants you— a scared kitten, being cornered by an eagle, waiting to strike.
You went to turn that camera to record as it sat on the tripod. Facing it towards the bed, you swallowed, having never done this before. You remembered however that this was the effect of your actions. You had to hang through with stride. You got back on the bed, feeling warmer than before. You felt an invisible eye on you Thai was the camera, that red light teasing you. Second after second passed by as it recorded what would go down in a few minutes.
“The camera’s recording?” Red Velvet asked you sternly. You affirmed that it was. He suddenly emitted a dark chuckle after a moment of silence. That was usually a sign that scheming behavior was flooding his brain.
“Take your pants off. Take off your underwear and just lay there with your legs up and open. Lay in a position where I can easily see your face.” You blushed at his directions, asking you to basically whore out for him. You slowly took off your pants and undergarments, attempting to reposition while kicking away the clothes so that they would fall off the footboard of the bed. “O…kay..” you said shakily. “Your top. Off. Anything under that also comes off.” “Why didn’t you just say get naked or undress?” “Don’t question me just do as I say.”
You do as he says once more, putting your phone down to take off your top and matching bra before picking your phone back up. The coldness of the room came to greet your body eagerly, your legs open to let the coolness tease at your hot cunt as it’s natural slickness started to increase. You whined quietly at this, feeling your body betray you. “Is it cold in there?” “Shush.” “Aww…. No. I’m not gonna. Now, I want you to listen to me real good okay?”Y/n swallowed and responded with a quick “yep.” He sighed as the imagery of her crept into his head. He imagined her, naked and hot laying on her bed, crying and moaning like a pathetic little whelp he made you out to be. He felt his pants get tighter at the thought of fucking her. That camera, recording their every move, every sound, every minute and every second. He swallowed and moved his hand to his hair, sweeping it back in a quick agitated motion.
“Take your free hand and work your little clit. Make sure the camera can see.” Y/n’s breath caught in her throat before her eyes went wide. She looked at the camera lens like a deer in headlights. She then looked down at herself, wondering if really messing with Red was a good idea. “C’mon, I don’t hear you.” His voice echoed through the speaker of the phone. She shook in the bed with nervousness, moments of silence passing by. “Not sure of what to do..? Aww, little baby’s nervous. Little baby’s embarrassed,” he said with a chuckle, “play with your pretty little cunt for me or I’ll show the others just how horny you get.” The thought of being toyed with by him in front of the others, the exposure, the eyes, the humiliation… being naked in front of the other guys especially. Licorice was a little punk bitch, but Dark Choco? He was like Red Velvet’s older brother. To be like that in front of that fallen prince— soul crushing. But it made you feel hot. As the thoughts crept in your head and made a home of your brain, your hand suddenly snaked its way down your bare stomach, down to your core where it began to fester and move around, entertaining your mind and giving you something else to focus on. As y/n felt her cold fingers trace her now swollen clit, making her cunt swell and leak with want and need, realization hit her like a flood. And so did more heat. The noises she was making prior to this made Red laugh, sighing though his nose as he saw that victory was in his reach.
“Look who’s having fun,” Red started, starting to pant as the thoughts in his head grew stronger, making his pants grow ever so much tighter, “imagining the show playing out in your head, aren’t you? About how everyone’s gonna see me choke you against the wall as I pound you in, about how I’m going to make you gag on my cock like you can’t breathe, about how I’m going to hunt and corner you down like a lost little whelp before I devour you whole and allow the others to listen to your wretched moans, your puny little voice, so helpless under me, aren’t you?” He spine as he felt himself undo his own bottoms, helping himself to some of the pleasure you were also getting. He jacked to the sound of your pitiful cries, using precum as moisture to hold no pain.
“Fuck yourself for me. Hard.” Red panted into his phone, trying not to be too loud. Your eyes, locked shut as you hung onto every word he said, his voice sending you over the edge of ecstasy as the images that he laid in your mind holding hostage like parasites. Y/n shakily began to masturbate, getting a steady quick rhythm after a few pumps of her finger, using her thumb to take her clit. She moaned loudly, feeling tears roll down her cheeks. “I’m so-o-r-y, Red! I-I’m ss-or-rryy-!” “Sorry? For what? What are you sorry for?” You could barely speak, the pleasure was almost too much as this point, as even the air around you felt electric. Your toes curled as they attempted to grab at the sheets under them, the velvety sheets that cursed you as only the physical contact with them was enough to send jolts of pleasure up your body. “B-Being a l-ittle bra-aaat! Pl-leeease Re-ed, please please please-!” He laughed as he felt his own strokes grow faster and more intense as his cock started to leak out onto the restroom floor, his pants almost becoming feral in nature, like he had just run a mile. “Please what you little horny fuck? Please what? Huh?! Answer me you whore!”
You yelped at his words, feeling the pleasure rush to your brain like it was losing blood. You heard him growl in an animalistic manner. “Add another finger if you’re not gonna answer, I’ll make you answer!” Like clockwork, you did as you were told, finding it more difficult to keep a sturdy grip on your phone as your hand jittered. Y/n fucked her soaked leaking cunt as she tried to muster out words to make sentences, but nothing would come out coherent. Every time she tired, Red would laugh and defile her for even trying to speak, knowing what kind of state she was in, being able to speak was the last of her problems. “P-Please Red, please please- pleeease let me cu-umm! Pl-leasse!” You pleaded as you suddenly felt something similar to a spring start to charge in your lower abdomen. “Do you really think you deserve to cum after all you’ve done to me? You whore, you’re not allowed to!” He yelled out in between rough grunts and pants. He was getting close himself as the tip of his cock was covered in precum, the tip being blushed with heat and the rise of blood. “Yell out my name, you dirty girl! I wanna hear you, let the others hear you!” Like automatic, your mouth yelled out the words, “Red Velvet” over and over, like a mantra that was blessed by the devil himself to plague you, to curse you. You were screaming to the hilltops, your throat nearly hurting, your cunt a throbbing mess as it dared to bust. “Red Velvet, please! Pl-lease! I’m-m sorryyy! Let me cuuuummm! I’m sorry!” “Are you my little slut?” “Ye-e-e-sss!” “Answer me confidently, are you my little slut?!” Your voice was about to give out, you could barely see as your hand started to cramp from how long you were going, “Yes! Yes I’m your little slut! I’m Red Velvet’s little slut, please let me cum please please please please!”
As he felt his climax begin to form, he wanted her in his cock so bad, sucking the cum out of him to fill her up, going over and over again to ensure that she was just as filled as the best quality cream puff. “If you cum I will fill you up, do you understand me? I will fill you to the brim and I will not stop until I feel like you’re full. I want to see you full of yourself so bad it hurts me… nnNNGH-!” Both of their voices seemed to interlock before Red Velvet gave out after a few minutes. You kept begging and begging while saying his name over and over and over, humiliating yourself. The air around you had slowly become hot, wrapping around you like a weighted blanket. You could barely take it anymore and you were just about to bust like a gushing volcano about to erupt. But when you finally said those words over the phone, the ones that made you laugh and cry and squirm around to see stars, you couldn’t love him more than you already did.
Y/n came, and oh she came hard. She was waiting for him to say those words to her, demeaning her like the little whore he saw her as. But oh, also little did he know the predicament he put himself in. As y/n’s punishment came to a close, he painted a cleaned up his little mess he made, before saying, “oh we’re not done, when I get back to my portion of the tower, we’re gonna start all over again. Turn that goddamn camera off and get back on the bed and I swear to god, if I find any kind of suspicion that you’ve been touching yourself before I get back, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you and I’m not listening to your cries of mercy do you-“
“AAAAHHHH WHAT THE FUCK- RED GOD- UGH!” Licorice Cookie had yelled as he sped walked off in the opposite direction. Red quickly straightened himself up before hanging up the phone and slowly walking out of the somehow unlocked restroom. Dark Enchantress must have given him a spare key to unlock it. Red Velvet walked after Licorice with somewhat of a worried look about what Licorice had witnessed. “Licorice, you okay?” “FUCK OFF, YA NASTY. EW. GET AWAY FROM ME.” “Bruh cmon-“ “Shut the fuck up man, god I cant even use the bathroom in this bitch!”
And there Red Velvet stood, a flushed and embarrassed man. That bathroom was too echoey and it didn’t even bother to hide the sounds he was making anyway.
Oh well. At least he had you to deal with later. Y/n, his precious little whore.
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priestparty · 2 years
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hey guys so if you have a IGWC spam account, or whatever , follow me! I just made one lol. I was inspired by the stan pages I follow now and they be having me screaming bitch ! So if you want come on the train, all aboard let’s ride 🚊 Pls don’t take anything personal on my page lol it’s my imagination an most of the time imma be joking. I will of course post thirst traps on their too ! Our dirty minds can reunite together on MY page. Since it’s MY PAGE I can do what I please, so feel free to unfollow me or blocked if you’re butt hurt bye, love y’all 💖
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coralsgrimes · 1 year
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What saddens me the most about Benny’s outfit disasters is that, as a man, he can get away with just having one nice bespoke black suit and wear it all the time. And don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of designers that are reimagining menswear and suits and you have men who are willing to experiment and push boundaries and be stylish and avant-garde, and I’m here for it but Benny is not one of those men. Instead of dressing like any jock trying to look “elegant” by wearing a suit on top of any t-shirt, and pants that look two sizes too small yet somehow still look baggy at certain places, just have your nice, tailored suit at the ready! He’s clearly not opposed to reusing clothes so why not just do that! Yes, I’m talking about him attending the paramount after party, but honestly and depressingly this also applies to so many other situations.
Yeeee like there are people going for it and me likes, I don't like bland and boring :c I like me some spice. I appreciate when it's executed well and thought through and through.
But like some people just dress outta yer mind and can sell it. Like look at Chris pine. He going places he's selling them looks
Benny, even if he tried, could not sell any more involving challenging or complex look. Let's be honest. He needs that mediocrity cuz that's the only thing he can provide
Like, that's fine too. some men prefer to stay in line and are selling it. Like get that Armani get that Brioni. And they keep the class up, the high standards always there. TAILORING! Ye know nothing exciting nothing memorable but it is by all accounts still good and pleasant to look at. Oh and sometimes!!! There are little details that make it theirs - they going for brooches lately and pins, sometimes it's just more interesting tailoring or more interesting shirt than the classic crisp white.
Benny is neither of these??? He wears old mismatched scraps? Like what is the purpose? What's the story? What was with the half undone shirt? The years old (do not confuse with archival tho) Burberry? The old Ferragamo the other night like
The oscars night... At first I thought oh ok he just threw whatever he found on the floor onto himself right? But now imma being told he put the scientology cunt in the oscars night stories likeeeee I refuse to believe there was any styling involved. Did she just gave him a donation box full of clothes and said go crazy with it??
And then his press looks. They are not only bad, nothing fits him as well? It's just sad and honestly at this point Imma sad for him. What I was thinking about before while posting the Benny spam, are all the stylists hating on him OR he trying to get involved into the process which results in a disaster?
It's such a shame cuz ye know the looks might be actually what gets yer name out there and get people interested. Build up yer brand...
He also has no one good nice suit he wears all the time lol the only one he has is the black one for music making that on this blog is called the Benny Boy funeral suit cuz this is the exact same one ye would put yer grandpa in for the way underground
dressing like any jock trying to look “elegant” by wearing a suit on top of any t-shirt, and pants that look two sizes too small yet somehow still look baggy at certain places - this here lol ye basically describing someone who thinks himself visionary cuz he be following andrew tate on twitter and yes I am pretty sure I used this exact same comparison before but it's just so on point lol
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(1) so... imma be honest here... i have been in this fandom for quite a while and have tried to avoid cockles stuff due to rpf and thinking it was all tinhat theories (im SORRY). But for some reason,, , i have seen more and more cockles on my dash and it got me going down the rabbit hole of theories and such. Now, there is still a part of me that is still pretty skeptical but im open minded. Before i make up my mind about something I would like to collect data and make conclusions for myself.
(2) SO with that being said, here are my questions: what was the thing that solidified cockles, in your mind, as real? What makes their relationship different from every other person on this show (like jared for example)? What pieces of evidence, in your mind, is indisputable (i.e something that i or anyone else cant convince you that cockles is Not real)?
(3) Do you have any doubts? Can you give me a timeline of cockles? All these years and no one has said anything? now, i know thats not unusual (im in a fandom where 2 guys have been in a relationship for 11 years and people (besides the core-fans) didnt know until last year), but has there been any slip-ups and/or instances where people went: 🤔👀?
(4 of 4... sorry for the spam lol) And if you can/want to add any more evidence, please do! And of course collaboration is not a requirement, but it would be greatly appreciated! I just love delving deep into these kinds of things 😁💕
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a challenge. i accept. 
i’ll address each question in turn, and this got l o n g and gif-heavy, so it’s going under a readmore.
1) what convinced you cockles is real?
the year was 2013, i was new to the spn fandom (and, quite frankly, to unlearning my homophobia, but working on it). i knew that jibcon was a thing and i knew some of the cockles stories from the last few years, but people joke and tinhat about celebrities who joke flirt all the time, right? then i saw this with my own eyes.
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now, the grinding is a big part of this, because you just don’t casually do that in the course of trying to reclaim a piece of paper your friend is playing keep-away with. but jensen’s face. mr grumpy tough guy who play-acts all grouchy when jared so much as hugs him onstage. i can think of no other word for that facial expression except delighted. mr grumpy is surprised and thrilled about misha grinding up again his crotch in front of a crowd.
keep in mind that while jensen is a fantastic actor, when he’s not acting, he’s terrible at keeping his genuine emotions off his face. terrible. this is clearly spur of the moment and not an intentional bit.
a few more details: it’s subtle and debatable, but it really rather looks like jensen is very nearly rocking his hips into misha. regardless, he is definitely NOT backing away or trying to get out of the situation at all. next, you can see that misha straight up puts a hand on jensen’s ass, after grabbing onto his waist with a certain propriety and familiarity that reeks of intimacy. and lastly, you can see in the back that misha is making a 😬 face. he knows that he just fucked up.
so i stared at this for, i don’t know, an hour or so, and i could come to literally no other conclusion than that they have some kind of physical relationship. there’s too much familiarity on misha’s part and too much delight on jensen’s part for anything else.
2) what makes their relationship different than anyone else on the show?
you mention jared, and jared is the perfect example. it’s easy to say that misha is joke flirty with lots of people, not just jensen, but this post perfectly compares the difference between misha’s body language with jared and with jensen. it actually contrasts the above grinding incident with a similar incident where jared stole his microphone.
with jared, misha just stands up and walks around trying to get it back. but look at that body language with jensen. 
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that little way misha leans away is flirtatious, it just is. it’s giggling and inefficient in a way that shouts “keep chasing me.” then he giggles and grabs at jensen’s hands when jensen snatches the paper, gets a determined attitude to his posture, and goes in to try and get it back, which leads to the grinding. it’s so diffierent. 
here’s another post that analyzes the difference between mishalecki and cockles, and this is the bottom line: every time jared and misha touch in a flirty way, it’s a bit. it’s a joke between buddies. “haha i’m pretending to put my hand on your leg in a sexy way.” 
when jensen and misha touch, the touching isn’t for the bit, the bit is for the touching. they do bits to have an excuse to touch. 
the hitch kiss is a perfect example, because that wasn’t even part of the scene they’re reenacting. jensen’s character is supposed to reluctantly lean in, barely make contact, and misha’s character jolts back. instead misha just goes for it, and jensen happily goes for it with him. (this is after jensen initially didn’t want to do the scene, before misha joined him on stage, and then after misha joined him, he went and picked the script up again and was like “ummm they want us to make out now haha.”)
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they’re literally not even supposed to do this, it’s totally improvised, because they created a bit so they had an excuse to pretend kiss. okay, now hold that disguised-touching thought.
jensen’s body language between jared and misha at conventions is like night and day - not that it’s bad with jared, not at all, but they’re bros. they stand/sit shoulder to shoulder facing the crowd, they have a routine well worked out to provide entertainment, they play off each other like people who’ve been best friends for as long as they’ve been best friends. they’re like a steady team who has each other’s backs.
when jensen is on stage with misha? all he cares about is staring at misha, except for when he’s bragging on misha or encouraging misha to do things like strip or do one of his terrible accents because he has a kink. look at how he stares, he downright gazes. and he just does that... all the time, year after year.
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he is enamored.
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there’s also what we call the unicorn laugh, which is the most... exaggerated, ludicrous full-body SCREAMLAUGH that jensen only does for misha. and most of the time it’s because misha said something... not that particularly funny. maybe not even a joke at all. i get secondhand embarrassment just looking at it.
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for comparison, jensen’s reaction to jared’s dumb joke vs misha’s dumb joke.
okay, now we’re going to go through some of the other truly transparent and embarrassing shit jensen does, because he is transparent and embarrassing.
whenever jensen does a cockles or j2m photo op, he performs the Mish Reach, an astonishing maneuver where his arm will stretch as long as is required to touch misha. he will touch misha, you cannot stop him. do not try.
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speaking of, he has a Thing for calling misha “mish” and “dmitri” (misha’s legal name) as if he gets off on the intimacy of a nickname (or real name, as the case may be). 
the green eyed monster. for someone so beautiful and you know, everything, jensen seems to get jealous for no good reason with incredibly little prompting. look at this body language. and here, misha and jared were simply chatting, and this baby actually pouts at them.
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flirty faces totally count as pranking, right? jensen’s favorite way to make misha break on set was the hit him with this face + “hey big boy”, which is definitely what a prank is and not flirting.
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being compelled to support/defend/include misha. this is one of my favorite tiny moments, it’s just adorable. misha is introduced on stage at comic con, jared does a playful “booo! *thumbs down*” and jensen visibly goes “hey, don’t do that! in this house we love and support misha!” to the extent that jared visibly goes “dude what’s your problem?”
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once, a fan asked the j2 panel a question that included misha, and this boy said “thank you for your question. i like it when people include misha.” here, he handles a castiel standee so... tenderly. here, he talks misha up to convince him to improvise lyrics to a song. misha had to leave this comic con panel early, and despite him having just left and knowing that he’s driving, jensen tried to facetime misha and then looked so sad when he didn’t pick up. here he tells misha he looks “dapper as always” (he is in jeans, t-shirt, and blazer, c’mon bro). same panel, misha forgets his place in his story and jensen whispers the next part to help. also same panel, jared roasts misha, jensen just has to Be Supportive.
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how he can’t help but talk about misha all the time. even when misha isn’t there or the topic has nothing to do with misha, jensen loves to talk about him. jensen often jokes about his terrible memory (like how he doesn’t remember which season dean went to hell), but he tells the story of how he met misha over and over, and the story of the first time they went to dinner together. and he gushes. here he gushes about how excited misha was about scoobynatural. another time, he lost it because he met someone with a dachsund named misha, and he HAD to wait and tell misha in person because he HAD to see his face, and despite misha just making a “ah, great” expression, jensen said it was so worth the wait. here he gushes about misha in some dvd extras. look at this smile and gulp.
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okay, this post is already out of control and we’re not remotely done, but the only way out is through, so onward. 
since we’re ostensibly on the topic of body language, we’re going to circle back and cover unnecessary touching, disguised touching, and blush-inducing intimate touching. consider this, the most tender but filthy hand fondling i’ve ever seen, disguised as both resting their hands on a fan’s shoulder. there is zero platonic explanation for this. this is hand lovemaking.
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(similarly, this is eye lovemaking from across a stage.)  here, early on, jensen tried to be slick and disguise his desire to kiss misha’s cheek by first kissing jim beaver’s cheek. we are not fooled. this is a long post about unnecessary touching, and includes a moment i love but you can’t clearly see what happens. felicia day is dancing at jibcon, and jensen steps up to misha, switches his microphone to his far hand, and wraps his arm around misha’s waist the way you do with your partner.
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straight, platonic men do not touch each other like this, and it can’t be a bit, because it’s extremely difficult to even see from the audience. jensen touches misha with a casual, possessive intimacy without it being part of a joke, like the time he was determined to keep his hand on misha’s thigh and this comforting hug + cheek kiss (when misha was crying at a photoshoot celebrating spn’s last season).
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he simply doesn’t touch jared like that, not ever. i could keep going, but we can end the answer to ‘how are they different together’ there.
3) what pieces of evidence do you consider indisputable?
the number one thing to me is the body language. i have an intuitive talent for reading body language and facial expressions, and the only word i can use to describe jensen and misha’s body language is intimate. these two people are physically and emotionally intimate. you don’t touch someone with this degree of familiarity and possession unless you’ve had sex. i don’t make the rules, that’s just how it is. 
and we’ve seen now some of jensen’s intimate body language, but we have to talk about the way misha touches jensen’s back. i am asexual, and i would be straight-up uncomfortable if someone touched me like this, because it pings my radar as inherently sexual. this one and this one drive me utterly feral.
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this is a compilation of how they stand so close to whisper. they also love to lean their heads on each other’s shoulders. this one in particular is incredible not just for jensen dropping his head, but the soft expression on misha’s face and how he tips his head to the side.
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next: the boners. it’s weird to talk about a real person’s dick, but the fact remains that jensen has gotten hard-ons onstage because of misha at least 3 times: once when misha reenacted the fake orgasm scene from when harry met sally (which misha so did to turn him on intentionally), another time after that eye lovemaking already mentioned, but most notably after what we refer to as straddlegate, when jensen oh-so-helpfully volunteered to lie down for misha to straddle him (to reenact a scene) and then afterwards adjusted himself, pulled his shirt down, stuck his hand in his pocket, and awkwardly sat down. the man has a problem.
next: the shared/matching jewelry. years ago, misha wore a ring jensen gave him, and bracelets that weren’t identical but very similar, and misha’s had a pendant with an angel figure on one side and “always with you” on the other. photo op pictures caught them wearing the same bracelet that said “believe in you”. then in 2019 misha was seen wearing a ring on his right hand ring finger that jensen was seen wearing the previous year.
next: the anal sex fart joke. i do not actually relish discussing jensen ackles’ asshole, but the man said this and then literally approved it for release. the joke is that misha fucked his butt loose. i’ve had several people tell me that this is a common joke among gay/bi men, and even that yes, the sound jensen made is exactly what it really sounds like. so that happened.
next: the photos they post on twitter, which they obviously choose to share with us on purpose. there was the sunset photo, the family boat trip photo, the chest-to-chest selfie, but the king of them all is the anniversary photo. remember that story of their first dinner together? well, they took a picture that night, and ten years later they tracked down the same bar and the same table ten years later, recreated the photo and posted them for us to see. 
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now what i also find indisputable is a whole bunch of Suspicious Shit their friends (mostly jared) have said, but we’re gonna save that for another question.
4) do you have any doubts?
i used to, sometimes, but i don’t anymore. cause really, why is it so hard to believe that two people are queer and polyamorous? especially when one (misha) is openly poly and made very strong hints about being queer. i’m not accusing them of anything immoral or rare, i just think they’re queer and poly and in love. that happens.
5) can you give me a timeline of cockles?
i’m really not good at remember when things happen or in what order, so honestly i’m just not going to force myself to do this one, i’m sorry. but i can give you the “know your cockles history” section of my masterlist, and @destielintheimpala’s cocklesyears tag.
6) all these years and no one has said anything? have there been any slip-ups?
oh hon, please excuse me while i laugh. 
listen, everyone knows. everyone makes jokes about it. do you remember in 10x05 when the two girls playing dean and cas were said to be “a couple in real life”? i have an entire That’s Suspicious section of my masterlist, mostly because jared thinks it’s hilarious and he can’t keep his damn mouth shut. this post is so gif-heavy already that i don’t dare go through each incident, so i’ll have to be very choosy.
one time jared was teasing jen by pretending to be jensen looking at a centerfold of misha, saying, “misha’s been working out!” and at first jensen pretended to look disgusted, but couldn’t help himself in saying, “he has though, hasn’t he?” and the look on jared’s face. 
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another time, a fan asks their favorite season, and jared says season 4, the year he met genevieve (the actress who played ruby), jensen says he also liked the season he met jared’s wife, and jared cheekily says “isn’t that the season you met misha?” another time, j2 were told that misha had started a fire in his meet and greet, jensen says “he is pretty hot” and jared just walks away. 
check out these faces when fans asked about pictures of misha and videos of misha. tell me that isn’t sheer panic.
another time, jared put jensen’s arm around misha. memorably, there was the comic con where misha did a funny voice, jensen said “he sounds like that in the morning,” and jared swooped in to say, “how do YOU know?” and proceeded to take his mic out of its stand to drop it. everyone laughs, mark sheppard makes THAT face, jensen blushes, and they both giggle and look a little embarrassed, but like... if it wasn’t true, wouldn’t you be so uncomfortable that your friend just implied to a whole comic con hall that you’re fucking?
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so when you ask “all this time and no one has said anything?” - people say things all the time. we all know. they don’t try to hide it. it’s just that heteronormativity is such a drug and straight goggles are so thick that most people can dismiss anything short of literally having sex as “just good friends.” sooo many people claim that it’s just jokes. they can do almost anything and fly under the heteronormative radar.
and since you mentioned slip ups, i have to mention two more things before i lay my weary head to rest. first, what i call the almost kiss, because i really think jensen forgot he was onstage and he tried to go in for a kiss.
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and now, for my pièce de résistance... brace yourself.
a clever fan noticed that while multiple people were on stage, misha subtly lifted up his shirt tails to display his crotch and unzipped jeans.
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and jensen not only sees it, he damn near swallows his tongue.
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if you’re really gonna look at allll this and tell me that these dudes are not husbands... i can’t help you.
there’s more i could discuss, but i’m afraid of hitting link limit, so please go through my masterlist for more.
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(MAYA!! I'M HERE WITH SOME SEROTNIN FOR YOU!!)
Did I not say it loud enough? I said beep. beep. Move aside. Part 17's feedback is here! ...don't make me repeat it ✨ BAbyGUrL✨
[ He mumbles, palm coming to slap his forehead, he found himself doing that a bit often now, whenever he did something stupid - a gesture he’d picked up from Layla. ] - Oops? hehe
[ “Oh, um… right.” He fumbles, cheeks flushing, the basket was the only thing obscuring his semi he was sporting at the moment. ] I think I know what he was shielding from ‘any wandering nosey set of eyes’
Oh well, from what you pictured in my mind, she’s looking hot. I get why Harry got that problem xD
[ Layla: you might have some serious competition. imma coming for the money lol. ] Ah, finally got what she meant by this text...
[ Okay no, he thinks to himself. I’m not gonna kill her, I’m gonna fucking ruin her. ] holy shit lmao holy shit.
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[ a heady intermingling of cocoa butter and her three orgasms. ] fuckin’ hell
[ “‘You have witchcraft in your lips’,” he mutters, soaking in the comfort of her eyes. ] *loses it*
[ “What must this dashing gent doth to prove my fair lady otherwise?” ] *impressed*
[ “Watch,” he reminds her, head cocking to the left. Towards the mirror that she’d finished painting the frame of. ] that was ...hot
[ “Fuck. Kiss me. Now,” she demands, shifting her weight on her elbow, propping herself up. ] Wish I could jump through the screen but I guess Harry will have to do my job for now.
[ “Stretch your legs out,” he instructs, kissing her hair. When she does, he wraps his own with hers. ] I know where this is going. I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING
[ He turns to her and places a giant slobbering kiss on her cheek, the raspberries making her giggle. “Ew,” she whines. - “Excuse me? Ew?” - “Yeah,” she giggles again. ] i love this couple so much...
[ It was too much. A few tears spring out from the corners of her eyes, it was too much altogether, her body feels like it was struck by a lightning bolt. ] *eyes widen in realization*
[ She feels something trickle out of her, and her eyes spring open. - “Did you just-“ he starts, eyes widening, eyes flicking down to see his drenched hand, she was still spamming around his digits as her orgasm settled down. - “I didn’t pee. I swear!” She panics, sitting up straighter. - “Baby, you just squirted,” he tells her. - “Ew no! Isn’t that like pee?” - “I don’t think so,” he chuckles. “Fuck that was so hot!” ] FUCKING HELL
[ “Layla. Underwhelming is the last word I would use to describe anything that relates to you,” he says, eyes shining with sincerity. ] *swoons*
[ “You may not have been my first but I’m having a lot of firsts with you,” he admits. ] SREAMING.
[ But that being said, he loved running his fingers through them, detangling them, scratching her scalp, winding locks around his fingers when her hair was freshly washed and dried. ] this was comforting
[ “I’d love to. But I don’t think my legs would cooperate,” she chuckles. - “I can carry you to the loo,” he offers. - “Appreciate the gesture and all but-““You’re pee shy and would rather die than have me assist you to the bathroom.” - “Yeah,” she laughs. ] ahah
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[ It was a picture she had taken of Susan ] Susan 😂
[ She wasn’t into gaming as the rest of them but would always prefer to watch them play, while she read a book. ] she’s like me, gonna have ice cream with her soon.
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[ “I make you happy?” Layla asks, taken aback. ] um.. omfg
[ She didn’t know how to respond to that. Let alone what to say. It was as if someone had pulled the rug from under her feet. Was she capable of making someone feel happy? She knew her cousin, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends liked having her around because they either were genetically programmed to do that or were forced to because of circumstances. But Harry didn’t have those stakes. They weren’t related in the least bit and he didn’t need to put up with her just cause. Hell, he didn’t even need to talk to or be nice to her when they first met . She opens her mouth as her brain tried to pull a few words together but all she could do was to gape at him, like a fish gasping for oxygen when pulled out of the water. ] *rubs my own arm*
Harry’s family wanting to meet Layla and Layla’s partial family wanting to meet Harry and liking him...
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[ Layla rocks with glee as she sees the bowls containing nuts and resins, and the other with an array of cut fruits. ] oh I absolutely despise raisins xD
[ “They are so salty. Love me some salt.” She pops them into her mouth, sucking on them. ] I DO THAT TOO!!
[ “I can think of something else that’s salty,” he smirks at her. ] this man is2g
[ “Hmm. I don’t know if it’s a family thing or a desi thing but I always get cut up fruits or nuts and dates whenever I’m working. He does it at night as well, when I’m working on things for my classes, he’d bring me a banana or a glass of warm milk upstairs before heading to bed.” ] it’s lail’s family thing lmao
[ She didn’t know much about the weather but Harry did and she was always up for learning new things from him. He did make her feel stupid for asking silly questions, in fact it only make him more eager to explain things in detail. He didn’t do it in a condescending way either, they were instances where she asked people about economics or softwares and they’d always brush it off as something that’s complex but Harry would go on and on for hours, patiently, until she understood it - like why some clouds were grey and the others were fluffy and white. ] literally love this kind of dynamic
[ “Big spider. It’s on the counter. It’s moving a lot and jumpy too. ” ] oh this reminds me, I just killed a spider this morning in panic...
[ So fucking cute, he smiles at her. ] *grins*
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[ “If I’ve gotten rid of this pouch,” she grunts out, pinching the two inches of fat that protruded below her belly button. ] oh my baby, absolutely not. *dials Harry*
[ “You should have seen the look on his face when you managed to crawl in between his legs with the ball to score a point.” ] lmfao
[ “You know. After the trip, I might need to get a few maternity clothes. Do you mind coming along?” “No. I’d love too. I know how much you hate the way maternity clothes look, but I’ll try and help you pick out a few nice things. ] ask Layla to take me and @sunandherflores with her (we’d be glad to have ya tag along <3)
[ “On the plus side, I would get to start a new collection. But it’s scary. I’m 34 and sometimes it feels like people have labelled me as high risk, just because of my age. Just sucks.” ] join me on my journey to flip these people off.
[ “We were trying for a while. Took almost a year for it to stick but no. I’m glad I waited to be done with my studies. I’m glad I got to work and get to a good point in my career. I’m also glad I got to build my forever house before welcoming a baby,” she smiles at her. ] yay!
[ “I think it’s a boy. Vasanth has no preference, he’s happy either way.” - “I think it might be a boy too. How are the stretch marks now? Still itchy?” ] now because one already doesn’t has a guess and two are guessing towards a boy, I’m gonna go and guess a girl, just because.
[ “I do too. Such complicated relationships women have with their bodies.” - “I know I can’t complain because everyone around me tells me how pretty I look but-“ - “It’s hard to accept that when you don’t view yourself like that,” Abi finishes it for her. ] I absolutely adore women.
[ Harry took it upon himself to bake Anne’s birthday cake himself. He did it at theirs, so Anne doesn’t find out about his surprise. Layla helped him shape the foundaunt similar to his reference pictures - red ruby slippers, yellow brick road, witch’s pointy shoes with stripy leggings, tiny red flowers, shrubbery and the emerald city place. Harry was busy making a four layer lemon cake with lemon cream and cheese buttercream - Anne’s favourite. - She slipped past him today to come workout, so he could concentrate on getting his cake to perfection. ] ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
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[ “Come sit on my lap,” he whispers to her, as she’s blending the foundation into his skin. - “Do you think it’s a good idea? You know with a umm….” - “Bluttplug up my arse,” he finishes for her. - “Thanks. I was trying to be coy about it,” she says while he’s pulling her to sit on his lap .] lmaoo
[ “I mean we didn’t plan for it but the minute I came out in my dress and you called my pretty, I just knew I needed it.” ] hmmmhmhmhmhm
[ I’m just going to wear a dog costume. ] she gonna look like a hot dog xD (see what i did there??)
[ “Jeez, it’s a lot of work this makeup busine- Ow it’s in my eye. You poked my eye!” He yells, tears quickly rolling out due to the irritation. - “Fuck. Sorry. I’m so sorry. Stay still, please!” - “How can I stay still when you’ve literally poked my eyeball?!?” ] lmfaoo the only cliffhanger i’ve ever loved
I CANNOT wait to see Anne’s reaction omg
And done-dana-dun-done!
I feel like I’m recharged after reading these two lovely parts, Maya! I had a great Friday and a great Saturday, thanks to you!! (gonna binge @sunandherflores tomorrow xD)
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A lovely Lotus for a lovely gal <333
Two reactions in a span of twenty hour hours!! Bub, you’ve spoilt me too much.
Thank you!!!!!!!!!! Yes to shopping with you and S!
Also, if Abi and Vasanth’s baby turns out to be a boy, Layla and him would have such a tight bond. But lord help them if it’s a girl and they get a Layla 2.0; she would be seconds away from wanting to murder that child.
A lotus for me? My favourite *swoons*
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A Supernaturally Marvelous Fic Challenge
Calling all Supernatural and Marvel fanfic writers!
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I don’t know about y’all, but writer’s block and lack of motivation have hit me harder than ever this year. It’s no secret that 2020 has been a giant crap show for a lot of people, but our precious fics and fandoms can be such a great escape from it all. In an attempt to spread some inspiration and feel good vibes, I wanted to make my follower celebration something that might help both writers and readers.
Below you’ll find all sorts of prompts (dialogue, songs, AUs, etc.) because you never know what might inspire you. Since we’ve all had a tough year, there’s a catch! You’ve got to give it a happy ending.
Make it fun. Make it sassy. Make it steamy. But for the love of ALL THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY please wrap it up nicely with good things and a “fluffy” bow. Cool? Cool.
Now, on to the rest:
This is my follower celebration for both blogs, so please consider following @carryonmywaywardcaptain​, @carryoncaptainrogers​, or both!
As you may have guessed from the title, prompts can be written for Supernatural or Marvel (extra love and virtual hugs if you choose to write about Dean Winchester or Steve Rogers because they are the loves of my life. But there’s still plenty of love for the rest of the Avengers & TFW!)
Angst, smut, crack, and fluff are all welcome, but remember to give it a fluffy/positive ending and tag the warnings accordingly (Please steer clear of smut if you’re under 18. Stay young and innocent, babes.)
No limit to how many people sign up for each prompt. Feel free to combine prompts or even combine fandoms in a crossover! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing.
Send an ask with the prompt you want to do and the pairing you’re planning to write (life gets busy, so I’ll do a reminder post before the deadline if it’s helpful for you!). Reader inserts or OCs are both fine.
Tag me in the A/N and use the hashtag #supernaturally marvelous fic challenge by December 20th January 31st. If you’re garbage at deadlines like me, I’m super flexible and won’t hold it against you if you get it done later! I’ll reblog SPN fics on this blog and Marvel pairings over on @carryoncaptainrogers​ so your fics are seen by the fans who need them most :)
Got another idea you want to write and/or read about? Shoot me an ask and maybe I can add it to the mix! 
Make sure to check back once in a while in case more prompts are suggested and added! Without further ado (oof, this is long!):
Some song ideas:
“Boss’s Daughter”- Pop Evil
“Night Moves”- Bob Seger
“It’s Been a Long, Long Time”- Harry James
“I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)”- yes, from Hercules
“Hold You in My Arms”- Ray Lamontagne
“Better Man”- James Morrison
“Perfect for Me”- Justin Timberlake
“When We Were Young”- Adele
“Holding Out For a Hero”- Ella Mae Bowen’s version
“Come Around”- Papa Roach
“From Eden”- Hozier
“To the Man Who Let Her Go”- Tyler Shaw
“What If I Stay”- Chris Young
“Drift Off to Dream”- Travis Tritt
“Take Your Time”- Sam Hunt
“T-Shirt”- Thomas Rhett
“Not Strong Enough”- Apocalyptica, Brent Smith
“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”- Lee Ann Womack
“Right Where You Want Me” or “Better With You”- Jesse McCartney (because I love them both and just couldn’t choose lol)
Feel free to suggest songs from the shows/movies! I know the above are random. I tried to have some variety.
AUs, Tropes, etc.:
*gasp* And there was only one bed… (Bed sharing)
Confessing FEELINGS (or “everyone conspiring to make them confess their feelings already”)
Neighbors 
At a concert
Fake relationship for some event/case
Royal/Medieval
Soulmates
A/B/O
Friends/Enemies/Strangers to lovers
Comforting the other person
Dialogue prompts:
“I didn’t mean to turn you on.” “Well, it’s a little late for that!”
"Stop telling me you’re okay.”
“Can you please come and get me?”
“Sometimes you can be a real dumbass, you know that?”
“Because I care about you!”
“I’m right here. I’ve got you.”
“Who did this to you?”
“Well...what if I go with you?”
“Give me a chance to change your mind.”
“Plot twist!” “Screaming ‘plot twist’ doesn’t make this suck any less.”
“What did I say?” “You told me to stay out of trouble.” “And what did you do?” “The opposite of that, obviously.”
“You can do so much better than him. I wish there was some way I could make you believe that.”
“Not enough? You’re...everything.”
“Well this was fun... Let’s never do it again.”
“I need you to do something for me. You owe me a no-questions-asked.”
“Don’t look at me like that! You know what it does to me.”
“Wait! Just...take me instead.”
“You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.”
“I can’t stay away from you. I’m tired of trying.”
“Have you seen you? You’re like a damn dreamboat.”
Random things my kiddos at school have said:
“Hey Mrs. America! Mrs. Captain America.”
“You know what your problem is? DAT attitude.”
“How did it taste?” “Like disappointment.”
“Do we got a fucking problem?”
“When am I not wearing my sassy pants?”
“Words are hard.”
“I’ve been screaming internally my entire life.”
“Can I jump over the fence?” “No, but thank you for asking.”
“That’s not very cash money of you.” “...I don’t know what that means.” “That’s okay. I just felt like saying it.”
“What do you call a blind dinosaur?” “Dead.” [P.S. the answer is Do-you-think-he-saw-rus]
Shenanigan ideas:
Karaoke night at a bar
Thanksgiving dinner
Christmas lights
Slow dancing
Prank War
Ice skating
Mistletoe
Ugly sweater party
Gift exchange
Creating/sharing holiday traditions
Please reblog or tag your favs who might be looking for a little extra inspiration!
CarryOnCap Crew (Forevers):
@abswritesfandoms​  @amanda-teaches​  @cosicas-cuquis​  @crist1216​  @droidyouseek​  @emoryhemsworth​  @ericaprice2008​  @flawless-disaster​  @janeyboo​  @jenn0755​  @ksgeekgirl​  @maresmiley​  @memyselfandmaddox​  @notyourtypicalrose​  @randomparanoid​  @rynabarnesrogers​  @sandlee44​  @scarletsoldierrr​  @shann-the-artist-moon​  @sheerioasteroidpanda​  @shynara51​  @someday-when-you-leave-me​ @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​  @thisismysecrethappyplace​  @torntaltos​  @waywardbaby​  @waywardrose13​  @weebid​  @whimsicalrobots​  @wintersoldierbaby​  @wintersoldierissucharide  @yesfanficsaremylife​
Cap’s Marvel Crew:
@amoonagedaydreamer​  @bangtan-serendipity​ @bubbabarnes @lilacs-with-lavender​  @msgreenverse​  @nomadstevergxrs​  @palaiasaurus64​  @scarlettsoldier​  @selina-kyle89​  @smokeandnailz​  @troublermalik​  @twittytelly​  @valkirsif​
Cap’s SPN Crew:
@adoptdontshoppets​  @akshi8278​  @alexwinchester23​  @bi-danvers0​  @deangirl7695​  @dean-winchesters-bacon​  @fandomoniumflurry​  @pisces-cutie​  @supernaturalenchanted​  @superromijn​  @waywardnerd67​  @x-waywardaf-x​ 
Other amazing writers came to mind in case you’re interested in participating, feeling inspired to bless us with more of your beautiful work, or wouldn’t mind reblogging/tagging other writers (Please forgive me for spamming you!):
@luci-in-trenchcoats​ @supernatural-jackles​ @evansrogerskitten​ @cajunquandary​​ @after-avenging-hours​ @fvckingavengers​ @mywritingsblog​ @bitsandbobsandstuff​ @prettyyoungtragedy​ @kittenofdoomage​​ @angelkurenai​​ @impala-dreamer​ @redgillan​ @gaybybirth​ @invisibleanonymousmonsters​ @221bshrlocked​ @sgtjbuccky​ @captainrogerss​ @katymacsupernatural​ @buckyofthemyscira​ @captain-rogers-beard-mainblog​ @dancingalone21​ @atc74​ @smol-and-grumpy​ @hannahindie​ @kdfrqqg​ @sis-tafics​ @idreamofplaid​ @deanssweetheart23​ @because-imma-lady-assface​ @covered-byroses​ @captain-kelli​ @heli0s-writes​ @deanwinchesterswitch​ @roonyxx​ @jay-and-dean​ @ladywinchester1967​ @spnfanficpond​
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11, 24, 40 👀
!!! OHMYGOSH HELLO!!!!! 
11) Which planet would you want to call home?
If I liked heat at all, I’d say Tatooine since it’s my absolute favourite planet ever!! It’s just?? So fascinating??? I adore all the legends/canon lore and I have a bunch of headcanons, too :) 
However I, unfortunately, do not handle hot climates very well. So Imma have to go with Alderaan! They’re very environmentally conscious and have an interesting (if not very canonically developed) culture! They also seem to be a very morally good people? Just- everything about the people and the planet is so incredibly idyllic. I wouldn’t mind living there as long as it doesn’t involve any Death Stars. :)
24) Would you want to be human, or from another species?
I’d definitely want to be a Zabrak!! They’re my favourite humanoid species (besides Tusken Raiders, but like....i don’t actually want to BE a Tusken Raider..). It’d SUPER SUCK if I came from Dathomir but alsooo those sweet tattoos??? 👀👀👀 (But for SOME stupid reason female Dathomirian Zabraks DON’T have horns so I’d have to have to just..not have be cis female which is A-OK with me! ✨) I just love their horns and they’ve got super cool lore! Plus two planets which is even cooler!
40) If you could make your own Star Wars trilogy/series, what would it be about?
Oh GOD I would 10000% go straight for Nomi Sunrider!!! One of my all time fav SW characters!!!! You can find her in the Tales of the Jedi comics (specifically: The Saga of Nomi Sunrider, The Freedon Nadd Uprising, Dark Lords of the Sith, The Sith War, and Redemption). Of course, I own all of these, bc I Needed all the Nomi Sunrider Content in my life. Here I’m gonna spam you with pics:
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She lived around ~4000 BBY, during the time of the Great Sith War (which she was HEAVILY involved in!!) I STAN Nomi Sunrider (née Da-Boda) not only bc of her cool name but because:
1) Look at that GORGEOUS receding hairline!! Love a powerful woman who OWNS her looks and doesn’t give into traditional beauty standards!
2) She was married to a Jedi before she became one. Her husband constantly told her she was powerful and would make an AMAZING Jedi (yay for marrying a man who LOVES and SUPPORTS his wife!!) but she was too humble to become one.
3) She is a MOTHER!!!!!!!
3) Her husband DIES. Objectively terrible for her, but 1000% amazing for US!!! Because then she takes up his lightsaber and absolutely DESTROYS his murderers.
4) She immediately feels guilty and vows never to take a life again (which.....she might go back on at some point, I honestly don’t remember, but I ADORE her for all of this)
4) She is now a SINGLE mother and we STAN single mothers in this house!!!
5) SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER AND SHE STILL BECOMES A JEDI!! REPEAT!!! SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER AND BECOMES A JEDI!!!!!!!!!! SHE RAISES HER DAUGHTER WHILE SHE IS A JEDI!!!!!!!!!!! How can I NOT fucking adore her??
6) She mistakes her new Master for a fuckin HORSE basically. A giant, bulky horse. Also, she rides him around all the time. It’s great. Nothing like letting your Master carry you around like he’s a beast of burden. Like Yoda in reverse.  
7) She’s got her own funky droid called A-D3O (ThreeDee) and they consider each other FAMILY!!! FAMILY!!! They worry about each other all the time and ThreeDee plays instruments! Three Dee also has a weirdly humanoid face and I LOVE him. I think he also uses a blaster at some point I don’t remember. Anyway, I Fully Support droids using blasters to kill the villains.
8) Also, okay, wiki says she’s human, but I 10000% do NOT believe that. maybe near-human but not fully human. I need more non-human female main characters in my life, please and thank.
8.b) This is turning into Nomi Sunrider Loving Hours but I will take ANY opportunity to scream about her and how much I want to marry her or just- be her friend. Or let her step on me. I’ll take anything at this point, really. I’m Begging.
9) She ends up becoming part of a TRIO with two brothers. They are 1000% her sidekicks and no I am not taking any other opinions on this matter.
10) She shacks up with the objectively Worse brother, but I support her coming to terms with the loss of her husband and finding new love and happiness in her life. At least she’s got a bro to complain about her stupid bf with.
10.b) Unfortunately, her stupid bf is ACTUALLY Stupid Beyond Belief and Nomi Sunrider is in for a lot of heartache.
10.c) There are some SUPER COOL parallels between the brothers and Anakin&Obi-Wan so I’m always here for that. 
11) Nomi Sunrider KNEW it was a Stupid Idea for her bf to infiltrate the Sith to “take them down from the inside.” She KNEW and she TOLD HIM. She is a fucking SMART WOMAN. But does he LISTEN?? NO. HE DOESN’T.
12) Nomi Sunrider is actually??? One of the most powerful Jedi EVER???? Like, she completely SEVERS her bf’s connection to the Force (bc he is a Stupid and Kills his brother and she is DISTRAUGHT) and also is able to create a giant Force-shield she uses to defeat Exar Kun. She is HUMBLE and INTELLIGENT and POWERFUL BEYOND BELIEF.
13) May I gently remind you that she STILL is a single mother and successfully raising her child during all of this??? Through training and adventures and a fucking WAR, Nomi Sunrider is KILLING IT with the parenting and her daughter LOVES her.
14) Nomi Sunrider BECOMES GRAND MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
15) Gonna say it again: NOMI SUNRIDER BECOMES GRAND MASTER OF THE JEDI ORDER!!!!!!!!
16) Need I say more??
So like, not only would we get an INCREDIBLE female lead who I think would actually be a fucking AMAZING influence culturally (that representation babaaay~), it would also take place during a SUPER interesting time in GFFA history?? It’s a relatively new but still well-established Jedi Order that ISN’T based on Coruscant quite yet (OSSUS OSSUS OSSUS). We’d get TOOONS of alien species, a shit ton of culture/history and lots of new planets!! We still get some ~spicy~ Sith conflict, and we get to see how it plays out in an intriguing way that sort of parallels Anakin?? OH AND!! We get to see a very different Jedi Order!! The dude who interpreted the Jedi Code as we know it lived during this time, so it’d be really really really cool to see different philosophies and cultures within this time period! (things like marriage not being frowned upon or even encouraged, etc. etc.)
I dunno, I just love this time period and I would die for Nomi Sunrider, so. GIMME A NOMI SUNRIDER TRILOGY PLS
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AAHHH this was super fun!!!! Thanks for letting me blather :’D I just love Star Wars SO MUCH???
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the way you write uf/ht sanses (...? not sure how to spell jdksjkfhd) is so amazing??? like they're my fave bois and your fics just makes my brain go "💖💘💝💖💝💗💞💓💕💗💜💓💓💞💜💗💘💖💝💖" and activates a primal urge to just,,, want to gently hold them,,,, they deserve it <3
anyways, imma stop low-key simping now, considering its 2.35am. good night and hope you have a great day :D!!!
also also aLso remember when i mentioned you're making your way up my fave writer list? yeah,,, you're in the top 3 fave fic writers of all time now,,, thats very pog of you to do
imma go for real now sorry if none of this makes sense oops-
have a great day/night pt. 2
- a very tired but strangely energetic 🌌 anon who felt like dumping a lot of positivity
jsfjhdsjh thank you so so much!!! I'm happy you like the way I write them! :-D And,,, sdjhbsdfhjbdsbhjdshjbjbhdshbjd that is so nice of you???? I may just cry?????????? That makes me so happy to hear :-D
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and thank you for this message too!!! I super appreciate it :-D (and I don't mind spam! Spam me all you want as it's very rewarding for me to see people invested in my work ^^)
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tagged by the lovely lois @1642lux, thank you bb! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!
tagging (pls dont feel like u have to!): @amoroushero, @osamusriceballs, @inakou, @millie-mint, @mracleboy, @taiyaaki
preferred name — elle, ellie, anything along those lines 💕
birthday — May 4th, Star Wars Day 😎
where do you live — in a state of constant anxiety 🤩
three things you're doing rn — checking tumblr when i should be doing math homework, grading history exams, writing a short drabble in my mind as i work lmao
fandoms — anime: haikyuu, bnha, jjk, hunter x hunter, demon slayer, the promised neverland
non-anime:  pjo, harry potter (not really but i was heavily obsessed ages ago so i have extensive knowledge on it), tsc by cassandra clare
how has the pandemic treated you — my mental health plummeted drastically during the first few months due to a combination of finals and being quarantined with my parents but now i’ve adjusted pretty well to being in the house all the time so i guess i’ve become a bit of a hermit?? lmao
a song you can't stop listening to — line without a hook by ricky montgomery (it popped up in my playlist and now it’s been on repeat for days oop) and harmony hall by vampire weekend!
recommend a movie — i don’t watch movies too much but here are some of my favorites: dead poet’s society, mrs. doubtfire, spirited away, a silent voice, bruce almighty, and even though it’s not a movie, violet evergarden is absolutely marvelous and you should check it out if you can!
school, uni, occupation, other — school/college/uni, whichever one you’d like to call it
do you prefer heat or cold — cold! i live in a very hot city with little to no seasons so it’s a blessing when a small cool breeze rolls in during february 😔
name a fact others might not know about you — i’m left-handed like ushiwaka! unlike ushi, most of the people around me tend to forget about that until they actually see me writing something down and go crazy about it lmao
are you shy — sadly, yes. i tend to be very reserved when around new people or people i don’t know too well but around my family and friends i’m pretty extroverted! the only exception to these tendencies is when i’m dealing with customer service or people in the service industry (i.e.: ordering food at a restaurant)
preferred pronouns — she/her
pet peeves — people interrupting my thought process while i’m writing or doing literally anything, my lizard brain will immediately forget what i was about do write/do
fave "-dere" type — ngl i had to google these i cannot remember their names for the life of me but imma have to go with a tsundere? i guess?
life rn — this picture sums it up lmao
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main blog — this one!
sideblogs — don’t have any as of now but i might make one later on
what you need to know before becoming my friend — i’m terrible at keeping up with messages/texts! if i don’t answer in a while i’m not mad or anything i just literally forgot 😅
also!! i can be v energetic and talkative if i like your vibe so i guess i’m either complete ghosting you for like 6 hours or spamming you with 5+ messages so fair warning... regardless of how much or how i interact with you just know you already mean the world to me and i adore you 🎉💕
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hellooo :))) I don’t know if take requests at the time, but maybe you can save this for later then. A JatP imagine based on the song Close as Strangers by 5sos, where the guys didn’t die and instead got to play the Orpheum show. Then get signed, popular etc. and goes on tour. I was thinking it could be Reggie x reader, and angsty but with a happy/fluff ending :) Like it shows the difficulties that come with a long distance relationship and different times zones and so on. Hope it makes sense 🥺
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Pairing: Reggie x Reader
Warnings: None, I think
Summary: The distance is killing them as he travels for tour and she stays home.
A/N: I’m gonna be honest the first time I listen to this song was when I was setting up the prompt for this, now I’m obsessed. To whoever requested this, thank you. Also the band is aged up to collage for this imagine because it just worked better. I’m also trying to get through the request quickly so there might be spam for the next couple of days. Hope you like it, Much Love 🌻
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Six weeks since I've been away And now you're sayin' everything has changed And I'm afraid that I might be losing you And every night that we spend alone It kills me thinking of you on your own And I wish I was back home next to you Oh, everyday You feel a little bit further away And I don't know what to say
That night at the Orpheum changed everything for the better. The boys got the attention of a bunch of record executives, causing them to get signed to a label. You were so happy for them, you guys went out to celebrate that night. 
The boys spent the next few months working on new music and practicing as much as possible. They announced to you that they were going on tour about 5 months after the Orpheum show. 
After about six weeks the distance was staring to take effect on you and Reggie’s relationship. Reggie was sat in his bed thinking about you and what it would be like to be back at your apartment together while the two of you watched a movie. He was missing these simple things more and more the longer he’s gone. 
Are we wasting time Talking on a broken line? Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages I feel like we're as close as strangers Won't give up Even though it hurts so much Every night I'm losing you in a thousand faces Now it feels we're as close as strangers
You and Reggie would talked when you could but it was never enough, you wanted to be able to hold him and cuddle him again. The last 3 months have been nothing but constant heart ache for the both of you. You had been together for the past 2 years but you had never been apart this long.
You missed Reggie’s goofy nature and his ability to make any situation lighter with just a few words. Reggie missed your smile and the way you would giggle when he would kiss you at random times. 
He gets on stage every night wishing you were there in the crowd just to see your face. You sit on your roof every night wishing the time would pass faster so he could be home with you.
Late night calls and another text Is this as good as we're gonna get? Another time zone taking me away from you Living dreams in fluorescent lights While you and I are running out of time But you know that I'll always wait for you Oh, everyday You feel a little bit further away And I don't know what to say.
Texts every night and calls when you could was never enough. Between Reggie’s rehearsal running almost all day and  your classes going all day you guys never had time to full talk.
Reggie’s dreams were finally coming true, but in the mist you were being left out. Doubt started to creep into your mind with everyday he’s gone. Wondering if you were part of his future if it was in music.
Meanwhile, Reggie mind was clouding in doubt as well. He was constantly wondering if you were gonna leave him because his new schedule and lifestyle. His heart would sink every time he would think about it and made it worse.
On the phone I can tell that you wanna move on Through the tears I can hear that I shouldn't have gone Every day gets harder to stay away from you So tell me... Are we wasting time Talking on a broken line? Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages I feel like we're as close as strangers
Somehow the two of you finally got time on your schedule to be able to have a conversation for longer than 5 minutes. Though, this conversation hadn’t turned out the way it was planned to. What started off as a normal conversation to catch up, had turned into a fight between you.
“Are we wasting time?” You asked him through the tears finally being fed up with neither of you approaching the subject that you both feared. “I haven’t seen your face in ages, I feel like we’re as close as strangers.”  Ending the call after he had failed to respond, you fell to the floor crying.
Six months since I went away And I know everything has changed But tomorrow I'll be coming back to you
You and Reggie haven’t spoken to each other since the call two weeks ago. You have felt the guilt continue to bubble the longer you didn’t talk. You had asked Alex to help set something up when he reached out saying Reggie was just as bad as you were.
You were standing in the crowd of the last show on their tour waiting for Reggie to notice. Luke had found you in the crowd before Reggie did though, pointing you out to him before turning to Alex who had a smile plastered on him face. Luke shook his head realizing it was something the two of you had planned.
Reggie met your eyes a grin spreading across his face. He read the sign you were holding, laughing as he realized it was his words. Your sign read, “Sunset Curve, Tell your Friends.” With the logo painted across it. 
After the show had finished you had walked backstage to find Reggie, only to have him find you first and pull you into a kiss, not caring who saw you.
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have yelled on the phone.” You say pulling away from the kiss. He didn’t care though, he just pulled you closer kissing your head, loving the fact that he had his girl back.
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ecrivainsolitaire · 3 years
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Operation #FreeCharlieBrown
So Imma need all my mutuals to share this as hard as you can, because I believe We The People have been done a great injustice by the capitalist oligarchs that rule over us all. Many injustices, in fact, but this is one we can fix quite easily. Hear me out:
This year is gonna be the first year since 1966 that the Charlie Brown Christmas special won’t be airing on television because it’s now an Apple+ exclusive. And as a socialist and a pirate there’s two things I hate in this world: exclusive licensing deals, and Apple. So this is what we’re going to do: we’re gonna flood the internet with nothing but Charlie Brown on Christmas day. So this is what we’re going to do:
The episode is pretty easy to get right now. You can find it on torrents, on movie streaming sites, it’s even on YouTube if you know where to look. It won’t be for long. Before December comes Apple is gonna DMCA the shit out of everyone to take it down. So we have to download it now, on as many languages as we can think of (No favourites! Everyone deserves some Charlie Brown!). We need this to spread now, to make sure that everyone has their copies ready. We need to achieve this by November 25th, before the tyrants find out what we’re planning.
When December 1st comes, we drop the first attack. We’re gonna start mass tweeting #FreeCharlieBrown at all of Apple’s official accounts. We need to get it to trending, there cannot be any doubt of what we want. We cannot let the media ignore it, and they certainly cannot ignore it if it’s loud and clear.
On December 15th-20th we make five dummy Google accounts and a dummy Facebook account with a page. Make sure to name the Facebook page something like crafts and recipes or some shit, the kind of thing white moms share all over the place. Send as many friend requests as you can and suggest the page to everyone. You can even upload some craft videos you make yourselves or steal from 5 Minute Crafts because fuck them too, they post fake recipes for clickbait. The point is we need this shit everywhere, all eyes we can get. Important: Do not link any of these accounts to your primary accounts or phone number. They should not be immediately traceable to you. If you have a VPN, this is the time to shine, baby.
Also on these days, spam the hashtag at Apple again. This is gonna be their last warning and we also want everyone to be in the lookout. They either give it to us or we take it by force.
On December 25th, we drop the bomb. Everyone uploads the video in every language you managed to acquire (and I cannot stress this enough: EVERY LANGUAGE, not just English). If you can do video editing you probably already know all the tricks to fool Content ID: mirrors, scaling, throwing random shit on the screen so it confuses the bots, mixing up the colours and shit; do them all. Make a Twitch account and stream it on loop; your first stream always gets a push from the algorithm. We need to save as many of them as possible and overwhelm the damn things.
If you can’t upload it for whatever reason, don’t worry; you still can help. In fact, your role is just as important. You’re gonna go to YouTube and search Charlie Brown Christmas, and filter by New. They’re gonna be taking them down quick so we need to share the newest ones we can get. Enter the video, like it, comment it and share it with anyone you can. Look for it on Facebook and share it with your friends. Spam the shit out of it. There are free view farms you can find really easily; get it on those. Make sure the entire planet is watching Charlie Brown that day. Blow it up. Apple wanted a show, we’re gonna give them a show.
Finally, make friends with each other. We need some more radical compassion in this world, and to do that we need allies. This is how we find those allies.
Important: Do respect the space of people who may not want to hear about Christmas. Specifically people whose religion opposes it or who may have holiday- or religion-related trauma. The point of this attack is to bring joy to the world, not misery. Do try and give them notice so they know to unfollow you for the day. They deserve the peace of mind.
Who’s with me? Let’s give the middle finger to a soulless corporation by spreading the joy of Christmas!
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tardiss-addie · 4 years
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Who Could Love a Monster [Chapters 3-7]
-AN: So, I’ve written a lot and forgot to upload it all hhahh so Imma compile a bunch of chapters here to not spam dashboards.-
{Empathy} Chapter 3: Readers POV- "Wh-who are you?" he asked, his eyes staring into mine, wide and confused. "I'm (Y/n)." I smiled, keeping my hand outstretched. He gulped, looking at my hand in turmoil. I understood why.. After all, from what he explained, this was probably the first bit of kindness any human had shown him. It was no wonder he was confused. But even more than that, he looked.. Scared. After what felt like minutes of deliberation, he looked up to me hesitantly lifting his hand and reaching towards mine. I felt a smile perk up the corners of my lips as his hand finally grazed mine, gently grabbing it as I did the same. He yelped a little as I got up, hoisting him up with me. As we got to our feet, he stared at me for a moment, eyeing me suspiciously. After a few seconds, he turned around, starting to walk away from me casually. I stood there for a second, confused, but his groan of annoyance soon rang though the halls. "Well? Are you coming or not?" We walked through the stone corridors for a while in silence. I was scared that being the first one to talk would annoy him. But eventually, curiosity got the better of me and I spoke up. "So..." I started, not daring to look at him, as I knew he was giving me an irritated look. "What's your name?" I asked, looking down at my hands as we walked. His eyes drifted forward again as a small silence passed through us. "I already told you, it's Envy." he said, and from the tone of his voice I could tell he was calmer than before. I frowned, "Sorry.. I didn't think you were serious." I responded, [I mean.. Whose name is Envy? Literally the sin of envy? Although I guess he is a homunculus, so he wasn't named as a human would be.] I thought to myself, and Envy could practically see the cogs turning in my head from my thoughtful expression. He rolled his eyes and put his arms behind his head as he walked, seeming to get more relaxed. "Don't think about it to much, you'll hurt your head." He mocked, and I let out a small chuckle. And I swore that out of the corner of my eye, I saw a faint tint across his cheeks. Though I wrote it off as him not knowing how to intake kindness or express emotions well.After a while of talking, Envy groaned, rubbing his forehead in distress. "Jeez! If I knew you were gonna talk this much, I would've killed you back there!" he groaned, and I laughed again, a grin clear on my face. "But you didn't." I laughed, grin fading back to a small smile. "Thank you. For not killing me that is." I said, looking up to him with kind eyes. He made a weird face at me, the turned away. "Tch. Whatever." He spoke, then again after a few seconds. "Thanks for saving me.. I guess." he said quietly, and it wouldn't have been audible had it not been for the complete and utter silence in the halls. I looked down at my hands, smile still on my face, as we walked side by side. "So.. Who is this father guy? He seems to be all anyone can talk about today haha." I asked, as I'd heard him mentioned by both Envy and General Armstrong earlier that day. He looked at me with an amused expression, "Hah! I wonder how many people that pipsqueak told about our plan! I wonder if they even figured it out?" he responded, then turned back to face the dark hallway ahead. "Father is the one who created us homunculi. We all embody the seven deadly sins of humans as a part of his being. He's also a homunculus, but a much more powerful one! His stone is filled with the souls of all of Xerxes! He's more powerful than any being on this planet, and you'd have to be crazy to want to fight him!" he spoke in am almost manic way, then broke out laughing. "God, you humans are so idiotic!" He said through bouts of laughter. I just looked at him, a slight smile creeping up my face. I wasn't sure why, but talking to him like this was.. Almost nice. Him not being afraid to go basically crazy in front of me. Oddly enough, it was pretty adorable. Envy caught the look on my face, and stopped laughing, his expression replaced by confusion and a tad bit of darkness. "Why are you smiling?" He asked, his head tilting to the side. I shook my head, "I just like talking to you. You're fun." I replied, smile never once leaving my face. His eyes narrowed, and he looked back ahead. "Any normal human would be freaked out by the way I'm talking." he offered, and I simply shrugged. "Guess I'm not normal then." I explained, and he let out a small chuckle, "That's for damn sure." As we continued to talk, more about father, then on to how long he's lived and the things he's done, I began to feel closer to him. I knew he was only telling me these things in an attempt to push me away from him, bragging about how many people he's killed and so on. Although I only felt like I wanted to be closer to him because of it. Weird, I know. I'd never met anyone like him, and there was a desire deep within me to earn his trust. I just knew that I could be a good friend to him, someone who cares, if he let me. A friend.. Something (according to him) that he'd never had. And even though he talked about humans like they were the scum of the earth, there was something about the way he spoke.. Like he admired us or something. No, it was jealousy. He was envious of humans. [Thus explains the name..] I thought to myself, so deep in my mind at this point that I didn't realize when Envy put an arm in front of me, stopping me dead in my tracks. "Oof! What is it?" I asked, turning to him. He looked at me with an almost blank expression, but I could see a little anger seething through. "We're here." he said simply, motioning to a another seemingly giant cement door. Although this one was already open. Envy's POV- We peeked through the open doorway, and (Y/n) stayed still, observing the scene for a moment. The fullmetal pipsqueak and his brother were already there, as well as the lady with black dreads. Across the room was father, who'd already taken on his true form, blackness with eyes littered all over him. A fight was already commencing, pride was fighting the pipsqueak, while his brother and the woman were throwing long range projectiles at him. I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that they didn't know how to beat him. "Idiots, that won't work. They have to get him to use his philosophers stone, that's the only way to beat him." I mumbled out, only loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. She looked at me, then back at him, I assume wondering what exactly I meant by that. From the way we'd talked earlier, it seemed like she had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, father absorbed the projectiles, breaking them up and spitting them back out at them. They didn't have any time to make cover, so without hesitation, (Y/n) threw her palms to the ground, intercepting each of the rocks with a giant concrete wall. And just like that, all eyes were on her. I looked down to her as she entered the room, realizing two things. One, there wasn't a transmutation circle on the ground, and two, there wasn't one on her hands either. My eyes widened as I realized it. "You don't need a transmutation circle?!" The pipsqueak yelled from across the room. She quickly shook her head, and my eyes narrowed. "So you've seen it then.. The truth." I said, making her turn to me. "You know about that too??" she asked, confused. But before I could answer, the kid yelled, "Damnit, you've brought the fifth sacrifice right to him!"  The pipsqueak pointing at me accusingly. I put my hands up in defence, eyes widening, "What?! How was I supposed to know she'd seen it?!" I yelled back, agitated at the whole situation, but also relived. She was a sacrifice, apparently, so she wouldn't die with the rest of the country. I guess sacrifice wasn't really the best term for them then.. (Y/n) looked up at me, eyes wide with confusion. "I'm a what??" she asked, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "A sacrifice. He's going to use you to open the gate. But you won't die so just be patient." I explained, and she glared at me. "Unlike you, I'm not gonna just sit around and let this happen!" she spat, turning on her heels and running to the rest of the sacrifices. "Tch, whatever. I'm not fighting." I resolved, leaning against the doorway casually. As they fought, father seemed to be in complete control, as expected. Neither of the humans had figured out how to make him use his stone, and they were getting beaten down. It was about then, that father laid his eyes on me. "Envy, fight with me!" he demanded. I looked away, not wanting to meet his eyes. "Sorry, but I'm sitting this one out." I responded, voice as cold as my expression. He glared at me, and to my surprise I saw the humans look at me with confused expressions. Except for (Y/n). She was smiling. I frowned averted my eyes, staring off into the hallway. "Envy. You are my son, you are made from my blood. You will fight for me!" he demanded once again. I shook my head, refusing to look up. "Look, I'm not fighting! I've been loyal to you for hundreds of years, can't I just have this?" I spoke, voice filled with the anger that was bubbling inside me. He scoffed, " I've never asked you to do anything you didn't already want to do. You foolish child, you don't 'get' anything! You are mine to do with as I please! You are part of the greater plan! Now fight!" he yelled, and my eyes widened in anger. [Who the hell does he think he is?! I thought he actually cared, the only one who did! God damnit! He never cared about me! About any of us!] My mind raced as I clenched my hands into fists. "I'm not fighting!" I screamed, voice booming and echoing through the large room. He glared at me, narrowing his awful and misplaced eyes all over his body. "Is it because of the human?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice. My eyes widened, [How did he figure me out so quickly?!] I clenched my fists tighter. "So what if it is?!" I said loudly, and he almost laughed. "So! You've decided to be on their side now?" he asked, his head tilting in mock confusion. "No, of course not! She just saved me and I don't want to hurt her! That's it!" I growled, surprised with how malicious I was being towards him. I didn't know I had it in me. Father's grin quickly turned into a frown, "My own Envy. Developing empathy for a human?" he spoke, words full of hate. "Disgusting." In the blink of an eye, his arm stretched out across the entire room, instantly  grabbing (Y/n) by the throat. My heart skipped a beat as he did, lifting her off the ground as she grabbed at him, gasping out for air. I felt a lump in my throat form as I tried to stay still, fists shaking at my sides. "So. This is the human who saved you is it? She's small and puny compared to you! She's an ant to crush under your foot!" he spat, all the while tightening his grip on her neck. I gulped, anger boiling through my veins as I watched. The thought of him hurting her made me so mad, I wanted to rip his stone right out of him. But I knew I couldn't beat him, so I stayed there, watching as the life drained from her. The humans tried to help, but were shoo'd away by pride, still strong and fighting by fathers side. I knew I shouldn't care about this stupid human, father was right, she was nothing but an ant. And yet, the thought of me just standing there, letting her die, made me sick. I grit my teeth, glaring up at father with narrowed eyes. I couldn't just stand here and do nothing! I had to help! [Damnit!] I screamed in my head, my muscles so tense it felt like they might pop. Without another thought, I jumped in the air, quickly transforming my arm into a blade and slicing his arm clean off. I moved in the blink of an eye, his shouts nothing more than echoes to me as I focused on my objective. I ran to (Y/n) as she fell from his grasp, more than 20 feet in the air. I got there just in time, cradling her in my arms as she collapsed. Her breathing was raggid, and she had a bit of a coughing fit. But all that mattered was that she was safe. Well, as safe as you can be in this sort of situation. Her eyes fluttered open, and she stared at me with a small smile on her face. "T-thank you."She spoke, and I shushed her, knowing that speaking would hurt her throat. I looked up, seeing everyone just staring dumbfounded at me. I almost felt embarrassed, cheeks lighting up only slightly. "What?!" I yelled at them, making them look back to the father. "How'd you hurt him?!" The pipsqueak asked, and I rolled my eyes. "You're not very smart are you, I'm made of the same stuff he is." I explained, still holding (Y/n) in my arms. Full metals eyes beamed with confidence and determination, and it dawned on me that that was the same expression, (Y/n) had when she was rescuing me. "You have to fight with us, you're the only one who can land a hit!" he spoke up, and I simply scoffed. "What, No way! I'm getting her somewhere safe." I said, and he shook his head. "You know just as well as me that no where in this country is safe right now." The pipsqueak said. "Augh, fine! But if anything happens to her, I'm slitting your throat first!" I growled, pointing a finger towards the blonde boy. He grinned and nodded, "Lucky for you, I'm good at protecting people!" he smiled wide and turned back towards father. I quickly laid (Y/n) down near the door and looked her in the eyes. She looked tired. "Hey, I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." I said, and she simply chuckled, "Sure thing." I felt a small warmth travel through my stomach as she laughed, face contorting into confusion as it did. [What was that?] I was pulled out of my thoughts though, as another battle erupted behind me. "Welp, I guess I'll go.. Help." I said, eye twitching just from the mention of helping them. I rolled my eyes as they tried to land more hits on father, of course failing each time. "Idiots."
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{Agreement} Chapter 4: Readers POV- Envy stood there, in the center of the room, arms turning into long blades and readying himself for battle. Within the blink of an eye, he zoomed past pride, going straight for the father. My eyes widened as the next thing I knew, they were locked in battle. It was no doubt that envy was fast, but father was faster. He dodged every swipe with ease, but luckily Envy also dodged his. I was so glad at that because.. I wasn't sure how much more damage he could take. ---Timeskip because holy shit there's so much stuff that happens in this fight and I don't want to research 7 episodes for it XD- At some point during the battle, my eyes begged for a rest. Some point between father grabbing all the sacrifices and a giant eye opening on my stomach. God, that brought me back to that night.. As a bright white flashed in my eyes, everything became hazy. I couldn't focus.. Was I dying?Suddenly, my eyes opened, and I felt my heart ache at what I saw. This was it. The night I committed the ultimate sin of Alchemy. Human transmutation. I saw myself through omnipotent eyes. I was standing at the doorway of my parents house, and I'd just learned of their death. My eyes were wide, already tearing up as soon as I opened the door. Those military men didn't even need to speak, their somber expressions said it all. I didn't say another word, just slammed the door and ran to my mother's study. Almost immediately, I knew what I had to do. My mother was a state alchemist, and she had plenty of notes for me to research in my spare time. I was very skilled myself. And I knew that there was a limited amount of time to bring her back.. It was probably too late already. But I refused to accept that fact, too driven by wrongful determination and despair. I did something awful that night. I used my cat as a sacrifice.. To bring back the dead. I still hated myself for it to this day. Somewhere in my mind, I knew it wouldn't work. But I was so distraught, I was so angry and sad.. I just wanted to see them one more time. To hold them, to hug them... But all I got was a horribly mutilated corpse, barely even moving before it eventually gave up and went limp completely. I just stared for the longest time, knowing that this wasn't my mother or father. The hair color was.. Completely wrong. I'd failed. And I'd sacrificed an innocent soul for selfish reasons. I hated myself for a long time, isolated myself from everyone. Cut myself, even tried to kill myself. But I didn't. Eventually, my anger at myself became a newfound determination to help people. To join the military, and never to kill a soul. But above all, my motto was to save everyone that I could. After all.. No one deserved to die. --- I was forced from my flashback as I felt a pair of hands shaking me. "Hey, hey! You awake?!" The voice said, and I groaned, eyes fluttering open. I smiled as I saw Envy crouching above me, and instantly wrapped my arms around him. "Hey!" he said, voice laced with shock and confusion. Not even a second had passed before he pushed me roughly from him. "What the hell kid?!" he shouted, but I paid no mind, my eyes still wet from such a horrible nightmare.. He seemed to notice, eyes softening slightly as he looked at me, obvious worry in his expression. "Hey.. I- what's wrong, are you hurt?" He asked, voice softer and kinder. I shook my head, quickly wiping my eyes. "Just had a nightmare, but I'm okay." I resolved, taking a few deep breaths to steady my breathing. He quickly got up and rolled his eyes, no doubt hating how humans could let their emotions effect them, even in their dreams. I smiled as I realized that he actually probably was thinking that, happy that I could already tell what he was thinking. "Tch, stupid human. You're gonna have to tell me about it later though, the pipsqueak just opened his portal again." he said, hoisting me to my feet. My eyes widened and I shot around, seeing a giant chalk circle on the ground. "HE DID WHAT?!" I shouted, staring in horror at the giant transmutation circle I knew all to well. It had been practically burned into my memory, along with the corpse I created. Unfortunately, before I got the chance to worry about the full metal kid, a familiar voice spoke from behind me. "You." I whipped around to see the alchemist from earlier, the one who'd tried to kill Envy and I. (In this fic Roy isn't blinded, because I'm the fifth sacrifice and they don't need him.) My eyes widened, and I glanced toward Envy. His eyes were also wide, and he even backed up a few steps. I frowned as I saw the alchemists eyes dart from me to Envy, his expression seething as he did. I immediately dashed in front of Envy, mirroring the stance I had not too long ago. "You awful disgusting creature! How has no one killed you yet?!" he shouted at Envy, as his form trembled behind me. "Don't you dare hurt him!" I yelled back, expression laced with determination. By this time, the crowd around the transmutation circle had shifted their focus to us. The Alchemist scoffed, beginning to raise his hand, but he was stopped by the same blonde haired lady as before. "Sir." was all she said, putting a hand on his arm and lowering it. He begrudgingly obeyed, but continued to glare at Envy. "This isn't over. I will kill you." He said, his tone dripping venom. Envy cowered behind me, eyes wide in fear. I had no doubt that he would take the first chance he got to kill Envy, and I needed to stop him. "Can't we come to some kind of agreement?" I offered, holding out my hands in a negotiating stance. That's what I was after all. "Agreement?" The alchemist spat, hands clenching into fists. "What 'agreement' could possibly satiate the vengeance I seek! This homunculus killed Mae's Hugh's in cold blood! As well as thousands of others! Don't you agree that he deserves to die?!" he ranted, and at the word homunculus, people began to murmur, giving us strange and disgusted looks. I paid no mind to them, focusing on the best strategy out of this mess. This was most likely the toughest negotiation I'd ever had.. That was for sure. I took a deep breath, letting my hands fall to my sides in a relaxed position. "There's no doubt that the things he's done are inexcusable, horrible even. Even so, I'm a firm nonbeliever of the death penalty. No one deserves to die. Maybe rot in prison for the rest of his life. But not death." I spoke, having to try hard not to break character. It took a lot to talk like this in front of Envy, I didn't believe that he deserved to rot in prison either.. But I knew I had to not be on his side to win the alchemists favor. I just hoped Envy didn't think I was telling the truth. Envy's eyes widened as I spoke about him, his mind buzzing with questions. Most commonly, [Is that really what she thinks of me?! Was she lying to me this whole time?!] But he stayed quiet, knowing that any sudden outburst would ruin her negotiation. The alchemist stayed quiet for a few seconds, as did the crowd. "Sir.. I agree with her." The blond Lieutenant spoke up, and he looked down at her with considerate eyes. "After all.. We've killed just as many people in cold blood. Innocent Ishvalans..." she mumbled the last part, and my eyes went wide. [Is this working?] I thought to myself, worried but also excited that I wouldn't have to lower the agreement to possibly loosing a limb, or some other absurd thing. The man's eyes narrowed in thought, and I gulped as we waited for his response for minutes on end. "Fine." He said finally, and I had to hold back a triumphant smile. "On one condition." My breathing hitched as he spoke again, and I worried for what he would say. [Please don't be a limb, please don't be a limb!] I begged internally, eyes widening when he broke the silence. "You're so confident in your theory that he doesn't deserve death? You want him to rot in a prison cell for the rest of his unnatural life? Alright. But you have to be the one to guard him, for the rest of your life. From this day on, you're demoted, to prison guard of this retched homunculus!" He growled the last part, and my eyes widened. [If I'm demoted.. I can't help anyone anymore. I can't save people's lives anymore!] My mind panicked, but I quickly shook my head, [No. Doing this is saving someone's life. I'm sacrificing my livelihood for their life. The trade is more than fair. I couldn't be luckier to get this deal!] "Wait, sir, doesn't that seem a little extreme?" The blond woman mentioned, but I paid no mind. Without hesitation, I nodded, out stretching my hand to the Alchemist. His expression staid firm as he took my hand and shook it, binding us to a lifelong exchange. "It's a deal."
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{Behind Barred Doors} Chapter 5: Envy's POV- It had been a day since father had been defeated. Since I'd seen (Y/n). The last time I saw her, she was making a deal with that horrible flame alchemist, she was trying to save me from death sure.. But... I hugged my knees to my chest as I sat in the dark prison cell Mustang had practically thrown me into. I'd used the last of my power to defeat father, I couldn't even shape shift anymore.. Let alone heal the countless cuts and bruises I had. I hugged my knees tighter as the image of (Y/n) crossed my mind. My brain wandered back to the agreement they'd made. The way she talked about me.. That I deserved to rot in a cell forever.. Of course she was right.. The things I'd done were unforgivable. And yet that didn't stop me, I never cared about the people I killed. Not once did I feel anything for them. Everything she said was true, if anything she was being kinder with her words than what I deserved. And yet.. It still hurt me to hear her talk about me like that. I sunk my head down into my legs, not wanting to see the world, no, not wanting the world to see me. I was awful.. Horrible, despicable. I'd always known I was a bad person, but I never felt guilty. So.. Why was I feeling bad now? Why did the opinion of this one, puny stupid human matter so much to me? Why did it feel as if the weight of my sins had been dropped on my shoulders? ['He doesn't deserve to die'] "Tch, What kind of bullshit is that.. Of course I do." Readers POV- "God, who knew cleaning out my desk could take literally all day!?" I said, as I finally packed the last box into my car. I knew I was supposed to guard envy starting today, dammit I was already failing. I hung my head in shame as I sat down in the driver's side, sighing heavily. "Well, at least I'll be there tomorrow. I'll get there first thing in the morning! No goofing around, it'll be straight to central command!" I said with confidence, quickly speeding off home. They had the cell specially made for Envy. From what I heard, it wasn't anything special, as he didn't have his powers anymore. Although it was completely isolated from any other prisoners, underground many levels with multiple defenses set up in case he did manage to get free. As I drove, I wondered who would be posted at the cell with me, and also who the night guards were. In the morning, I went to command early, dressed in a freshly pressed uniform and holding back a smile as I went into Mustangs office. He was who I had to report to. I was trying to hold back my excitement as he gave me an earful about not being there on my first day, but I just took it in stride, mind wondering to Envy. I hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye or anything before he was dragged off. I just hoped he was doing okay. I'd definitely have to explain why I was talking the way I was before about him.. I'm sure he was confused or even angry at me for that. "Oh! And do you mind me asking who will be posted with me?" I asked, and he simply laughed. "No one volunteered. You'll be alone." he responded, shit eating grin prominent on his face. I sighed as I walked down the hallway, picking at the empty spots were my badges and stars used to be on my uniform. They'd stripped them off when I got demoted. [But it's fine! I don't need stupid.. Pretty.. Shiny stars...] "I want my badges back dangiittt." I pouted, skidding to a stop as I realized that I'd made it to the holding cell. My mouth opened to say a cheerful greeting, but the words got caught in my throat as I saw the inside of the cell. Envy was sitting, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around himself. He was shaking.. His fingers desperately gripped at the hem of his skirt, as if he were holding on tight. "E.. Envy?" I managed to squeak out, and his eyes immediately shot up to me, standing in front of the barred door. His eyes widened, and mine did the same as I saw tears trailing down his cheeks. Without hesitation, I grabbed for my keys, swinging open the door and rushing over to the cot where he was sitting. "Oh god-a-are you okay?!" I said, my voice a mix between worry and panic. I reached out to him, but he flinched back from my touch. I cursed myself as I remembered I'd kind of figured out that he didn't like to be touched. "I'm sorry.." I said gently, about to say that I wouldn't try to touch him again, when he muttered, "Why? You were right.." My eyes went wide as I realized what he meant, he thought I was apologizing for what I said about him. But his reaction to that wasn't anger.. He... Agreed with it. "Oh.. No... I wasn't-" I started, but got cut off as he snapped, "You weren't what?! Lying to me the whole time!?" he glared up at me, wet streaks still prominent on his face. I tried to speak again, but he just shoved me off the cot. "You said I wasn't a monster! Y-you said you didn't care about what I'd done!" he spat, shoving me again as I stood up. "You said I was a a p-person in your eyes!" he let out a cry as he spoke, new tears brimming in his eyes. My face went pale as I tried to respond, but each time was shut down by him. He shoved me again, so now I was outside the cell and he was inside. "You obviously hate me-" he said through gritted teeth, as he picked up the keys from the floor. He quickly locked himself in and threw the key ring at my chest. "So just do your fucking job and guard me." he finished, malice dripping from his words. I stared, wide eyed as he sat back down on the cot, facing away from me this time. [Did what I said really effect him this much?] I thought to myself, almost laughing at the question. [Of course it did! God, I'm such an idiot! I was the first person to show him compassion.. And now he thinks it was all a lie.] I let a small smile perk up my lips. This meant that I was getting closer to him. He actually cared about what I thought of him. I quietly clicked open the lock and stepped inside again. The cold air of the room had just seemed to settle on my skin, and I made a mental note to bring blankets later. "Envy." I started, my voice soft and gentle. He didn't move, but I knew he was listening. "I didn't mean any of those things." I explained. Envy's breathing hitched, and I saw his hands loosen their grip around his knees. Suddenly, he whipped around, jumping up and slamming me to the wall in the blink of an eye. I gasped out as he pinned me to the cold cement wall, our eyes wide and locked with one another. "THEN WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?!" he shouted, gripping my arms harder as he held me there. I felt no fear, instead I felt bad for him.. "Why would you.. Do that to me?" he asked, practically at a whimper, and my heart ached at how sad he looked. My expression softened, and I sighed. "Envy.. I'm so sorry, I did it because I thought it would help convince them to let you live. I... I didn't think you cared this much. I'm sorry." I said gently, my eyes searching his for any sign of forgiveness. However, his expression turned almost instantly to exasperation, and he quickly released me, backing up a few steps. "I-i don't! I don't care about what you, a filthy worm, think of me!" he spat, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face. I had to hold in a small laugh at his silly attempts, and managed a small, "Sure Envy." but that seemed to be good enough for him. During the next few days, I'd shift between sitting and standing outside the bars, guarding him as I was supposed to. Much to my enjoyment, Envy loved the company, and I was glad to provide it. We'd sling cheesy jokes at each other, talk about our pasts, and I even told him about the nightmare I had during the fight with father. I'd felt like we'd really connected during this time. I noticed some things also, he'd started to change. It was small at first, looking at me when I talked to him, or refraining from insulting me all the time. But eventually, it got to him actually smiling when we talked, and one time he actually complimented me. I stared in disbelief as he did, jaw dropped and eyes wide. Although the moment didn't last long, as he quickly realized what he done, instantly insulting me again. I almost laughed. It had been something about my courage to stand up for him. He'd said he thought I was brave. That comment instantly sent fire to my cheeks, so unexpected and to shocked to process. The fact that he thought I was brave warmed my heart. As well as these changes in him, I'd also started to notice something in me. How, when I said a particularly cheesy joke he'd laugh and call me an idiot, I felt a smile perk up my lips, because I knew it was endearing. And how, when he'd tell his stories and add a specific lewd detail, he'd let out a small chuckle; and that sound alone made a blush creep up my cheeks. Sometimes he'd get closer to the bars, and I'd turn to him, an odd feeling going through my body as his hands gripped the metal bars close to me, leaning forward as he talked. Other times, when no one would pass by for hours on end, I would sit inside the cell, next to him on his cot; and he'd sit, one leg up and one down, leaning against the first one with his cheek to his palm in the most relaxed manner I'd ever seen him. Seeing him so comfortable around me made my stomach buzz, a warm fluttery feeling. He did all these things in passing, yet somehow, I felt like they were for me. Like him doing these small things were like little pieces of candy I'd get as a treat. And even though I wasn't completely aware of it yet, I craved this.  Him looking at me with his bright violet eyes, calling my name when he saw me down the hallway, talking about these.. Deep and personal things. A few days later, we sat next to each other in his cell, the cold air threatening to break through my thin layers of clothing. And suddenly, I remembered. "Oh!" I said, and envy flinched in surprise at my sudden notion. "What?" he said, his voice brimming with annoyance. I quickly got up and went over to the big duffle bag I'd brought. His brow arched as I brought it to the center of the room, then unzipped it. I smiled as I brought out a fluffy dark green blanket and pillow to match. I quickly threw them at him, to which he made an oof sound and laughed. "What the hell are these?" he asked, and I frowned. "What do you mean? It's a blanket!" I explained, then it hit me. "Wait, have you never had a proper bed before?!" I said, exasperated. He blinked a few times, then looked down at the comforter and pillow in his hands. "Well.. I don't really sleep so... No." he responded, and my eyes widened. "You don't sleep?!" I shouted, making him look at me with a grin. "Of course not! Do you really think father would make me suffer the same useless tasks that you humans have to endure just to survive?" he scoffed, grin still on his face. I looked down at the blanket, "Huh, I guess I hadn't thought of that." I said, then smiled as an idea popped into my head. "Well you should try it! You can daydream or count sheep or something and just relax! Or meditate if you can't fall asleep right away. It's fun trust me!" I said, smile wide on my face. He stared at me with a dumbfounded expression, then simply laughed. "Fine. I'm bored out of my mind here anyway." He responded, and I felt a little excitement at the thought. "Yay! Alright, let me help set up the bed?" I asked, and he got up, motioning dramatically for me to do my thing. I fluffed out the blanket and laid it on top of the small cot. Then I got another blanket from my bag and flung it over the first. The pillow snuggled nicely at the top in between the two. "The first blankets for padding, since this cot is as hard as a rock. The second is going to be the real blanket." I lifted the blanket slightly and motioned to inside. "You'll be in here! All snuggled up." I smiled, cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of him all cuddled up in the fluffy blankets. He rolled his eyes but nodded. "Whatever. I doubt I even have the capability to fall asleep anyway." he said, but I didn't stop smiling. Seeing him like this, begrudgingly accepting new things, it made my heart flutter. I didn't know what it was about him that made me feel like this.. But all I knew was that I would stop at nothing to make him happy.
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{New Feelings} Chapter 6: Envy's POV- After that, she'd bring me new things almost every day. It ranged from books to new foods, to interesting little gadgets. Anything that would keep me entertained. I was glad she was bringing these things, as the night's when she was gone would be excruciatingly boring. The night guard never even so much as said a hello to me, always standing completely still with a look of stoic resignation. It'd been at least a week since I'd gotten more.. Comfortable around her. I felt almost happy, someone I could talk to about real things. At first, I talked to her like I would have lust, she was the only other homunculi I actually slightly enjoyed talking to after all. Although after a few days I tried to relax more, let her see more of a side I wasn't used to showing. We'd talk about deeper things, emotional things. And I'd gotten the sense that she knew I was comfortable around her. Oddly enough, this feeling of vulnerability wasn't painful. It felt.. Nice. I felt myself wanting to trust her. Although I couldn't let myself be completely at ease, any vulnerability could easily be exploited. She could just be an extremely good and devoted actor or something.. At least, that's what I told myself to keep from completely opening up.But, after a while I started to notice her changing her behavior. It was the small things, like blushing when I laughed, or eyes widening ever so slightly when I got close. And the way she looked at me when she gave me a proper bed was like she was envisioning it herself. It freaked me out a little bit, but I actually felt.. Warm inside.It was painfully clear what she was feeling, but I didn't want to believe it. Why in the world would she feel that way towards me after all? Maybe it was because she was stuck with me all the time. I was the only person she'd interacted with for long periods of time in a while. [Yes, that must be the reason..] I explained to myself, deciding to run some "tests" if you will."Hey (Y/n)." I spoke, as she stood outside my cage. "Hm?" she hummed, as I got right up next to her, well as close as I could considering that I was in a cell. Her arms were down by her side, relaxed. I took the opportunity and slowly reached my hands to the bars, letting the one closest to her get a little bit to close. But she didn't seem to notice. "What'cha got for me today?" I asked, deciding to up the ante on my test. Trying not to be too obvious, I gently nudged myself closer to her, getting to the point where our shoulders were nearly touching. She was smaller than me by a sizable amount, so me slouching against the bars had us at around the same height. She'd seemed to notice at this point, but didn't make any indication that she was bothered by it. "O-oh um! I found this book for you in the library!" she reached into her bag and pulled out an old musty looking book. She pushed it through the bars, slightly turning to face me as she did. "It's called Romeo and Juliet." she said, her hand wavering as she handed it to me. I put my hand on the cover, making sure to brush my hand against hers as I took it from her. To my delight, she blushed and looked away, instantly confirming my suspicions. "I-it's a tragedy, I think you'll like it.." she said, as I dusted off the cover. Of course I'd read it before, I'd read most of the things she'd brought me. I was fascinated by how she seemed to know my taste in books quiet well. She even knew that I loved informational books, which I thought was quite surprising. I stared down at the cover, the golden flowers on a red backdrop looked almost beautiful. God this story was pathetic, I loved reading it. It brought me joy to see the painful deaths of the main characters, and how idiotic they were. "I thought you'd like it, the girl and boy in the story are both morons." she laughed, and I stared at her, she knew me to well. "I do love seeing stupid humans suffer." I spoke, chuckling after. As I did, her facial expression shifted a little, she almost looked nervous. She did this every time I laughed, it amused me. Was she really falling for me? I've showed her the worst parts of myself, told her my greatest sins, and yet every time I mentioned how horrible I was, she simply shook her head and repeated her mantra. "You're not horrible. You're just a person." she'd say. She was so.. Different. I was sure that she was the only one on this planet who didn't think I was a freak, a monster. Then again, she hadn't seen my true forms. Maybe if she did, she wouldn't be so eager to accept me. The thought made me frown, and to my annoyance, shed noticed. "You don't like it?" she asked, expression feigned worry. I shook my head, "The book's fine. I'm just.. Missing my powers I guess." I shrugged, and she sighed. "I bet.. You could literally shape shift! That's amazing, I'd miss it too." she responded, and I scoffed. "Not only that, I had such enormous strength! The power of a beast inside this body! Wherever I stepped, I would leave deep imprints! I was incredible!" I boasted, but my manic smile soon faded. "But now I have nothing.. All that power... Gone, used up." I pouted, looking down at my half healed scars and cuts. My bruised skin was a harsh reminder that I would never be as great as I once was. "...You have me." her voice brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to meet her eyes with mine. She confused me. Sometimes, like now, she seemed so timid. But other times she was fierce and brave. It occurred to me that I'd seen her shy behavior only around me. Whenever she spoke to others, she was either being kind or firm. But never shy like this..Suddenly, the realization of what she said hit me, and my eyes widened slightly. [You have me?] I repeated her words in my head, just now realizing that our eyes were still locked. I quickly looked away, head turning and eyes shifting to down the hallway some. "Tch, moron. As if having you could amount to the power I had." I grumbled out, teeth gritting and holding back a blush as I realized that I just admitted to 'having her', whatever the hell that meant. She said nothing, but I knew she noticed as well. She didn't mind my insults, and I was glad, it was basically my social default and I wasn't keen on changing that. To a point, I think she even liked them. [Damn masochistic..] I said to myself, hating how her little comment made my mind spiral. Why did she have such power over me? Why did the thought of her, seeing me for what I truly was, make my heart ache? [These useless human emotions are so confusing...] I thought to myself, my eyes still locked on a random brick in the wall nowhere close to (Y/n). Just then, I felt a pressure on my arm, and I whipped around, eyes widening to see (Y/n)'s arm gently pressed against mine. Without thinking, I yanked myself away from the bars, backing up a little and almost stumbling. "Ngyah!" was unfortunately the sound I made as I backpedaled from her, staring wide eyed at her. She seemed to notice my odd reaction -I mean how could she not?! I was so over the top, damnit!- and stared at me in shock. It took her a second to register what happened, but as soon as she did, her face went pale. "Ah, I'm sorry! I-i don't know why I-um I'm sorry!" she quickly stuttered out, her voice breaking a little from the shock she was so clearly feeling. I frowned, crossing my arms, and almost wishing I didn't react so badly. [Why does she care so much.. Stupid human.] I thought to myself, and mumbled a quick, "It's fine." If I was being honest, I didn't mind her touch completely, I just got caught off guard. I wasn't very used to any interaction like that, it would take time to get used to for sure. "It's not fine.." he words made me blink, "Huh?" I spoke, wondering if she would insult me for being so weird. "I know you don't like contact, but I did that anyway.. I just thought maybe.. I dunno- never mind!" she quickly shook her head and looked away. Her words surprised me, and it took a second for me to process what she'd said. "N-no, I'm just not.. Use to it..." I managed to stumble out, as we still refused to look at each other. "I mean, I usually don't like it... But uh- y-you're okay I guess." I stuttered, making my face flush a deep shade of maroon. I wasn't sure why I felt like this.. All tingly in my stomach. It was so weird. Her eyes widened at the notion that I was potentially okay with contact, and a huge smile spread across her face. She gently pushed her hand through the bars, clenching her hand into a fist except for her pinky. I stared down at it in confusion, what the fuck did she want me to do? "Baby steps then." she said cheerily, and I glanced up, laughing when I saw the childish grin on her face. "Haha! Idiot." I said, feeling my own grin spread across my face as I reached down and linked her pinky with mine.
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{ A Day Out!} Chapter 7: Readers POV- "Oh yeah, and tomorrow's Saturday. They're my days off." I reminded Envy, who groaned in annoyance at my statement. "Whaaaat? But who will I have to annoy all day?" he responded, pouting in his usual relaxed stance on the cot. I chuckled, letting myself lean against the bars, mocking the way she usually slouched against them. "I dunno, but I guarantee that they aren't as awesome as me." I said, dramatically posing. He laughed, kicking his feet up in the air as he did. "Haha!! I wouldn't be so sure about that (Y/n), You're the lamest person I know!" he cackled, and I feigned a shock face, slapping a hand over my chest in fake shock. "Oh, how you slay me!" I laughed back, and he deviously grinned. "You better bring me back something extra cool, or I'll have to kill you." he grinned, his manic side apparently taking over. I didn't mind though, I found it kind of adorable.. And maybe a bit attractive, although I would never admit it. "Oh darn, I'm so scared." I rolled my eyes, and his grin faded. I knew it annoyed him when I mocked him when he was like this, but I also knew he would gladly rise to the challenge. In the blink of an eye, he jumped up from the cot, slamming into the bars as he gripped them tightly with both hands. Our faces were mere centimeters apart as his hands clenched the metal between his palms. I knew he would do something like this, and I didn't flinch, my face still holding a small grin, while his was massive and his expression wild. His smile faltered slightly at my lack of a reaction, but he quickly regained his confidence, slowly snaking one hand through the bars. "Oh just you wait you little brat, I'll scare you shitless soon enough. And when I do..." He paused, reaching his hand further through the bars, his fingers mere inches from my shirt. My face flushed at such close contact, I had to hold down a gulp. [What is he doing?!] "The look on your face will be so-" he stopped, grin widening ten fold. And, in an instant, his hand gripped my shirt tight, and he yanked me forward, slamming my forehead into the bars, "Priceless!!!" he shouted, as I instantly screamed and stumbled away. "Ow! what was that for?!" I yelled, holding my head in anger as it throbbed in pain. His face faltered slightly, but he grinned once again. "Oh, I just wanted to wipe that smug look off your face." he responded, and soon burst out in laughter, having to hold his stomach to stop himself from keeling over. "HAH!! You should've seen yourself!! You-you looked so stupid! Haha- like- hah! Like you thought I was going to kiss you!!" My breathing hitched at that, and his laugher instantly died out, seeming to realize what he said at the same time I did. "I-i meant um-! You just-your face was all read!! L-like a tomato!" he stumbled out, regretting every word an instant later. I almost laughed at his embarrassment, but I was all too shocked with what he'd insinuated. Was he right? Did I really think that? Just then, it seemed as if all the puzzle pieces connected in my mind. The way I felt when he was so close, how I had the burning desire to earn his trust, and how I got a tingly feeling whenever he laughed. [Wait.. Do I like him?!]My eyes widened as the thought crossed my mind, and I stared at him in confusion and panic. [Wait, no I- do I? Do I really think of him like that?!] Thoughts buzzed through my brain, my mind in a panic as I tried to sort through them all. Envy simply stood there, half slouched and looking up at me with a worried expression. He obviously didn't know how I'd react, and that scared him. I tried to calm my nerves, realizing that there had been an uncomfortable amount of silence between us. I opened my mouth to speak, but as I did, I realized that I had no idea what I was going to say. I closed my mouth, then frowned, trying desperately to string together a sentence that would fix the awkwardness in the air. Just then, footsteps rang out from down the hallway, and I turned to see the night guard walking towards us. I thanked my stars that he came on time, and grabbed my bag, nervously glancing at him as I did. "I-i uh, I'll see you on Sunday!" I stifled out, waving a quick goodbye and making my getaway as the guard took up his position. Envy didn't say anything, but instead just stared at me curiously. As I drove home, I felt a little bad that I just up and left me that.. But at the same time I knew we couldn't talk about anything like that in front of a random person. This.. Conversation would be much better after some rest and a day to think. God I was dreading going back there.. The awkward stares, and it didn't help matters that we both had zero experience with this kind of thing. [Does he even like me?] I thought to myself, as I remembered that he'd only recently come to accept positive things, and wasn't sure he was anywhere near ready to feel attraction towards another person. But then again.. He looked at me as if he were scared I would reject him.. [Shit..] I thought to myself. He definitely could've interpreted me leaving so suddenly as a rejection.. [God I really hope he didn't.]I sighed eventually, realizing that beating myself up over it wouldn't do any good now. I couldn't go back there until my next shift even if I wanted to. So I resigned myself to just enjoy the time off. That's the best I could do after all. [Let's just hope it does some good.] The next day, I was out with my friend, (F/n), who I hadn't seen in a while, due to my sudden change in shift times. I used to work when needed as a negotiator, but now I worked from 9-9 as a guard. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss my old job.. Although, I did like spending time with Envy. It never really felt like work when I was with him. "So..." I was brought back to reality by the voice of (F/n), staring at me expectantly as we drank our coffee. "I've heard the gossip around, and word is... You got demoted?" she said, frowning dramatically. I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, but it's not what you think." I started, continuing to explain most of what happened, with lack of details for the most part. "OH MY GOSH, REALLY?! You saved a HOMUNCULUS, and now you have to guard him so he doesn't escape?!" she asked, her reaction wild and expression exasperated. I chuckled and nodded. "You really amaze me (Y/n)! You literally risked your life for him! You're crazy!" she said, and yet a smile was on her face. I knew she was proud of me. "Hah, thanks." I responded, and her expression darkened slightly. "On the radio, the military were saying that he'd killed people.. Is that true?" she asked, and I hesitantly nodded. "Doesn't that bother you?" she asked, and I shook my head. "But what if he tries to hurt you? Isn't he mean? He sounds like a real jerk.." she said, smile faded. I sighed, softening my expression a bit. "He just doesn't know how to deal with emotions really.. He was raised to think humans are beneath him, it's expected that he'd be hesitant to show any kindness." I paused, thinking of my next words carefully. "But he's changing! He's nicer than he was before, and I think.. We're friends or something now. I think he likes talking to me and... I like talking to him to...." I trailed off, looking away as an involuntary flush creeped up my cheeks. She stared at me dumbfounded, her expression turning to a mixture of confusion and worry. "You like him?!" she whisper yelled in a hushed voice. I shook my head, then shyly nodded. "I-i dunno, I think so? And I think maybe he might possibly kinda like me too..." I paused, looking up at her. "He said something weird yesterday. He said I looked like I thought he was going to kiss me.. After that.. I dunno I just kinda left.. I don't know how to deal with these kinds of things! I've never really.. Had a crush before." I admitted, and she nodded. "I know.. But I wouldn't be so hard on yourself. I'm sure he has no idea what he's doing either." she said, and I laughed a little. "Couldn't agree more." Her face looked worried as she spoke, "(Y/n).. Be careful around him... He's known for being manipulative isn't he? He could just be using you to escape." She said gently, and I simply stared down at my cup. I didn't know what to say, I mean she could be right. I hadn't known Envy for that long, it was completely possible that he was faking it all. Although.. I found it hard to believe. I'd seen him in his most vulnerable state, I'd seem his raw fear, and he'd confided in me. He'd trusted me. I doubted he was faking it. But she was right, I should still be careful. On the way home that night, I stopped by a few stores, trying to find something to get for Envy as a "sorry for being gone the whole day" gift. To my delight, I found a small jewelry shop near my apartment. It was affordable, but still had nice things. I looked for a while, smiling wide when something finally caught my eye. It was a bracelet with a strong silver chain, and resting in the middle was an Ouroboros. The emblem was slightly different from his tattoo, as a Rose was in the middle, but it still had the snake eating itself and I thought it looked rather pretty. [This is perfect!] I thought to myself as I grabbed the bracelet. [Jewelry are things that people get for their crushes.. And maybe giving it to him will say it for me. "I like you Envy" yeah, it's practically written all over it! He'll get it for sure.]
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Hi! I hope you don't mind the spam of me reading your jango series lol. It's seriously so good tho!!! I really never looked into jango x readers before but since I love your writing I had to read it and I am IN LOVE. It's just so... Soft and I love how you write all the characters and I love the readers inner turmoil. It's wonderful! I woke up way too early this morning so that's why I was like, imma read that now lol. Anyway, enough of me rambling. Have a wonderful day!!💕💕
hello!!
i don’t mind at all!!
thank you so much for reading and for your sweet words!! it means the world to me!!! i’m so glad you’re enjoying my stuff!🥰
(also i high key relate to being up way too early because SAME lol)
i hope you have/had a wonderful day as well!💜
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daggersandsparks · 5 years
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Why your OC love is bullshit
I wasn’t gonna be salty, but enough of my fellow OC writers [especially female OC writers] are talking about side-eyeing the OC love posts and are actively avoiding their dash because we don’t wanna be reminded of hypocrisy, that. well. 
Imma be that bitch. 
[Partially because I don’t give enough fucks and don’t mind clearing out some followers. Cuz that’s what’s going to happen because I’m being “”bitchy””.]
Let’s start with this: I’ve been RPing for nearly 20 years now. Online written, tabletop, LARP, online tabletop, email exchanges. I’ve been there. Done it. [Except LiveJournal, amusingly.] The vast majority of my experience has been OC-only and OC-majority. 
It wasn’t until I came to tumblr that I had to really worry about people not interacting because of RPing an OC. Much less a female OC. And I started in the Supernatural fandom. Which is notorious for being bad to female characters. 
I do pretty well with interactions on my OCs. Most of the time. When I’m the one actively reaching out, talking to people OOC, spamming people with memes, loving on other people’s shit. I got busy and stopped meme spamming and my interactions dipped HARD. 
To the point that I debated giving up. 
And I have 400+ followers. 
I was gonna talk about my personal experience on RPing, but I decided instead to talk about what I see. [And this is over time, not just now. Cuz I’ve been here for 5+ years.]
I see OCs posting OOC about how they want more interactions.
I see OCs talking about how they don’t feel like people actually like their muse. 
I see OCs whose interactions die with other muses if it doesn’t fit into a narrow little window. 
I see female OCs have to dance a narrow line between not being too ship-happy and not avoiding ships. Because fall out of that space and you won’t get interactions.
I see female OCs get hate for shipping with canon. Or writing smut. And I see a lot of them turning to wlw heavy because other female OC writers are the most likely to be welcoming. 
I see those “LOVE FEMALE OCS!” posts. From people I’ve seen interact with maybe two female OCs. Or have consistently been seen NERFing OCs because their muse is canon and therefore definitely 100% always is better. [Even if the muse is weak in their canon.]
You love OCs? 
Actually fucking show it.
Go and love an OC you haven’t show any to. Someone who isn’t popular and gets showered with love all the time. Who isn’t “”RPC APPROVED””. Love on the female OCs, who don’t ever get that shit unless it’s from their active RP/ship partners.
Don’t tell me you love OCs if you only love them in theory. Especially female OCs.
just because your rules say you’re OC friendly doesn’t mean you are.
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