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hoshigray · 1 year

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So I saw this tweet and thought then and there: Toji's fingers and how deliciously thick they are. Just imagine you always looking at his hands and being in absolute awe every time you look at them...And Toji uses this little infatuation to his advantage, to which you have no complaints.

A/n: Now I know it seems like I'm stalling my make-up sex Toji fic, but please accept this as a gift from my procrastinating ass (I swear idk what's wrong with me, I'm recently getting back into drawing and trying to relearn everything waaaaaahhh)!! I saw the new trailer and squealed seeing Toji (nothing new, lol), but then that tweet popped up right after, and I noticed how thick they animated his fingers!! So I just ran to my keyboard, and boom! Here we are!! Also, tysm for 400+ followers like???!!! Y'all are far too sweet and kind, ya know that!? Tysm~~~

Cw: dom! Toji x fem! reader - fingering (obvi) - fingers in your mouth - Daddy kink - breast fondling - finger sucking - praise - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', good girl, kiddo, sweetie, sweetheart) - clitoral play (pushed down by finger)- mention of violence (reason for Toji's scars) - ends with overstimulation (fem! receiving).

Wc: 1.5k

There is no doubt that you love Toji unconditionally and blatantly. That is the truth. There's no denying he isn't an ideal man; both of you understand that. He has many flaws that you're perfectly aware of. Yet despite said imperfections, you choose to stick beside and love him as if he's worthy (which baffles the older, tall man).

There are many things you love about Toji. But if you could pick one thing you loved about Toji, it would be his hands. When he holds them, your hand is dwarfed by his big palm. When he pulls you close to him by the waist when you two are in a crowded area. Or when he cups your face and kisses you before leaving for hitman work.

Palms are rugged and large that effortlessly warm you up. Fingers calloused and decorated with faded scars that each hold a story. Veins that stem from the bulky arms contour all the way down to the back of his palms.

His hands. His big, rough, warm, and scarred hands. You love them so much. And you're not the only one who knows this.

Toji is no fool. He can sense your eyes observing him from across the room as he's washing the dishes from the kitchen. He doesn't have to lift his head to see you on the living room couch where you're supposedly reading something on your phone. But it was apparent your attention wasn't on the small screen in your hands.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for?" Again, not looking at you and finishing the dishes. His scarred lip twists into a smile when you cough nervously before responding.

"Oh, you know. Just looking at my man being so handsome washing those plates." You internally sigh in relief, saving yourself with a quick excuse.

Now Toji looks and grins at you, placing the last plate into the dish rack and drying his hands before walking up to the couch to sit comfortably beside you. His left arm is positioned behind your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. Your heart skips a beat.

Toji grabs the TV remote to change the channel to something interesting, probably sports or some sitcom. Not that you care, because you just watch his fingers press on the channel buttons and place the remote back onto the coffee table. His right hand then moves to his chin to scratch the slight stubble, and your orbs trace the outlines of the tiny scars that harbor on Toji's knuckles. He never entirely told you how those faded tissues came to be, but he'd say that he came out way better than the guy on the other side of his fists ("Fucker had it comin', sweetie. Shouldn't bring a knife to a fist fight.")

Despite coming from such rough events, you don't mind the scars on his fingers. If anything, they make his hands even more attractive to look at.

"Somethin' wrong with my hand, kiddo?"

Uh oh. Your eyes drift to Toji's face, sharp green eyes leer at you, and a smirk is plastered with a mischievous expression. I got caught!

"No, nothing's wrong with them." You place your phone on the coffee table, and your hands move up to grab hold of Toji's hand resting on his chin. "They're...I just like looking at them."

Toji lifts a brow as he hums, removing his hand from your grasp and placing it on your cheek. A big thumb lays on top of your plump lips. "Is that right, darlin'? Ya like my fingers, yeah?"

You nod sheepishly while turning into putty when his fingers squeeze your cheeks with affectionate warmth. The left hand that once rested on your shoulder snakes down to your chest, and small gasp results from the sudden grasp on your soft mound.

"You want Daddy's fingers, baby?" He asks while massaging your breast, lowering his head to your ear so his gruff voice makes you shudder. You answer him with hooded eyes and a wistful nod, his eyes narrowing slightly at the blissful sight. "Lay down fr' me then."

You follow his instructions as he spreads his legs, your upper body resting on his right thigh while the other stations your ass for him. He whistles before rubbing and kneading your ass, while your breathing becomes irregular when he removes your leggings, revealing your panties.

The position limits your view, so you use your senses to feel his fingers teasing from your spine down to the wet spot on your underwear. Your shivers aren't missed by Toji. He laughs. "Gonna be a good girl and let me use my fingers on ya, right, angel?"

"Yes, Daddy." Toji sneers at the title and slides your panties down, your pretty pussy glistening for him to see. Your breath hitches when you feel his left ring finger nestle between your folds. The thick digit slowly but surely makes its way inside you, and a short squeal leaves you when it's entirely within. "Relax, princess. Bein' so good fr' me right now." The older man coaxes you as your cunt adjusts to the finger, his right hand caressing your cheeks for comfort. He pushes the finger further when your breathing returns to a steady rhythm.

Even with the sound from the television present, Toji only listens to the mewls you let out every time he pushes and pulls his thick digit inside you, rubbing on the walls of your tight slit. He enjoys the view of your bare ass and cunt for him to see and toy with, silently humming to himself when listening to your cries of pleasure.

When he feels as though you've adjusted to his ring finger, his middle finger brushes between the lips of your pussy, prompting you to clench hard on him. He laughs at your reaction, "Easy, sweetheart. I know you can take more of me." Toji sneaks his middle between your wet cunt, and a giant gasp quits your body as your hands grip his grey sweatpants. The soft pants from your open mouth fill the room, only for Toji to insert another pair of fingers into your mouth. "It's okay, cry on these hands you love s' much."

And that's all you could do as you let the man bully your poor pussy, your mouth sucking on his right fingers in your mouth while his left-hand abrade your insides. Thick digits stretch your aroused hole, causing your heart to race and your skin to heat up.

"Mmmm, Mmmph!" Words are muffled, and a scream is prevented when you can feel the digits make a 'come hither' motion. The tips of his fingers scrape your velvety walls, your brain turning fuzzy while tears and drool render your face from the stimulating abuse you're going through.

His fingers slide in and out of your slick-covered pussy faster, and you accidentally bite on the digits in your mouth. But Toji doesn't mind, for he knows he's making you feel so fucking good. "Yer grippin' on me so hard, sweetie." His fingers switch to a slow pace, making sure the pads of his two fingers tantalizingly graze your hypersensitive sex. "Gonna come on Daddy's fingers?"

Finally, Toji frees your mouth. Heavy pants exit your lips pooled with drool, saliva from your mouth coats his right middle and forefinger that retreat to holding your face once more. "Yesss, Daddy. Haaaah, I wanna come on y— Aaahh!! F-fingers..."

How can he deny you when your tearful eyes beg for release? His emerald orbs go dark in hunger, and his grin widens with his teeth emerging from under his scar.

The rough digits in your cunt quicken in reckless haste, forcing out moans to fill the room yet again. The middle and ring fingers assault the gushy walls deep inside your squelching cunt, the noises on par with the thrilled whimpers that exit your mouth.

And Toji uses this to distract you from his forefinger aligning with your clit. When the index finger comes down and swipes around the tender bud, your moans turn into electrified screams, hands gripping the man's leg holding you up. With the erratic pace of the two fingers deeply scraping your pussy, along with the forefinger pressing down on your clitoris, your orgasm hits you with no warning.

You chase out your climax with a euphoric sob, walls fluttering around the fingers responsible for your hips stuttering. After a few moments, your body relaxes onto Toji's legs which keep you still. His right-hand rubs circles on your back.

"Did so good, darlin'." He praises you, and it ends with you blissfully dozing off on his lap.

...Or so you thought.

Because it hasn't been a full minute before he starts moving his fingers in your wet vulva yet again, the abrupt movement pushing out choked cries from your throat. You send Toji a confused look which is answered with his childish smirk.

"Oh, sorry, sweetheart," No, you're not! He's absolutely not. The speed of his fingers getting faster proves it, your sensitive clit getting overstimulated by his forefinger brushing against it. "But don't think I'd let you come just one time. Make a mess on my fingers, baby. Make 'em real dirty like you."

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noyzinerd · 10 months

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Highlights of The Teen Wolf DVD Cast Commentary (Ep. 1)

Dylan pretending to be Crystal Reed (who couldn't make it that day).

The cast constantly talking about boobs, balls, butts, and pointing out Dylan's penis outline (which they refer to as his "mammal toe").

Their stunt guy is named Spider.

Dylan talking about how inexperienced, nervous, unattractive (apparently he sometimes breaks out into "mouth herpes" when he's nervous), and awful he is and everyone immediately telling him how amazing he is, Hoechlin even saying he was born an amazing actor and Holland saying she absolutely loves seeing his cheeks all pink and blotchy because it means he's throwing himself 100% into a scene.

Hoechlin was the only one to point out that Posey's pre-transformation looked too premature ejaculatey and recommended they try to shoot the sequence more centered around the head. He didn't say anything until the very last minute, though, because he kept expecting Jeff or any other numerous coordinators or higher ups to notice, before shyly piping up about it.

Sooooooo many jokes flying left and right in complete deadpan, it's sometimes impossible to know what's an actual fact or a joke.

They used KY Jelly as werewolf drool. So Posey's first transformation scene had him with a mouthful of lube.

The teacher-extra couldn't talk and write on the whiteboard at the same time, so they had to CGI him writing the correct word on the board.

Dylan was sooooo excited to film that intro scene of Stiles hanging from the roof because it was technically a stunt and it involved hanging by a crane, but the first time he did it, he blacked out.

Holland originally did the voice of Mrs. Argent on the phone talking to Allison, but it was cut.

Itty-Bitty, first-time-baby-actor-Dylan blatantly looking down at the ground to stand correctly on his mark.

Posey did 17 takes of swiping at a chair to make it land correctly only for them to cut it anyway.

Posey, Hoechlin, Dylan, Holland, and Colton are all cuddled on the same couch in each other's arms as they commentate.

Hoechlin: "Here I'm just standing around." "Oh! Another great shot of me standing around, staring quietly!" "Look, look, look! I'm just standing there, staring!"

#teen wolf #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #tyler posey #holland roden #colton haynes #dvd commentary

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lueurjun · 10 months

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enemies to lovers with yeonjun

yeonjun x reader — in which you hate him and assume he hates you back, until you realise that maybe he never hated you at all. it’s a long one! requests are open if you want something specific <3

choi yeonjun is the bane of your existence

his mere presence— oof. it infuriates you for no reason

it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to see him everyday

but unfortunately you do

because he’s your brothers (soobin) best friend and has been practically adopted by your family

dear soobin simps feel free to change your brother, i get it bae i totally get it

you can’t catch a break he’s practically moved in at this point

you’re tired of seeing this boy everywhere you look

cant you just go downstairs at 3 am for a glass of water without finding him shirtless in your kitchen munching on a sandwich??

your parents have more pictures of him in your house than of you

#favouritism

#hesthechildtheyalwayswanted

your hatred for him started when you were eight years old

it even caused a rift between you and soobin bc your dumbass bother picked HIS side over yours

#evenmorefavouritism

#justicefory/n:(

what did he do?

PURPOSELY spilled his grape juice all over the front of your trousers making it look like your eight year old self pissed yourself

on a park with fellow kids your age who are mean as hell

you got bullied pretty bad after that and though time moved on and they forgot, you never did

it stuck with you

get behind me i’ll rip his hair out

say the word and i’ll fight him for u

anyways from that day on you DETESTED him

and he’s dumb so he has no idea why but instead of asking

he decided to dislike you back because in his mind that’s the most logical thing to do

what an idiot am i right?

a handsome one tho;)

sorry:( we dislike him rn i still got ur back

constant squabbling over the smallest things because he didn’t know when to shut up and you just hated his face

but not really because if you swallowed your pride just a tad you would admit that you do see the handsomeness within him

don’t worry bae you can admit that you’d jump on his bones if you didn’t hate him so much

ahem. anyways.

you cannot stand him because he’s the devils spawn and he doesn’t deserve your praise

until you’re set to go to prom and you have a really cute date with someone you’d had a crush on for a really long time

yeonjun of course makes a comment about your appearance but you don’t even care

because you have a date with someone special

and he has to attend with soobin so who’s the real loser?

not him my love id love to go with soobin

they leave and you wait back for your date to pick you up

time is ticking by and you’re starting to get a little nervous

your parents are starting to look at you in sympathy and you absolutely want the ground to swallow you up

because you’ve been stood up and it becomes apparent when an hour has passed and still no show or text and you’re starting to feel insecure and stupid

ur perfect bby lemme at ‘em

just when you’re about to hang up your outfit and hide beneath your duvet covers

the doorbell rings and you spring up with immense happiness

because your date hasn’t forgotten you after all

only when you answer the door it isn’t your date

rather yeonjun?? standing with flowers?? and no soobin in sight??

your parents are literally cradling each other in awe

and you’re like ??

“i know being stood up sucks for you but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to make right whatever wrong i did… and ask you to be my date…”

he sounds nervous?? genuine??

there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you just don’t have in you to crush

so you accept the flowers and press a kiss to his cheek before eventually taking his arm

“i kinda don’t wanna go to the prom anymore… can we just go get something to eat? unless you wanna go?”

he seems kinda surprised for a second but then he grins with that stupid little twinkle in his pretty little eyes that admittedly have you swooning

“i’d prefer that honestly”

so that’s exactly what you do

yeonjun drives to a mcdonald’s and he pays for your food and then you just sit in the car park

together

and for as long as you’ve known him you have never actually hung out with him one on one for longer than fifteen minutes

but somehow it’s not awkward?

you both swing into subtle jokes and he even throws in a few flirty comments here and there

which takes you by surprise but what shocks you more is that you don’t mind them??

you retaliate to them but with the same flirty undertones

flirting in a mcdonald’s car park dressed to go to prom

that’s so romantic get out

the bar is in hell i know

don’t even @ me i need a moment rn

i ship u both. get married pls

anyways after eating until your stomachs felt full and there were tears of laughter in your eyes

the dreaded question rolls around

“why do you hate me?”

way to ruin the vibes yeonjun

“because you suck”

i rate the honesty babe

“ok sure i deserve that i think- but what did i do? you never used to hate me when we were kids”

you’re a little annoyed now

because how does he not remember the incident that has stuck in your mind for years?

“do you seriously not remember?”

and he shakes his head looking all clueless

which makes you feel a little embarrassed because had you just been dramatic this entire time?

maybe a little but it’s valid. i back u 100%

get his ass you sweet thing!

“you spilled grape juice all over my jeans at the park and told everyone i peed! i got made fun of for so long after that! it was mean!”

the vibe has been completely ruined now

well done yeonjun

speaking of yeonjun, he feels terrible

he remembers that incident back when he was an absolute menace

he still is but not as bad

what makes him feel worse is that you’ve only ever attacked him due to the hurt he caused you

meanwhile, he was just as mean back in retaliation

his world was literally crumbling

“and soobin took your side! you took my street cred and my brother!”

i’m soobin’s lawyer. he didn’t mean it

okay sorry! i still have your back!

“i’m sorry—truly. i didn’t realise how much it would hurt you or that you held a grudge—”

“maybe you should’ve asked.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know nuggets won’t help but you can have an extra one of mine…”

you wanted to stay mad at him

but with the way his big eyes stared back at you whilst he held up a nugget as a peace offering

there was something oddly adorable about it

you take it from him because duh? who wouldn’t?

i mean vegans probably wouldn’t—

if you’re a vegan i’m so sorry imagine you’re eating something else

“why did you decide to take me to prom?”

you can’t help but ask the question that’s been prodding at you since you left the house

“saw your jackass date with someone else and soobin felt bad but he had his own date so i said i’d come get you…”

oh.

so it was just a favour for soobin

ok :D that’s fine

not tho is it bae? you lyin?

apart of you hoped that he asked you because he wanted to

perhaps the disappointment showed on your face because suddenly he starts stuttering

but you shake your head and force a smile

me in the mirror after an emotional breakdown :P

“let’s go then. he’s probably wondering—”

“no. that was a cop out.”

pussy

you just gape at him waiting for him to carry on

because what else are you meant to say?

“i wanted to ask you to be my date a while ago but you hated me and to be honest i never hated you, i just felt… i don’t know… bitter i guess? and that’s no excuse. i’m a dick and i know it. but when i saw your date with someone else, i knew it had to be some kind of sign that you were meant to attend the prom with me.”

okay romcom confession KING

go off

before you can comprehend anything, he carries on with his ramble

“i’m so sorry for the hurt i inflicted on you when we were kids, and for the way i’ve behaved since then. i know it won't make up for everything, but if you let me, i will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. Even if it takes forever for your feelings of hatred towards me to diminish or disappear altogether, i’ll wait - and hope that one day, i can prove myself to be a worthy partner for you.”

someone grab a bucket i’m gonna be sick ( i’m sliding down my wall crying rn )

i’d fold in an instant

kdrama yeonjun GO OFF

you kinda just sit there like a lemon for a sec

because wot?

literally like what is going on?

“you’ll have to grovel.”

“i will. believe me.”

“and you won’t hurt me?”

“never.”

there’s this look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before

a determined and genuine look that has you feeling quite assured

the grudge against him is still there, of course, it’s not just going to go away

but it’s not as strong and you find yourself feeling rather excited

“then consider this our first date. the first step to making things right.”

yeonjun is a little wary as he takes your hand but the nerves settle when you don’t recoil from him

hesitantly he kisses your knuckles with a grin

“to making things right.”

surprisingly, you’re thankful your date stood you up

but no one is thankful as yeonjun

gosh why do i do these? i literally make myself cry

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freswoe · 6 days

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i really don’t know how im feeling about the latest fhjy episode. sure, it was fun, the combat planning was great to watch and the battle map was awesome, but… story-wise? It wasn’t good. more than that, the preview for the next episode looks like it’ll mainly be just a battle episode, and that combination does Not make me feel optimistic about the ending of fhjy as a whole.

i think the thing that best sums up my confusion and disappointment with this episode is when Ally/Kristen shouts ‘For Lucy!’ and honestly… why? What about Lucy Frostblade - the kind girl whose major philosophy was that the world is cold so we have to keep each other warm, the foil to Porter’s house of conquest without mercy - suggests that she’d want the brutal murder of her friends without any attempt to talk to or redeem them? the entire season has stressed the doubt/conviction relationship - with the RGs representing wrathful conviction and the BKs representing doubt - and yet there’s zero doubt, zero room for understanding, when Fig’s first action as Wanda Chillda is to stress that she fucking hates ruben and wants to see him die. also, whatever the fuck was going on with ivy and fabian.

its just. this episode is the penultimate episode of the entire season, and if i was watching with no prior knowledge, id probably say it would be episode 13, 14 etc. a cool fight, but absolutely zero emotional resonance - just the Bad Kids going to town on yet another enemy. cool fights, cool planning, cool teamwork, but nothing really special about it.

i’ve seen some people saying not to take this so seriously, that it’s an dnd liveplay so of course the storytelling isn’t always gonna be Handcrafted To Perfection TM, but Fantasy High has a track record of some pretty amazing and thoughtful storytelling, and that’s what makes this episode kinda suck. There’s zero emotional resonance. The BKs clearly view the RGs as minibosses, annoying obstacles to defeat so they can focus on the main event, and that would be fine if that’s what the RGs were. But they’re not. We’ve learnt about them, we’ve seen how they were corrupted and groomed, we’ve seen how they really are just the Bad Kids who really went bad. They have narrative weight! They represent the mindless, wrathful conviction that the BKs are trying to stop, and for the BKs to slaughter them with that wrathful conviction (with no room for doubt or redemption at all) is… it’s not good.

don’t get me wrong, I get why (they’ve been awful to the BKs all season, cathartic last fight etc) but it still sucks narratively. like i can’t stress enough that the BKs are using the exact same tactics that they resented the RGs for to slaughter them. ruben says to fig that the BKs are killing his friends (despite their awful interparty relationships, they’re still his friends) and her response, instead of the understanding and kindness that fig (and, tbh, Emily) are known for is to cast ruben into literal fucking hell.

even oisin’s death was anticlimactic. gorgug’s kill on him was cool, but no nod to adaine? not even a mention of ‘you led my friend on and broke her heart so now i’ll break your heart?’ the broken heart thing was Right There and nothing happened. oisin died, a player was removed from the field, the battle went on. no emotional connection or resonance whatsoever.

i don’t know. from a narrative perspective, this episode was bad. all the nuance of the bad kids/rat grinders dynamic has been lost. the bad kids have become Exactly what the rat grinders said they were with apparently zero self-awareness on the matter. they shoot porter and jace and the RGs down with zingers and cool spells and don’t bother even trying to de-rage the rat grinders, and the result is an episode 19 which feels like a mid-season miniboss fight. they bring the same approach to fighting the RGs that they did to fighting the monsters in the Last Stand, which, y’know. not good.

the only way i can think that they might turn this around is if the BKs are shown to be influenced by rage/the RGs get brought back (still hating the BKs, but at least giving them the chance to try again), but I really don’t know at this point. just overall feeling very disappointed.

#obvious disclaimer that im not coming at the cast it’s their show etc #its just really disappointing because we’ve SEEN excellent narrative evolution in the show before!#hell they have a whole squad of reformed villains!#THEY EVEN REFORMED THE DEAD GODDESS OF WRATH!#and yet these kids don’t deserve a second chance because what. they were mean?#i get that they’re trying to destroy the world but it’s clear that the BKs don’t want the RGs to come back #see riz suggesting cutting off oisin’s head #i don’t know. it looks like a pretty shitty end to a season which ive been absolutely loving so far #guess we’ll have to wait for next week! oh boy.#fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #d20 fantasy high

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fanficsat12am · 10 months

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dress MC would wear to a gala or ball with the brothers & datables I Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Request from anonymous: What dress would you wear to a gala or ball with the obey me characters?

A/N: Hellew I'm back with another post! Super sorry this one took so long. This one needed a bit of tweaking since I didn't really feel like it captured the brothers enough. On another note, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1.1K! THAT'S ABSOLUTELY INSANE LIKE WHAT?! Thanks so much for all the support and I cant wait to see what else I'm able to give you guys :> Once again, bye luvs~~

📜 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃!! 📜 Buy me a coffee? Lucifer & Mammon

Leviathan

- He really likes this one because you apparently look like an anime protagonist who lost hope in the kingdom they once served…he was very specific about which one he was talking about.

- During the ball, his eyes would never leave you, why would he when you look so entrancing? And just like him, as soon as the attendees have a glimpse of you, they are unable to look away, all feeling as if they were mere flies caught in your web.

- He’d get a nosebleed when he first sees you in the dress and expect his face to be absolutely flushed.

“W-would you like me to slip on your feet? I mean!- sweep your feet? Gah! One more time. Will you do me the honor of letting me sweep you off your feet? Nailed it!"

Source: https://bridesandtailor.com/product/custom-black-and-purple-wedding-dress-with-illusion-sleeves-black-wedding-dress-trumpet-black-dress-illusion-back-wedding-dress/

Satan

- You were radiant, Satan seeing you as if you were a mythical being pulled from the pages of a fairytale. Everyone knew you were human, but right now you truly looked as if you were from another world.

- He was transfixed by you, taking your hand softly and guiding you to the middle of the dance floor. He’d lean to your ear and softly whisper words of praise, seemingly unable to hold back his awe.

- By the end of the dance, he would excuse himself for a moment and run to a more hidden spot. Once there, his composure drops, screaming into the night “WHY ARE THEY SO GORGEOUS” and quickly run back inside to you.

"A fair creature such as yourself should not be kept waiting. As long as we've got the chance, I hope you’d grace me with a bit more of your time”

“Cut the act, I heard you outside”

“...Damn it”

Source: https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/H571dba9a08ac4a32a62d83bbd5707e29N/LORIE-Light-Green-Fairy-Prom-Dresses-Appliques-3D-Flowers-Short-Sleeves-Tulle-Evening-Gown-Side-Split.jpg_Q90.jpg_.webp

Asmodeus

- Two goals:

1. All eyes on both of you

2. Look good doing it

- You both decided to match with each other and looked through hundreds of shops to look for the perfect one. You eventually found one you loved but of course, he wants only the best. So he had someone make some "simple" adjustments to the dress that he made sure you approved of as well.

- You can forget about what the ball was actually about cause now you and Asmo are the main event. He’d be parading you around the other guests as if to show them he won and you were the prize. You’d both be getting compliments left and right as well as some underlying jealousy from the other attendees.

“OMG!” he exclaims. You didn't know it was possible but there are literal stars in his eyes.

“Gimme a twirl babe. Yas slay! You're leaving absolutely no crumbs and I’m living for it <;3”

Source: https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d4/51/33/d451333ccc5c0765b04ca4ad8be7582a.jpg

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horrorslvts · 7 months

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just my type | leo valdez part one

keywords : leo valdez, riordanverse, canon x oc

writer's note : uhh yall ate up the idea of a daughter of hermes oc x leo valdez so mommy will feed u my children... i present to you absolute chaos and comedic relief couple. enjoy.. ship is very inspired by 'just my type - the vamps'

the sound of metal hitting against metal reached the girl's ears, making her eyebrows stiffen a bit as she made her way onto the real crime scene; all those awful sounds came from argo II being made; and although silena de leon, daughter of hermes; beloved half-sister of luke castellan really respected the cause, the sound made her absolutely cringe.

the raven haired girl almost tripped over a few tools that had been abandoned in the middle of the way, making her cuss under her breath and look down at her sneakers to make sure they were not damaged by some stupid leftover hammer. with a little shake of the head silena finally approached the curly haired boy who was, apparently, putting some wooden planks on the side of the boat, and also spaced out enough to not realize she was making her way near. he stood on the third step of a high ladder. "hey bob the builder; don't you want to catch a break sometime?"

leo looked down at the -surprisingly- shorter girl, and flashed a little smile. he lifted his arm to wipe some dust away from his face and nose with his sleeve and shrugged a bit. "if you are asking me to-" he gently threw the hammer on his hand aside, letting it fall on some spare nails, and stepped down from the ladder he was on. "interrupted your sleep again? sorry, i'll make sure to delay an entire quest so you can get a few more hours of naps" leo said with a little chuckle and leaned with one arm on the boat, his hand running through his curls pushing them back making silena watch in awe.

now, silena and leo didn't know each other long. for what it's worth, silena met him and percy through annabeth who she has known forever; given that luke set them up to be friends when sil arrived at the camp for the first time; and they actually did. but gods, ever since meeting this dam son of hephaestus she had been losing her mind. whether it was the back and forth signs and jokes, or the absolute denial that either of them would ever see each other in any way above platonic; something made her heart skip a beat whenever she was close to the tanned boy, that's all she knew; should have seen her face when he first laughed at her spaniard accent; any other person would have taken a punch but he just got lucky with a push.

"yeah, that'd be so sweet of you!"

leo gave her a death stare with a chuckle, knowing damn well she wasn't anywhere near serious.

"so if it isn't that, why pay us a visit?"

silena slowly walked towards the rope ladder of the ship, tugging on it . "just curious to see how the ship is going. very good apparently." she pulled herself up the rope ladder which instantly caused a reaction by the other, making leo rush to bring her down in case she fell.

"whoa whoa you know that's not tied well yet right?!"

sil sat on one of the rope ladder's thin steps, only a couple feet above him and chuckled, swinging her feet to show her winged sneakers. "why do you always forget valdez?"

the curly haired sighed a bit. " if you get all tangled up in the ropes these aren't going to save you-." he looked at her from below with that signature troublemaking smile that brought an aching on her heart.

"i know, but you will."

the boy let his suspenders fall from each shoulder and climbed back up on his ladder, finally reaching her height and being almost face to face with the blue eyed girl; his breath was always cut short when the two were this close. it was funny how after so long of percy and annabeth being sappy now annabeth teased these two like her life depended on it.

"although you're not exactly knight in shining armor material.." silena reached to wipe his forehead from some mechanical oil. " more like greasy armor.."

"you know what's funny, sil?"

"hm?"

"your back is touching my fresh painted planks-."

sil finally realized why her shirt was sticking on her back for the past minute.

"VALDEZ-!"

#sheissoinlovewithhimipromise #leo valdez x oc #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez imagines #leo valdez #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fandom #heroes of olympus

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daydreamingyuta · 1 year

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Getting Unready with Jaehyun

(part one here!)

“and the steak!”, Jaehyun says while opening the hotel room door.

“Oh my god, I know! I kinda hate everyone who recommended this place to us because now we have no choice but to eat here, everyday, for the rest of our lives.”

“I guess that means we are living in this room forever too.”

“We have to.” You say as fall into a kiss with Jaehyun.

He pulls back from the kiss after a couple of minutes, “I had such a good time tonight baby.”

“Me too, you’re a genius for thinking of going to get ice cream afterwards.” you say sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Actually, you remember the older couple that was sitting by us? When you went to the bathroom the man came over to me and recommended to go there. Apparently that ice cream stand has been there for a while because he said that is where they had their first date.”

“Awe! They were so cute. Do you think we will get to grow old together Jae?”

“Of course I do.” he says, like any other future was completely out of the question.

You watch as Jaehyun gets dressed into his pajamas for the night, which consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants. You loved the dressed up version of him that you got tonight, but you loved his causal looks so much more. He just looks so cuddly.

Jaehyun leans down on his knees right before you so that he is face to face with you. “You’re staring at me.” he whispers.

“I can’t help it.” you whisper back.

“I was right you know.”

“hm?”

“I told you that I would end up carrying your heels for you at the end of the night.”

“Hey, only for a little bit! I put them back on after we ate our ice cream.”

Jaehyun gives you a quick kiss and then unbuckles your heels for you. You let them fall to the ground, glad for them to finally be off again.

Jaehyun gets up and extends his left hand out for you, “Let’s get you out of this dress.”

You take his hand and turn around so that he can unzip your dress. You slip on an old t-shirt and your favorite pink satin shorts that you can’t sleep without. You put your hair up and walked into the bathroom so you can take off all your makeup, Jaehyun standing next to you washing his face and brushing his teeth. He waited for you to be done and then you both walked out of the bathroom.

The very best thing about spending the night with Jaehyun was his cuddles. You both climbed into bed and melted into each others embrace. You two fit together so perfectly and nothing felt more like home than being in his arms.

You two had the habit of looking at your phones before bed, but dinner and ice cream had left you both tired. Within five minutes of closing your eyes you drifted off to sleep. It’s always kind of hard for Jaehyun to fall asleep, but the soft rhythm of your breathing always managed to calm him. Before he himself drifted off to sleep, he placed soft kisses on your forehead. This was his little tradition, even though you had no clue he did it, it was his small way of expressing the absolute adoration that he had for you.

#jaehyun #nct #nct 127 #k-pop #fluff #drabble

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bellafarella · 12 days

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Some thoughts on this new storyline with Eddie (spoilers for 7.07):

I think that an impending mental breakdown is in store for Eddie. We know that eventually he and Marisol will breakup since he has not stop fantasizing about his dead wife Shannon and they have absolutely zero chemistry, he’s already made multiple comments about leaving this woman. And the fact that he’s apparently going to start getting to know a woman who looks like said dead wife.

Eddie has not processed losing his wife in the years that she died. He says that he loved being married to her but everything we saw of their marriage was awful. He even said he only married her because of the church. They both left each other during hard times, they fought a lot, and when she returned she asked for a divorce before she ended up dying.

Eddie is romanticizing his life with Shannon because he has not processed her death and definitely feels guilty. He feels guilty for leaving her for the army, he feels guilty that they fought a lot. He feels guilty that since she died he has not been able to find a stable and good relationship—a new mother for Chris—which is what I think we will see him finally realize before the end of this season, and I’m hoping it comes from Chris telling him that he had a mom and doesn’t need another one.

This whole storyline of him about to cheat with a woman who looks like his dead wife is completely fucking unhinged and that’s all I need to know to tell me that Eddie’s life is about to implode. He cannot bring this woman around christopher without completely triggering and traumatizing him, he cannot tell people he’s cheating on his girlfriend with his dead wife’s doppelgänger.

I think that with these interviews Ryan had where he’s said that Eddie has not moved on from Shannon and he’s going to be feeling isolated and that Eddie will be starting this new lifestyle by the end of the season. I see this as Eddie having a full on mental breakdown (similar to s5 in his bedroom) which will lead to him realizing he needs to let Shannon go and this idealized/romanticized version of their marriage go because none of it is accurate, it’s all delusion and imagination. This in turn could possibly lead to him figuring out who he is (“a new lifestyle and discovering uncharted waters”) aka gay awakening (and feelings realization for Buck especially if they still go the route of injuring one of them like in s4 to help them discover their feelings for one another) then because Ryan said Eddie will isolate himself I believe that if he realizes his feelings for Buck he would isolate himself from Buck—and everyone else —(divorce era 2.0) because he won’t know what to do with it.

This entire unhinged storyline is a win in my eyes to further the gay agenda for Eddie and buddie canon.

We know that s8 will have more episodes so more room to play with where they can really show us Eddie’s arc and how buddie will become canon.

It looks to me that the rest of s7 will focus heavily on Bobby as well as Eddie, and we know that the main thing connecting these two is their religion. I don’t think it’s coincidental to have the latter half of this season focused on them.

There was also the comment about it smelling like smoke in Buck’s apartment and if they actually do what I think they might (burn Bucks loft) then it’s possible that maybe Buck gets injured again by the end of the season and it really makes Eddie realize his feelings for him which could make for quite a cliffhanger before the next season begins.

#911 spoilers #my thoughts #buddie #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 abc

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foli-vora · 1 year

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Foil my love, I’m here with my request. First of all- congratulations for your milestone ♥️ I’m happy for you 😘

I picked 3 things from prompt list:

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

sweet, tooth rotting fluff- maybe little spicy in the end? Idk it’s on you

With Pero Tovar ♥️

I would be very thankful if you write my request but it’s okey if you do not want to ♥️ no pressure

my sweet! thank you so much for your request, and for your constant love and support - it means the world to me! i hope you enjoy x

greedy

pero tovar x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: jealousy, tovar's love of food, softness, spicy kisses in public

[gif by moi]

“He’s not even listening, William.”

It’s undeniable that you have an attitude, even William responds to the snap in your tone with a raise of his brow. It’s not directed at him, of course. No, not him… the other, however…

Tovar remains oblivious to your glare, only bringing his attention back to the two of you when William delivers a light kick to his ankle beneath the table. He scowls at William, before moving his dark gaze to you after his friend nods your way.

“Oh, how wonderful of you to join us,” you bite out. “She’ll still be there once we’re finished — there’s no need to gawk.”

“What’s the matter with you?” Tovar growls, brows pulling together above his narrowing eyes. “Ever since we sat down, you’ve been all… huffy.”

“Huffy? Perhaps because while William and I are trying to discuss our next route, you’re too busy staring at the barmaid to even pay attention!”

“Why does it matter that my attention is elsewhere? I don’t need to discuss routes. I go where you go, I don’t need to listen. I trust William’s judgement.”

“Because it just matters, alright?”

Gods, he’s infuriating.

“Wait a moment,” he chuckles quietly after a moment of observing you, an almost mischievous expression curling his features. “Are you jealous?”

“Jealous?” You snort into your ale, rolling your eyes. “Of course not. Don’t be so absurd, Tovar. Are you drunk, or just an idiot?”

William shifts, no doubt recalling the evening you indulged too much in the sweet wine a merchant had traded you which resulted in you spilling your deepest darkest secret to him over the dying campfire whilst Tovar laid snoring a little ways away.

He hadn’t been surprised in the least at your drunken admittance of love – apparently he could feel the bond you and his friend shared despite you both acting as if you despised each other. William had been trying his best to convince you to admit your feelings, even going as far to reassure you that Tovar felt as you did.

A ridiculous idea, considering Tovar’s eyes had previously followed the pretty barmaid striding around with a beautiful smile curved along her lips. William had clearly been wrong with that assumption, and now you felt like a fool for even slightly believing Tovar viewed you as anything more than a nuisance.

He would never look at you the way he did her, or any of the pretty things he bedded along your travels. You’d lost count of the women along the way, always struck with that god awful sick feeling in your stomach whenever he disappeared, no doubt to their arms.

No, you absolutely weren’t jealous.

Tovar glares at you over his plate of bread and meat but remains quiet after that, plunging the table into an uncomfortable silence. Your fingers drum against your mug while you scowl down at the table, ignoring the look William gives you over his own ale.

“Well,” he sighs after a moment, standing and stretching with a deep frown he aims at both you and Tovar, “forgive me, but I tire of the both of you and your foolishness. See you tomorrow.”

Tovar grunts, his eyes flickering over the other patrons bustling loudly about the inn and shovelling more food into his already full mouth.

“Goodnight William,” you mutter, giving him a small apologetic smile, “sleep well.”

It’s not exactly awkward once William takes his leave – you’d been in Tovar’s presence countless times before and managed quite well, but it’s not the most comfortable… most likely conjured from your snippy attitude you’ve had since sitting down.

You wouldn’t have such an attitude if he stopped looking at her like that –

It’s absolutely not jealousy.

Perhaps it is a little.

A lot.

You heave a small sigh, following the various scratches and dents in the table as your mind races. Maybe it would be better for you to just spit out your feelings and be done with it. Would it give your mind the much needed peace you’ve craved since meeting him?

Would it be a disaster? Would he laugh?

You don’t think Tovar to be a particularly cruel person – he was ruthless in a fight and quick when it came to returning snide comments and verbal attacks, but surely he wouldn’t be mean about your feelings. Surely he’d let you down easy, softly.

Only one way to find out, you suppose.

“Perhaps I am,” you speak suddenly, pressing the mug to your lips and swallowing down the last of your drink in an effort to cling to whatever courage you could find.

It’s done now. Your heart thunders away in your chest, bringing the sting of sweat to your palms and watching the words catch Tovar’s attention suddenly has your flight instincts flaring. He blinks, almost in confusion.

“Perhaps you are what?”

You go to speak, but the words aren’t strong in your mouth. Why is this so difficult? The sudden uncertainty hitting your system becomes a bit too much and you fight to keep your expression as free of emotion as possible. He watches you as you make a move to stand, shoving your stool back on the stone floor and rising to your feet.

Coward.

See it through.

Speak –

Swallowing the dryness building on your tongue, you square your shoulders and meet his gaze before speaking, “Perhaps I am jealous.”

Your words clearly take him off guard, but you don’t stay to hear any retorts. Your remaining courage dries up quickly in the face of potential humiliation, and instead of facing whatever Tovar had to say about those four words, you turn and walk away, leaving him behind with your little admittance.

It was silly to even say anything. You knew he didn’t feel for you as you did him. Why did you bother? Would you have to be left behind now? You knew William and Tovar were close - brothers… if Tovar no longer felt comfortable with you, William would surely take his side.

You bypass the stairs of the inn and instead continue on until you’re free of the noise and the people, inhaling deeply as soon as the frigid air of the night stings your cheeks. Have you ruined everything? You groan loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you walk, thankful that the streets seemed to be mostly bare due to the temperature.

“Why?”

Spinning in surprise, you watch as Tovar strides to a stop a few paces away, his face pulled into a frown. You’re so taken off guard by his sudden appearance, you forget he even spoke.

“What?”

He huffs impatiently, his frown deepening. “Why would you be jealous?”

Oh.

Shifting in place, your gaze drops to watch how your boots scuff the dirtied stone beneath your feet. It feels impossible to speak around your heart beating in your throat.

“Because I –” you falter, tongue coming along to wet your lips, “I like you.”

“You like me?” He repeats, deadpan, features twisting further in confusion.

“It’s not just that… it’s… I –”

Here goes. Gods help me.

“I think I’m in love with you,” you breathe, holding his gaze, “and I’m terrified.”

Silence.

Your heartbeat fills your ears.

Never before have you felt so… vulnerable. You were without armour, without a weapon — your heart in your hands is all you have. It could shatter right now, right between your fingers, with the simplest of words from him. A mere curl of his nose would tear it in two…

But something about his features softens.

He’s still frowning, as he usually does, but his gaze feels lighter, warmer. You dare not get your hopes up, but your heart can’t help but respond to such a tender shine within the depths of his eyes. It aches, but in the most delightful of ways.

He takes a tentative step closer.

“You don’t need to be afraid.”

“No? Do you have room for me amongst the many others?”

It’s hard to keep the spite out of your tone. Of course he wasn’t doing any of it to be cruel or to hurt your feelings, he’d had no idea of where your heart lay and, as far as you knew, he held nothing for you, but your jealousy brings a bitterness forward and you find yourself weak against the force of it.

He recoils in surprise, “‘Others’? What others?”

“Oh please. Don’t speak to me as if I’m an idiot, Tovar. You know the women I speak of – the barmaids and the baker's wives and the —”

“You think I bed them?”

It’s his obvious amusement that has you hesitating to continue.

“Do – do you not?”

A grin pulls at the corner of his lips and he takes another step closer, his head giving a small shake.

“No, hermosa. I do not.”

“But… but what about you making eyes at the pretty barmaid in there?”

He falters, slightly sheepish. “I wasn’t making eyes at her.”

You pause, thinking back on the beautiful blonde and the way Tovar’s eyes had followed where her breasts practically spilled over the edge of her corset. Most of the men had been weak to fight that spell, even you, but if he wasn’t making eyes at her, what else was there?

The only thing close to her chest had been the basket of fresh bread rolls she had held close to her, still warm from the oven. Had he been staring at the bread all along? Had he been after food the entire time? Your frown deepens the longer you think back on his apparent ‘conquests’.

“And the others…”

He gives a small shrug, slightly abashed.

“My god, Tovar. Do you ever stop thinking about food?”

“Si,” he murmurs, dark eyes finding yours from beneath his lashes, “when I look at you.”

Was that an admittance? It sure sounded like one. Does he truly have feelings for you? Had William been right all along? Surely you’re dreaming. Surely this is merely a falsehood crafted by your mind to soothe the sting of rejection, to comfort you during your heartbreak.

This isn’t real, it’s just a dream… but it can’t be.

You feel the stone beneath your feet; you feel the icy cold breeze seep beneath your collar; you feel the way your blunt nails dig into the roughened skin of your palm. He’s here, truly here, shoulders curled in and frame bordering the line of defensive.

A smile pulls at your lips and you relish in the heat that washes along under your skin, spreading across your chest and rising to fill your cheeks. The cold couldn’t pierce this heat.

“That was awful.”

He grins, a low, throaty chuckle falling from his throat. “My apologies, mi amor, I may be out of practice. There are no others… only you. It was always only you, even in the beginning. It’s only you now. It is only you I wish to bed.”

The warmth filling your chest and embracing your heart suddenly plunges to the pit of your stomach and he watches the series of emotions flutter across your features with a roguish grin, stepping the last few paces until his body brushes yours. His hands lifts, his roughened fingertips brushing along the skin of your jaw before brushing a thumb over your cheek.

“Only you,” he repeats.

“You’ve quite the soft heart, Tovar,” you murmur teasingly, weakening into his touch.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he returns gruffly, breathing the words against your lips before stealing all thoughts and reason with the insistent press of his mouth against yours.

He’s not sweet about it… he’s rabid. His large hand curls around the back of your neck and anchors you to him, calloused palm rough and hot against your skin, his lips relentless in their pursuit of any and all of the little noises falling from your throat. His tongue sweeps forward, brushing along your lower lip and coaxing you to grant him entry.

You’ve never been kissed like this before. This is so much more than the quick press of lips you had once given a stable boy when you were younger, much more passionate than the other men you had softened to before meeting Tovar.

He swallows you down, breathing you in and chasing the taste of your tongue with his own groan, low and feral and curdling deeply in the pit of your stomach. You feel like flames are taking you, dancing over your skin and seeping into your very bones. An ache grows in your core the longer he drinks from you, the need to have him much, much closer than public view would allow increasing with every slick roll of his tongue.

“Perhaps,” you breathe into his mouth, your hands grasping at his tunic, “we should move elsewhere before we gather a crowd.”

He makes a rough noise in his throat, breaking away from your mouth and slowly running his tongue along his bottom lip, gathering the shine of saliva sitting there. You watch him eye your surroundings through a haze, your heart racing in your chest. He’d be the end of you, you’re sure of it.

“Come, mi amor. I have much to show you,” his roguish grin returns, “if you’ll have me.”

You inhale sharply, unable to resist diving in for another kiss.

“Show me,” you whisper into his mouth, “show me everything.”

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#foli's 3k #pero tovar x reader #pero tovar x f!reader #pero tovar x you #pero tovar #pedro pascal x reader

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karuuhnia · 10 months

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Okay, I doubt anyone’s ever gonna read this, but I just need to write down my thoughts on Good Omens Season 2. (Beware of spoilers)

The Characters

First of all, I love, love, LOVE the writing and especially the acting of everyone involved! Both Michael Sheen and David Tennant (and everyone else) gave absolutely stunning performances! I also like that the main cast was a lot smaller than in season 1, so everyone had more time to shine. Great choice! (I did however kinda miss God’s narration and meta commentary).

My favourite new character is Muriel by far. She is like Aziraphale's cute, naive, dorky little sister or niece and I had the biggest smile on my face whenever she was on screen! I hope to see more of her in season 3 (which we probably will since she now runs the bookshop).

What I also liked was that Nina and Maggie don’t just magically fall in love in the end. I mean, they barely know each other and Nina is still in a relationship for most of the season. I liked that they even call out Crowley and Aziraphale for trying to force a romance between them instead of treating them like real humans with free will. (Was that a slight call-out to shippers in fandoms? Who knows lol) I hope they'll find love along the way, but I'm glad they were portrayed as realistic human beings.

Gabriel goes from smug, condescending asshole everyone loved to hate to adorkable himbo and I'm all for it! lol I wasn't in the fandom back in the day, but apparently Gabriel x Beelzebub was a popular ship and I can only imagine how happy the fans must be now that it became canon! I didn't see it coming at all, but it played out really well and didn't come across as forced. I just found it a bit funny and sad that these two fell in love and decided to break away from Heaven and Hell to be together in only a couple of years whereas Crowley and Aziraphale haven't managed to do that in more than 6000 years.

Which brings me to...

The Last Episode

We all know the last 20 minutes of episode 6 were absolutely heart-wrenching, but I wouldn't have it any other way! It was the perfect ending/cliffhanger in all regards and both their decisions make perfect sense. I wouldn't have wanted Crowley and Aziraphale to get their happy end at this point in the story because they're simply not there yet, character-wise.

Also, then a huge plot point and conflict would miss from the final 3rd season. I live for the angst and the drama and I can't wait for satisfying character development and the ultimate, heartfelt conclusion. (Please, Neil! ;__;)

Character Analysis

Crowley:

The most interesting things for me were the several hints that Crowley used to be a very high-ranking and powerful angel before he fell (maybe Gabriel’s predecessor?).

In S2-1 Aziraphale already knows who Angel Crowley is and looks at him with awe and admiration. (In German we have the great expression "jemanden anhimmeln" - roughly meaning sth like "to admire someone as if they came from heaven")

Crowley was part of the designer team of the universe and worked together closely with the higher-ups. He was also entrusted with starting the engine of a quadrant.

He is a creator and visionary who loves the stars, the planets, the whole universe and sees the big picture. He also uses critical thinking and encourages others to do the same.

The miracle he performs with Aziraphale to hide Gabriel’s identity is so strong that Heaven thinks the most powerful of Archangels must have done it. Since Aziraphale hides Gabriel from Hell and Crowley hides him from Heaven, but the alarm only goes off in Heaven, we can assume that Crowley had a bigger part in the miracle.

He can somehow deceive other angels from recognizing him as a demon: Gabriel, Michael & Co. in the Ijob episode and later Muriel when she first comes to observe Aziraphale.

He can change the weather and cause fire or lightning at will.

He still has access to classified files for dominions or above.

He literally brings the guy who was killed by the demon horde back to life like it's nothing. Short update: Neil recently said that Mr. Brown wasn't actually dead but only held captive during the battle. Well, Crowley at least healed Mr. Brown's injuries and removed his traumatic memories.

He is the only one in a room full of high-ranking angels who recognizes Metatron as what he is.

But it’s also implied that Crowley may have memory loss after he was kicked out of heaven because the angels did to him something similar to what they want to do to Gabriel now.

He doesn't remember working on the universe with Saraqael.

He remembers being in the Great War, but not battling right beside Furfur.

He vaguely remembers discussing gravity with the other angels, but he doesn’t remember why it was a good idea.

He seems to know exactly what the amnestic Gabriel is going through (the empty house metaphor, the physical pain of trying to remember etc.)

Crowley is hiding a huge trauma and it becomes really obvious how hurt and lonely he really is.

In S1-5 we learn Crowley was tortured by being thrown into a pool of boiling sulfur, just because he dared to ask a few questions and make suggestions. Heaven is cruel beyond all measure! (But because of their chronic lack of communication I doubt Aziraphale knows exactly how much Crowley suffered both physically and mentally.)

At the end of the Ijob episode in season 2 he laughs at the distraught Aziraphale because he knows what it’s really like to have fallen. The thought of someone like Aziraphale going to Hell is ridiculous to him. And he wouldn’t wish something so terrible on anybody anyway, especially not Aziraphale. He knows first hand what Heaven does to “traitors”.

He’s been tortured and kicked out of Heaven, but he doesn’t resent creation itself like the other demons do, quite the contrary. He often goes out of his way to help humans, even if it means punishment from Hell.

Because both Heaven and Hell are cruel and toxic, he decides he doesn’t want to be on any side in this eternal and pointless conflict. This, of course, leads him on a very, very lonely road.

Maybe this is why he (consciously or unconsciously) latches onto Aziraphale so much: He notices Aziraphale’s own doubts about the heavenly plan really early on. So he constantly encourages him to question his beliefs and own morals.

I don’t think he does it for overly selfish reasons, he just wants to show someone else that not everything is black and white and that Heaven’s plans are not always as good as they want to come across. But of course he also doesn’t want to be all alone anymore.

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale is, first and foremost, a guardian, a protector. But we can’t forget he is also a warrior and a leader.

In the beginning he was wielding a flaming sword, in S1-5 he is supposed to lead the heavenly troops into battle, in 1941 we learn he owns and knows how to use a gun. In S1-6 he is willing to shoot the Antichrist (who is in the body of a child I might add!!), but Madame Tracey stops him.

He likes spending his time helping others and indulging in his quirky little hobbies, but if he needs to, he steps up and becomes a leader (e.g. the stand-off in S2-6 when the demons and angels shout at each other and he takes control of the situation).

Aziraphale embodies many positive core values: Love, loyalty, politeness, kindness, forgiveness - which sometimes lets him come across as naive. He is also a big people pleaser.

In Season 2 we once again see how much Aziraphale values and loves humanity (more than we deserve tbh). His heart is so big and full of love for them. He is his best self when he can do good for humans and he thrives off it. The thought of innocent people, especially children dying is really the only thing that ever convinces him to go against Heaven’s rules/orders (seen in the entirety of season 1 and in season 2 in the Ijob and graverobber episodes).

But because of these core values he sometimes acts pretty holier-than-thou and hypocritical: He tends to try to make others do the dirty work so that he can wash his hands of responsibility.

We also learn that he sometimes abuses his heavenly powers to get what he wants. I mean, organizing a ball itself is a very wholesome idea, but he literally manipulates everyone’s clothes, feelings and behaviours, making them do or feel things they wouldn’t normally do in this situation. Nina is the one affected by this the most: She just got dumped and is sad and angry, but Aziraphale’s magic doesn’t allow her to feel those very valid emotions. He only means to do good, but ultimately he forces his will on the participants of the ball. And he doesn’t even realize it! This is not okay.

There is this one very meaningful line in Season 1 where Aziraphale says: "You go too fast for me, Crowley". And it really shows in every aspect of his personality and character design.

Aziraphale always wears similar, familiar clothes and barely changes his hairstyle over the centuries. Crowley on the other hand looks completely different in each time period we see him. Crowley lives in the present, goes with the time, Aziraphale lives in the past, can’t catch up.

No matter how often Heaven disappoints and mistreats him, he still desperately clings to the idea that their plans and institution are good at their core. Even after more than 6000 years Aziraphale is still so obsessed with the idea of good vs. evil, Heaven vs. Hell and to an extent even Aziraphale vs. Crowley. Yes, the two have become visibly closer and more familiar with each other since season 1, but Aziraphale still thinks in the good side vs. the bad side ("my people" vs. "your people", “Of course you said no to Hell, you [not “THEY”!!] are the bad guys!”) absolute, whereas Crowley has distanced himself from both sides long ago and only wants to be with Aziraphale.

Besides their lack of communication this is their biggest problem: Aziraphale can’t accept Crowley for what he is - or is not anymore.

First there is some sort of resentment and caution towards this fallen angel, of course. But Aziraphale wouldn’t be Aziraphale if his big loving heart held onto those feelings for long. He quickly sees that Crowley isn’t purely evil as demons are supposed to be. He likes and WANTS to see the good in everything and everyone.

Aziraphale begins to enjoy Crowley’s company over the centuries and eventually trusts him completely. But due to his indoctrination by Heaven he still unconsciously believes that Crowley, as an evil demon, is beneath him, Aziraphale, who is a righteous and morally superior angel. And while he has compassion and sympathy for Crowley and his terrible fate - he also somewhat pities him. (And being pitied is certainly nothing Crowley wants.)

This is the reason he is so incredibly happy about the thought that he could give Crowley his angel status back. As sad as it is to see how little Aziraphale understands Crowley after all those millenia, it feels completely in-character why he wants Crowley to be an angel again. He sees that there is still so much good left of the former angel he admired so much. He witnessed how brilliant Crowley used to be, an angel who loved creating and gazed at the universe with such exaltation. How happy he was, how bright, how enthusiastic in what he was doing!

This plays right into Metatron’s hands in the last episode.

Early in the season Crowley is offered a huge promotion in Hell if he finds Gabriel. And Crowley doesn’t even consider it for a single second - even though he hates Gabriel (He still clearly remembers the "Shut your stupid mouth and die" and all the other horrible things). When Aziraphale is offered the new position as Supreme Archangel he hesitates at first, but as soon as Metatron suggests reinstating Crowley to angelic status, he agrees in delight. Aziraphale thinks now they wouldn't have to be separated, they could even be together officially and it wouldn’t be reprehensible anymore because they’d now both be angels, both on the “good” side. They’d finally be equals and could even do good together, change the system.

So of course, from Aziraphale’s perspective, making Crowley an angel again would solve all of their problems (or what he perceives as problems). He, Aziraphale, wouldn't have to have a bad conscience anymore for spending time with someone who should be a mortal enemy. He could finally “fix” Crowley, make him truly good again. But of course it backfires horribly.

Their relationship:

As much as I loved the funny banter, the wholesome and adorable slice-of-life moments, this season made one thing really obvious to me: There is a big power-imbalance (for the lack of a better word) between them in their relationship.

As far as we've seen, Crowley is almost always the one who gives, Aziraphale is almost always the one who takes. When Aziraphale wants something (e.g. protect Gabriel, take the Bentley to Edinburgh, have Crowley take care of the bookshop in his absence, organize a dance etc.), Crowley initially refuses - but in the end always gives in to what Aziraphale wants.

Aziraphale is very outgoing, has a whole little community with the vendors in his street, actively mingles with humans and has hobbies (reading, collecting books, eating at fine restaurants, listening to music, practicing magic, going on little detective adventures etc.). What I’m saying is: Aziraphale has a life for himself, even after becoming a persona-non-grata in Heaven.

Crowley on the other hand... He either goes along with what Aziraphale does/wants or sleeps in his car (and takes care of his plants I guess). That's pretty much it. He doesn’t get any new tasks from Hell and only communicates with Shax on occasion when she brings him his mail or random news. He is so isolated from Hell, Heaven and Earth that literally his only reason for existing at this point seems to be Aziraphale. He practically has no ambitions or life of his own. Aziraphale always lets Crowley be his rescuer because it makes Crowley happy. But isn’t it sad that Crowley is only ever happy when he can protect and be around Aziraphale? Crowley’s whole life revolves around him and nothing else. This is not healthy!

Think back to season 1 when the bookshop burns down and Crowley thinks he’s lost Aziraphale forever. He is a mess, he screams and cries and breaks down. It was only for a couple of hours, but he’s experienced what a life without his one true friend is like and the loss hits him so hard, it hurts even us as an audience!

And the worst thing: I don't think either of them really notice all that - because they don't TALK! Nina and Maggie were so right: The two idiots never really talk to each other about their true thoughts and feelings.

There is so much miscommunication and misunderstanding of each other's needs because of that:

Aziraphale is internally conflicted about what he wants (be a good angel of Heaven vs. be with the enemy, an "evil" demon).

Crowley knows exactly what he wants (to be with and ONLY with Aziraphale), but he can’t muster up the courage to say it. After all, the last time he spoke freely about his thoughts, he was branded a traitor, tortured and cast out by Heaven.

So they constantly fail to find a solution that both of them are happy with:

Both in Season 1 and 2 Crowley asks Aziraphale to leave everything behind and run away with him, not acknowledging Aziraphale's undying love for and loyalty to humankind. And he gets rejected for it both times.

In S2-6 Aziraphale asks Crowley to come to Heaven with him, not acknowledging how Heaven has hurt Crowley, not accepting him for who he is. Instead he wants to fix him. Over the years he has also become so used to Crowley always being there for him, he takes his help for granted. So when Crowley actually stands his ground for once and refuses to do what Aziraphale wants, it shocks Aziraphale to his core. He’s never been rejected like that.

They aren’t humans, they are both ageless, sex- and genderless, asexual, otherworldly beings, so human relationship standards don’t apply to them. We can also see that in Gabriel’s and Beelzebubs relationship. Their love is something emotional, not physical. They don’t kiss or even hug, they just look at each other and sing "Everyday" - their personal love song - before they go off together.

Crowley and Aziraphale have spent so much time away from Heaven and Hell and lead almost human-like lives on Earth. So in a desperate, last ditch effort Crowley chooses to show his emotions in a very physical, human way, a way that beings like them wouldn’t normally do. But it’s his very last chance to make Aziraphale understand. So he kisses him. It’s an angry, sad, messy, utterly unpleasant kiss, it’s painful to look at.

Aziraphale doesn’t kiss back, his hands are erratic. He is so torn. His heart and his brain tell him two different things. He needs Crowley, but Crowley refuses to come to Heaven with him.

And what is the first thing that comes to Aziraphale’s mind after the kiss? “I forgive you!” Because that’s what he’s good at, right? Forgiveness. He told Maggie that in the first episode of the season. I don’t know what exactly he wants to forgive and I’m not sure he knows himself.

When they part they’re both in emotional agony, they both feel betrayed. Crowley storms out, but still waits outside his car. He still has this tiny bit of hope left that Aziraphale will come with him after all. He only gets in and drives off once he sees the doors to Heaven close behind Aziraphale and Metatron.

Metatron’s plan

I read some theories that Metatron poisoned Aziraphale’s coffee, but I really, REALLY hope that this isn’t true. It would take away all the gravity of Aziraphale’s decision if he is just drugged to go along with Metatron and comes to his senses once the drug wears off. That would be boring and lame!

I also don’t think that Crowley and Aziraphale switch appearances again as they did in Season 1: Clearly Metatron would be able to see through the disguise, he is much more powerful than the angels after all.

No, I think Metatron cleverly manipulates Aziraphale by giving him the opportunity (or rather the illusion thereof) to make changes in Heaven with Crowley at his side. Aziraphale is so convinced that Crowley would be full of joy and gratitude at the prospect of becoming an angel again. He once again fails to understand that this is the exact opposite of what Crowley wants.

Metatron on the other hand appears to know Crowley much better in that regard. He remembers how powerful Crowley is and how far he fell for asking the wrong questions. He loathes Crowley and would never want him in a position of power in Heaven ever again. So from the outset Metatron knows that Crowley would not agree to become an angel again, that’s why he makes that specific offer to Aziraphale in the first place. It’s his clever way to make the two fall out with each other, to separate them and still win Aziraphale over for his plan.

I just wonder what his real goal is here. Michael or Uriel seem like a much more logical choice for Supreme Archangel if he really only wants to go through with the next Armageddon. That can’t be everything, right? He knows that Aziraphale actively worked on preventing the first Armageddon. Why would he think Aziraphale would now be on board for the second one? Metatron can’t underestimate Aziraphale that much, right? He’s way too cunning to believe that Aziraphale is weak-minded and gullible.

I mean, I’m not too versed in religious mythology, but doesn’t the Second Coming of Christ mean Judgement Day and that God’s kingdom takes over the world after smiting all enemies? That doesn’t sound like something Aziraphale wants (especially the smiting of all enemies which would include Crowley). So why does he still agree to go with Metatron after learning about this???

Does Aziraphale think he can outsmart Metatron and all the other high-ranking angels and avert the end of the world when he’s in a position of power? I mean, he is intelligent, he must have a plan after hearing about the Second Coming, right? That would at least somewhat explain his very weird and uncanny smile during the credit roll. I just don’t know what to think about all this.

My best guess is that Aziraphale will first try to undermine Metatron and speak to the Almighty Themselves (something he already wanted to do in season 1 but was denied), and also to make positive reforms in Heaven. But Metatron sees this coming of course. To make Aziraphale his obedient puppet he will simply threaten to erase Crowley from the Book of Life should Aziraphale ever dare to step out of line.

Crowley never told Aziraphale about what he and Muriel found out in Heaven - that Michael & Co. were actively planning Armageddon 2.0 before Gabriel went renegade. But now Crowley can’t do anything to help prevent it because he knows that Aziraphale is completely at Metatron’s mercy.

I’m dying to see how this will all play out, but at this moment I’m just confused and unsure about all of this.

So what do I want/expect from season 3?

I want Crowley to overcome his trauma, his pain, his trust issues, all the rejection and loss he faced. I want him to be able to be himself: Free, loved, respected, cared for, accepted. I want him to live a happy life with, but not live FOR Aziraphale. I want him to make other meaningful connections. Maybe with Muriel? She is the only other kind and good-hearted angel we see in the show and a friendship would benefit both of them greatly in my opinion.

I want Aziraphale to fight for Crowley, to protect him for once. When they meet again I want him to do the stupid apology dance for three hours. I want him to finally accept Crowley as his best friend, his soulmate, his true love, his equal. I want him to take Crowley’s glasses off, look him in the eyes and then be the one to lean in for a kiss. A kiss that isn’t forceful and desperate, but heartfelt and genuine.

As for the plot of season 3… I’d really like to see a flashback of the often mentioned Great War between the angels and soon-to-be-demons. I’d also like characters from season 1 to make a cameo appearance if possible. Apart from that I don’t have any predictions or big ideas (as I said before, still very confused about Metatron’s plan).

I will put my faith in Neil Gaiman and Wait and See (TM) what he ultimately comes up with. :’)

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #karuuhnia writes

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carriesthewind · 11 months

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Thanks so much for your writeup of the 2 Stupid 2 Sanction case. OMG.

As a reference librarian in a special library (i.e. not an academic or public library), the database access of this case has been -fascinating- to me. I regularly struggle with the challenge of how to provide access to materials to my patrons, when we have limited access and an even more limited budget. This case is an absolutely TEXTBOOK in what NOT to do.

Regarding the apparently wonky access to different categories of cases in Fastcase, I can provide a little professional insight, as I have spent FAR too many hours trying to decipher database providers' pricing guidelines. (But, DISCLAIMER: I am not a law librarian and hold my colleagues who are in absolute awe. So I don't have any direct experience with the database in question, just 15+ years of trying to wrangle these kinds of databases in general.)

It is conceivable that Fastcase could be setup in such a way that Schwartz et al. had access to ALL of the 2nd Circuit cases and some of the 5th Circuit cases. Research databases are nearly always broken out into "collections" and you can often pick and choose which collections you have access to, depending on how much money you fork over. I have absolutely seen instances where content I expected to be in one such collection was actually found in another (looking at you, Oxford Scholarly Editions…). This can happen for a variety of reasons: when the content was acquired by the database provider, what kind of distribution rights they were able to secure, or even who was doing the ingesting of that content.

None of which are relevant for Fastcase.

Acquisition and distribution rights are a non-issue for case law (particularly US Federal case law), and the inherent nature of the structure of the court system creates pre-made "collections" for the database to be organized into.

This is supported by Fastcase's own website. On their "Coverage" page, they helpfully break out the different content that they can provide access to into exactly the manner that you would expect. Each Court has its own "bucket" of content, starting from the Supreme Court and working our way down through more and more specialized courts.

So the idea that Schwartz would have access to some of the 5th Circuit cases, but not all? Pretty laughable. They should all be in the same "collection", where you'd either have access to ALL or NONE. It's hard to conceive of it as anything other a binary setup.

It gets even more laughable when you look at Fastcase's helpful Pricing Plans page.

They helpfully breakdown the content that each subscription plan would have access to. Their "Appellate Plan" (the cheapest) provides access to US Supreme Court, US Court of Appeals, and State Supreme & Appellate Court decisions and to "Nationwide Statutes, Regulations, Court Rules & More". Their "Premium Plan" and "Enterprise Plan" both provide access to all of this, PLUS US District and Bankruptcy Court decisions.

(Side note: As database pricing goes, this really is Not Bad. They seem to be making good on their claim to try to provide broader access and tools for legal research.)

Now, the scope of access for a subscriber level probably isn't set in stone; database providers can be remarkably flexible about what they provide access to if it means making a sale vs not. So despite the fact that on their public-facing information page, they give the appearance that a subscriber would get access to ALL Federal Appeals cases, it is certainly conceivable that the Firm negotiated access to ONLY 2nd Circuit cases.

But then how would they have access to ANY 5th Circuit cases?

No, it's far more likely that they had access to everything. And again, it's hard to comprehend how an "error in billing" would lead to partial access. It's generally a binary setup: either you have access to everything in your subscription, or you have access to none of it.

I'm gonna call shenanigans on the "billing error" argument as well.

And all of this is completely aside from the fact that, as you've noted several times, YOU CAN JUST GOOGLE FEDERAL CASES WTIH A REASONABLE EXPECTATION OF SOMETHING USEFUL COMING UP. (There's a whole other discussion of why these cases exist in subscription databases at all, having to do with metadata and search frameworks and site functionality, but that's another whole long thing and this is already far too long as is.)

(As as side note, whoever has written the training documentation (https://go.fastcase.com/teachingfastcase) for Fastcase deserves a goddamned medal. The line "Parentheses are the Marie Kondo of Boolean Operators: Here to bring you joy and sort similar things in similar locations." made me laugh for 5 minutes straight. I'm still giggling about it.)

Thank you for this fantastic writeup of this issue!

This was so much good information (and dam, yes, that documentation is delightful), and I don't have anything substantive to add.

If I may indulge in some brief speculation, if I had to bet on what actually happened, here is what I suspect: the Firm didn't have access to the federal Fastcase database at all (I think this because it would be such a stupid and pointless thing for the Firm representative to lie about, otherwise). But it may have been less of "billing error" and more of a, "we're not going to bother to pay for that, we are never in federal court." However, once he got the Court's order to annex the cases, he got access somehow - maybe someone else at the firm had access, or he had a friend with access, or he did actually go to a bar association library, or whatever. And that's how he downloaded the real opinions. (I think this because it seems like the simplest explanation, and it explains why he/they are so cagey about how he actually go the opinions. Because if had full access, it shatters his excuse that he thought the "opinions" were real because he couldn't check them in another source "because he didn't have a database with access to the federal reporters available.")

(But I want to know! Especially with what you've just laid out, I want to shake everyone involved until the truth falls out!)

#ask #2 Stupid 2 Sanction #thank you again this is fantastic!

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Y/n x Draco

An: Slytherin boys have my heart

Warning: None, pure fluff, pining

Draco's intolerance for the mysterious slytherin girl started their first year after she spilled pumpkin juice all over him. The intensity of his irritation only increased after finding out about her half blood status.

He wanted nothing to do with her and could only ramble about her being sorted in slytherin as an abosulute disgrace to its reputation.

Most of the times he and his firends often teased and made fun of her reveling in the fact that she could do nothing about it. But draco's annyoance only increased after observing her just take it.

She was weak. A pushover. Thats what he convinced himself to compensate for that tinge of guilt that clawed at him as the years went by and relentless teasing continued more often initiated by his firends than him as time went on.

It irritated him how gentle and kind she was despite all of this.

As the 6th year approached, he grudgingly watched her transform into a beautiful girl, with her long black locs, deep dark eyes, and sun-kissed skin. She was everything that his parent's detested.

Everything he tried to detest.

And he only fell deeper into this hole after accidentally running into her by the lake in the forbidden forest, collecting leech juice for potion class.

He had wandered away from his father's dealings with dark wizards when he chanced upon her by the lake, looking absolutely breathtaking. The sight of her, crouched down in a pretty little dress that was so different from her usual uniform, left him spellbound. His heart skipped a beat at the way the flowing white fabric hugged her figure in all the right places, cascading down to pool around her crouched figure and making you look like an ethereal vision amidst the dark forest.

Draco studied her from afar, warching her long, jet-black hair flow down her shoulders as her sun-kissed hands delicately tended to something on the ground beneath the water's surface. The soft, eerie glow of the forest bathed her in a gentle light, casting a celestial radiance that made her appear as the most pure and precious thing in this abominable wilderness. Fireflies danced around her, their twinkling lights adding to the enchanting atmosphere as she hummed a gentle tune with a voice as sweet as honey.

As he watched her with wonder, he felt as though the very air had been knocked from his lungs. She was the most enigmatic person he had ever encountered.How had she come to be here, alone and so at ease among the trees and shadows? Was she not afraid?

Draco has come to notice a few things about her that most people often overlooked with years of observation.

She exuded a quiet confidence, a bravery that shone through in her every action, and a gentle spirit that set her apart from other girls he had met. She didn't seek validation or affirmation from others, but rather drew her strength from within, quietly achieving her accomplishments with an understated grace that left him in awe.

Despite her remarkable abilities, she remained humble and never once boasted, even though she was on par with some of the brightest witches and wizards who had graced the halls of Hogwarts.

It was everything he'd never expected from a girl like her. A girl he had come to admire and obsesse over deeply, but he would never admit it.

Despite the fact that he mistreated her all these years, it seemed as if she were never even bothered by it, never shaken and most infuriatingly never acknowledged. It was as if he was invisible to her, which irritated him more then ever. Her indifference grated on him like sandpaper, each moment of her apparent disregard a fresh wound to his pride.

Why couldnt she look at him longer when he addressed her? Why couldnt she talk with him longer when he teased her? Why did she always balantly disregard him whever he made an attmept to get closer to her in class by sitting behind her?

As he stood behind a tree, she turned her otherworldly gaze towards him and broke into a breathtaking smile. With a gentle gesture, she beckoned him over, and Draco found himself unable to resist her pull. His body moved towards her as though under the influence of an Imperius Curse.

Trying to make it seem as if she were a mere irritation, Draco smirked "Didnt expect to see you here half breed. What's the occasion? Are you hoping to get trampled by some centaurs. Very unfirendly creatures, by the way, just saw them about a few miles from here. "

He watched her laugh softly shaking her head "You mean sir Gregor and his companions? Yes I saw them too on my way here. Quite firendly and very welcoming by the way".

Draco scowled, trying to hide his worry before taking in her gorgeous features up close as a blush crept up on his cheeks. "I am being serious half breed. This place is called the forbidden forest for a reason".

He watched her place a jar of leech juce in her bag before stepping closer to him. The action had a warm flush run down his body as he struggled to remain composed.

Draco took in her dark pink plump lips, her adorable button nose and sparkling eyes that ushered him closer to her then he expected.

"I appreciate the concern Draco".

At her insightful comment he sneered "Who told you I was concerned halfbreed. I merely dont want the commotion you will cause when people find you out you prance around in the forbidden forest all by your lonesome" He spat

Lies. He was just anxious she were here by herself knowing how dangerous this place is. But he quickly suppressed the thought.

He watched her lips curl into another smile before she stepped closer and invaded his space causing him flinch at the sudden proximity. But his body wouldnt dare step back, too eager at the oppertuntiy of standing this close to source of his obsession. The scent of lavender enveloped him, and he couldn't help but inhale deeply, embarrassed by his own reaction. She let out a breathy laugh and without warning, she reached out her fingers and gently brushed away the dirt on his cheeks, her touch soft and warm against his chilled skin.

Draco found himself gazing at her in wonder, the usual scowl on his face replaced by something softer. Hos breath hitched as her overwhelmingly beautiful eyes darted back and forth before his.

"I'll see you in class Draco".

He watched in fascination as she gracefully glided towards the shadowy depths of the forest, deftly evading the gnarled roots that snaked across the forest floor. Without another word, she disappeared into the darkness, leaving him completely spellbound and speechless.

Like a thief in the night she stole his heart that day and never gave it back.

#draco fluff #draco fic #draco x y/n #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #headcanon #drabble #imagine

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webtoon-related-tournaments · 9 months

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FINALS!

Leland is the father of the three male leads

he pit his sons against each other competing for his affection, neglected his wife and youngest son, gaslit and manipulated his eldest sons into repeating the cycle of abuse with their own fiancées and is now trying to publicly humiliate his best friend because he wasn't there in his time of need twenty-five years ago or something

BUCKLE UP THIS MAN IS AWFUL basically he has secretly been in love with his best friend Jack for years now but Jack fell in love with a woman called Leelathae and Leland has never gotten over that. He has also never forgiven Jack for not being there for him at his parents funeral (i don’t remember why Jack wasn’t there but it was probably something to do with Leelathae). He decides to marry a girl called Isolde to make Jack jealous (which doesn’t work because Jack does not return his feelings) who he later becomes abusive towards and keeps in the dark on all future evil plots by placating her with expensive desserts. The evil plot in question is to have his three sons marry Jacks three daughters. When the plan eventually falls apart he literally TORTURES his children. Like he hangs Blaine and Lance upside down in a dungeon over a LAVA PIT and makes them do CHIN-UPS and throws Frederick into a massive PIT and just LEAVES HIM THERE. He eventually frees Blaine and Lance but only so that he can take them to the Pastel Palace which he is planning to INVADE so he can FORCE the princesses to marry his sons AGAINST THEIR WILL.

Yui is the mother of Kousuke and the stepmother of Nol/Yeong-Gi.

well let's see... 1) drugs her own son and refuses him doctor-prescribed healthcare 2) neglects and abuses her stepson 3) threatens to kill her own husband when he's no longer useful to her 4) tried to blackmail the main character and to have her sent away from town for no reason other than liking to play mind games 5) covers for a sex offender and helps him trap more victims 6) threatened her nephew to have him fired and disbarred (well the equivalent for doctors) if he looked too deep into her son's health history and I'm pretty sure I could find a 7 or even an 8 if i looked closer but that will be a good start

Insanely manipulative, to the point of apparently straight up drugging her son for possibly multiple years???!! Constantly lying to her family to turn them against each other. Even with her 'precious' biological son she repeatedly ignores his boundaries and encourages his worst behaviour, apparently seeing him as little more than a puppet she can use to gain power.

#tournament poll #i love yoo #cursed princess club

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- HL Fic Library's Halloween Fic Rec -

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🎃 A Twist of Fate by perfectdagger / @starsweredible [T, 59k]

“Lucky you.” There was a mocking tone in Harry’s voice and Louis couldn’t help but roll his eyes, remembering the whole luck and fate talk he had with his friends earlier in the night.

“Sometimes,” he replied, using more charm than necessary as he placed the bottle on the railing and stepped closer to Harry, actually startling the man as he was drinking from his own water. Louis wanted to laugh as Harry dried the water that had dripped on his chin with the back of his hand, but he figured that would ruin the mood he was trying to set. “But I guess I’d be much luckier tonight if I kissed you.”

“Luck was never on my side, but I guess tonight you could help me change it,” Harry said back, in such low and flirty way Louis almost felt weak at the knees, but held himself by stepping even closer to Harry, breaking the distance between them.

Or a Just My Luck Au in which Louis, who apparently is the luckiest man in the world according to his friends, might have his fate and luck twisted when he crosses path with a handsome and mysterious bloke dressed up as Zorro at Syco Entertainment Press Corp’s Halloween party.

🎃 love is divine by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 25k]

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

🎃 Spellbound by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 [T, 22k]

Louis’ a shifter. Harry’s a witch. The only problem is, they’re hiding those things from each other.

Will they be able to keep their secrets hidden at the most spooky time of year?

🎃 Talk Dirty To Me by BriaMaria / @briannamarguerite [E, 13k]

They were both naked. And that seemed, again, like a catastrophically bad idea, but here they were anyway. Naked. In the dark. Only a few feet apart.

It hadn’t even been a discussion. The minute Harry flipped the lights off, they’d both shucked out of their clothes as if they’d been on fire.

“Alright darling,” Louis said, his hand wrapped loosely around his own cock. “Just remember, start slow. Lots of descriptions. Light on the hygiene, heavy on the compliments. You’ve got this.”

As if Harry were about to compete in some kind of athletic game.

Or the one where Harry is absolutely terrible at dirty talk so he asks his best friend to teach him. And the one where Louis knows it's a catastrophically bad idea but agrees anyway.

🎃 taken by the wind by @scrunchyharry [T, 12k]

When he decided to move to London with his sister, Harry thought he would finally get to learn how to control his magic. He couldn't possibly have predicted that he would fall for her neighbour.

Or the one where Harry is a clumsy witch and Louis is making everything worse just by existing.

🎃 Happy HalLouWeen by SunTomato / @sun-tomato [G, 11k]

Harry ends up with a cat. It's wildly stubborn and has bright blue eyes. It's maybe also cute.

🎃 Wasn't Looking by @berzerkshires [M, 10k]

It is well known that the first time soulmates touch they leave a vivid mark on their partner’s skin. Well one morning Louis wakes up with a bright stripe across his cheekbone and no idea what happened.

🎃 i get a little bit nervous around you by @femstyles [T, 8k]

Zayn gives Harry a little sympathetic pout but almost immediately cracks a smile again. "So, basically, Louis Tomlinson is so pretty you lost control of your powers? Isn't that like one of the first lessons we ever took?"

Harry tosses a pillow at Zayn's head with a whine. "I know! It's awful. I just need to avoid him, I think."

Or the one where Harry never had a problem with controlling his magic until Louis walked into his life. AKA the clumsy witch Harry AU no one asked for!

🎃 Just Like You by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [G, 6k]

Harry had been planning his perfect costume and looking forward to wearing it all month. He'd gotten everything he needed to show it off at the big Halloween party, and everything was going so well. That is until he showed up and realized someone else had the same idea.

🎃 Fallen treats by @sweariwouldnt [NR, 6k]

Harry hates both Halloween and Louis Tomlinson. He does, however, love his little sister a lot. Hence why he puts on his ears and his tail and joins her, her friends and their big brother for a round of trick or treating.

🎃 a walk around the edges of your trepidation by docklands / @hershelsue [E, 6k]

Harry and Louis go pumpkin picking in Red Sun, one of the eeriest towns in England. Amidst beautiful photographs, breathtaking love and crisp autumn wind, events accelerate into a much darker perspective.

🎃 no judgement by @solitudeandchaos [E, 6k]

“I hate horror movies. They’re stupid and scary and I never sleep after them, not for weeks.”

or louis hates scary things and harry holds his hand.

🎃 My Arms Are Hungry For You by @afirethatcannotdie [T, 6k]

“Sorry, don’t tell me you’re actually a fan of the Red Devils,” says another voice, and Harry looks beyond Nick to see a guy standing there, taking long sips from a bottle.

“I-I am,” Harry stutters, pulse racing at the sight of him. His face is covered in white makeup, and he’s wearing a well-fitting white shirt, black pants, and a long black cape, a set of fake teeth in his mouth. “Don’t tell me you’re actually a vampire.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis meet at Nick Grimshaw's Halloween party and things go better than anyone could have expected.

🎃 Kings Of the Kill by @fallinglikethis [M, 4k]

A pizza boy delivering a pizza to someone who looks to be in the middle of a satanic ritual.

🎃 Everyone's Waiting for the Next Surprise by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel [M, 4k]

"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?"

Harry jumps and almost drops the bottle he's holding in his hands and whips around to see Spiderman leaning up against the doorjamb to the kitchen. Harry can't see his face due to his mask, but he knows this guy has got to be deadly attractive if his body is anything to go by. He’s clad head to toe in a skintight spandex suit that hugs him in all the right places. His thighs are so thick, Harry wants to put his face in between them. And what the hell are these shots doing to him?

He stumbles a little when he reaches out to place the bottle back on the counter. And when did he become such a lightweight? He gently strokes along the bottom part of his banana costume that's sticking out between his legs and lowers his voice as best as he can. "I am very excited to see you. Banana's got a thing for men who are also spiders."

Or the one where Harry goes to a Halloween party dressed as a banana and meets Spiderman.

🎃 Let You Lick the Lollipop by @allwaswell16 [E, 4k]

Louis may be throwing a Halloween costume party for a lot of drunk college students, but that doesn’t mean he can’t also hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. He just has to keep people from stealing all the candy--especially the very hot guy in a toga who won’t leave his candy alone.

🎃 David S Pumpkins by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup [NR, 3k]

Louis has a Halloween party to go to, and the perfect outfit to wear. It's a little odd that people in weird clothes keep appearing and disappearing. Skeleton outfits? A three piece suit covered in pumpkins?

Mysterious.

🎃 Messtival by @kingsofeverything [T, 3k]

Harry just wants some good candy for the school's annual fall festival, but someone buys it all before he can get any.

🎃 Cat & Mouse by @jaerie [E, 2k]

It's the one day out of the year that Harry doesn't have to hide and can be himself — at least he thought so. Louis is just a little more observant than he anticipated.

🎃 life's no fun without a good scare by EmmyLouWho [T, 2k]

For the prompt: “I invited a bunch of people over to watch a horror movie and you’re the only one that showed up and it's kind of cute that you hide behind my back every time you hear creepy music”

Halloween fluff ft: the lilac jumper, lots of sweets, and lots of cuddling

🎃 Vintage Suit by @juliusschmidt [M, 666 words]

Louis takes off his Halloween costume.

🎃 Best Couples Costume by @haztobegood [T, 666 words]

“It’s a shame. Halloween is even on Saturday this year,” Liam said. “This was going to be our year! We would’ve won this time.” Harry pouted. “You wish.” Niall teased. “You two haven’t won the best couples costume award yet.”

🎃 A Halloween M(ass)hap by @lululawrence [NR, 666 words]

Harry was never going to forgive Niall. He’d been so distracted by his roommate’s cleaning and fussing while he had been looking for the perfect trousers for Liam’s annual Halloween fancy dress party that he’d not realised the black leather trousers he’d chosen to complete his vampire look were arseless.

Of course there was a no return policy, so he’d done the only thing he could do in order to not waste the money he’d already forked out online for the damn things: he added a cape.

Surely, nothing could go wrong.

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Mckirk Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Preconceived Notions of Propriety, Or, Bones Tells Jim Where He Can Shove It by PassionObsessed - Rated E

"Jim had always been a touchy feely guy, hanging off of everyone who would let him do so, which meant Bones had had a Jim-limpet attached since practically the first day. Apparently no one had ever noticed that those touches had gotten progressively more intimate and bold over the last few months as well as a corresponding decline in touching when it came to other people. Bones sneered a bit, making a passing cadet flinch back and scurry away. Oh no, it wasn’t until Jim had unthinkingly leaned down to kiss him goodbye before he left the mess for class that anyone had finally bought a clue. And of course he hadn’t even thought about it, just lifted his mouth to reciprocate the chaste kiss before going back to focusing on his padd. It took him several minutes to even notice the absolute silence in the mess hall and look up- to find himself the focus of five hundred dumbfounded cadets and professors." News gets out about Jim and Bones' relationship. Cue people warning the other person off. Bones is Not Pleased.

the inherent dangers of coffee dates by MourningElegance - Rated T

Oh fuck, Jim thinks to himself, eyes widening with sudden realization. He eyes the coffee cup in his hand, noticing the telltale hives beginning to peek out from his shirt sleeves. Fucking allergies- - - Of course James Kirk would go into full blown anaphylaxis in a crowded Starbucks. Lucky for him, the cute stranger he just met seems to know an awful lot about medical emergencies...

If You're So Damn Sure, Won't You Show It by ExcavatingLizard - Rated T

“So.” Pike, on the other hand, sounded distinctly smug. “Would either of you like to explain to me why you’re both suddenly in the system as married?”

“Uh, married… to who, sir?”

“To each other, Cadet.”

Or, Five times Jim and Bones weren't in a relationship, and one time they finally were.

pack up the life that's left by haveloved - Rated T

"Win doesn't know I'm doing this, and… hell, if she ever finds it she'll think it's morbid and I'll just delete it, but…" George frowns and looks off into the distance. "Maybe I'll delete it myself. But I can't--shake the feeling. … Just a feeling." "Darlin'--" he starts, a whisper, and Jim shakes his head furiously. "I wanna see, Bones," he whispers determinedly, but he's gripping Leonard's hand hard enough to bruise.

New Beginnings by Heavenly_Bodies - Rated T

Leave is coming to an end, but it’s just the beginning for Jim and Bones.

Anywhere With You by offensiveagentpie - Rated E

The idea came to him, as most of his more brilliant ideas do, while he was doing some tune ups on his bike. Bright late summer sunlight streamed off of the hood of the Corvette parked in the drive way and something just clicked for Jim Kirk.

We were all wrong by GalaxyPixel - Rated G

The students in the English class of James Kirk are trying to find out who he's going to marry. It definitely can't be the other English teacher, McCoy, who doesn't seem to like Kirk at all, right??

The Unbirthday Gift by gadgetorious - Rated G

McCoy decides to show Jim how much his friendship means to him and takes him out for his birthday. Only it's not his birthday.

Renovation by unicorncoalition (canistakahari) - Rated E

Jim has a whammy put on him by an alien death ray and he suddenly craves domesticity. He's crazy with longing to shop at space!Ikea and get potted bamboo and he starts looking into adopting AND HE HATES HIMSELF AND CANNOT CONTROL THE SHIT. Luckily, McCoy is drunk all the time and plays house.

5 times someone found out about Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy, and one time everybody did by noelia_g - Rated G

The night before the first day of their five-years mission they all meet for drinks in one of the less frequented bars on campus. It's not easy to fit an evening out into their respective schedules, but Gaila insists and Jim backs her up, even threatening to make this his first order as the Enterprise's captain.

All Of Your Heroes And Saints by acetamide - Rated M

Leonard McCoy has met so many people in his profession that there isn't a single superpower left that surprises him. Until he meets Jim Kirk.

Recreational Activities by laughter_now - Rated T

Just how this away mission turned into a camping trip, including a campfire and shared stories, Nyota had no idea. It might be that she's somewhat distracted by the sudden display of PDA between her Captain and his CMO…

normal's overrated anyway by soniclipstick (veriscence) - Rated T

At his thirtieth birthday party, Jim asks Bones to marry him. Bones tells him that normal people go on dates first.

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