#I did mean for this to be an apology and it became a rant again. I'm so sorry. but yeah... :'D I'm so fucking sorry. I'm such a bitch

[dootznbootz]

I feel kind of bad about that post I made talking about how Odysseus would never sacrifice his family to save his own skin while I didn't give a name, I hope that person doesn't feel bad or that they get hate. As I don't want to gatekeep someone's interpretation of the Odyssey but also...while I guess you could claim that he would do that, there's so much MORE evidence as to how he would literally rather be stabbed than see his wife and son have even a splinter

Her rejecting him at first put him in a bad position. Honestly, in an alternate universe, where she didn't accept him or trick him that night, I think the poor guy would've cried himself to sleep again in that separate cot. He'd probably cry to Athena and ask if he did something wrong.

It would probably be an "awkward morning" of Odysseus and Penelope silently doing their things (not bringing up suitors' parents right now. And Odysseus would probably tell Telemachus to not say anything stupid.) and eventually, everything would bubble up out of Odysseus and honestly, I could see him straight up begging her to accept him. Not even caring about how he appeared to others.

Honestly, if she DID take a lover in that time...I think he'd either accept it and just...wander? Around Ithaca as a beggar as he doesn't want to be away from them but if they won't accept him, what else can he do? OR if she had another lover, (War flashback of the shitty retelling where Penelope has an affair) he'd probably kill the lover as let's be honest, Odysseus is basically a Yandere, to put it simply. Touch the wife, you get the knife.

And yeah, he doesn't JUST want his family.

"Oh, he wants to not be in constant danger."

"He just wants to go back to Ithaca."

"He wants to be king again."

Boy howdy, he sure does!!! But if, for example, Penelope and Telemachus for some reason moved to somewhere else? IDK, AU where they permanently moved to Sparta, hanging with Helen and Menelaus, and she didn't remarry or something. He'd be like "Shit, okay, BRB." And go to them. He'd probably have them all go back to Ithaca but still, THEY ARE HIS HOME. They make Ithaca home. Any place is home as long as he has them.

Despite having the opportunity to wed the most beautiful woman in the world, he took the Oath so then he could marry Penelope. And even then, it wasn't "for sure" as he had to race her dad. He did so much simply to have the CHANCE to marry her even though he probably wasn't planning on getting married as he brought no gifts. And he did so much so then he wouldn't have to leave the life they had built together and their young baby.

He could've had ANYONE. Went ANYWHERE. Did ANYTHING and he still wanted THEM.

Like??? Holy shit. This guy would do ANYTHING for them. I mean that's kind of why he's considered to be so "scummy" in how ride or die he is for them and basically a bitch to everyone else. That's what makes him SO different from many of his peers.

Person: Would you rather have your family- Odysseus: Family, always. Person: I didn't even say it yet- Odysseus: I don't fucking care. Always family. Person: Even if it meant you got immortality and a hot goddess for a wife? Odysseus: You act like that's a good thing? That was literally torture. Fuck you. I already have a hot Water Wife™ that I get the privilege to drown in every day. She gave me a wonderful Water Son™ who is the light of my eyes and who I am more proud to be the father of than I am of being the son of an Argonaut Person: Even if I give you a million dollars? Odysseus, acting nonchalant while Penelope picks the person's pockets: As if we can't get that on our own. Person: You'd die? Odysseus: I'll set myself on fire if I have to. Person: ...Okay, new question. Would you rather lose your family- Odysseus: The other option. Always. Person: Even torture? Odysseus: I never said I would like it, just that I would do it. Person: Even yeet a baby?! Odysseus: I'll punt the baby if I have to. It's not like I wanna but I gotta do what I gotta do.

And so on and so forth. You GET IT.

[huhniebowl]

A Dare’s a Dare

Elliot x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smutt & also a try at some plot...pray he never sees this

a/n: whew...hey guys. long time no SEE! it’s been a hot minute & i’m so sorry about that. please accept this gift as an apology...i didn’t even mean to make this so long, & i definitely still need to make corrections, but alas, here we are. please enjoy & maybe leave a comment? i love reading your guys reactions/thoughts! :)

a/a/n: wait, also, can we talk about cochella? because i was SAT! mama’s boy is already my favoritee.

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One of the lightbulbs in the bathroom flicker as you lean down to sniff a line of coke off the porcelain sink. Then it blows out. You told Elliot weeks ago that it needed to be replaced, but as usual, his “I’ll get to it.” gets lost in all the other bullshit he spews. 

Throwing your head back, you scrunch your nose and sniff. Not yet used to the burn.

Unrolling the five-dollar bill, you shake it out and shove it in your pocket. He left it in the bathroom for you anyway. You do a quick sweep around to make sure there’s nothing that can show what’s been going on in there, swipe the powder off your tight long sleeve, and walk out. 

The music that was once muffled behind the door is now clear as you sway to the beat on your way back into Elliot’s room, Jules and Rue sitting on his bed with a joint between Rue’s lips. 

“Ooo, that the vanilla backwood–” You start, then stop when warm hands grab your face, and your lips are pressed against another pair. It happens so fast that you barely have time to process it before the warm body moves away. You stumble and look up. 

Elliot. 

“That wasn’t 10 seconds,” Jules calls out, leaning into Rue. They’re going straight to hell if you have any say in it. Though considering the life choices you’ve all made from the moment you crossed paths, you’ll be right there with them. Elliot too. 

“You’ve never really kissed a girl before, huh, Elly?” Rue mocks, lighting the blunt. 

Elliot leans over and whispers in your ear, “Let me keep my dignity, and I’ll let you keep my five in your pocket.” Damn. Touché. 

You shrug and nod, reaching to grab his face and pull him forward. You’re too high for this shit. 

“Start the clock.” Elliot points, looking at Rue before meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall. 

Your heart is going well over the average beat per minute, and for once, you can honestly say it wasn’t because of the line you just did. You’ve wanted Elliot since the day Rue introduced you to him. Charming, snarky, sarcastic. Qualities right out of your manifestation journal. 

The both of you clicked immediately as if you’d been a past connection. Got even closer as the year went on. 

You once considered confessing. Telling him you wanted the title of being his and him yours. But that long since died out the closer you became. You’d rather him a friend than nothing. 

So every girl he's ever brought up, fucked, confided in you about, you sat there and took it. Shoving down what you felt and ranting it all out to Rue and Jules until you felt good enough to shove it down again. You thought you were doing pretty good, well, until now, since his hands are squeezing your hips and his mouth is hot on yours. You’re more than sure your pussy rivals Niagara Falls right now. 

You know this is some fucked up dare on Jules's part nonetheless, and you really shouldn’t enable her, but fuck it. 

It’s just a kiss. 

So you melt into him, let your hands slide from his face, and rest one on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. You accidentally give them a harsh tug when Elliot pulls back a little to suck at your bottom lip while slipping a warm hand into your sweats to grope your ass. 

At the same time you whimper, he huffs out a hoarse ‘fuck’ against your lips at the tug. You open your eyes and pull back just a bit to see he’s already looking at you. Desperation is evident on his face, and his chest heaving just as much as yours. His eyes dart back down to your lips, and you can tell he’s about to go in for another kiss. You just about meet him halfway until your drug-muddled brain processes that you both aren’t alone. The harsh shrill of Jules yelling out shatters the atmosphere.

“10!” You jump, and Elliot freezes, dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his shake with laughter. Unfortunately, the new position leaves you face to face with your friends looking at you with a smugness you want to punch. You throw up your middle finger. 

“We literally yelled out 10 a good zillion times. You two were practically fucking in front of us.” 

You roll your eyes and push Elliot off when you feel him start to leave soft kisses up your neck, afraid you might actually jump him in front of company if he keeps going. Besides, that wasn’t part of the dare.

“You’re so fucking horny.” You groan, sliding down on the carpet, still trying to catch your breath. Elliot grins and takes the joint from Rue. 

“Sorry, but I couldn’t go out like that. A dare’s a dare.”

You grumble and try to ignore the ripple of hurt that rides through you. For a split second, you let yourself believe that maybe the kiss was of hidden motive. Despite it being a dare, you hoped there was at least some truth behind his touches. 

Suddenly you hate your friends for the dare, but more so yourself for letting the strong wall you built fall the second he unknowingly dove into your hidden desire. 

Your response was a bit delayed, a dry laugh as you reached out for the joint. Closing your eyes and letting your head thump against the wall after your pull. 

Fuck. 

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Time goes by, and your high eventually fades. Rue and Jules left when Jules’s dad began calling about her whereabouts. You stayed behind with Elliot, you two in the middle of a movie when your friends decided to go. 

When the credits roll, you glance at your phone. Two am. 

“Can I stay the night?” You ask, looking up from your phone. Your stomach swirls when you notice he’s already looking in your direction. Stare intense, and you wonder how long he was staring in the first place.

“It’s pretty late, and I really don’t feel like going home.” You know he’ll say yes, so you quickly text your sister and toss your phone. 

“Yeah, sure,” He rolls over and stretches, “You know where everything is to shower and shit.” 

You nod and roam around his room for a shirt and a clean pair of boxers. 

“You don’t already have a hookup planned for tonight, do you? Cause that would suck.” You laugh under your breath, turning on his orange lamp. Your back faces him while you move around, and you notice he’s silent. Too long for a joke. Not even a scoff. You turn around and see him on the edge of his bed, hands running down his face. 

“I stopped those a while ago.” You raise your eyebrows and shuffle in your spot. The air goes tense, and you don’t like it. So you try to shift it. 

“What? Ran out of girls in the area?” Your smile drops as soon as it starts when he looks up at you in annoyance. A look that’s never been directed to you. 

“No, I got tired of fucking people who didn’t give a fuck about me.” You’re immediately swallowed by guilt. You cross your arms and stop shuffling. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that.” He waves you off and gets up to grab a clean towel. 

"Mhm." He walks out to his vacant cousins' ensuite bathroom and slams the door. You jump in your spot and groan. Muttering to yourself on your way toward his bathroom. 

You brush your teeth once you’re showered and dressed. His boxers rolled down to fit your hips. His shirt smells like him, and you find yourself bringing it up to your nose any chance you get. 

Spitting out the toothpaste, you rinse your mouth and stare at yourself in the mirror. Eyes trailing down to your neck and remembering how Elliot’s lips softly moved up that sensitive part of your skin hours ago. You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t push him away. 

Would he have kept going despite having company? Bite down? You shudder, shaking your head and gripping the sink. You've stayed over at his place before, but this feels different. Something is looming over the two of you, and you don’t know if you like it. 

You give yourself a dramatic thumbs up in the mirror and walk towards his room. The orange light from before is off, and a dim glow emits instead. He turned on his string lights. 

The ones you got him for his birthday last year. You smile to yourself and see Elliot cross-legged on his bed, rolling another joint. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you, rightfully so. But it still doesn't make you feel good. You lean on his door frame and watch his fingers skillfully pearl the backwood. You know he knows you’re staring at him, but he doesn’t make a move to say anything. 

Your eyes move up to his mouth, fixating on how he uses his tongue to lick the seam of the rolling paper. His eyes flick up while doing so and lock with yours. Your breath hitches, and you watch as he trails down your body before making eye contact again. You divert your attention elsewhere, clicking your acrylics against each other. 

Elliot sighs, and you hear him place his rolling tray on his desk. 

“You just gonna stand there or help me smoke this?” A silent peace offering.

You stay by the doorway, still a little unsure, watching Elliot place the blunt between his lips and lie on his back, holding his lighter out to you. 

“Light me.” 

You huff and push off the frame, crawling on his bed and taking a seat on his window seal. The square cut out big enough for you to comfortably sit in. You grab the lighter from his hands and spark it, leaning forward to light his spliff. 

“Elliot, I’m—” Once again, his eyes meet yours, and your words die in your throat. You’re closer to him than before. His curls are still damp and loose, framing his face. Skin soft and dewy from skincare, and the amber glow from the flame. 

He’s so fucking beautiful. Being this close, your thumbs itch to rub over his apple tattoo; then over his eyebrows, then gently use the pad to pull down his plump bottom lip to watch it bounce back into place. 

They’re loosely holding on to the vanilla backwood, pink and soft. You want to kiss him again. Taste the flavored remnant that undoubtedly coats his lips the longer the joint sits there.

Elliot shuffles, and you snap out of your revere, clearing your throat. You quickly light his joint as you feel the lighter wheel heat up under your thumb. Then continue your apology. 

“I'm really sorry for earlier. What I said was fucked up.” 

“Yeah, you think?” He’s being sarcastic, but once again, deserved.

“At least the sex you’ve had meant something. They don’t just fuck off after.” Elliot takes a long pull and hands it over to you. 

“Who would’ve thought me, of all people, craved intimacy during and after a fuck.” He gives a dry laugh and blows out. 

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Elliot looks over at you. “The guys I fucked were only interested in me for that reason. A fuck.” After a pull, you let your head rest against the wall, “Led me to believe it would be something more, then left with a half-assed sentiment once I gave them what they really wanted. Never even cummed for a guy.” 

You shrug, then blow out the smoke before continuing. “So I guess we’re on the same boat then, huh?” 

You look over at Elliot, his face unreadable. Silence falls over you both like a thick blanket as you pass the joint between each other. You let him get the last hit, holding it out for him lean up and take a pull. 

He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head, eyes lidded and red as he watches you snuff out the blunt and toss it out the window. You suppose your eyes don’t look too far off from that too. 

His voice, although soft, jumps you out of the silence. 

“You’re more than just a fuck.” You suddenly find it hard to breathe. 

“You too, Elliot.” You whisper, scared to break the atmosphere you two have made. He’s quiet for a moment before continuing. 

“I wouldn’t treat you that way. At least with me, you’d cum.” 

Your heart damn near stops, and you inhale at his words. He reaches a hand out to your ankle; the pads of his fingertips cool as they rub at the warm skin over the bone. Mindlessly playing with your anklet, you shiver as his hand moves to caress your calf. 

He shuffles closer to you, and your thighs quiver at the new tension. You can’t process what’s happening anymore. What’s real, and what’s fake. 

Being high blinds the practicalness you usually have when it comes to Elliot, making everything regarding him, sugar-coated. Elliot’s processing through your brain like he’s a wad of sugary cotton candy, and you’re feigning for it bad. 

It’s why you feel your body mindlessly moving on its own as you climb down from his window and over to him. You straddle his hips, and his hands slide under your shirt like clockwork. 

He’s close enough to where his breath fans over your lips, he’s focused on them until he catches your gaze. “I know I can give you what you need.” 

You nod, letting out a shaky breath when your clothed clit barely rubs at his dick, poking under his sweats. His body reacts to prove his words right. 

“So, please, can I make you cum?” He doesn’t need to ask twice. 

“God, yes, Elliot.” And just like earlier, his lips are on yours. It has your pussy puddled in seconds. It’s slow, wet, and sounds lewd even in your ears. 

Just as you guessed, there’s a faint taste of vanilla, and it has you whimpering. Your moans filter in soon after when he grabs your hips and pulls them down, pussy rubbing against his hard-on. 

He’s harder than earlier, and it feels too good; it has you jolting up. His groan is guttural, sending spikes of pleasure through you like no other. You swallow the sound and let him flip you both over. 

“Wanted this for so fucking long.” He breathes, leaving kisses down your neck. You don’t know what to say. Still not comprehending this is happening, let alone someone you’ve been yearning for admitting that he has been too. 

He moves back to yank off his shirt, and you’re whining out to him before you can stop yourself. Needing him back against you. Elliot chuckles at your neediness, returning for a kiss that barely leaves you in touch with reality. 

“Take this off for me?” He whispers, tugging on your shirt. You pull it off and bring him back down, his hands running over your newly exposed skin. Fingers brushing over your tits. 

“Can I?” His voice is strained, composure just short of being lost.

“Yeah.” You breathe, feeling him kiss down your chest until his warm mouth suctions onto your nipple. 

You curse out and arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and gripping it hard. He groans against you, his dick pressing harder against your thigh as he ruts himself into your soft skin. Desperate for friction.  

You don’t realize how much he’s getting off to this until you bring yourself to look down and see his eyes closed. His lips suctioned around your right nipple, his fingers rolling the bud of the left one. He’s in a state of bliss, so lost in himself. He pops off and moves to the other, tongue flicking over your nipple in a way you wish was on your clit. 

“Elliot, please.” You whine, pussy gushing yet again when you feel him grind harder at you saying his name. 

“Please, what?” He moves off your nipple and lays his head on your stomach. Looking up at you while his fingers replace where his mouth once was.  

“Need you.” You can’t say it; you won’t. You’re more than sure he knows where you want him. You can tell when you hear him huff a laugh. 

“You’re going to have to tell me where.” You quiver when you feel his fingers rub over the drenched spot on your boxers. His boxers. 

“It’s here? You need me here, right? You really drenched my boxers, didn’t you?” 

“Yes, right there. Please, please.” You whine, unable to feel embarrassed. Not when he has you this worked up.

“See. Not so hard.” He muses, sliding them off and slowly pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, look at you.” He whispers. “So pretty and so wet. Just for fucking me.” He looks up at you, “Anyone ever made you this wet?” 

You shake your head. “No, just you. Only you.” Elliot’s in awe, someone like you all glistening and needy for him. It's like he’s on a power trip. “Can I record eating your pussy?”

Your mind is too sugar-coated for you to think straight, your trust and reliability around Elliot allowing it to be as such. A question like that from anyone else would have had you shriveling up in disgust. But with Elliot? You find yourself pliant. Ready to let him do anything he wanted to you. 

“Your words.” He murmurs, his fingers pressing down on your clit to watch your juices spread. 

You squeal at the pressure, “Yes, yes!” 

“Good girl.” He feels around for his phone. You hear the start of the video and through lidded eyes, see him shining the camera flash on your soaked folds. 

“Looks even prettier in the light.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the camera, but your pussy visibly clenches at his words, and he chuckles. 

“Can you spread yourself for me?” 

He was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. 

Obediently, you slide your pretty fingers to your cunt, and slowly open yourself up to him with your pointer and middle finger. You hear the sticky sound your pussy makes as you reveal your clit to him, the jewels on your acrylics glinting under the flash. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out your name, zooming in. “Keep it there.” He says, reaching his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. 

“Elly!” You whine, thighs trembling. He hands you his phone without a word, eyes not tearing away from your pussy. With a shaky hand, you take it and position it so he’s in frame. 

“Hold still.” 

“Oka–Shit, Elliot!” You cry, his tongue flicking your clit before you can finish. His eyes are closed, lapping you up like he's starved. You want to close your eyes, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of everything, Elliot. But he told you to hold still.

So you look down in the camera to make sure he’s still within frame and almost cum right there. He’s looking up into the camera, right at you. It has your stomach clenching and pussy throbbing under his tongue. 

“Feels so good, Elly, don’t stop.” You cry out. He keeps a hand firmly on your thigh to keep them open and brings the other to rub circles on your clit. He moves down and shoves his tongue inside. Tongue fucking you and eliciting the only sound he wants to hear from you.

You let out a moan so pretty it has Elliot’s dick harder than ever, and he falters in his movements for a second. Pulling back to leave quick, and messy kisses to your pretty fingers for holding yourself open for him. 

“M’ gonna cum!” You squeal, dropping the phone to grip his sheets. You could feel it; you were about to snap. And you’re so desperate for it. Desperate to cum for him. 

He pulls back for a quick second, “Come on, baby, you can do it. All over my face, come on.” Then he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue back on your clit. 

You reach both hands down to grip his hair, “Yes, like that; stay there, stay there!” You cry, toes curling when Elliot does as you say. 

That’s all you need. The white-hot coil snaps, and you scream Elliot’s name, cumming harder than you believed possible. Head thrown back as one of your hands squeeze the pillow under your head, the other still holding a tight grip on Elliot’s hair. Knuckles white. 

Your legs tremble, and your chest stutters. Elliot watches it all in a daze. He didn’t know someone could look so fucking beautiful while cumming. You look dewy, a thin sheet of sweat coating your body. The woman right out of his wet dreams. 

He did that to you, it was all him, and it has him moaning into your sensitive cunt. Causing your body to quiver. 

“Fuck Elliot.” You breathe, pawing his greedy mouth off you and back to your lips. You taste yourself on him and sigh.

“So good. So so good.” He mumbles, moving to bite at your collerbones. You wrap a arm around his shoulders, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Thank you, Elly, thank you, thank you.” You whimper, feeling so raw. So bared with him. You’re holding his face in your hand, overwhelmed with how he’s staring at you. Like you hung the stars and the planets. Like you’re wholeheartedly the only reason for his existence, and you almost can’t take it. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” You whisper, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your hand around his cock. He breathes through his nose and drops his head into your neck. 

“Yes, please.” His voice is thick and coarse. You don’t respond, lining yourself up with him and squeezing his arm, letting him know to slip in. 

“Fuck fuck.” Elliot grits out, as he slowly pushes, his hands on either side of your head. You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his waist. 

Once he bottoms out, you clamp down on him. He stays still, trying to pull himself together not to cum yet.  

He feels helpless, losing himself in the heat of your pussy like this. Never has he been reduced to a mess like this before. 

“Gonna need you to relax, baby, or I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly.” He rasps. You pepper kisses over his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair. Willing yourself to calm down. You feel so full, the pleasure tingling up your spine and throughout your body. 

“Elly, please move.” You whimper, desperate to feel him. He keeps himself buried in your neck, his grip on the blankets tightening. 

You’re just about to beg again when Elliot decides to snap his hips. You choke on your words and lock your ankles tighter over each other. His pace is quick but deep, the tip of his dick abusing that spongy spot you can never reach. 

Your walls flutter around him, so warm and soft, and he needs more. 

He’s pussy drunk, panting into your skin at how you’re squeezing him in so perfectly, greedy to milk him for all he has.  

“S’pussy was made for me, just for me.” He mutters.  

You can’t find your voice. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth open as Elliot fucks you into the mattress with all he has. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses at the sting. 

You find yourself gasping for air when he pulls up from your neck, his face flushed and his baby hair curling at his forehead. 

“Kiss me, plea—.” You whimper, and he’s already moving to your lips before you finish. It’s sloppy, more a meeting of spit and tongue than a kiss, but you’re high off it. 

You’re going to cum again, and Elliot can tell, by the way your pussy is tightening around him. 

He can feel your cunt drooling, his precum mixing with your arousal, causing a creamy ring around the base of his dick, and the mere sight of it has him higher than he thought possible.

“M’ gonna cum. You gonna come w’me?” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes far away.  

You nod, “S’close, Elly.” You grow impatient, moving your hips to match his sloppy pace. 

“That’s right, fuck me back, baby.” His voice is hoarse. Completely lost in his lust and need for you. You feel it again, that familiar heat pooling; you’re right there.

It takes one more snap of his hips, and you’re cumming around him hard, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you cream all over his dick. There’s a ringing in your ears; Elliot sounds far away as he works you through your orgasm while chasing his. 

“Cumming, fuck m’gonna cum.” He sounds like a broken record, but he can’t help it. 

He’s so lost in the way you’re squeezing around him. So perfect and tight. You hold him as close as possible in your weakened state, making eye contact and fulfilling your thoughts from earlier by pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb. 

“Cum inside, Elly. Wanna feel you cum.” And he’s cumming. A resounding whimper works its way up his throat as he paints the inside of your sopping cunt. He goes limp on top of you, kissing you up the valley of your chest, until he softly catches your lips in a slow and lazy kiss. So good, and thank you’s tumbling out his lips.  

You feel hot, & sticky but can’t bring yourself to push him off. So you bask in the silence, your nails raking through his scalp as you gather your bearings. You feel yourself spinning, wondering where this leaves you two. If this is the end of your friendship. If he—

“So,” Elliot draws, looking up at you and unknowingly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You look down at him and can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat. Light swatting his head.

Because, of course, this is how Elliot would ask. He smiles, content with how he can feel your chest rumbling under his head, and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Elly.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii!!! I love your work so much!!! I was wondering if you could do a hurt/comfort with Miguel O’hara where him and the reader get into an argument over something (you can choose what) and maybe where he has to apologize to the reader. I Love angst that ends in fluff!!! ❤️❤️❤️

You and Miguel fought like every other couple but the most recent fight has to be one of the worst in your relationship. You understood that Miguel was a born natural protector, especially when it comes down to the people that he loves, so much to the point that he’s hightailing anyone who threatens to tear apart the relationships he treasured on all fours with a crazed look in his scarlet eyes.

You could never fault him for being that way with everything he’s ever been through but it does however become somewhat difficult to excuse when he’s practically breathing down your neck 24/7, partnering up with you on missions that he knows you can do on your own but felt that you might need the back up, or how his emotions seemed to change as though he was having a hard time deciding whether or not to act as your boyfriend or the leader of the Spider-Society.

You loved Miguel, deeply and truly but you couldn’t help to think that sometimes he felt more so your boss then he did your boyfriend but you just didn’t know how to bring that up with him; fortunately for you, the situation did arise but unfortunately it came from an argument relating to your most recent mission. ‘I had it handled Miguel and then you had to go and take my anomaly, my capture, you had to completely take over my mission that was assigned to me and me alone to pursue!’ You ranted as you got back home, peeved off by the fact that once again your solo mission became and impromptu duo mission, because of Miguel’s incompetence in seeing that you were more then well trained within your field of expertise.

‘I was just trying to-‘ Miguel started

‘Protect me, I know.’ You interrupted bitterly. ‘I’m thankful for that but it happens so frequently that I’m starting to think that you don’t have any semblance of trust in me nor my abilities in getting the job done.’ You added on as you continued to say everything you’ve been meaning to say for a long while, saying the things that have been long overdue, and how much it hurt to keep silent about something for so long that it starts to feel as though it’s not only effecting you mentally but physically and emotionally also. Miguel didn’t know that this was how you truly felt and felt down -more so with himself then with you- with that he wasn’t able to see how his overbearing and protective nature had made dwindled down your self confidence until it became self doubt.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ Miguel asked, voice soft and vulnerable, ‘we promised to tell each other when either of us get like this, not drown ourselves in it.’ You inhaled unevenly as tears brims your eyes as you began to tug at your clothing out of anxious habit, ‘I just didn’t want to my fears to be proven right, I didn’t want to be viewed as a burden by the person I love most.’ You croaked as the first completes of tears began to rain down your cheeks. ‘Y/n.’ Miguel began as he slowly made his way to your side, his hands already reaching out to cradle your body against his chest, tucking your head protectively under his chin as his muscular build acted as to shield you from the lives you both lived outside.

‘There’s no one I trust more then you, I’m sorry I’ve made you feel that way and this is now way shape or form an attempt in justifying my actions but whenever I see you go out there and do what you do, I become terrified.’ He confesses and you peak your head out from under his chin so you could see his tired but adoring eyes look back at you; Miguel’s eyes were your favourite feature of his because of how expressive they are that even he could express his innermost feelings without the need to verbalise it. And in that moment you could see a multitude of emotions fighting inside him, guilt for not being able to see your struggles sooner, anger at himself for not being there when you so desperately needed his comfort, and regret for the times where he implanted doubt within your mind.

‘What do you mean by that?’ You asked, cupping his face within your hands and watching as Miguel practically fell apart in your touch as he pressed more of his face into your palms, his eyes never once leaving yours whilst doing so. ‘I love everything once because I wasn’t ready,’ he says, ‘and I’m not prepared for loosing everything again because I’ve became hyperaware that even the smallest of shifts have greater impacts down the line, think of it as a kind of butterfly or domino effect- but that isn’t what I’m trying to say.’ Miguel cuts himself off when he notes that he was on the verge of rambling and composed himself before getting back to the point. ‘What I’m trying to say is that, you’re amazing at what you do and you shouldn’t allow anyone to make you think otherwise, not even me. You amaze me each and every time but deep down I worry that one day I’ll end up repeating my past and loose you in the process and if I loose you…I don’t know how I could cope and instead of being upfront about it with you, I decided to double down on my fear and became overbearing and overprotective of you.’

Miguel didn’t realise that he had been crying until he felt your thumbs come up to wipe them from under his eyes nor did he notice how blurred his vision became with unshed tears until he clocked the fact that he could barely make out what was in front of him. He never allowed himself to become vulnerable but with you it was an entirely different story for he knew you wouldn’t think differently of him for being open about the anguish he held closely to his heart despite how unhealthy it was to his health. ‘Oh Miguel,’ you cooed, wiping away another tear from his beautifully sculptured face; This Greek god of a man was reduced to nothing but a fallen angel weeping over the loss of his wings and all you could do was cry with him in solidarity.

you were both hurting but by doing so you were also healing together by opening up to one another about things you originally thought you’d never discuss. ‘You aren’t to blame for what happened, you did all you could, you’re a hero.’ Miguel whimpered as he held onto you tighter, burrowing his face against your neck, where it became wet with his tears smearing across the skin there. ‘I don’t blame you for wanting to look out for me either for I know now that you weren’t intentionally trying to make me feel less than. I can’t make your fear go away but I can certainly try and make you believe that I’m not going anywhere, not with you.’ You whispered your promises into his ear as you held him against you, it was your turn to protect Miguel and you’d be sure to kiss his every scar that marked his skin and soul if it was the last thing you did.

[gyutarling]

INFINITE

late night adventures with beomgyu...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ wc 1.7k

warnings! — cursing, mentions of burning things, mentions of ghosts and death, catcher in the rye slander (not srs if u like that book thats cool!), a little pretentious, jokes about dating a senior citizen, lowercase intended, not proofread

note — went ballistic after gyu made an insta..... save me manic pixie dream boy..... save me....

“gyu, where are we even going?” you enquired. frankly, you were still a little grumpy from being woken up at 3 in the morning, with beomgyu outside your window holding your shoes, wordlessly telling you to follow him.

when no reply came after several pauses, you glanced over next to you, only to find him completely zoned out. you were about to open your mouth to snap at him, patience spreading thin from the sleepiness, but then he smiled.

“the library, we’re sneaking in.” he turned his eyes back to the road ahead after making eye contact with you, mischief still heavy on his cheeks.

what he said took you a few seconds longer to process. “oh, okay— wait. what?!” in your befuddled state, you stopped in your tracks, “what do you mean by ‘sneaking in’? why the library?” honestly, you were more surprised that you didn't have more questions, but then again, this is beomgyu, you wouldn't put something like this past him.

beomgyu casually fixed his bangs, “sneaking in as in, we’re gonna not-so-legally enter the library like, right now.” he stopped in front of said building, you didn’t even notice you had been walking for so long. “and the library because there's a book i wanna burn.”

you almost shouted out a question, if not for beomgyu placing his hand over your mouth when he saw you staring at him with wide eyes. “hush! we might get caught!” his hand dropped after he felt your tongue touching his palm, “gross! anyway, do you have a paperclip i can borrow? kinda need to pick this lock before we do the actual ‘sneaking in’ part.” he held out his hand as he inspected the lock.

“what the fuck? are you insane?!” you opted for whisper shouting instead. you take it back, just when you thought he couldn't get any crazier, he proves you wrong with his stupidly perfect smile that seems to grow wider with each late night adventure. “first of all, why did i have to come with? could you not have done this yourself? i don’t wanna get in trouble again.” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“this is a two-person operation! besides, it’s more fun this way. so sorry in advance if i do get us into trouble,” beomgyu whispered back, and by the dimple peeking out from his smirk, you can tell he didn’t mean his apology.

you let out a relenting sigh and handed him a paperclip, “okay, but second of all, what book got you so enraged that you just had to sneak into the town library at such an ungodly hour just to steal and burn it?”

“it’s not like it enraged me, i mean, books are supposed to make you feel intense things, so i would have liked it if it did enrage me,” beomgyu mindlessly spoke while fidgeting with the paperclip, “it’s ‘the catcher in the rye’, borrowed and finished it recently, and i don’t know, the main character is just such a whiny ass bitch boy. he’s got this whole self-loathing, self-aware hypocrite persona going on, and throughout the book he pretty much just talks and drinks and pities himself. i think the author tried to make him too relatable, to the point that he became unrealistic, if that makes sense,” he rambled on, “the only part i liked was near the end, the part with his sister was actually pretty well-written.”

“so you are enraged,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his mini rant, “you’re cute when you ramble, by the way.”

“hm, i’d say the word would be ‘unimpressed’, i just don’t like it.” he pretended to inspect the lock closer, yet still failing miserably at hiding his reddening cheeks. a few minutes after poking and moving the paperclip around inside the keyhole, you heard a click, and seconds later, you two were inside the pitch dark library. “alright, we’re in. the rest should be fairly easy.”

“hold on, one more question,” you realised as you took out your phone for the flashlight, “why didn’t you just do this when you still had the book? why did you have to return it and then come back?” you were too far into the theft and arson two-person operation to be angry at beomgyu for dragging you into it at this point. you were happy to be hanging out with him anyway.

“hey, this might make me a criminal, but i’m not a heathen. i return my shit, never had an overdue book in my entire life,” beomgyu bragged, “mrs. librarian is basically my best friend.”

“and yet you don’t know her name?” you laughed at his antics.

“i believe in the magic of mystery,” he said in an exaggerated fancy accent, “besides, names and such formalities are for first dates, which i might score one soon, heard her husband’s been out a lot.”

“gross, dude! she’s like 78!” you couldn’t help but to playfully shove him.

“and yet she remains such a radiant beauty, her prune-like visuals never fail to amaze me!” beomgyu emphasised even more, and you both couldn’t help but let out loud laughs you weren’t supposed to.

“how romantic, even shakespeare wouldn’t have been able to be as eloquent as you. save it for her, though, i don’t wanna hear about how you’re into an old, saggy woman who’s pushing 80.”

as the laughter died down, you two decided to split up to look for the object of beomgyu’s hatred. you were a little unsettled by the dark, this was a library after all, a very fitting place for a victorian ghost to haunt.

just when you were about to let out a breathy laugh at your own absurd thoughts, you heard a creaking noise. you quickly turned off your phone’s flashlight, this was it, you always knew beomgyu would lead to your downfall by baiting you to some supernatural entity. he probably made a deal with the devil and offered up your soul. no, scratch that, beomgyu is the devil himself—

“boo!” you let out a squeak and fell backwards, startled as you saw beomgyu with his flashlight shining from below his face. you breathed heavily, trying to catch up with the shock as he let out silent cackles. beomgyu might be even more evil than the devil.

“oh man, you should’ve seen your face!” he spitted out between laughter, but that abruptly stopped when you two heard the jingle of keys. you looked at beomgyu, panic still in your eyes, but for a different reason this time. you were still on the ground when he helped you up and dragged you to a corner, sandwiched between two bookshelves as he covered your mouth.

you didn’t know if you were dizzy from being out of breath, or the distance (or the lack thereof) between you and beomgyu. one hand covering your mouth, one hand on your waist to keep you steady, his equally fast breaths on your cheek. if you weren’t insane enough already, he gave you a reassuring squeeze, and leaned his forehead on yours from exhaustion. you wanted to stay like this forever.

of course, your dazed moment was interrupted by the lights of the library turning on, and then came the sound of approaching footsteps. your anxiety returned, and beomgyu glanced to the side just to quickly turn back.

“change of plans. fuck the book, we’re booking it.” he smiled. honestly, how can he have time for word play in such a predicament?

“what—” at that, he grabbed your hand and bolted out from between the shelves. you could hear the shouting of someone, presumably the security guard, but the buzzing adrenaline was louder. beomgyu hurriedly bursted through the doors that you both came in from, with your hands still connected, then down the streets. your legs burned, but at that point, you two were laughing like crazy. in the small, empty neighbourhood, well into the night, you swore you could take on anything if you had beomgyu by your side.

slowing down, he continued to hold onto your hand as you came to a stop. inhaling and exhaling rapidly, the rush died down and you noticed the delicate snowflakes that nipped at your skin. beomgyu seemed to notice as well, he stood up straight and stared upwards, mesmerised by the fluttering whiteness.

“it’s the first snow,” he mumbled, “you know, they say that seeing the first snow together with someone means you’ll be with them forever, and any wishes you make will come true.” he looked back at you, and you found yourself admiring his twinkling eyes.

“that’s pretty,” you smiled at him, “did you wish for anything?”

“yeah, i wished that you were mrs. librarian instead— hey, ow! i’m kidding!” beomgyu dramatically rubbed his arm after you very lightly and playfully punched him.

“moment ruined.” you said, unimpressed as beomgyu giggled.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you continued watching the snow, it’s light enough to not be too cold, but cold enough for beomgyu to pull you closer to him, close enough for the moment to feel real.

“sorry you didn’t get to take out your burning anger on the book.” you slightly chuckled as you remembered the events of the night.

“it’s alright, didn’t matter too much to me,” he shrugged, “i didn’t even hate the book that much, just wanted an excuse to drag you out with me.”

you looked at him, stupefied, “so you couldn’t just ask me to hang out during the day like a normal person? what if that security guard was secretly a victorian ghost protecting the library? and what if said ghost happened to die from a thief who burned their house down?” you started exaggerating to show that you weren’t actually mad at him.

beomgyu jokingly scoffed at your silly rambling, “normal is boring, and from your whole spiel just now, you’re clearly not normal either, weirdo.” at that, you both smiled at each other.

beomgyu is truly beautiful, but especially when he smiles. the way his nose scrunches, pinkish from the cold, eyes turning into crescents with tiny sparkles in them. the way his lips curl up, matching the wispy ends of his soft-looking hair, framing his face perfectly. his smile is truly perfect.

in that moment, all you could feel was beomgyu and the world, both infinitely yours.

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[harmonyindark245]

Character Hate

This is 100% a rant and you don’t have to agree with me, but I really needed to talk about it. I’ve been trying to distance myself from the ACOTAR fandom because of all the toxicity, but I always find myself drawn back, especially with the new books coming out and everything. There is a big difference between hating and disliking. And I understand disliking certain characters because they don’t sit right with you. But one thing that I cannot fathom, is the hatred. Why has everyone decided to hate on characters that aren’t our favorite? I just wanted to point out a few specific characters. 

Rhys 

He’s secretly evil. Really? Did you all not read the first three books? I get the argument that we only see him from Feyre’s pov, but even Feyre disliked him until we found out his truth. Also, can we talk about the absurdity of this claim? The man who was SA’d for FIFTY YEARS, who hasn’t even shared his trauma with his MATE because he doesn’t want to burden her with it. The man gave it all up for his friends, family, and PEOPLE. As an Elriel shipper, I was pissed at Rhys for interrupting them, but I GET IT. He wasn’t sure if he was going to survive, if his mate was going to live. Then there was all the other drama that was happening. Of course, he wouldn’t want one of his close friends going out and dueling with the son of a high lord (and technically heir of a whole court). And at the start of ACOSF, Rhys has every reason to hate Nesta, and I don’t think that needs to be justified. And in HOFAS, as a High Lord, he again had every right to be pissed. I just feel like sometimes you guys forget that as well as being a part of their family, he’s also the High Lord of the Night Court.

Nesta

Yes, I will admit that she’s not a good person. But she worked through it. She went through traumatic experiences, that if anyone of us goes through, we would probably behave the same way as she did. But she worked on herself. She healed. She became a Valkyrie. Nobody could hate Nesta more than she hates herself. And I admit that I could never completely love Nesta because as someone who has been in a position that Nesta had been, I can’t even imagine letting my younger sister go through all of that to keep us alive. It’s a completely personal reason, because I would do anything for my sister, and the way Nesta didn’t do anything when they most needed it will always anger me. But I still admire her for how she tried to bring herself back. Because it’s not easy. Feyre was also the same when she was depressed and she also worked on herself. Even though I don’t like Nesta, she does not deserve the hate she gets. 

Feyre (?!)

If you hate Feyre, you probably should’ve stopped reading around the second book.

Elain

What is it with people hating on Elain? I never understood how you can hate someone who has done NOTHING to ANYONE. The only possible reason people could hate Elain is because she happened to like a boy. It’s not as if she didn’t want to help out with the court. She even apologized to Feyre. She even took part in the war. So what is the problem with her? Just because she doesn’t like Lucien and likes Azriel she deserves to be hated upon? She’s boring? She can’t give birth to Azriel’s kids? Is that really what we’re getting to? Again, I can understand disliking her because she wasn’t helpful during the cabin, or maybe because she was rude to Nesta or whatever, but hating her for such feeble reasons? Let’s not forget that it was Elain who convinced Nesta to let Feyre and the three unknown Fae males inside their house and offer it up as a meeting place.

Gwyn

Just because a group of people want to ship Gwyn with Azriel doesn’t mean that other people have the right to hate her. She has done NOTHING wrong. She hasn’t even shown interest in the man. She has her things she’s going through and she is also trying to heal. There has been not a single action done by her yet that deserves the hatred she gets. As an Elriel shipper, I will admit some people unnecessarily try to bring Gwyn down. 

Fans

We are all the same. We read this amazing series by SJM and love the characters and dynamics and want to talk about it share our thoughts and theories and write pieces of fiction for others to enjoy. It’s vile how many hate comments are passed around in this community. You enjoy what you love, and let others enjoy what they love. You don’t need to prove your likes by bringing other people and characters down. You may not realize it, but some of us relate to our favorite characters, and when you say hurtful things against the character, it truly feels like a personal attack. The main reason why I couldn’t stay in the fandom anymore was because of the claims that Elain didn’t deserve to be with Azriel because she couldn’t have his kids. As someone suffering from PCOS and might not be able to have kids, that statement always breaks my heart. Do people think that just because a woman can’t have kids she doesn’t deserve love? There are so many examples of such small claims causing hurt to the fans, which is not what fandoms are for. 

And with that, if you have something negative to say about my rant, then please keep it to yourself. 

[xerith-42]

Dante hesdcanons pls pls pls pls pls

I'll admit, I haven't given blue hair and pronouns enough love, so let's give it to him.

Dante was like 18 fresh out of the guard academy when Aph met him, compared to Garroth and Laurance who are in their mid to late twenties, and he was kind of just a little feral. Dante is just used to being a bewildering presence for people and he loves it. Like "Yes, I am basically a very tall child (5'7) and yes I will kick your ass." He likes confusing people, but he also really likes that Aph isn't thrown off by him. She treats him the way she would treat any guard she got roped into helping on a mission.

Dante's favorite color is magenta. Don't ask me why.

Dante carries on the honored tradition started by Gene of being a completely disastrous bisexual. Then again, with Garroth, Aph, and Laurance as his other role models, he really didn't stand a chance. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks about the possibility of just being with Nana and Nicole at the same time. He knows it's impossible, they've already pushed the situation past the point of no return because of his and Nicole's refusal to communicate, and he can't even begin to fathom how he'd explain it to the kids if Nana and Nicole even agreed to it.

Dante's favorite sweet that Nana makes is strawberry tarts. Strawberries are just his favorite fruits and Nana is always able to make something delicious with them.

This is basically canon but I want to turn up Dante's "I love my wife so god damn much!!" energy to 11. Like even if there's problems with Nicole, especially after they're resolved, he's so in love with Nana it's ridiculous. Y'know the way Maes Hughes is in Fullmetal Alchemist about his wife and kid? That's how Dante is.

And nobody can even really be mad at him because he's so earnest and loving and especially his mentors are so proud of him for really finding love and learning to cherish it. But there is more than a few times when Dante is gushing about his wife to Laurance while they're sparring and Laurance just groans and rolls his eyes. "Dante, I literally knew your wife before you did." "But you don't understand how she makes me feel Laurance! She's so brilliant, and beautiful--" "I've already heard you go on this rant before!"

There are some days where he's sort of distant. They became more and more frequent after Aph and everyone disappeared. Sometimes he would just go out to the gates of Phoenix Drop where he waited for them, or to that spot in the forest where they were last seen. He doesn't really say a lot, just stares at those spots, letting his brain feeling the crushing loneliness of missing almost everyone important to him. History has repeated itself. Due to forces that were honestly largely out of Dante's control, he's lost his entire family.

When Nana told him she was pregnant, Dante started crying. Tears of joy, relief, terror, grief, adoration, hopefulness. He just falls to his knees while holding her hand and cries. And Nana kneels down and comforts him. She knows what this means to him, how important and yet twisted Dante's relationship to having a family is. But neither one of them doubt that the other wants this. Dante wants this more than anything.

Oh my Irene he must have been a MESS after finding out about Dmitri. I know the show gave us some of this, but he probably hid a lot of it from Aph because she hasn't been around for so long, and he saw the kind of relationship bull shit she is still kind of getting up to, so he doesn't want to burden her with this. But when everyone's gone home for the night and it's just Nana and Dante in their bed together?

Needless to say a lot of tears were shed, apologies were stumbled through, and Dante ultimately resolves that he wants to be an even better father than he is to make up for not being there for Dmitri. And Nana assures him he's already a great father (because he is), but adores how dedicated her husband is to making up for his past mistakes in a very substantial way.

It takes a very long time for Dante to forgive Nicole. He still loves her, he never won't love her honestly, but he can't forgive her for hiding Dmitri from him. Even if they weren't together when he was born, he still would have done anything Nicole needed. Whether that was keeping Dmitri in his home for a few weeks, or just giving Nicole monthly payments, Dante would have taken what he could get. He's heartbroken that after all the time they spent together Nicole didn't realize that about him. Even if he'd "moved on".

I don't think Dante is capable of moving on. He's a character who constantly gets stuck in the past and shoulders the consequences of not only his own mistakes, but the mistakes of many others around him. Even when he tries to move forward, his past keeps coming back to bite him in the ass.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both worlds (part 5)

TW: nothign much, just yves being a little pushy ig and short chapter today

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Part 6

You let out the loudest 'NO!' in your lifetime as you watch the bus drive away.

You definitely couldn't outrun the engine, so your dash slowed to a mere stop. Placing your hands on your knees, you panted heavily as you blinked the beads of sweat away from your eyes.

Dejected, you dragged yourself back to the bus stop shelter. You have to wait for another hour.

At least you're fed. By Yves, literally.

You heave your bag onto the bench, ignoring the creak and bend in the wooden planks.

The sky is darkening, which means it's getting cooler, but it also means you're going to have to go home unbelievably late again.

If you knew this would have happened, you would get the next bus and have ample time to properly say goodbye to Yves. You brought your hands to your face and suppressed a scream, you pissed him off again!

Well. You can't change what happened in the past. You're definitely avoiding him at all costs.

You paused your ranting when you heard that familiar click of the heels. If you're not religious, you probably are now because you wonder what deity did you anger for you to deserve this.

Yves stopped right beside you, casting a menacing shadow onto the wall of the bus shelter. He has his arms crossed and face unreadable as usual, but the corners of his lips were subtly curled downwards to express his dissatisfaction.

He didn't need to say a word for you to start apologizing, recognizing that it was rude of you to just leave him alone like that without an appropriate conclusion.

Seems like that wasn't enough, because he's still staring at you with steely eyes.

You ended the sincere apology by asking what you could do to make it up to him, but you did give him a disclaimer that you aren't rich by any means, not even financially stable enough to know if you can afford the next meal.

It took fifteen seconds for the tension in the air to dissipate, replaced with a much kinder and softer one. He unfolded his arms and relaxed his face.

"You must be exhausted." He dug around his handbag. Yves took his car keys out and wrapped his fingers around the fob. "Come. I will take you home."

You said that you're fine, you could wait for the bus. But actually, you wanted to accept it so badly, you're rejecting it out of politeness.

"You said you wanted to compensate me. Did you not?"

You said yes.

"Then you can do so by sparing me your company."

That was enough to make you get up. He smiled and intertwined his slender, well-maintained fingers with your not-so-manicured fingers.

You thought your heart was going to beat out of your chest and you felt so light, floaty and free.

That's because your backpack wasn't on you. Yves took the liberty to carry it on one shoulder, he made it look weightless which amazed you to no end.

You said that you should carry it as it weighs as much as an elephant. He did so much for you, Yves shouldn't have to lug your crap around. So you tried getting him to give it back to you.

"(Name), no." Crisp, simple and clear. The tone made you quiet and compliant. This means less scoliosis for you.

The walk to the parking lot was quiet. You had nothing to say and neither did he. Your surroundings became dimmer and dimmer until the street lights turned on on their own. Come to think of it, you never did go to the parking lot. Because you didn't own a car nor did you have friends that would drive you around.

Your head turned to the beeps produced by his car when he toggled with his fob. It came from a black, sleek, luxury sedan car with pristine headlights and a seemingly perfect paint job. It may not be a car that costs way more than your entire tuition fee, but you know it's not affordable to the mass majority either.

He walked you to the passenger's side and opened the door for you. Muttering a thanks, you entered his car. Yves closed the door for you as you began buckling up.

He placed your backpack in the back seat, where he strapped it with the seatbelt.

Yves returns to the driver's chair and proceeds to ignite his engine. The interior was spotless, new and you could tell he regularly maintains it, the air freshener wasn't too overpowering and his air conditioning cooled the space relatively fast.

He explained that he needed to wait for a few minutes to warm his car up. In the meantime, he used the mirror in his sun visor to do some touchups on his lips, eyes and hair. Once that was finished, Yves kept his makeup away. He patted his face especially around his nose, with blotting paper.

It's intricate rituals like these that separate you from him. You don't think you have the energy and patience to maintain yourself to this degree. You tried making the excuse that it's because you're a student, you don't have the time nor money for that.

But he parked his car in the student's lot. Whatever, he must have been born in a rich family. So he already has an advantage that you can never get.

"You are staring at me. Did you want to use some too?" He offered the pack to you. Ignoring the humiliation of being caught admiring his beauty, you took a sheet and began blotting your predictably oily face.

He kept his personal items away, closed the mirror and flipped his sun visor back. Yves switch on his headlights and drove away from the parking spot. When he reached the exit, he asked you for your address. He knows the general direction of the bus that you're supposed to take.

You take a second to weigh your options.

[cosmiccripple]

sometimes it scares me how much my body has changed. it scares me just how much i can no longer do and it makes me so fucking angry. i get out of the shower and regret getting in in the first place and have to spent a good 10-15 minutes with my legs raised above my head just to not feel so overwhelmingly dizzy. i walk down the stairs to the kitchen and my legs feel so weak and i'm gripping on to the bannister so i don't fall.

becoming disabled is such a wild fucking experience especially considering i became disabled before my teen years, meaning that i've missed out on so much and it makes me furious. i want to scream 'it's not fair!! why me?' to the goddess and i know i'll get no answer because nothing is set in stone. i could've avoided the person that was sick and never caught their illness and then never become disabled as a result but i still don't know - to this day - who it was.

i cannot remember becoming sick and i cannot remember when my disabilities started but i still wonder 'what if?'

it's that bullshit that plagues me constantly and i wonder if it's the same for other disabled people (i'd guess it is but no experience is a universal experience).

i am so angry all of the time but most of all i'm sad. not sad because of my disability in particular because it's a massive part of me and it led to a lot of growth within myself, but sad because i cannot do what i want.

i would love to go out with my friends every week. a friend of mine ages ago got grounded and was told she could only go out with her friends once a week and she was completely devastated. i was incredibly confused because i couldn't even go out once a week given that we had classes every day that completely exhausted me (at least 5 or 6 of which i missed per week) but here she was, having a mini breakdown because she was limited to one outing per week. it was kind of like culture shock, if you know what i mean, in the sense that i couldn't believe that people could go out like that and not have to worry. they didn't have to overpack their bags with disability essentials in case of a symptom flare while out. they did not have to worry like i did.

i got so angry. it was selfish but i was so fucking angry that they were upset they could only go out once a week and i couldn't even go out once a month with them and our little group.

i have been so upset and angry and i can ignore all that most days but some days, when my symptoms absolutely fuck me over, it bubbles to the surface again and i have to push it down and sooth it to sleep because there's nothing i can do.

i can sometimes be angry but i will always be disabled and i cannot change that. i cannot nick the doctor's tardis and go back because even if i could, i don't know when this started. i cannot change a thing and it kills me.

apologies for the long post my dears, if you've read it all then i applaud you massively. thanks for listening to my rant i guess.

[mytalemyworld]

Song Yan: I can guarantee I'll be good to you. I'll be good to you everyday. I'll never betray you nor neglect you. I'll try my best to create a better life for you. I can't guarantee if I am good enough to meet the requirements of you and your family. I know it's hard for you. I know if we're really being together, you'll have to suffer. I understand. But you have to stop coming into my life like this. Be together or never see each other. Make a decision.

This show give me all the angst I need. (For the fluff, I trust King The Land. But I am a hopeless case, seeking for something that can make my heart ache) And until this point it had been going very well even with some additions that don't happen in the source novel. I was okay with the changes because they suited the story and made the show more emotional.

But then...After this scene, I don't know why, they chose to go down a different path and lost the perfect opportunity to give us a deeper emotional aspect. We watched a bunch of filler episodes then they decided to go back to the source again but I felt like it wasn't a good pay-off for it. What a huge disappointment.

This scene was seriously good, don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorites both in the novel and the show. The extra shot to the boiling porridge was a nice detail. They tried to give many little things, the characters showed their vulnerability and mindset clearly...so a turning point very much for them and for the viewers. After this, I needed to see/watch the emotional turbulance, because this was implied before, no, not implied, said by the character himself.

"Some wounds, when I was young I took a hit, I was fine, and recovered quickly, but if it happens again at this age, it will be fatal."

The thing they didn't show in the show but happened in the novel is that her being silent here seriously ruined him. He became more depressed. The man who is a responsible firefighter got drunk for the first time after her silent rejection despite the fact that he might be called for an emergency mission at any time.

But he didn't blame her. He knew her so well and still defended her against his cousin. In the show this conversation between the cousins happened during a breakfast in a very normal way.

Sigh.

Zhai Miao: Didn't you say it would be better not to see each other? Then don't. Song Yan: But she came.

Also I don't know why they didn't show the importance of this line. It was a critical point to understand why he can forgive her despite everything she did.

As long as she comes back to him and shows what she feels, he is ready to take a step towards her. Because this is their dynamic. It started when she chose to go with her brother at the skate park. The next day she went to him and insisted that she would stay with him and he silently accepted her apology in the novel. The same scene was shown in the beginning of the episode but they didn't show what happened the next day part and we never got an explanation about how they were reconciled later. I mean, to me, this is so important to understand ML's mindset and feelings about her. They have had such a weird relationship from the very beginning and some scenes should be helpful not confusing.

End of the rant, I guess. I'll continue watching it, because like I said, they give me good kind of angst and the plot still has potential. Also I look forward to watching how my other favorite parts of the novel will be adapted.

[wiltedkyinn]

You and I, ; cullen family x male reader

[part 1, part 2.5]

not proofread lol

- hints at jasper x male reader !;)

the h/c nett slowly but surely sat up, he looked around unfamiliar with where he was. being wary with the new setting, he looked to the side of him and big window came into his veiw there was nothing but miles of woods, taking in the green scenery "what the fuck?" his voice barely coming above a whisper. he stood up completely, now seeing the whole picture, was he kidnapped? he didn't have anything restraining him. he quickly moved the draping blanket off his body. he went near the door, before he could twist the knob he heard a voice. it was soft it held some firmness to it but nothing over assertive. the door open slowly, once the y/n saw a patch of color towards him. he swung his right arm at the person. quickly feeling what he would've imagined breaking your hand felt like, happened to him."damn bitch the fuck you made out of? steel?" he couldn't stop himself before realizing what he'd said. "something like that," the man answered somewhat truthfully. he chuckled but quickly stopped seeing you hold your hand close to your chest. "here, give me your hand" he held his out towards you. "wait aren't you dr. cullen?" the e/c suddenly remembered him when his brother had gotten a high fever when he was around 6, "mhm, but you know you don't have to call me that, I'm carlise culllen"  he mumered concentrated at the younger boys hand, inspecting it closely.

"how did I get here," y/n started he could easily see mr.cullen tense a bit. "I have no memory what happened, or even how I got here." You remarked, closing your eyes trying to remember what happened. 'I finished school, I went home then I was going to-- "Lucy! I was going to pick up lucy!" you blurted, carlise looking at you a bit taken a back, I mean Lucy? who is Lucy? "my sister I was going to pick her up," you suddenly got up "thank you so much Mr. cullen but I have to leave," you stared to walk down out of the door to be met with an golden brown pair of eyes. " excuse me sir" you tried your best at an apology. running down the stairs you gave a quick small smile to the group of 4 people spread out to the kitchen island and the couch.

running out of the door at an fast paced jog wondering where you were, looking around like you've never set foot in forks before. quickly patting yourself down looking for your phone, only to realize it wasn't there. the dumbfounded male grunted and dashed to the door from where he just left, the group of 4 became 6 with how little time he had left. "hey Mr. cullen do you have my phone? I mean I still don't know what time it is and my sister is in daycare so-" you stopped you frantic rant. quickly looking at the old blonde, "sorry but I do need my phone" your thoughts were racing, it's was like a race track up there. Unknowingly to you, you gave a certain ginger an headache. Carilise gave a small nod and walked by the coffee table, picking up your small phone. you smiled gratefully at him once again. "Thank you so much agian Mr. cullen" you gently said.

he gave a small nod, you checked the time on your phone while hurrying out of the mansion. 2:41? mumbling a small string of profanities talking to yourself on how embarrassing that was for you. you sister, in the third grade got out of school at 3:55. you must've confused the time when you first went out. you quietly walked back home. you weren't to far but not that close either, your house was about 3 miles apart from the cullens. you sighed once you opened the door and closing it behind you.

back with the cullens

"what an odd fellow," the oldest of them all say, the rest of then nodded their head agreeing with him. but one of them, jasper, couldn't take his mind off of the younger male, maybe he'll could stare afar from lunch or the couple classes they share toghther.

[zxmickeyzx]

Mumbattan Cafe Ch.3

Barista! Pavitr x Artist! Miles

Miles came into the cafe for some chai tea, to see his friend Gwen on her shift and make some art while relaxing in the cafe. Instead he got some Barista who looked very annoyed when he tried to order and then became very passionate about ranting to him about how people say chai tea instead of just saying chai. Miles didn't mind him lecturing him on it though.

At least it was from someone so cute.

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Miles felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It felt like his body was in flight or fight mode. Like his mother finding out he skipped class or was late to something important. The cashier looked like he was ready to bury Miles ten feet under and he didn’t know what to do.

Though despite him being very intimidating at the moment it also felt like the cashier was a kitten ready to bite him if he did one more wrong move. 

From past experience he learned there's two options. Don’t say anything at all or play dumb.

“You said ’Chai Tea’?” he says as if Miles said the worst word imaginable.

Miles should've stayed quiet. An easy option that proves to be better than saying anything back to someone who looked ready to pounce on you. Too bad he chose the second option and just blurted out his next words.

“I love Chai Tea.”

The cashier looked even more angry. He looked Miles dead in the eyes, and he swore he saw fire burning in his eyes.

“Chai tea?! 'Chai' means tea, Bro! You're saying 'tea tea!'

Miles' shoulders tensed up and he completely froze. On one hand he wanted to bury himself underground. But at the same time, he didn't mind it? He really did look like a cute angry kitten.

“‘Tea tea!'” He repeated to Miles again. “Would I ask you for a 'coffee coffee' with room for 'cream cream?' It’s not ‘Chai Tea!’ Its just ‘Chai!’ How hard is it for people to just say ‘Chai?!’"

Miles felt his cheeks heat up and bowed his head down a bit in shame. He didnt know thats what he had been saying this entire time whenever he ordered. It also didn't help that people were noticing the commotion. 

“Whats so hard about saying ‘Chai’?! Its less work that saying ‘Chai Tea’! Just call it Chai!  Just ‘Chai’. What is so hard about that?! And you know what else-” 

Then the girl with short dark hair, who he remembers being in the coffee bar, came and interrupted the cashier’s rant by covering his mouth with her hand.

“I am so sorry, sir! He can get a little passionate at times, please don't take it personally” She smiles.  

“Oh! Its no problem! Its my fault for not knowing any better.” Sure he got lectured but at least he knows better now.

He sees her sigh in relief before looking at the cashier, giving him a dead stare that made even miles shudder. “Pavitr maybe you should take your break early”

Pavitr pouts and mumbles something to her he could hear. To which she replies

“Fine, go to the bar. I'll take the customers' orders until Ben gets here. And you will take a break and we will be talking about this later.”

“...Fine.”

He sees Pavitr start on his order, while the other barista turns to him. “I am so sorry again! As an apology we wont charge you for your order and give you a free drink on your next visit.” She takes out a business card with the cafe’s name in it and punches holes in it ten times in a row. A promotion that Miles had seen in other places.

She hands over the card hoping he does return and they don't lose a customer. She smiles at him as he takes the card out of her hands. 

“Thanks. I’ll be sure to come back.” 

The woman lets out an exhale of relief. To the corner he sees her name tag ‘Gayatri’. She must be a manager of some sort. Maybe she knows if Gwen is actually in today. He should ask her.

“Is there anything else I can help you with sir?” Interrupting his train of thought.

He clears his throat. “I was just wondering if Gwen was in today?”

She suddenly gives him a suspicious look. So Miles quickly says something before he looks any weirder for causing a commotion with one employee and asking for another employee.

“We're friends from school! I wanted to know if she would like to hang out later today.”

Gayatri still looked suspicious, before thankfully Gwen appeared just in time. 

“Gwen!” He shouts to her. She turns around before smiling.

“Miles! I was just about to respond to your text! How’d you know I was here?”

 He sighs of relief. Now he wont be seen as some suspicious weirdo.

“Margo told me.”

 She chuckles and shakes her head, “Of course she did. Lemme guess she asked you for help with Mr. O’hara’s class?”

“Yep.” Miles grins.

Gwen walks up to Gayatri and puts her arm around her shoulder. “I see you met my amazing co-worker Gayatri. Have you met Pav yet? You’d love him.”

Gayatri shakes her head. “He did but unfortunately he said the two words”

Gwen's eyes widened as she looked at Miles.

“Dang, he got you? I remember being warned ahead of time about the infamous 'Chai' trigger. And he was doing so well today too. But hey at least he is making your drink, he's the best at it besides his Aunt.”

Before Miles could respond he saw Pavitr leave his drink and food at the pick-up area. He gives both Gayatri and Gwen a smile before saying he can’t wait to try it. 

He gets his order and tries to say thank you but sees that the cute Barista has disappeared. He frowns a bit at a lost opportunity to fix any tension that was caused by their latest interaction but he would probably have to do it another day. He didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so maybe he shouldn't stay here for the day and should just head back to his apartment. 

He could always hang out with Gwen later.  

Deciding to come back another day, he says goodbye to Gayatri and tells Gwen that he would see her later. He walked out of the cafe and took a sip of his ‘Chai’. 

Damn.

It really was amazing. He definitely had to come back soon. Hopefully that cute Barista would be in a better mood and wouldn't mind making his drink again. For now he wont dwell on the interaction and continue on with his day.

As soon as Miles left Pavitr emerged again. After calming down while making the customers drink he felt embarrassed about his outburst. The customer did not deserve that at all. If that customer was at least an asshole he wouldn't feel so bad but the customer was innocent and just unluckily was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

To make matters worse it seemed that the customer knew Gwen. 

He was rude to her friend. That wasn’t a good first impression at all. Maybe he could say sorry if he decided to come back. He was pretty sure Gayatri would give him a free drink on his next visit. Something she came up with if they had to make up a mistake to a customer. 

She came up with the idea after he lectured too many customers. It came in handy but they shouldn't do it so often. He could only pray that his Auntie Maya doesn’t find out. Maybe he could convince Gayatri not to tell her. 

He was so lost in thought that he didnt see Ben clock in for his shift and Gayatri trying to get his attention.

“Pavitr!!” 

He finally looked up at Gayatri. She could see how guilty he felt. 

She sighs.

“I wont tell Auntie Maya. The customer was very understanding, and he is friends with Gwen so he probably will come back, especially when he becomes impressed with your Chai making skills. So when he does apologize to him directly.”

Pavitr looks down a bit.

“I am serious Pavitr. Don't run away when he comes by. Just be your usual joyful self and it’ll be alright!” She gives him a reassuring smile. 

“Alright” He says. “I won't run away and I’ll say sorry.”

She nods. “Good.”

If he’s lucky the guy would just avoid him instead. Gayatri tells him to go officially take a break as Ben has clocked in and Gwen will be taking over Barista duty. So he sits in the backroom and takes a deep breath. Maybe he should've gone to the market with Auntie Maya. At least then he wouldn’t be overthinking how mean he was to some innocent guy.

As he takes his break he tries to put that interaction behind him and focus on being positive for the rest of the day. At the very least he won't be back so soon, no customer in their right mind would come the next day after being yelled at. Maybe he’d come back next week, by then it would be more calm and Pavitr could process how to properly apologize to him.

When he went back to shift he did forget the interaction for a while, and the next day he felt better. Gwen told him not to worry and that her friend was a very forgiving and chill guy. Pavitr just nodded at her. Even if he was that nice he probably wouldn't see him for a while hopefully. And he definitely wouldn't come back right away to a place he just got yelled at. That gave him some sense of relief to not have that confrontation anytime soon. 

That is until later that day he saw the same customer walk in when the cafe was mostly empty. Not only did he come back the next day, he also asked his Auntie Maya for him specifically to make his Chai drink. His Auntie Maya of course saw no problem with his request. She had no idea what he did to this poor customer yesterday. She called Pavitr to help him and take his order. Now he definitely couldn't avoid the confrontation. And conveniently his Auntie had to go get something in the back. So now it's just him and the guy he yelled at.

Pavitr wanted to crawl into a hole and just scream.

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[sasuke-kun0]

She looking at me and I’m looking at her~

Adult! Denki kaminari x reader imagines

Summary: just to play it safe for my first try on tumblr imma make a scenario of our pikachu falling in love with our lovely reader

Reader identifies as a girl (I’m sorry to the gender neutral ppl T^T) Pls enjoy <33

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Kaminari:

- Denki has always been a player like have you seen this guy flirt? Even as one of the top twenty ranking heros in Japan mans does not stop playing the game and he may not be successful but hey- the dude is trying

- Mina and you have already been friends since both of your 3rd year internships but have only started publicly hanging out when the two of you became official heros

- She Introduced you to the group during one of the many get togethers the squad has

- And as expected the group was extremely welcoming of you especially boom boom boy himself (he didn’t pay attention to you at all)

- But denki? The moment you walked into the room he could’ve sworn he felt an arrow pierce through his heart if not his soul

- And I’m not talking about a tiny crush like he usually had no- MANS WAS DEEPLY INTO YOU

- He knew his normal pick up lines wouldn’t work on you, he could not mess this one up so he got an idea

- Did you think it would be a smart one? He’s a human charger ffs 🤦‍♀️

- Kami thought that if he drank just enough alcohol to give him the confidence (and the chance to forget whatever stupid choice he made) he would be able to talk to you

- Did it work? Yes and no

- After a couple rounds of drinking (I’m being earnest) he found the courage to talk to you hoping to impress you with a small but cute introduction

- What he didn’t know was that you didn’t need an introduction bc you knew the spark plug from the start I mean cmon he’s a hero just like you are

-He also didn’t know that you’d been crushing on him since the moment Mina had talked about him (Mina loves her boys even if they are a tiny bit chaotic)

- So when he had introduced himself, you had to keep your cool because your crush had started talking to you

- “are you a cheat sheet? Cause you’re the answer to all my problems”

- yeah.. he had too much to drink even for the scale, however, a certain pinky just found it too cute to let go and suggested that you watch over the guy while she calls Shinsou to take him back home

- flustered but determined you promise her he’ll be with you safe and secure (somewhat) but after the many complaints of being “too heavy” he decided to take a tiny nap on your lap

- you’re burning inside but damn girl I gotta give you pointers for your poker face

- after registering that he’s currently laying in your lap and thinks that you’re gonna rant to Mina how of an annoying person he is (bby needs a break) he feels guilty and I think he’s even close to crying

- “I’m.. ssorry for making you uncomfortable if I did, I ffound you sho frickin cute and I dint wanna embarrass myself but it turns out I didn’t need to try.. I apologize.. for my behaviour.. cutie”

- he says slurring a little bit with pink hues on his adorable cheeks

- your felt your heart flip inside of your rib cage and even felt a tiny ache even when you didn’t mind his attempts at flirting with you- hell, you found it the sweetest thing ever

- you chuckle and look down at his sweet adoring eyes that shimmer in the disco light, “it’s okay kami-san I don’t mind it at all.. in fact I loved it” you become shy saying the last part but he still managed to hear you

- Denki thinks he’s dreaming no fuck that he decided that he was so drunk he probably hit his head somewhere and started hallucinating because there is no way this hell of an embarrassment actually worked

- you continue, “I’ve actually liked you for a while now so.. it’s really flattering to see my favourite hero.. find me attractive hehe” you giggle

- he has also decided that your laugh is the most beautiful sound on this planet and that he might wanna record it to just listen to it again

- he sits up straight to look at you in the eyes and yours widen at the close proximity, Denki takes your beauty in and sighs at how lucky he is just by being close to you, breathing the same oxygen as you; but then he registers what you said a minute before

- “wait.. you.. liked..me?” He mutters in syllables trying to fathom the sentence. You laugh at his expression and say yes despite the red burning on your cheeks

- once he finally processed what you said (it took him about 42 seconds) he suddenly stood up and went on his knees in front of your lap, you stay still on the seat in confusion and in shock

- “w-what? Um kami-san what are you-“ he stops you, “once I’m sober can I take you out to dinner?” He says in a determined manner, eyes sparkling with hope

- you think you died at some point and your body is just denying it, you don’t even feel the seat you’re sitting on

- having processed what was asked, you reply with a huge smile despite your blazing red face that could even be compared to Kirishima’s hair

- even when shinsou had taken him home grumbling about how he needs to hold back with the drinks.. denki kaminari couldn’t wait to wake up (with a major hangover but he could really care less) and go on a date with his cutie

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I Hope you enjoyed! And pls let me know if there are any suggestions you guys would make about my writing style or maybe even suggest who I will write about next! Next time lovelies

MWAH <333

[spiderfunkz]

hi!! <3 could you pls do a nancy wheeler x reader where reader has a big crush on nancy and so she’s super jealous of steve and like is mad at him cuz he keeps hitting on nance. and steve asks robin like “why does she hate me so much” and robin’s the only one who knows so she tells him and there’s like platonic steve x reader? idk i thought it was kind of a cute idea but no pressure :)

I WISH I KNEW YOU WANTED ME

summary : you always had a thing for nance, but everytime you wanted to confess, he's always in your way. pairings : nancy wheeler x fem!reader, robin x fem!reader (platonic), steve x fem!reader (platonic). wc : 1.07k warnings : bit of angst, fluff, foul language, reader sorta disliking steve (they became friends at the end so :), and probably some typos [ hi anon! thank u sm for requesting & sorry it took a while!! i didn't have any ideas for this little one-shot but i tried to come up with something so i hope u like it!! <3 (also sorry theres not much steve & reader interactions, i didn't have any ideas for them.. ]

the saying "you hate him" is probably a bit exaggerating, but it's true. steve 'hair harrington has ruined every chance of you getting with nancy. i mean, all you wanted was for her to look at you, but she's always too busy looking at him. and now, fighting demobats in the upside down with him, isn't helping you at all.

"see now? this is your chance, y/n" robin nudges your elbow, gesturing towards nancy. robin was your friend since middle school, you were closer than ever with her. you did projects together, you taught her how to bike, you fought monsters with her, and you told her about your crush towards nancy.

"i can't. i mean look at her! she's basically with steve now" you shook her head — "he's steve, y/n! that's what he does, flirts with girls, then fails. miserably" robin stated, brightening the mood a bit. "yeah, but i don't even think she likes girls, if i did told her without knowing if she likes girls or not, i'm gonna be the town pariah!" you ranted.

"you're not gonna be a town pariah, i guarantee you that nancy wheeler actually likes girls, and to be more specific, i meant you" robin smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. you're not sure at all about that, though a small part of you thinks that you have a chance.

but your thoughts got cut off quickly when the ground started shaking on your way to skull rock. "shit!" the ground started shaking to the point you tripped, landing on the person in front of you. who, coincidentally was nancy wheeler.

"sorry" you apologize, face turning red. "no, no it's fine" she says, helping you get back up. you were too busy being a blushing mess to realize that you're making eye contact with her. "hi" you blurt out as she smiles — "hi" nancy replies.

as you're about to have a moment with her, steve had to interrupt of course. "um nance" steve interrupted, gesturing for her to keep going as he gave you an awkward smile. your smile fades a bit as nancy quickly leaves you and goes with steve.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

as you all go on, heading to skull rock for a bit of shelter. once you got there steve rested his back on the rock as he winced. earlier, he got bit by a bunch of demobats, and probably lost a pound of meat. you sat down on one of the rocks, looking at the rest of the gang panicking about steve's wound... and that's when you realize the sharp pain coming from your thigh. robin was busy with steve, eddie was busy doing whatever eddie-shit he was doing, and nancy was... right in front of you?

"shit, are you okay?" she asks, observing the wound on your thigh. "no, not really" you shook her head as you see the panic in her eyes. "hold still" nancy says, ripping another piece of her clothing and using it to wrap it around your wound. "too tight?" — "nope" you wince a bit, "okay that should stop the bleeding for a bit, i have an aid kit in my house, and maybe after we get out of this shithole, i can fix your wound a bit" she smiles as your face turns bright pink. "what about steve?" you question as she glances at steve then right back at you. "he'll be fine, he's steve" she replies as you nod.

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talk-active with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

"you sure?" she asks as you gave her a small nod. it was silent for a moment before you spoke and broke the silence, "you know we were in the same class, first year?" you spoke as nancy furrowed her brows. "really?" — "yeah, mrs. gale, biology" you say. "you would sit in front of me everyday, and you would answer all the questions she asked" you continue as nancy's face brightens up a bit maybe knowing where this is going.

"you would have the same hairstyle everyday, and you would bring the same cardigan almost everyday" — "but even when i noticed you wouldn't notice me at all, i would try to talk to you but you were always busy talking to him, and when i would try to pair-up with you during projects, you already paired up with him. and you wouldn't even look at me because you were to busy looking him" you ranted, not noticing that you were starting to sob up a bit. "and all i wanted was for you, nancy wheeler to for once look at me"

"i like you nancy, i like you a lot" you confess, shuffling away from her a bit, scared of her response. "that was stupid, just- just forget that i said that i don't know what i was thinking sorr-" your little rant got cut of by nancy kissing you. yes. nancy wheeler, was now, kissing you. you freeze a bit before returning the kiss. her lips was soft, so soft you almost melted at that moment.

you broke the kiss, stuttering the words you were trying to say as nancy wipe your tears away. "i like you too y/n. and i'm sorry for not noticing you back at first year, i was- i was scared because everytime i did. those feelings in my stomach would grow butterflies and i was scared if anyone finds out about that" she admits. "but i'm not scared anymore" she says, cupping your cheeks as you smile.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

the saying "you hate him" is probably a bit exaggerating, but it's true. steve 'hair harrington has ruined every chance of you getting with nancy. i mean, all you wanted was for her to look at you, but she's always too busy looking at him. and now, fighting demobats in the upside down with him, isn't helping you at all.

"see now? this is your chance, y/n" robin nudges your elbow, gesturing towards nancy. robin was your friend since middle school, you were closer than ever with her. you did projects together, you taught her how to bike, you fought monsters with her, and you told her about your crush towards nancy.

"i can't. i mean look at her! she's basically with steve now" you shook her head — "he's steve, y/n! that's what he does, flirst with girls, then fails. miserably" robin stated, brightening the mood a bit. "yeah, but i don't even think she likes girls, if i did told her without knowing if she likes girls or not, i'm gonna be the town pariah!" you ranted.

"you're not gonna be a town pariah, i guarantee you that nancy wheeler actually likes girls, and to be more specific, i meant you" robin smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. you're not sure at all about that, though a small part of you thinks that you have a chance.

but your thoughts got cut off quickly when the ground started shaking on your way to skull rock. "shit!" the ground started shaking to the point you tripped, landing on the person in front of you. who, coincidentally was nancy wheeler.

"sorry" you apologize, face turning red. "no, no it's fine" she says, helping you get back up. you were too busy being a blushing mess to realize that you're making eye contact with her. "hi" you blurt out as she smiles — "hi" nancy replies.

as you're about to have a moment with her, steve had to interrupt of course. "um nance" steve interrupted, gesturing for her to keep going as he gave you an awkward smile. your smile fades a bit as nancy quickly leaves you and goes with steve.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

as you all go on, heading to skull rock for a bit of shelter. once you got there steve rested his back on the rock as he winced. earlier, he got bit by a bunch of demobats, and probably lost a pound of meat. you sat down on one of the rocks, looking at the rest of the gang panicking about steve's wound... and that's when you realize the sharp pain coming from your thigh. robin was busy with steve, eddie was busy doing whatever eddie-shit he was doing, and nancy was... right in front of you?

"shit, are you okay?" she asks, observing the wound on your thigh. "no, not really" you shook her head as you see the panic in her eyes. "hold still" nancy says, ripping another piece of her clothing and using it to wrap it around your wound. "too tight?" — "nope" you wince a bit, "okay that should stop the bleeding for a bit, i have an aid kit in my house, and maybe after we get out of this shithole, i can fix your wound a bit" she smiles as your face turns bright pink. "what about steve?" you question as she glances at steve then right back at you. "he'll be fine, he's steve" she replies as you nod.

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talkactive with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

"you sure?" she asks as you gave her a small nod. it was silent for a moment before you spoke and broke the silence, "you know we were in the same class, first year?" you spoke as nancy furrowed her brows. "really?" — "yeah, mrs. gale, biology" you say. "you would sit in front of me everyday, and you would answer all the questions she asked" you continue as nancy's face brightens up a bit maybe knowing where this is going.

"you would have the same hairstyle everyday, and you would bring the same cardigan almost everyday" — "but even when i noticed you wouldn't notice me at all, i would try to talk to you but you were always busy talking to him, and when i would try to pair-up with you during projects, you already paired up with him. and you wouldn't even look at me because you were to busy looking him" you ranted, not noticing that you were starting to sob up a bit. "and all i wanted was for you, nancy wheeler to for once look at me"

"i like you nancy, i like you a lot" you confess, shuffling away from her a bit, scared of her response. "that was stupid, just- just forget that i said that i don't know what i was thinking sorr-" your little rant got cut of by nancy kissing you. yes. nancy wheeler, was now, kissing you. you freeze a bit before returning the kiss. her lips was soft, so soft you almost melted at that moment.

you broke the kiss, stuttering the words you were trying to say as nancy wipe your tears away. "i like you too y/n. and i'm sorry for not noticing you back at first year, i was- i was scared because everytime i did. those feelings in my stomach would grow butterflies and i was scared if anyone finds out about that" she admits. "but i'm not scared anymore" she says, cupping your cheeks as you smile.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

the saying "you hate him" is probably a bit exaggerating, but it's true. steve 'hair harrington has ruined every chance of you getting with nancy. i mean, all you wanted was for her to look at you, but she's always too busy looking at him. and now, fighting demobats in the upside down with him, isn't helping you at all.

"see now? this is your chance, y/n" robin nudges your elbow, gesturing towards nancy. robin was your friend since middle school, you were closer than ever with her. you did projects together, you taught her how to bike, you fought monsters with her, and you told her about your crush towards nancy.

"i can't. i mean look at her! she's basically with steve now" you shook her head — "he's steve, y/n! that's what he does, flirst with girls, then fails. miserably" robin stated, brightening the mood a bit. "yeah, but i don't even think she likes girls, if i did told her without knowing if she likes girls or not, i'm gonna be the town pariah!" you ranted.

"you're not gonna be a town pariah, i guarantee you that nancy wheeler actually likes girls, and to be more specific, i meant you" robin smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. you're not sure at all about that, though a small part of you thinks that you have a chance.

but your thoughts got cut off quickly when the ground started shaking on your way to skull rock. "shit!" the ground started shaking to the point you tripped, landing on the person in front of you. who, coincidentally was nancy wheeler.

"sorry" you apologize, face turning red. "no, no it's fine" she says, helping you get back up. you were too busy being a blushing mess to realize that you're making eye contact with her. "hi" you blurt out as she smiles — "hi" nancy replies.

as you're about to have a moment with her, steve had to interrupt of course. "um nance" steve interrupted, gesturing for her to keep going as he gave you an awkward smile. your smile fades a bit as nancy quickly leaves you and goes with steve.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

as you all go on, heading to skull rock for a bit of shelter. once you got there steve rested his back on the rock as he winced. earlier, he got bit by a bunch of demobats, and probably lost a pound of meat. you sat down on one of the rocks, looking at the rest of the gang panicking about steve's wound... and that's when you realize the sharp pain coming from your thigh. robin was busy with steve, eddie was busy doing whatever eddie-shit he was doing, and nancy was... right in front of you?

"shit, are you okay?" she asks, observing the wound on your thigh. "no, not really" you shook her head as you see the panic in her eyes. "hold still" nancy says, ripping another piece of her clothing and using it to wrap it around your wound. "too tight?" — "nope" you wince a bit, "okay that should stop the bleeding for a bit, i have an aid kit in my house, and maybe after we get out of this shithole, i can fix your wound a bit" she smiles as your face turns bright pink. "what about steve?" you question as she glances at steve then right back at you. "he'll be fine, he's steve" she replies as you nod.

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talkactive with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

"you sure?" she asks as you gave her a small nod. it was silent for a moment before you spoke and broke the silence, "you know we were in the same class, first year?" you spoke as nancy furrowed her brows. "really?" — "yeah, mrs. gale, biology" you say. "you would sit in front of me everyday, and you would answer all the questions she asked" you continue as nancy's face brightens up a bit maybe knowing where this is going.

"you would have the same hairstyle everyday, and you would bring the same cardigan almost everyday" — "but even when i noticed you wouldn't notice me at all, i would try to talk to you but you were always busy talking to him, and when i would try to pair-up with you during projects, you already paired up with him. and you wouldn't even look at me because you were to busy looking him" you ranted, not noticing that you were starting to sob up a bit. "and all i wanted was for you, nancy wheeler to for once look at me"

"i like you nancy, i like you a lot" you confess, shuffling away from her a bit, scared of her response. "that was stupid, just- just forget that i said that i don't know what i was thinking sorr-" your little rant got cut of by nancy kissing you. yes. nancy wheeler, was now, kissing you. you freeze a bit before returning the kiss. her lips was soft, so soft you almost melted at that moment.

you broke the kiss, stuttering the words you were trying to say as nancy wipe your tears away. "i like you too y/n. and i'm sorry for not noticing you back at first year, i was- i was scared because everytime i did. those feelings in my stomach would grow butterflies and i was scared if anyone finds out about that" she admits. "but i'm not scared anymore" she says, cupping your cheeks as you smile.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

[ccruelgods]

dead plate oc infodump [nobody cheers]

his name is levine moreau, nicknamed "quill", which ill be using to refer to him from here on out. he's 20 (21 at the events of DP), and an agender aroace.

tw for implied s/a and prostitution mentioned.

quill grew up in an entitled, high class family that held his to incredibly high standards, expecting nothing less than the best from him. as the only child, he had a lot of weight on his shoulders, and was expected to carry on the family "legacy".

with a delusional mother who believes him to be a very young girl, even after he became a teenager, and a father who was essentially blind to how it was harmful, quill ended up feeling suffocated in his own house very often and moved out rather early at 17, mostly jumping between hotels, using money he had been saving up.

once he ran out of money for resources at 18, he became somewhat desperate and took any jobs he could, eventually turning to prostitution as a last resort. after being used by a woman named Amira, who left him drunk in the back alley of La Gueule De Saturne , now a 21 y/o at the time of the events, meaning yes, 2-3 years of prostitution, he ended up drunkenly stumbling inside, passing out at one of the tables after breaking in.

vince finds him there in the morning, and begins to criticize him for it, but quill beats him to it, extremely hungover, he begins berating himself out loud, criticizing himself for falling asleep and being hungover, and blaming himself for what happened, muttering about being better, and how he's "better than that".

vince interrupts him, realizing that, judging by his rants, quill isn't just some low class idiot who got drunk and wandered around town, and takes a little pity on him, offering him a job as a cook—a weeklong trial run that quill easily aces, meeting vince's strict expectations and exceeding them.

it was 2 months later when rody came in as a waiter and met quill after bursting into the kitchen to talk to vince. quill took an immediate dislike to him, due to his absurd eagerness and extreme amount of energy. despite this, he made sure to keep rody out of trouble with vince, warming up enough to trust him as an acquaintance and inform him of vince's strictness and how to stay in line as much as possible.

role in:

ending 1: no major role.

ending 2: quill is present at the dinner party as, unsurprisingly, the cook. he is startled to see rody, and can be found later on at the party in vince's room, putting the freezer key in his pocket and shooing rody out, informing him the bathroom is the first room, not the second, and avoiding the question of why he was in vince's room. vince catches rody coming out of the room, and the dialogue progresses normally, with quill missing for the rest of the scene until the freezer sequence.

when rody enters the freezer, which he finds unlocked, quill can be found inspecting the locket, and after a short exchange, it's revealed that quill knew manon vaguely, but not on the best terms, and was unaware of the relationship between her and rody, but was very much aware that vince was corresponding with her.

rody initially believes quill is the one making food from human meat, until quill bluntly states that he only entered the fridge to figure out what the noise from a day ago was, assuming someone was trapped in there. rody, embarrassed, begins to leave the freezer, only to discover it's been locked and barred from the outside.

quill suddenly apologizes, and when rody questions why, quill solemnly explaining that he had no choice but to lure him there, as vince was starting to get impatient and snappish with how perfect the food was, and that it felt suffocating. he tells rody that he only did it to get back on vince's good side and become useful again, but rody dismisses him completely, and is suddenly knocked out. upon awakening, rody finds himself tied up as normal, and also discovers that quill is nowhere to be found.

ending 3: no major role. he can be seen in an end cutscenes stumbling out of the burning restaurant, staring at it before bumping into rody, making eye contact before dropping his gaze and starting to leave—however, rody offers to let him stay at his place.

ending 4: no major role. short cutscenes plays of quill standing beside vince in the kitchen holding a plate of unidentifiable body parts. he turns to the camera with a darkened expression, and then turns to ask vince something. the scene ends at vince glancing up at him in question.

i don't have much official art for him yet, though.

[nekrotiize]

Speaking again on the Blue Robot Twitter RP thing. Putting this under a cut, since it’s a bit long, and I’m writing this a little more formally than my last rant. I didn’t expect many people to see that, on account of community size, but it occurs to me I should’ve at least put a little bit of protective measures for people to be able to more easily tap in or out of the conversation. It is a triggering one. I apologize to anyone who was negatively impacted. Rectifying it now, though.

Content Warning: Discussion of Fandom Toxicity, False Accusations.

For those unaware, I was the writing team lead from the revival a few years back, and wrote several characters myself (10 mainly, 11 later, co-wrote 01). I was a late teenager for most of that, and I became something of a scapegoat for people’s complaints of everything wrong with the revival, despite not actually being the one who penned most of the things complained about. Whenever a comparison to the good of the revival was put up, it was almost always my work. (I’m allowed to brag, I was put through hell.)

I was not allowed to clarify that the people that were being spoken of as if they were me were not actually me, because the writing team essentially had code-of-honor-enforced NDAs on them. You just didn’t tell people you were the writer of a character due to the ARG elements. Any sort of hinting at you were the writer, or even outright saying it, was “dropping the curtain”. So, I basically had to just deal with the fact that several targets were put on my back that weren’t even actually mine.

Several people were violently, hatefully obsessed with me, and this lead to me getting constantly vagueposted, shittalked, accused of things like child predation/being a pedophile/supporting pedophilia for zero reason, despite being a victim myself (this got so bad that David, the CEO, had to get involved), et cetera. It was extremely nasty. A lot of people in that community were very deeply angry people, and would stop at nothing to make everyone hate whatever they hated. Assuming the worst in people was a reflex to many. It was extremely volatile and toxic.

I tried to keep everything in order as best as I could. I poured in countless hours of work to this community that seemingly hated me, a job that did not pay me, and completely ruined my mental health (I think I’m mostly recovered now, though, which is a big victory). I was the guy who did most of the work on the wiki, planned a bunch of fan favorite arcs, made a fuck ton of music and art, et cetera. Nothing I ever did was enough for people.

I know some people are confused as to how such a small community could be so toxic. I really want to address that, since it was something that confused me at first, too. I thought, naïvely, that less people would mean toxicity was easily to quell and manage- and in this case, I was wrong.

In this case, less people meant toxicity spread faster, and was less diluted.

Everyone knew everyone. I thought this was a pro, an objectively good thing that would stop- or at least hinder- people from crafting up petty drama and stirring the pot. After all, accusing someone you know of something is a lot harder than accusing a stranger. It’s easier to assume the worst in someone when you don’t know anything about them.

What instead happened was that the “everyone knew everyone” aspect made for the absolute ripest conditions for a panopticon I’ve ever seen. Everyone knew everyone. Everyone had a weapon trained at everyone. If you didn’t have a weapon trained at somebody, you’re getting shot yourself. I didn’t like the idea of pointing guns at people for no reason, so I got shot. Like, a lot, lol.

I think at least a solid chunk as to why this was the case was, like… The fault of the construction of the fanbase in general? As in, the kind of people that composed it. It wasn’t something you knew about unless you were deeply online (red flag one), on Twitter (red flag two), and super into the vocal synthesis fandom (red flag three). “Deeply online Twitter users super into vocal synthesis as a fandom” is a very cursed sentence, because… Frankly, not a lot of people who are even just one of these things are very hinged people. Being deeply online desensitizes you to the fact that the people you interact with online are people, Twitter functions very literally on an algorithm that very enthusiastically enables and emboldens outrage, and the vocal synthesis fandom as a whole is very… Weirdly discourse filled, and generally just not a very nice group of people to be around.

In retrospect… It’s kind of a no-brainer that it would be a pretty toxic place to be, full of hateful, angry people who don’t understand that their actions have weight and consequences. I just couldn’t see this when I was younger.

… Because I was the guy who accidentally revived the fandom to begin with. I just… Started making a bunch of art of my own mental image of the story, and a pairing I thought would work really well (I made 10/01 as a ship). I didn’t expect this dead-for-years fandom to come back to life, just because I was drawing things for myself.

I didn’t expect it to be this way. I didn’t expect any eyes on me. I didn’t expect that vile little corpse to come back to life, and I didn’t expect that it contained a hideous, hateful miasma of rot and venom in it that would ruin lives, including mine.

It almost makes me feel a bit guilty. If I hadn’t drawn those pieces, this fandom would’ve never been revived, and all those people would have never gotten hurt.

It sucks.

It really does suck a lot.

I am so deeply sorry to those who have been hurt. You did not deserve this.

[nightfallsolace]

Hello, could I request a headcanon list for either Joseph or Luca? (if it's ok can you do both please?) with a chaotic S/o? thank you!!

OMG OMG OMG YES-- Finally, I have a request. Truthfully, I was already writing the request bUt nO crome decided to be an asshole and close one me, BUT YES I can and will do both <33 I'm making the s/o gender-neutral since there was no specified gender, Warning!! Cursing

Joseph Desaulnier and Luca Balsa with a gn! chaotic s/o joseph Desaulnier

-With chaos, there must be speed, I mean, how are you supposed to create chaos if you're slow?

-So Joseph had a pretty rough time catching you at first

-Truthfully, he found you annoying at first

-Poor peepaw got subjected to your pranks as well

-S/o would be constantly bugging and stealing joseph's food

Joseph: "Y/n, did you eat my cream puffs??"

Y/n: *mouth full of food* "No..."

Joseph: "Then what's that on your shirt?"

Y/n: "That's whipped cocaine--"

-Had been very irritable for a month due to your shenanigans

-Welp, he’s had decided that he hates you, (actually no, that's a lie, he’s just very irritated,)

-He started ignoring you, which actually made you guilty of the thing you did,

-you started trying absolutely EVERYTHING to get his attention and to get him to forgive you, 

-He would wake up everyday for 3 months to find random things and food on his front door, and apology letters slipped under his door

-Joseph ignored it for the first few weeks, throwing away the letters and items, and giving away the food that had been placed on the doorstep, but eventually gave in

-He found himself smiling every time a letter had been slipped under his door, and he had started to collect the trinkets he had been receiving and eating the food that had been placed every now and then

-He started slowly noticing you again, which made you pretty happy

-Joseph realized that aside from the all the chaos and pain you inflict, you could also be a source of solace

-Whenever he would lose a match, or had a problem, he could just storm into your room and rant for hours and you would just sit and listen. Either giving really good advice or something related to fire,

Joseph: *rants in French*

Y/n: “Mhm, uh huh, ok, so I have a solution,”

Joseph: ”Thank goodness,”

Y/n: “It involves fire”

Joseph: “Absolutely not”

-He slowly fell for your child-like charm, despite him stating he very much “hated” you.

--The confession

Joseph: “Have you ever liked someone, but you were to afraid to tell them?”

Y/n: “oh yeah, why?”

*silence*

Mary: *face palms* JUST KISS ALREADY I AM S I C K OF WATCHING THE TWO OF YOU IN THIS PITIFUL STATE

Joseph and y/n: *blushing furiously*

Luca Balsa

-Literally both of you head-slamed into each other, the first time you met. and it just went like

Luca: ouch!-

Y/n: OH FUCK-- sorry- *runs away*

Luca: wha-

Y/n: I LIKE YOUR OUTFIT BTW ITS BADASS!!

Luca: oh damn, they cool

- Met again, in the halls of the manor when Luca was testing out his new machinery, which you had complimented, plus points to you from luc

-Ya’ll became good friends after that,

-he would help you with whatever pranks you want to do and in exchange you would help him with his inventions

-encourages your shenanigans, and often gets involves in them to,

-pranks the hunters during matches

-sometimes the other survivors to

-YOU CANNOT IN ANYWAY UNCONVINCE ME THAT LUCA DOES NOT OWN A RAT >:((

-you found out about his pet rat and decided to adopt one from the cellar to

-Rat Buddies <33

-”Platonic flirting”

Luca: “Did it hurt?”

y/n: “what do you mean?”

Luca: “when you fell from heaven”

y/n: “no, but I scraped my knees crawling out of hell”

Luca: “you are literally so cool”

Y/n: bro...

Luca: bro..

-Both oblivious to each others feelings, LIKE JUST DATE ALREADY?!

-Confession probably went like, “you bro I think we’re in love” “holy shit I think we are”