#🕊.anon

[starkeysprincess]

how would dove!reader react to rafe shouting at her?

read abt dove!reader here

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ooo honestly all she wants in life is peacefulness and love, hence why she’s always the mediator between the kooks and pogues.

she’s the type to cry when she’s overwhelmed or frustrated. she’s feels so much and is honestly just a sensitive girly.

dove is also the kind of girl who apologizes often even if there’s nothing she should be apologizing for (she’s so me)

she’s used to being yelled at because of her parents so when rafe shouts at her, she’s immediately apologizing as she’s getting all teary-eyed and her lips are quivering.

as much as rafe doesn’t like yelling at her and hates to admit it, he likes seeing her cry, it makes her more vulnerable than she already is but he doesn’t let her know that, instead he’s telling her, “I’m sorry dove, I shouldn’t have reacted like that”

[woundedoves]

Omg omg omg thank you for the Blade crumbs

Also finally someone doesn't write him as a sadistic emotionless brain dead dom daddy aaaaa

Him thinking he doesn't deserve his mate makes more sense than the usual ''youre mine'' trope associated with him

Imagining mara stricken Blade using you without him realizing because of his mara and feeling so shameful and guilty once he's regained his senses ueueue

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Head empty rn. Just Blade.

- 🎀

yes! i dont shame anyone for the way they consume media abt a character but its just not my preference because it kind of goes against his very character?

he doesn’t think of himself as a person he’s a weapon of destruction and only that

thats why he calls himself blade in the first place though i dont think yingxing is completely gone, i think those small, rare but tender moments you share w him in the act of any form of intimacy, yingxing is there again, even if its for just a moment

and about your little prompt, god i think that would destroy blade. even if he doesnt love with his whole being, he still cares so damn much about you that he’s not just a weapon of destruction but your weapon of destruction, your… yingxing, he already is not that into sex and if he discovers or he thinks you’re using him just for that or just for his mara stricken version? i dont think you’d ever see him ever again

[coff-in]

nono, expand on the free-use pet thing (ФωФ) that sounds hot!! (　＾ω＾)

- 🕊

notes from coff-in: thank you 🕊 anon... for letting me go wild and crazy... i've never actually partook in sex ever but i see cnc and free use posts on my dashboard all the time on tumblr while logged in here, so i have... so i just got an idea, it's not much sadly :3c

[gender neutral] reader-insert, NSFW, mentions of incest

i had just though of andrew and ashley keeping as like a sex pet. idk if they'd do that to their sibling (maybe they would actually) but they would have a safeword in place just in case. I REALLY JUST THOUGHT OF ANDREW AND ASHLEY PUTTING [READER] IN A MUZZLE... and a collar and just like... calling them a good puppy while they fuck them whenever...

like i'm just imagining [reader] being so obedient towards them, doing the killing and hiding the bodies and doing whatever they ask, and one of them (probs ashley) just makes a comment like "aren't you just the most obedient little puppy? andy could learn from you" and something just... like unlocks for them all at the same moment. once they move to someplace safe and are more open with themselves (this is a burial route thing), andrew or ashley takes [reader] "on walks" and it's just them going to the grocery store or smth with [reader] collared and on a leash. at home, they all have an agreement that the graves siblings can use/fuck [reader] whenever they want to. this leads to sex happening in the kitchen, living room, car, maybe even the garden too

like maybe andrew has to do something on the laptop or he's reading a book and goes "man i gotta stick my dick in something rn" (most believable andrew dialogue /joking) and picks up [reader] so they can cockwarm him and he's like "much better". maybe ashley can't get andrew to have sex because he's busy so she goes to [reader] and has them lap at her cunt so she can de-stress, "oh fuck! such a good puppy! you-- oh fu-- you really know how to use your tongue huh? hm?"

whenever [reader] gets horny they refer to it as their "heat" and they have a big messy threesome in bed. just a shit ton of wet plapping, hair pulling, spanking mayhaps?, degradation, praise, orgasm denial followed up by overstimulation--- just a whole cacophony of degeneracy and lust

(afterwards ashley forces andrew to get water and towels while her and [reader] stay in bed to cuddle and calm down because aftercare is very important)

i just wanna be used by them. please please please---

----

coff-in

[xo-cod]

i can get behind mean/rough Simon but soft Simon has my heart in the palm of his hand. Soft Simon bc although it’s difficult for him to accept affection or be doted upon; once he gets the hang of it - this man loves hard and nobody can change my mind.

Soft Simon bc though he’s damaged, he’s still loved and it drives him up the wall. Simon who won’t participate in PDA but will hook pinkies together when standing close enough - but that doesn’t mean he won’t manhandle you in the bedroom and have you drooling all over yourself.

Soft Simon bc he deserves to be loved.

<3

-🕊️

soft simon, my beloved <33 🥹🥺

the man that grew up thinking he didn't deserve love clinging onto you like a koala in bed, wrapped up as best as he can to feel your skin under his touch <33

the same man who was uncomfortable and rigid with outright pda always finds a way to have those subtle lingering touches whether it be a small caress on your arm or his hand placed on the small of your back. at least some part of him always touching you so that he knows you're alive and you're with him <33

the same man who grew up surrounding by darkness and blood begging for another kiss before bed, not wanting to sleep until he had his fill with you <33

the same man who everyone thought was utterly cold hearted and ruthless always cracking some lame dad joke as you both bake together because he adores how the smile lights up your face, already knowing he would remember this moment for years to come <33

[jagerstian]

Im realizing I don't actually know how to just doodle

[zweiginator]

The way the world would have been opened up to me after that dicking

Trying to chase that high with other people, but Patrick's the only one that has managed to both set the bar and uphold it

Too proud to go after him again until you become so frustrated when you get let down over and over again

-🕊

patrick is the king of situationships. strings girls along for months (maybe even years) and takes them on dates and says they're the only girl for him until he's seen with someone else literally the same night.

so he's constantly getting spit at and drinks thrown on him but he just fucking loves the chase. loves a good challenge. and it's easy for you to become obsessed with him when all you've known is shitty sex wit a boyfriend who didn't treat you all that well.

you're enamored with patrick and he fucks you just like you need. he's casually dominant and pays for expensive dinners but every time you have the what are we? talk--it ends in you screaming at him, and him telling you he just doesn't want to commit.

so you stop texting him after a particularly explosive argument. you tell him if he can't commit then you'll just be on your way.

and you keep your promise of not chasing him. you go on dates and hook up with guys you meet at parties but none of them carry that spark you had with patrick.

[sapphicwriterao3]

🕊️ here to explain punishments that mommy has given me before. not quite sure why i’m being made to humiliate myself since i’ve been a very good girl recently, but here we are 🙄

like mommy said in her reply to my first ask, 200 spankings was one of them. although that was only on my ass and i’m pretty sure it was more than that. unfortunately for mommy i love spankings so that on its own wasn’t enough. i also had to spank my clit with a wooden spoon, and i’m 99% sure i spanked my tits a few times too?

which brings us to the next point, nipple clamps the entire time. i think i had them on for about 45 minutes? it was going to be longer, but i begged and begged and begged for them to come off, and she finally took pity on me. but not before she had me flick them for her, and also she had made me lie face down on the bed for a bit, pushing against them to make sure I really felt it.

mommy also makes me cockwarm a lot. she made me cockwarm my fingers, and when i was face down against the bed, i couldn’t help but grind onto my hand a bit, it was RIGHT THERE!! but mommy had to punish me more, because i was not allowed to touch my clit yet. she said she was going to teach me self control, and made me place a finger on my clit, but i was NOT allowed to move it at all. i didn’t want to know what would happen if i disobeyed so i kept it there, it was torturous. i could feel it throbbing against my finger, my pussy was dripping and i was whining so much.

i think that’s was around when i got to take the clothespins off. but they went straight back on, this time one on each of my pussy lips and one on my clit. it hurt. a lot. i asked mommy if i could use something other than the clothespins, and so she let me take them off. and then i had to hold an ice cube on my clit until it melted, while my pussy was stuffed with ice too. (if anyone else is going to use ice, please be very careful. it needs to be melted a little bit before you start to avoid burns, and also you should check each piece to make sure there’s no sharp edges. pain is nice but you do not want lasting injuries!!! also don’t use it inside too often, having water up there frequently can disturb your ph. stay safe!!)

anyways, i’m sure there’s details i have accidentally missed. from other sessions, mommy has been known to make me keep my panties in my mouth (and sometimes put them back on after), or to scroll through her likes and spank my clit every time i see something i like. we’ve also played with my ass a bit, but i’m pretty new to that, so it’s never really been as punishment.

oh, we also used mommy’s wheel a bit at the start. but i was having some.. issues with it so we moved in from that pretty quickly.

i hope this was enough detail mommy

-🕊️

thank you, princess.

for the record, you and I both know I'm making you do this because you love the humiliation.

does that answer your question, @catgirlinheatsquared?

[dnpbeats]

ive been saying: hard launch retrospective. how did we get here? revisiting and celebrating 15 years. old footage. new footage. joy all around.

(im going to die on this hill i swear. i want it so bad i can taste it)

ANON I SEE THE VISION OKAY LIKE LISTEN everything you just said in a documentary. ticketed livestream release like dan did with WAD. perhaps some kind of livestream q&a attached where they talk about the process of making it and how it felt to look back. and at the end of it a 2025/2026 tour announcement bc the doc was to celebrate d&p and now they're doing a tour to celebrate the fans do you see it

[embersofhope-if]

EMBERS OF HOPE?? BACK?? YIPPEE YIPPEE

welcome back!! i hope you’re well and looking after yourself!

YIPPEE!!

thank you anon i hope you're well too:3

[carnivorous-parasite]

Have this tf2 thought that has been plaguing my mind today (and potential fic/ficlet idea for you to steal if you feel inclined 👀):

I adore the headcanon that medic gives all the mercs check-ups, and it gives me the idea of it being spy’s turn and medic does that one thing where doctors feel your stomach to check out your organs but surprise surprise…it tickles 🤭 and OF COURSE spy cant admit/reveal that, he’s a mature adult who is NOT ticklish 🙄 but medic is not dumb and he notices and teases spy about it 🫶

“Whats the matter? What is so funny?!” “Stop moving, im trying to make sure you are healthy, mein freund!”

Spy then promptly melts into a puddle…poor fella

Anyway god bless ticklish old men *salutes*

OHOHOHOOOO 👀👀👀👀 I LOOOVE THIS I hope my writing can do it justice o wise one

Routine checkups. Medic did them once every month. However pointless or unnecessary they felt to Spy, Medic went out of his way to ensure everybody recieved theirs, and he was no exception. 

Medic pulled him from his thoughts by rather rudely snatching the cigarette from his lips. "How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke in here? Especially not during a check-up, for gods sake." he scolded as he had countless times before. He knew Spy had no intention of listening, of course, but even still insisted on arguing his point. What was he if not persistent, after all?

Spy only rolled his eyes. It was a response he offered quite often. 

Not bothering to push it, Medic continued on with the current task- he knew just how impatient Spy tended to be.

He moved his hands to Spys stomach, lightly pressing his fingers into his skin, only to then have the Frenchman jerk rather suddenly away from the touch. 

"Are you alright?" Medic asked, quirking a brow, "Did that hurt?"

Spy, on the other hand, had never wanted to crawl into a hole and die more in his life.

"I'm- fine. Startled me, is all. Your hands are cold." he lied, trying his best to keep his tone nonchalant. He hoped and prayed his expression wouldn't give away the fact he was lying through his teeth. "..You may continue."

Spy cursed himself in his head for stumbling over his words the way he had. In quite literally any other scenario, he was an excellent liar, even when it came to making something up on the spot- it was part of his job, after all- so then why on earth was this proving so difficult for him?

But Medic wasn't born yesterday. He was insane, yes, but stupid? Absolutely not. This was far from the first time he'd elicited such a reaction from a teammate.

"Ah, I see. My apologies." Medic replied in the most innocent tone he could muster. The checkup could wait. It wasn't often he got to see Spy vulnerable like this- and, come to think of it, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him crack a real, genuine smile.

Medic continued, though now he was much more purposefully pressing his fingers into Spy's stomach. "Hmm, you are quite tense, though. Are you certain there's nothing wrong?" 

Spy opened his mouth to reply, but whatever he'd been trying to say was cut short by an undignified squeak as the Doctor prodded at one of his sides. If Spy had to hazard a guess, he'd say his face was just about the same red as Medic's gloves right about now.

Before he had any time to process it, Medic had started kneading at both of his sides, and he couldn't for the life of him hold back the wave of giggles that came up his throat, though his hands quickly shot up to cover his mouth in some attempt to muffle the embarrassing noise. 

"My, someone is rather giggly today." Medic grinned, as if he didn't know damn well what he was doing already. "Is something funny?"

Spy had no intention of dignifying him with a reply, much less did he trust his voice at the moment. He moved one hand from his mouth to try and shove Medic off (to no avail, of course). 

"Ah-ah, none of that, Herr Spy. I need to ensure you are healthy!" Medic chided, taking both of the other man's wrists into one hand and holding his arms firmly above his head, his free hand continuing its spidering and scribbling at his sides. "Why ever are you wiggling so much, anyway? You've never given me this much trouble."

"Doctor-!" Spy managed.

Medic paused, if only to allow Spy to speak. "Ja?"

Spy took a breath, trying to compose himself as if it would recover even a shred of his dignity. "You- this- This is highly unprofessional-"

"What is?" Medic asked coyly, resuming, moving from his sides to his stomach, sending him right back into another fit of giggles. "I don't see what's unprofessional about me giving you a checkup. You're the one being fussy about it."

His hand travelled upwards. "Do try and hold still. I need to make sure you have all your ribs." 

"What- what do you mean, 'have all of'- of COURSE I do!" Spy protested indignantly.

"We can't be sure unless I check. I'm the doctor here, Spy." He scolded, running a single finger down his ribcage. "Let's see- one, two, three.." 

Spy jerked away, biting his lip and holding his breath to stifle any laughter he could trust to escape. Medic clicked his tongue. "No, you come back here, silly! You made me lose count." 

Oh my god, Spy thought to himself, he is trying to kill me.

It took 4 more tries, but eventually, against all odds, Spy was able to hold perfectly still. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to hold his giggles, but he took the small victories where he could. Finally, Medic released his arms, withdrawing his hands. 

"Hm, everything looks good! Though maybe next time I could do without the squirming. You nearly kicked me." he scolded playfully. Spy hugged himself for protection, still just barely giggling under his breath.

Medic's grin widened. "You know, I can't help but notice you didn't ask me to stop. Not even once, in fact."

Spy couldn't argue with that, as much as he wanted to.

i. got carried away writing this one

it started as a lil ficlet and soon i was hitting 1000 words ;-; 

anyway i hope this is good???????????? i love the idea so much its so canon. feedback always appreciated <333

[uplatterme]

I FINISHED THE ATTENDANT!THOMA ONE FINALLY AAAA.

Should the next one be Consort!Aether, RoyalScientist!Albedo or Childe/Scara as a War Prisoner?

So, Thoma was hired as your personal attendant a couple years back when you took the throne. 

At first, he was nervous and stiff, which he later admitted was due to the fact he was a bit intimidated by you at first. 

Over time, seeing pretty much every side of you and going on a fair amount of adventures with him in the realm of politics, he loosened up. 

Eventually he even considered himself a close friend instead of just a hired hand. 

In recent times however… something else had been growing. 

From admiration and pride to be serving such a person.. to a strange feeling in his stomach whenever he looked for too long.

A feeling that filled his chest and made him feel like he could burst. 

He even asked the royal physician if it was some sort of condition… which ended with him being shoo’d out of the office. 

It got especially bad when you teased him. 

Sometimes you’d partially unbutton your shirt and loosen your tie when going over documents

Other times you’d hug him from behind to catch him off guard

And there was this one time when… well, it makes him flustered just thinking about it- but you’d ordered him to eat something off your plate “to make sure it isn’t poisoned”. He’d ended up sat next to you being fed finger foods and cakes. 

He almost cried in embarrassment that night- especially when a maid walked in and saw them.

Thoma cleared his throat, his face still feeling hot just thinking about that incident. Archons, it was like you meant for that to happen with the way you looked so smug after..

“Actually.. speaking of her, it’s actually time to go wake her up..” he mumbled to himself, lifting his pocket watch up to his face. 

His footsteps rang down the hall, the castle already bustling with life even at this early hour. Maids swept the floors and bookshelves, the kitchen was alive with the sound of pots and pans, and someone was practicing the violin somewhere on a balcony.

The sounds and smells of the castle at this hour were so familiar to him at this point. He hummed to the tune of the distant instrument, opening the large wooden doors to your room when- 

“Good morning, your gra-“ he stopped mid-sentence… “um… y-your grace? why are you not dressed yet..?” He said, fumbling with his words. You sat on the bed, a silken robe the only thing covering you. The top part was just loose enough that your chest was in view, and the bottom part was certainly.. short. 

“Mmm? Is there something wrong, dear?” You asked, sleepily. Your eyes trailed up to your attendant’s flushed face, him looking anywhere but at you. You mouth curled into a smile. 

“It’s almost time for breakfast… should you not already be dressed, your majesty?” He finally looked at you, his hand coming up to cover his mouth and cheeks. He let out a sigh before turning to your closet, beginning to rummage through it for something for you to quickly put on before the day’s start. 

You stand up, quietly waking up behind him. Just as he stood back up, you wrapped your arms around him, pushing yourself against him. He gasped “Your grace- what are you doing??” He whisper-yelled at you. 

“Thoma” you whispered into his ear. He froze, not a single muscle moving. Well, except for the one moving his blood around, considering how hot his face flat by now. “Can you do something for me, dear?”

He swallowed thickly, “Yes, your majesty.. what do you need?”. Your hands came to grip his waist, at which he jumped slightly. “Could you go ahead and sit on the bed for me?” your breath was hot on his ear. 

“O-oh… of course..” he replied, walking back and sitting once you released him. You follow, standing in front of him. You leaned down, one hand coming to his hips as you begin to suck on his neck. 

“Wh- your grace what- mm.. what’re you d-doing” his whole body tensed as you began to push him down onto the bed, taking your sweet time with marking him up. “Something I’ve been thinking about for a long time now..”

“The reason I’ve been rejecting so many suitors.. is because none of them can compare..” your hand made its way under his shirt and up his chest- his breathing becoming more erratic as you do. “How can I think of some far-off suitor when the perfect prince has been served to me on a silver platter..?”

He moaned your name at both the implied praise, and that your hand had begun toying with his nipple. “F-fuck.. please~” he whined, grabbing at your other hand. A chuckle escaped your mouth as you swiftly brought a knee to his crotch. Using the hand on his hip, you pushed him into it, moving your knee to match the movements. 

His hand snapped up to his mouth to try to muffle his surprised moans at this action. You scoff, stopping all movement. “wh-why’d you stop..?” He whined, moving his hips to try to get some friction. 

“You shouldn’t hide those cute little noises from me..” you say, grabbing his hands and tying them with a nearby scarf for good measure. He squirmed under you, “Is that really n-necessary?”. “Mhm”

He purses his lips and looks away. His eyes widened when his shirt was pulled over his head, resting on his arms. Your knee came back to its rightful place between his legs, and he shamelessly began grinding himself on it. He gasped and whimpered when your mouth closed over his nipple, sucking and licking it. Your hands toyed with him, manipulating his body effortlessly. 

Thoma just couldn’t help himself- the whole situation was too hot for him to handle. He began whining about being close, his eyes tearing up and his hips loosing control. 

Yet again, however, you stopped. Before he could begin whining, your hands had already pulled down his pants and underwear. He let out a squeak, looking away from his hard-on in embarrassment. “So excited just for me, huh dove~?” you teased, your hands already touching his tip. 

“Mmh- haaah~~ I- I can’t! Please, don’t stop,” “I don’t plan to, little dove” 

Your hands enveloped him, jerking him off at a quick pace that had him squirming and begging. He wasn’t even sure what anymore, whines of “please!” And versions of your name or title slipping from his drooling, open mouth. 

His eyes rolled back as ropes of cum shot from his cock, spilling onto his stomach as tears rolled down his cheeks.

His head fell to the side, panting. “Your grace.. I…” he caught his breath for a moment, looking into your eyes with adoration. “Thank you..”

“Oh, Thoma..” you tut, “I’m not even close to being done with you..”

A maid with a tray walked up to the two giant wooden doors, the pastries on her tray still warm from the oven. She knocked before pushing open the doors. 

“Your breakfast, your eminence..” she bowed her head, then looked at you. You gestured to your desk, and she swiftly set the tray down. 

“Thank you, Reylin,” you say, waving her out the door. 

Her eyes widened as she noticed the blonde man laying in your bed, drool still running out of his mouth, and dark marks littering his neck and chest. 

She quickly made her way out, blushing madly at the sight. 

The consorts would not be happy about this… 

-🕊️ anon

oh my god. i’m blushing.

he’s so *screams*

fuck being an attendant, he’ll be your lifetime partner now 😠

[starkeysprincess]

no cus dove reader would be the peace keeper between the pouges and kooks, and she would have such a quiet voice, like one of those gentle parenting voices.

say pope and rafe were fighting, there's dove!reader breaking it up.

EVERYONE loves her, the kids, teenagers, adults & seniors, reader is everyone's favorite in outerbanks.

like, reader be helping kids after the fall because rafe is to busy being a complete ass and laughing at them, but don't worry, he'll get a scolding after, and dove!reader would make him apologize to the kid.

and she scolds barry if he gives any type of drugs to teenagers, making him give there money back and he as to take the drugs back.

more of dove!reader

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you're 100% right, she has a gentle parenting voice, like that girl cannot yell for the life of her, even if she tried.

her and pope have a lot in common so she would for sure defend him over rafe, which would piss rafe off. she doesn't like yelling but one point when rafe was taking it too far and she yelled as loud as she (which again, she has such a soft voice so her yelling isn't as loud as she'd want it to be) can for him to stop and rafe is completely taken aback cause she's never yelled like that before.

truly, everyone loves her, she's so sweet and caring to those around her. if she saw someone in need of help, she was already on it. kids, teens, adults, and seniors adore dove!reader, no one ever has anything bad to say about her because there isn't anything to say, it's always good things!

as soon as she sees a kid fall, she's helping them and the same goes if she sees them crying, she's running over to them to soothe them while rafe is laughing like the asshole he is, which she scolds him later for it, telling him he needs to apologize which he later on does (cause he's whipped)

i can see her scolding at him like a mother would to her child. he'd have his ass handed to him by her in the nicest way possible, hell, even he can't be a dick to her even if he tried.

[bungo-neurodivergent-dogs]

" As a person with paranoid schizophrenia ,, headcanning (is that the right word?) Nikolai as schizophrenic comforts me so much. "

"You know, having a disorder that is demonized all over the world since you were a child is very difficult. People mistreat you and give you a lot of strange stereotypes. So, having a headcannon of a character who is also schizophrenic really, really comforts me. He is so me and I am so him, and that makes me so happy. Lets go schizophrenic nikolai gang!!!!"

Requested by 🕊anon.

[coff-in]

HAII GUESS WHO'S BACK AGAIN!! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

can i request ashley with a fem reader (either the same one, or a different one entirely) but with ashley's like... unhingedness and yandere(?) attitude cranked up to the max? like, reader can already hardly talk to anyone else as is but i feel like with that cranked up more than usual, she probably really tries to isolate reader from friends, potential love interests, and even family members to a certain extent. (　＾∀＾)

i'd imagine jobs are super finicky too, reader can probably never hold down a job too well because of whatever ashley throws a fit, likely over reader leaving (reader tries to have the discussion that she needs job because job = money!! it probably works at first and then falls onto deaf ears later on (　・ω・))

if reader tries to leave the situation? ashley probably blackmails her into staying with whatever she has for leverage or do the classic old "i'm the only person willing to be by you!!" type shtick that manipulative people tend to do ( ｡ﾟДﾟ｡) if reader does leave successfully you bet there's going to be hell until ashley inevitably finds reader. i am running out of fuel though;; so insert potential dubcon/noncon situation here

i should've specified this earlier and you don't need to rewrite my one req bcs you didn't know but i just ask for no incest in my asks due to some personal reasons ( ＞Д＜；) please don't feel bad, though, since you didn't know!! i'm pretty much open to anything but incest and all the grossout fetishes, though! ^^ again, i am so sorry for the inconvenience on that part!! ( ´д｀､)

also ^^ just assume all my reqs will be fem or gen neutral reader ﾟ+.ﾟ(´▽`人)ﾟ+.ﾟ

- 🕊

notes from coff-in: i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable about the incest (i think it might've been the petplay one? but lmk if i'm wrong if you want to). BUT thank you for telling me this! i'll try to keep it in mind in the future when responding to your asks :) and thank you for requesting! :D there's no smut in here, just some dialogue and me trying to get a hang of their dynamics is all. you can interpret this as the previous [reader] to your other asks if you want :3 lmk what you think

[fem] reader-insert

The phone rings once, twice, thrice. Then once, twice, and thrice again. You're hoping that he'll pick up. You don't know how long Ashley'll stay asleep. Your worry and frustration grows as you notice how cold you're getting, standing outside. The sky is blue but not sunny. It is very early in the morning. You made sure to come out at this time on purpose.

Once, twice, thrice-- and then it picks up.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side is low and groggy. You obviously had just woken him up. Good, you think, he should be awake. I should be inconveniencing him.

"Andrew. It's [reader]." You don't try to make small talk, you want to get straight to the point with this, "Have you talked to Ashley recently?"

He groans, "Yeah... I talked to her yesterday. Why?" The cold air only adds to the apparent bitterness in your voice.

"Can you please tell her that I have to leave the house to work so I can make money?"

There's a tense pause... "What?"

You sigh, "Ashley won't let me leave to go to work. I am politely asking you to talk to her about letting me go to work." You look back at your apartment, where Ashley decided to sleep over for the night. You hope she's still asleep. "She usually listens to you." She used to listen to you, too.

It's Andrew's turn to sigh. "I can't make her do anything, [reader]--"

"At least fucking try! Please..." You add on that last part in order to not sound like an asshole. "I'm sure the last thing you want is her or me asking you for money. I'm trying to support her too, Andrew, but she's not making it easy. I'm asking you to help me." There are cars loudly passing by and you try to focus on them to calm yourself down. You feel... scared. Scared that this won't work. Scared about what Ashley would do if she caught you talking about her like this. You used to not be scared of her. "And I doubt your parents would fucking help me..."

"Bloody hell..." Andrew groaned and shuffled around on his end of the call, "I'll... I'll, uh, see what I can do." It sounded forced from him. Take your fucking time, you scowl at your phone.

"Thank you." You then promptly hang up the call and stuff your phone in your pocket. You stand outside in the cold for a little bit longer. The birds chirp their songs on the bare branches of trees and clear sky contrasts just nicely against the dark landscape of your apartment's parking lot. You like the blue hour.

But like every hour, it comes and goes, and so do you. You turn tail and climb the steps back to your apartment. Walking down the hallway as quietly as possible, you take out your keys and put them into the lock. However, before you can open the door, it opens for you and you're face-to-face with Ashley Graves.

Shit.

"Where were you?" She's staring you down with a death glare, her face dark and pink eyes burning through your skin and soul. She's mad. She's mad and that's never a good thing. You try your best to steel yourself.

"I was downstairs."

"Why? How come you didn't wake me? What was so important that you had to get up and leave without me?!" She was raising her voice as she dragged you into the apartment, violently slamming the door behind you. You held back a frustrated sigh but couldn't stop a frown from appearing on your face.

"I had to call Andrew for help." The mention of his name made her pause for a bit. You took that window of opportunity to explain yourself, "I asked him to help me with my job. I'm-- we're a little tight on money, Ash. You preventing me from working isn't helping either."

"As if you'd be better working with a bunch of fucking floozies!" She yells with her hands balled into fists, "I'm doing you a fucking service by making you stay here! Those no good whore would probably flaunt all over you and make you do all the hard work by yourself!"

"Ashley..."

"Besides, you don't need to work anyways. Why not just ask you parents for money or something? Why not stay here with me?!"

"Ashley!" You yell at her, causing her to open her eyes and look at you. "I have to work! I have no one else to ask for help because of you! I don't talk to my parents, I have no friends to help, and I barely even talk to my coworkers. All! Because! Of you!" You stomp your foot on the floor childishly, but you can't help it. It's all too familiar. You're just going through the motions at this point. "I'm trying my best to be there for you, Leyley, but you make it so hard! I need you to back off! Give me some space to breathe, please!"

She looks at you bewildered, eyes wide and eyebrows bent downwards. She slowly looks down away from you. "You need some space, huh?"

Oh god dammit. "Ash..."

"I get it. No one wants me around them."

"Ashley."

"I'm just the fuck up of the family, aren't I? But guess, what! So. Are. You. We have no friends, no family, not lovers-- we're stuck with each other." She stares at you with intensity, "You chose me. YOU CHOSE TO BE WITH ME!!! No one else is going to take you in! Only I can love you for the fuck up that you are! No one else can love you the way I do! No you whore mother, not fucking Andrew, NO ONE ELSE BUT ME!" She comes closer and tugs on your shirt, your noses practically touching each other. "You have no one else but me. Got it?"

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coff-in

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I made manicotti last night and the entire time I was thinking about how I was making it for the 141 (for motivation ofc) and how much they just need to be taken care of bc they’re precious babes who deserve a break and a warm home-cooked meal ):

<3

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aww they do !! :(( especially being away from family and even if they know how to cook the basics, it's just to ensure they don't starve. just eating the minimum so they have enough energy to get through the day.

until you came along and cooked for them and their hearts absolutely melting in pieces. you making sure they ate until they genuinely felt full, taking your time to know their preferences and cooking something that falls in line with that.

simon and price being so shocked because they hadn't had someone like that in years, someone that cared enough about him let alone cook a meal that was his favourite. them both just looking at you with pure love, pure adoration, pure shock that you could be so gentle and so kind hearted

gaz and soap getting all soft because your cooking reminds them of home and they can't exptess how grateful they are for you. your food reminding them that even if the world was crass and horrible, there was always something to look forwards to <33

and theh adore when you cook because it has the one thing they can't find anywhere, love

[mihai-florescu]

I think something missing from this discussion is the fact that enstars as a whole places its characters under some form of an archetype or (external, internal) assumption/limitation, and then allows the character to break free. this also adds on to the grander scheme of akira incorporating and then breaking the pre-established harmony (leibniz's philosophical theory about causation under God, which is named across various ES stories & even song lyrics. though in our case, God could be taken as author and audience. how this manifests in the enstars world is a more nuanced subject I won't address here).

so, yes, eichi fits under archetypes himself, and this is done on purpose. however, he breaks away from both the 'powerful cartoony student council antagonist' and the 'sad & pathetic lonely rich boy' by existing in a balance (or paradox) of both willful cruelty and innocence. he's a coldly refined high-class boy with fine-tuned mannerisms, and also a stupid teenager with a terrible sense of humour and a knack for making puns that nobody laughs at. he's a neglected and helpless little boy in a cold hospital room, and also someone who was capable of weaving and dealing a tidal wave of pain so massive it could break and reform people's lives. he is a rational pillar, raised to be the caricature of a pure-bred conglomerate heir in an uptight old money family, and he is one of the most unstable and self-deluded characters in the whole cast. he has a deranged, almost monstrous will to stay alive and warp the world as he sees fit, to be an author and a protagonist, and yet he is brutally fragile and plagued by so much guilt and shame that, at times, he'd rather erase himself from the script altogether.

there's a million more examples I could give for his contradictory nature, but it boils down to this: perpetually, eichi is a compass pointing in two opposite directions, and the only thing holding him together at the seams is love: the one he carries and the one he receives in turn. love, as paradoxically and as universally human as ever, keeps him alive and destroys him to the core.

all I'm doing is barely scratching one inch of the surface, and yet I still get terribly sad when he gets boiled down to or described as "the sick rich guy who was into a theater kid and started a war :P" when he is so much more. he is an antagonist, a protagonist, an author, a puppet and a stage actor. he is a narrative microcosm, and I think he can offer so much to any reader who takes the time and care to reach a hand out to him!

I almost didnt want to publish this after reading and rereading it, i think you put it all so beautifully. But i need to post it so hopefully more people will see and reconsider their perception of eichi. A truly beautiful ask to end the night with