#LIKE BROTHER I KNOW THAT!!!! I KNOW!! but good intentions do not excuse anyone from the harm they may cause!!!!

[frogathy]

not feeling safe your whole life to share your real honest feelings with your father because he explodes and takes it as a personal, utterly disrespectful offense when you have, but now youre trying to learn and heal from that so you decide to be honest about your feelings with your father instead of lying to please him and he explodes and takes it as a personal, utterly disrespectful offense <

[lordprettyflackotara]

living room flow || Matt Sturniolo

smut 18+, minors dni | a/n: i thought the ending was too emo so i made it just a tad haha. also, first time writing for matt? w? L? thoughts?

Matt patiently waited for you to text him.

He always did, eagerly checking his notifications constantly.

Matt knew that when you texted him that it would only be for one thing.

The brunette sat by his phone as he usually did, trying to distract himself by poorly playing fortnite.

“Hey bro you good? You’ve died every game,” Chris asked. Matt hesitated his response, knowing his affair with you was to be kept hidden. You had no intentions of a relationship and zero intentions of your late nights with Matt getting leaked to anyone. To Matt’s dismay, that included Nick and Chris.

“Yeah man i’m just-” Matt began to respond, setting his controller down. It was in that moment his phone lit up, the satisfying vibration catching Matt’s attention. He grabbed it immediately, unlocking it to read the notification.

Hey, you game tonight?

Matt smiled at your words, quickly texting you back that he was, as always. “I’m just tired, i’m gonna hop off and try to get some sleep,” Matt rambled, excusing himself from the game. The brothers exchanged quick goodbyes, Matt jumping off of the game immediately.

Be there in five

Matt frantically sprayed on some cologne, running his hands through his messy hair. As sneaky as possible he crept down the stairs, careful to not alert his brothers of his presence. You never knocked on the door, always carefully waiting for Matt to open it.

By the time Matt opened it you were going feral. You walked into the house, planting your lips onto his. Electric waves of pleasure shot up his spine, his brain barely functioning enough to remember to shut the front door. Matt smirked into the kiss, roughly matching your energy. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He began tugging at your shirt, causing you to pull away. “Here? What about Chris and Nick-” You whispered. Matt helped you take off your shirt, his eyes full of lust as he eyed your breast. “Better be quiet then, hmm?” Matt replied, leaning forward once more. He cornered you against the kitchen counter, tilting your head to the side to give him access to your neck.

He began sucking and licking at your skin, littering it with what you were sure to be love marks in the morning. Covering you in marks was the most possessive Matt could be with you, your agreement to this in the first place centered around no strings attached. You never packed any clothes, you weren’t that lonely, but you did like Matt. Matt knew as soon as both of you had came, you would be going.

It was apart of the reason he took his time with you, trying to draw out the amount of time you’d spend with him. His large hands snaked their way down to your shorts and panties, yanking them down in a swift motion. You could feel your cheeks blushing red, even if Matt had seen you in this position dozens of times. He was always so creative and kinky, you never knew what to expect from him. You would’ve never guessed when you had met him.

You unclasped your bra, leaving your body completely exposed to the feral man in front of you. Matt was quick to lower himself to his knees, lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter. The marble was cool against your skin, goosebumps rising as Matt kissed in between your thighs. “I need you to be good and quiet for me, can you do that?” Matt asked you. You nodded, your breath hitching as he spread your legs.

He lifted your legs, placing them over his shoulders as he licked a stripe up your cunt. You held back a moan, your hand finding its way to his hair. “Matt,” You whispered, his eyes meeting yours. You were so pretty like this, when you were absolutely desperate to be touched in the slightest way. Matt began lapping at your cunt, sucking at your clit. Your thighs squeezed his head, your sinful noises muffled as you grinded against his face.

Matt brought two fingers to your cunt, knowing you enough to know you were impatient. You enjoyed the feeling of getting stretched out, even if it took you a moment to adjust. But Matt’s fingers had been in you so many times now, he felt like they felt perfectly. “Better keep quiet slut, wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you?” Matt taunted. You bit the inside of your cheek, shaking your head no.

Your walls were squeezing around his as he curled his fingers inside of you, finger fucking you aggressively. That was another thing Matt adored about you. You liked it just as rough as he did. Matt admired you as he watched you struggle to contain yourself. “Or would you like that? Maybe Chris could join. You’d like that, wouldn’t you slut?” Matt asked mockingly. You quietly groaned his name as you tugged at the roots of his hair.

Your walls involuntarily squeezed at the idea of taking both him and Chris, causing him to smirk. He brought himself to his feet, towering over you as he relentlessly finger fucked you. “Oh you like that. You want me and Chris to use both of your holes?” Matt whispered. You let out a soft moan, a familiar knot forming in your stomach. Your brain was slowly turning to mush, your body drunk on the pleasure Matt was giving you.

“Answer me whore, I asked you a question,” Matt growled, glaring down at you. You met his eyes as he studied you. You nodded yes, afraid if you spoke the filthy sounds you were holding in would be unleashed. Matt brought his spare hand to your throat, his rings cool against your skin as he choked you. “Words baby, tell me what you want,” Matt said as lovingly as he could muster. He loved to watch you humiliate yourself for him, babbling filthy nonsense fantasies.

“I-I want you and C-Chris to use me,” You stuttered, trying to keep your groans under control. You grabbed Matt’s wrist, moaning as he squeezed your neck. “I’m gonna cum, fuck i’m gonna fucking cum,” You whispered. You grinded your hips on his hand as he was knuckles deep inside of you, euphoria washing over you as you came on his fingers. Matt smirked as he watched you come down from your high, slowly removing his fingers from your cunt.

You panted as you watched Matt remove his shirt, gasping in surprise as he picked you up off of the counter. He laid you down on the couch and you silently thanked him for putting you on the velvet one. He leaned back, beginning to tug down his plaid pajama pants. “You sure you’re going to be able to be quiet as I fuck you senseless?” Matt asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes playfully, helping him tug down his pants and boxers.

“If you don’t hurry up I might change my mind and go see if Chris is available,” You teased. Matt leaned over you, bringing his hand back to your throat. “You’re cute, but you belong to me,” Matt whispered. He brought his shaft to your aching cunt, your body melting at his words. You swallowed as he squeezed your throat, gathering your slick on the tip of his cock. “You’re all mine,” Matt muttered, pushing himself inside of you.

You both moaned in unison as he slowly slid into you, stretching you out as he buried his cock inside of you. His words barely processed in your mind, his tip brushing against your g spot. You struggled to remain quiet as he slowly began to move, involuntarily you moaned his name. Matt began to pick up the pace, releasing your throat and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You both were whimpering messes, his cock abusing your cunt to his liking. “You feel so good,” Matt praised, placing sloppy kisses onto your neck. You clung onto his back, your nails digging into his skin. He continued to fuck you, both of you losing yourselves in the pleasure the other provided. Matt almost didn’t hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, his eyes widening once he heard a tiktok playing from one of his brothers phones.

Shit.

In a swift motion Matt grabbed your hips, rolling both of you off of the couch and onto the floor. “Matt! What the fuck?” You whispered, your back slamming against the carpet. Matt shoved his hand over your mouth, placing his finger to his lips to signal you to be quiet. Your eyes widened as the sound of random tiktok audios rang off of the walls. Matt peeked around the couch, Chris’s face buried into his phone. As Matt moved he brushed against your g spot, your whimpering muffled by Matt’s hand.

Matt looked down at you, the fridge light illuminating the look of lust written across your face. Matt smirked. “You freaky fuck,” Matt grumbled, ensuring that only both of you heard him. Matt slowly bucked his hips, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the sound of Chris rummaging through the fridge became background noise. The stairs were connected to the kitchen, surely the couch in the living room would provide you both enough privacy, right?

Matt listened intently as Chris grabbed a snack, his eyes glued to his phone as he went back upstairs. You could feel your orgasm approaching, Matt’s slow and sensual strokes sending you quickly to euphoria. The idea that Chris could catch you at any moment made your walls squeeze Matt tighter. The sound of Chris’s footsteps up the stairs slowly evaporated out of earshot.

“Fuck you’re milking me baby,” Matt groaned, picking up his pace. He snapped his hips into yours, your thighs trembling as you felt your orgasm approaching. Matt kept his hand over your mouth, your hand gripping his wrist as you came. Your thighs shook violently as you came, Matt’s thrust slowing down as he pulled out of you. He groaned your name as he jacked his cock in front of you, whimpering as he came on your stomach.

His cum painted your skin, his hand removed from your mouth as he looked down and admired you. Your heart was racing, your breathing slowly going back to normal as you came down from your high. “You’re so pretty,” Matt murmured. You gave him a weak smile, your head spinning as you slowly sat up. “Here let me help you,” Matt whispered. He grabbed a nearby tissue box, wiping your stomach clean and cleaning you up.

In less than a minute you were collecting your scattered clothes off of the floor and redressing yourself. Matt licked his dry lips as he pulled on his pajama pants, watching as you quickly shoved your clothes back on. “You know you don’t have to go, you can always stay the night,” Matt offered. You ran your fingers through your hair, giving him a small smile. You walked to the door, holding your sneakers.

“Maybe next time Matty,”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before you disappeared into the night.

Matt watched you went, before slowly shutting the door.

As sneaky as he could he headed upstairs, gently closing his bedroom door behind him. He sighed. Out of disappointment you left, but also out of relief his brothers didn’t manage to hear anything out of the ordinary. Matt felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, causing him to quickly dig it out of his pants.

From: Chris

Next time you have a sneaky link over, try to not leave her clothes all over the kitchen. I almost slipped on her panties and fell. Not cool dude.

[praisethesuuun]

First of all, I would like to say that I love your art! 🥺💕

Second, can I request how Buddha, Poseidon, and Hades would react if the (gn) reader teases them under the table in the middle of the gods meeting? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Thanks in advance because I know I'm going to love what you're going to write.🛐

You're really sweet anon☀️❤️ comments like this really melts my heart and lights up my rainy days💞 I really hope I did a good job, sorry if it's not good🙏

RoR characters being teased by their s/o under the table!

BUDDHA

🍬Okay, Buddha really didn't want to go to that meeting. But you forced him to go: it's been some time now that you've had the intention of spicing up your love life, something more risky, exciting. Buddha knows how to be lazy when he wants and often you have to keep the libido high, it was time to teach him a good lesson.

🍬Buddha always sits in the back, dark seats whenever the gods have one of their big gatherings: he doesn't want to stand out and wants to nibble on his snacks in peace. But not that day...poor Buddha didn't even know what he was getting into...

🍬You sat on his lap, your place of honor, eating a candy you'd stolen from your lover without showing up. Buddha wasn't entirely interested: he kept yawning, throwing some paper at the head of the minor deities, in short, the usual. But not for long. It wasn't too long before you shifted your position to straddle him directly. "What are you doing, bunny?" he will ask you, intrigued.

🍬His response came when your hips started to move slightly, using the excuse of getting comfortable. For a second, Buddha's eyes darted around him to see if anyone was watching, and then he thanked himself for choosing a fairly secluded spot; so, she decided to relax and let you do it, even though it was nearly impossible to hold back the moans.

🍬"Little bunny...someone may see us..." he whispers in your ear, breath hot and short against your skin. But in reality, he didn't mind being caught, on the contrary, perhaps the idea of being seen would prompt him to give the gods one last slap in the face, bragging about his fun with a grin, as his hands rest lazily on your hips.

POSEIDON

🌊The Zeus of the Sea had already left the temple annoyed: meetings between the gods were never one of his favorite ways to spend the day, especially if it meant enduring the shouts of the noisiest deities. You too seemed bored, especially given the judgment that others had of you, being a nymph and not a diety.

🌊Boredom was starting to set in, which wasn't showing up on the other Olympian deities, too busy arguing and gossiping among themselves to notice your arm moving slowly up and down under the table.

🌊Poseidon, sitting next to you, had his eyes closed, beautifully ignoring your soft hands wrapped around his penis; all he thought about was how long it will finish before you get tired. If you ignore her she will get tired, right? No, not this time.

🌊Your fingers danced gracefully, taking their time as they went up and down, again and again. Poseidon kept his eyes closed so as not to open wide them wide and glare at you, but what the hell were you even thinking? He hated performing romantic acts in public, even less sexual acts, but if he stopped you, the others would surely find out something's wrong.

🌊Once you return to his temple, as punishment the god won't even touch you with a finger, waiting for you to crawl back to him with an apology worthy of your crime. "Next time think about it twice, I won't repeat myself"

HADES

💀Hades sat serious, ethereal and focused on his throne. His gaze moved to everyone present, while he let his little brother Zeus take the reins of the meeting. The lords of Olympus had gathered as usual to discuss their realms; you and your husband had arrived early and Hades was about to turn around, before seeing his wife dive under the table.

💀He didn't even have time to ask you what you were doing, that the door of the huge hall swung completely open, announcing the entry of his precious brothers. Hades was shocked, but he pulled himself together instantly, sitting in his seat without saying anything to avoid embarrassing you. So, the king of the Underworld just decided to roll with it.

💀Everything was going well, at least until Hades felt the zipper of his pants come down. The god looked down, halfway between furious and frustrated, stiffening as your glittering eyes met his. He blushed noticeably as your lips began to leave soft kisses on his crotch and boxers, making him shiver slightly in anticipation.

💀"Brother Hades, are you all right?" asked Zeus, unaware of the other's difficulty in keeping silent. The king of Hellheim was biting his tongue, his cheeks were red and his breathing heavy, a light sigh sucked from his lips every time your lips massaged his cock; always leaving a trail of kisses behind. "Absolutely, dear brother..."

💀At the end of the meeting, Hades will forcefully pull you out from under the table, lay you down on the table and grab your wrists. His breathing heavy and his eyes misty with lust. "Did you enjoy yourself, little one? Such a cute face, but we'll have to work on that attitude of yours...bad ones deserves a punishment..."

[another-lost-mc]

Can you imagine the om! cast flirting with mc and thinking they're mc's only romantic interest when mc already has a booty call at RAD? There are no feelings involved, just intimacy, but still. I think the cast is too arrogant to ever think mc could be interested in anyone else.

(English is not my native language, so please excuse any possible mistakes)

a/n: that’s fair! I mean, mc has needs too, right? maybe trying to hook up with one of the avatars is daunting, but a hot lower-ranking demon lord who promises a good time every once in a while? that could be fun.

➤ when they find out you have a fwb | the demon brothers

0.9k words | nsfw | suggestive | gn!reader

c/w: jealousy and implied dark themes/sketchy behaviour squints at beel and belphie

read more: the dateables | when solomon is your fwb

Lucifer finds it hard to believe at first. Once he knows the demon’s name, he watches you two interact more closely. He picks up on the shared glances and flirtatious touches he somehow missed before. He’s been stewing in his own desires and feelings for you all this time because he wasn’t sure the best way to declare his intentions. He thought subtlety and patience would be best, but perhaps he can admit just this once that he was mistaken. Learning about your dalliances with someone else finally gives him the push to show you what a real demon lover can offer you. Once you have the Avatar of Pride to warm your bed, you'll be satisfied with no one else but him.

Mammon is one part incredulous, one part jealous, and just a teensy bit turned on. He can’t stop staring at the blurry photo Asmo managed to take of you sneaking out of a utility closet at RAD. His cock twitches when he takes in the image of your rumpled clothes and the way your forehead glistens from a light sheen of sweat. He wants to make you look like that, not some random nobody that doesn't deserve you. His mind races when he imagines his own fingers tugging your clothes aside for better access to your naked body. What did you sound like when you tried to muffle your moans so no one would hear you? Mammon would give anything to take that demon’s place. Y’know, both of you have a spare period after lunch—would you follow him into one of the dark corners of RAD for a little fun if he offered? Maybe it’s time for him to find out.

Levi is seething. Mostly he’s angry and jealous and he wants to tear the building to pieces. He’s also ashamed because the fantasy of you dragging him into an empty room at RAD for a midday fuck is hot as hell. He doesn’t think he deserves you, but he knows that the demon you’re fucking doesn’t either. What do they have that he doesn’t? He’s burning with curiosity about your little affair, but he’s incensed by the idea that he might not be good enough for you. Envy can make him a little desperate. He's tempted to beg you for even a morsel of your love and affection. If he's pathetic enough, maybe you'll even take pity on him and oblige.

Satan is furious because he should’ve realized something was going on. The signs are all there and he missed them somehow. It takes all his willpower not to hunt down your little demon friend for daring to touch you that way. Satan is well-versed in human world literature—maybe declaring his intentions with a romantic gesture would convince you to give him a chance instead? Or maybe sweet and romantic love isn’t what you crave. If fast and rough is more to your tastes, all you need to do is mention your friend’s name—you’ll be too fucked out of your mind to remember it by the time he’s finished with you.

Asmo’s reactions are all over the place: he’s giddy that you’re so daring (fucking at RAD of all places!); he’s devastated that you turned to someone else instead of coming to him; and he’s frustrated that he didn’t realize sooner this was even happening. He pays more attention after he catches you the first time, and it seems so obvious when the current of lust between you and your friend flickers with interest throughout the school day. He finds reasons to keep you two from sneaking off together and pretends he’s not jealous every time he interferes. Perhaps when you’re frustrated enough, he can finally entice you to join him for a little pampering session in his room. You seem so frustrated today! But don’t worry—he knows exactly what you need to loosen up.

Beel is one of the few demons that understands what hunger and starvation feels like. Sometimes you need to do whatever it takes to satisfy those cravings, even on a temporary basis. You’re important to him, and he cherishes your friendship. He’s hidden his true desires from you because he doesn’t want to risk losing control if he’s too hasty, too rough, or too demanding before you're ready to embrace being with someone like him. His love is all-consuming and you're a constant strain on his self-control. If you weren’t turning to someone else for affection, maybe he could be patient and satisfy his urges for you elsewhere. Now that he knows someone else has had a taste of you, he wants you even more. When he finally confesses his desire to be with you, he hopes for both your sakes that you feel the same.

Belphie lashes out with barbed insults and backhanded compliments to hide his own hurt and jealousy. You’re not that bad looking for a human, I guess it was only a matter of time before someone wanted to fuck you. Once he learns the truth about that demon you’ve been fooling around with, he’s suddenly glued to your hip like he can’t stand to be parted from you. He’s selfish with your time and clings to you in his bed during naps. He sneaks his way into your dreams because he wants to make sure you’re not dreaming of anyone else. He might even have a private chat with your little friend, but he doesn’t tell you since it’s nothing for you to worry about. It’s a shame that your fuck buddy suddenly decides to call things off between you after that. At least you still have Belphie to comfort you and wipe away your tears. He appreciates you, even if that random asshole doesn’t—the only demon you ever needed has been here for you all along.

[m30wk1ttycat]

coincidence? maybe.

contains: mentions of violence, newt being protective/overprotective, gally with a broken nose (can you tell i have no damn idea what to put in here?) pairing: newt x fem!reader summary: everyone in the glade knew better than to tease you. everyone, except for gally, of course. that landed him in a bit of a fight with newt.

gally broken-nosed, chuck seemingly terrified, jeff and clint worried - yeah, all newt's fault.

perhaps teasing the only girl in the glade wasn't exactly the best idea. not when newt was growing attached to said girl (you). it was like he was a completely different person. he wasn't violent. not ever. so when gally got led away by newt after gally insulted you, you found it odd. because who would suspect the sweet guy, newt, beating the life out of gally? no one.

newt believed in keeping order in the glade. three rules - the 2nd one being to never hurt another glader. but what did he do? beat up a glader. that glader, as suprising as it was, being gally.

gally then returned to the med-jack hut with a bloody nose. you, jeff and clint later found out that it was broken. but how did he even manage to break his nose? wasn't he supposed to be the more.. erm, careful one, since he was a builder?

"come, sit," jeff murmured, sitting him down on one of the beds. gally shot you a harsh glare, but for what reason, you had no clue.

chuck peeked into the med-jack hut, trying to make it go unnoticed by the other three. you saw him, the other didn't. chuck waved you over in hopes you'd leave the three alone and hear him out. knowing him, you knew he wouldn't leave you alone. not ever. so you decide to ask clint for a break, to which he agrees.

you walk out, and as soon as you do, you get pulled deep into the forest. by chuck, of course.

"where are we going, again?"

nothing.

"chuck."

still nothing.

"chuck, what's up? you okay?"

he jerks his head towards you, still leading you into the forest. his grip on your wrist hasn't loosened one bit, and if anything, it only tightened. he looked around to see if anyone was near - which there wasn't.

"newt's injured. i dunno what happened, but his hands are all bruised and cut up. he won't tell anyone what's wrong." "what?-"

before you could continue, chuck looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. oh, if only he knew why newt's knuckles were burised..

"please, Y/N. go ask him about it or something. just anything!" he says, hoping his puppy eyes were enough to convince you. this kid was good.. real good. his puppy eyes were impressive, almost. "he's in the gardens," he mumbled, looking away from you.

"wait, wait, how did he even-" again, you get cut off by chuck. "Y/N, talk to him."

you hated being cut off, but this was chuck. you loved him as if he was basically your little brother! sometimes annoying, yes, but he had a heart of gold. he had good intentions, you knew that. "fine. just stop whatever this is."

he immediately drops your wrist and smiles. "great!!" he walks away, and you make your way to the gardens.

there he was. newt, trimming the vines with some shears, bandages wrapped around his hands, hiding his bruised knuckles - same ones that chuck told you about.

chuck was the first one who told you about newt's injuries, since newt didn't come to the med-jack hut so he could get his wounds tended to.

"newt?" you murmured, looking at his hands still. realizing you were staring, you looked into his eyes instead, a red hue speading across your cheeks.

he didn't notice you at first, but when you called his name, he looked at you almost immediately, unable to stop the smile that crept up on his face. such an innocent smile, really. his british accent? a single word from him could make you melt. he put down the shears, just so he could meet your eyes with a smile. feigned or not, it was adorable and only made his face light up, seemingly. "yeah? you need something?" he asked.

great. just great, now i have to come up with an excuse.. "just.. worried about you."

"that's cute."

rolling your eyes at his response just made him grin, completely forgetting about the fact that he was the one who caused gally the nasal fraction. his excuse? probably something along the lines of "sorry, just a reflex, y'know?"

"your hands, newt." pause.. "what's up? what happened to ya?"

such an odd coincidence, wasn't it? not even an hour ago, gally was teasing you about being a spoiled princess, then getting led away by newt. maybe it was a coincidence.. but maybe it wasn't, because how would someone like gally break his nose? how would newt manage to get his knuckles bruised, if not punching someone or something, at least? you sigh, trying to get your mind off things. things like newt's bruised knuckles, gally's fractured nose.. bruised knuckles, fractured nose.. it was just so supsicious, it couldn't have possibly been a coincidence. just no..

then comes his answer to your question. "i'll be fine. just a few bruises here and there, y'know?"

yet, you still felt bad. not even knowing what happened that he had ruby red specks - slowly developing into bruises - you sigh, again.

"just don't go around doing stupid stuff, hm?" you suggest with an annoyed grin. in that moment, his both arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he kissed your forehead. "i'll be safe, i promise."

[weebswrites]

The Demon Bros + Undatables Holding Your Drink at a Party I put this on my tiktok back in 2020 and don't recall putting it here soooooo

Lucifer - 6/10

• Doesn't understand why you can't just set it down or get a new one

• Would protect it nonetheless

• Probably never been asked to hold a drink before so he just 🧍‍♂️ (standing man emoji) until you come back

Mammon - 5/10

• "'Course baby! Want meh to refill it while yer gone too?" (he's drunk)

• Might accidentally look away for a second because he thought he saw grimm on the floor

• Nothing bad would happen though

Leviathan - 10/10

• Would sit in a corner with his hand over it the whole time

• Would even stop watching anime on his phone to give it his full attention

• Keeps an eye on you to make sure you get there and back safe

Satan - 8/10

• Holds it normally, but makes sure no one comes within a foot of him while he waits for you to return

• Secretly honored you asked him over any of his brothers (esp Lucifer)

Asmodeus - -5/10

• Would be a good choice if he weren't the least sober one there

• Loves you so much though, he'd definitely try his best

• Mammon ends up taking it from him and scolding him for dancing around with it

Beelzebub - 15/10

• Has been making frequent trips from the party to the kitchen

• Stays in the kitchen with your cup so no one else is around

• Gives him a good excuse to stay in the kitchen and eat

Belphegor - 9/10

• You'd have to leave the party and go to his room to ask him

• Bc we all know he simply would not be at a party (unless he was forced)

• Gladly watches your drink as he tries not to fall asleep

Diavolo - 9/10

• Happy to do it

• Sad you feel the need to ask him (or anyone)

• You get a 2-in-1 protection because Lucifer hasn't left Diavolo's side the whole night, so he's also keeping an eye on you and any potential threats

Barbatos - 4/10

• Conflicted on whether to watch Diavolo or your drink

• Still hasn't decided by the time you get back. His attention was split between the two

• Diavolo ended up keeping watch over it instead and gives you a knowing nod when you question Barbatos' watching skills

Solomon - 9.5/10

• The only other human at a party of demons, so he gets it

• Moves so his back is against the wall, preventing anyone from "bumping into him"

• Loses .5 because gets cocky you asked him

Simeon - 8/10

• Absolutely, take your time 🩷✨ (heart and sparkle emojis)

• Glad you trusted him

• Tries to make a joke about him being more trustworthy than the demons but you roast him

Luke - 1/10

• Luke is a child.

• Don't give a child alcohol or take a child to a party.

• If somehow he ends up with a cup, he'll replace it with water and act like he doesn't know what you're talking about when you mention it

• Gets 1 point for good intentions, I guess

[nivisdreaming]

Skittish

Eddie didn’t think there was anyone outside of Hellfire in the school who liked D&D, and he’s okay with his little group of hyperactive teens. Then, he finds you, drawing what is undeniably a D&D monster. And he is hooked.

• Eddie Munson x Shy!Reader

• Tags: Fluff, Meet-Cuteish?, Drabble, She/her for reader

• WC: ~700

“Wait. Hold on. That’s not- is that? Are you drawing a beholder?” Eddie stops dead in his tracks, quick to lean over head of the girl he’s speaking to in order to get a better look at the sketchbook.

She flinches backwards, nearly ramming her head back into his chest. “No! Definitely not!” She slams the sketchbook shut and pulls it underneath her chin, wrapping her arms across it tightly and tugging her knees up to her chest to hide the leather-bound book from view as much as possible. “P-please don’t try to take it,” she squeaks.

Eddie is quick to pull back, realizing in his eagerness he has ended up towering over the poor girl. He puts his hands up in a show of surrender. “Woah woah, slow down, I have no intention of taking it! It was just really good, ya know? Could I look?” He lowers his voice to a much softer tone. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I may be a freak, but I’m not a monster sweetheart.”

There’s a gentle whine as she unfurls herself from her defensive stance, but she returns the book to its place on the table and opens it to the previous page. On it is an almost completed pencil sketch of a beholder, with miniature doodles of 20-sided dice, swords, and bows decorating the page border. With only a slight anxious glance at the curly-haired man next to her, she pulled the pencil from behind her ear and began adding to the shading. Internally, she sighs in relief at the excuse to look anywhere besides the sad puppy dog eyes Eddie gave her when he scared her. He’s adorable. That’s so unfair. Why do you get to be adorable and tall? People really should only get to pick one of those. Unfair.

“You drew this?! It looks out straight of the D&D manual, that’s awesome!” Eddie plops down in the seat next to her and sets down his lunch tray in favor of leaning in closer to the book, leaving their faces parallel to each other. “I’ve never seen you at Hellfire before, do you play with a friend group or something?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t actually play. My brother did though, and he left all the books to me when he left for college, so I started reading them after school.” She mutters as she continues to draw. The repetitive movement helps lull her anxiety a bit, and she feels her guard lowering with the release of her scrunched up shoulders. “I’ve seen you with the hellfire crowd, but-“ She sighs. “You know how vampires can’t come inside somewhere unless they’re invited in? I’m kind of like that. Groups are intimidating, and I get skittish.” He shifts impossibly closer to peek over her ever-moving pencil, and a strand of his hair brushes her cheek and sends a chill down her spine.

“You should join us sometime, skitty kitty, we don’t bite,” Eddie snickers. She feels him turning his head so more of his hair teases the side of her face, and she swears he’s so close she can feel his breath now. “You know, you’re blushing pretty hard there. Is it the compliments on your drawings, or is something else up? Hmmm?” Her hand freezes for the first time since she reopened the book.

“I- um…nothing,” She lifts her pencil to her mouth and begins to anxiously tap it against her lip. “Yeah, sure, I’ll join you all,” The tapping continues.

On instinct, Eddie’s hand reaches out and carefully removes the pencil from her hand, taking it in his own. He smirks when she looks up from the sketch to his eyes, shoots her a wink, and kisses the top of the pencil lightly. Her tucks it back behind her ear with a lingering touch. “Fridays, after school, in the drama room. Bring these drawings if you feel comfortable, the kids will love ‘em and I’d love to see more of them.” She gulps and fights the urge to nod with too much eagerness, and he slides out of his seat, gives her a wave, and returns to his usual table to eat his lunch.

To be honest, she isn’t sure she is capable of forming another coherent thought for the entirety of the lunch period.

[jazminrhode1]

Hey Google, Play 'Begin Again' Matt Sturniolo x Reader One Shot

Summary: You go on your first date with Matt after a bad breakup.

Word Count: 1648 words

Hey Google, Play 'Begin Again' (Part 2)

You took a deep breath as you looked in the rearview mirror. It had been 6 months since you broke up with your ex and you still didn’t feel ready to get back into dating. Your best friend Taylor reminded you that Matt was a great guy and that you would have fun. You were doing this for her.

You parked around the corner from the cafe where you were going to meet and took your time as you walked over. Your ex was incapable of being anywhere on time and that was the standard that you held for all men. You wouldn't put it past Matt if he didn’t show up at all. Men sucked. You were certain of that.

As you walked past the window toward the door you could see Matt sitting inside, waiting. You had met a couple of times but, you never realized just how attractive he was. He was wearing a Let’s Trip t-shirt, some black cargo pants, and a backward cap. You sent Taylor a quick text before you went inside. “Here goes nothing...” was all it said.

Matt looked up when the bell chimed as you entered. He stood and waved - a charming grin on his face. For a Saturday afternoon, the cafe was pretty empty. Instead of a murmur of incoherent chatter, you could have listened to every conversation if you really wanted to.

As you walked over to him, he welcomed you with a hug and pulled out a chair for you to sit down. You could tell that he had no idea just how nice that was; how much you appreciated it.

“It’s so great to see you, y/n” he started as he sat opposite you. His small talk was endearing, his stories were funny and you felt guilty for having come prepared with 3 or 4 excuses in case you had to make a swift exit.

“I haven’t ordered. What can I get you?” he asked. You insisted on ordering for yourself. If this was going to go south like all the other first dates Taylor set you up on since the breakup, you didn’t want to give him anything to use against you.

As you stood in line and scanned the menu, you saw him reach into his pocket. You thought he was pulling his phone out to text a friend or scroll through Instagram but, he was only pulling his card out of his phone case. Another point for Matthew Sturniolo.

It was times like this that you realized how much your scumbag of an ex fucked you up. Matt was nice, anyone would have told you that but still, you assumed he had bad intentions.

As you stood in the line, he kept sneaking glimpses of you. You couldn't help yourself from blushing a little bit, he almost convinced you that he was happy to be there. “Taylor said your favorite drink was a pink drink,” he said. “I’m not that basic” you replied, kind of offended. He was still smiling as he nudged you playfully. “I’m not gonna lie, they’re pretty good,” he assured you.

He was right. They were pretty freaking good and it was your favorite drink but, to avoid looking like a basic bitch, you just ordered yourself an iced coffee.

When you both had your drinks, you headed back to the table and he pulled out your chair once again. You weren’t sure if this was all an act but, you wanted to believe this was just who he was.

He surprised you. You had seen a couple of his videos and spoken to him in passing from time to time but, you didn’t really know all that much about him. The guy in front of you wasn’t the shy, reserved triplet you saw on YouTube and all over your TikTok. He was charismatic, and his stories were funny and you were taken aback by how kind he was even when he made fun of his brothers.

He asked you about your job, your family, and the places you'd traveled to recently. He told you about his parents and what it was like growing up as a triplet. He seemed to have a laundry list of stories about shit he did as a kid and what they had been up to in LA. All of the stories that you had to share involved the boy who broke your heart 6 months ago and you didn’t think now was the time to bring him up.

He looked into your eyes and smiled, you didn't realize how blue they were. You could tell he was searching for something. Wondering why, perhaps, you were a little reserved. He didn't push it or hold it against you. You appreciated that.

“What do you do for fun?” he said, leaning forward to show his interest.

“Oh… Um… I read a bit,” you said. You knew enough about the triplets to know that they did not read and you were keen to change the conversation before he completely turned off of you.

To your surprise, he replied, “My Mom loves reading. Maybe you have a recommendation for her?”

You were floored. Your ex never showed interest in any of your hobbies let alone your book obsession. He never made an effort to remember your birthday let alone ask for a book recommendation for his mom. Though you weren’t quite ready to accept it, you thought that Matt might be different from the others.

You told him about the three books you had already read that month. He seemed interested and genuinely excited to hear more about them. He propped his elbow on the table, chin in his palm, and listened to you word vomit for almost half an hour.

“Shit,” you said as you looked at your phone. “What?” he asked, confused.

“I didn’t realize the time” you commented. He looked at the clock on the wall, “I guess we're just having a good time” he responded.

Not a waste of time. Not a boring time. He was having a ‘good’ time and so were you.

You figured it was time to let him talk so, you asked the question. “What do you do for fun?”

Excitement changed his whole demeanor. “Do you play Pokemon Go?” he asked. Something childlike and enchanting came over him.

You shook your head slowly and couldn't hold back a laugh. You weren’t laughing at him, you were amazed at how comfortable he was just being himself. That was something that you began to admire about him.

As you tried to stop laughing you let out a snort. Fuck. Your face turned bright red as you clapped your hand over your mouth and nose. He was laughing too. Not at you but, with you.

“I’m so embarrassed,” you said. You couldn’t hide it. “Don’t be,” he reassured you as he reached out and rubbed her arm comfortingly. You made some joke to cover up your humiliation and he threw his head back laughing. Your ex never thought you were funny.

As the cafe employee came over to clear the table you realized that you had been here nearly 5 hours. The time flew by and you didn’t even need to whip out one of your carefully curated excuses to leave. But, you did have to go. You had work in the morning and you lived all the way on the other side of LA.

Matt waved at the employees as he followed you out. “Thanks, guys, see you next time,” he said. Another thing that your ex would have never ever done. You knew that he had noticed you were a bit more reserved than usual and you contemplated explaining yourself. You didn’t know how much Taylor had told him and you didn’t want him to think you were rude. Especially since you had a great afternoon with him.

“Let me walk you to your car,” he said. Before you could explain or apologize, he started telling you about the series that he and his brothers were watching on Netflix. It was something with police or cars or a cartoon - you had no interest but, he was getting really into it.

When you got to your car, he looked disappointed. You were too. For the first time in 6 months, you had enjoyed someone’s company. You had barely thought about your ex and it was all thanks to him. Even if this didn't go anywhere, you were thankful to have spent this time with him.

“I had a really great time, y/n, I'm glad we got to link up,” Matt said. There it was again. No games, no bullshit. He said what he felt with such ease, that it caught you off guard.

“I had a great time too,” you replied.

You both stood there awkwardly for a second before he opened his arms and pulled you into a hug. “We should do it again sometime,” he said as he stepped back and buried his hands into his pockets, “you have my number. Let me know when we can hang out again.”

He smiled. For the first time since your breakup, maybe even longer, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach. You blushed as you turned to get in the car. He waited to wave goodbye as you pulled out of your spot. You could see him waving in your rearview mirror as you drove away.

On the drive home, you couldn’t help but think about Matt, not your ex but, Matt. For the last 6 months, you thought all relationships brought were pain and heartache and that all men were the same. But, Matt may have begun to change your mind.

As you pulled into your driveway, Taylor was blowing up your phone. A smile spread across your face. This was going to be the first time in a while that you’d be filling her in on a boy that you liked, a boy who treated you well and who was kind, and who was not the idiot that broke your heart.

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 3)

DESCRIPTION: The Shelby's have started to welcome you slowly into the family and start to show you how the business works but things take a dark turn.

A/N: I am hoping to write a lot more over the upcoming weeks of the various stories I'm writing. However I am not sure when I will be able to write them or post them. I will try and do it as often as possible.

WORD COUNT: 2418

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List  

WARNINGS: swearing, threatening of violence, mildy toxic relationship

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story will not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

You sit in the gambling shop. Waiting for the rest of the family to show up. Arthur and John walk in, their cheery mood cut short as they see you. "What are you doing here?" Arthur says.

"I was asked to join this meeting by Mr Shelby"

"You aren't part of this family. And this is a family meeting. So get the fuck out"

"She won't do that" Tommy says as he walks into the room. "She is my wife and therefore a member of the family. So she should get a say in how we run our business. Understood?" he looks at his brothers who stay silent. The lack of an answer being enough for him apparently "good. Now we just wait for Pol". As if on cue she walks through. The soft smile on her face dropping as she walks into the room, seeing you.

"Why is she here?"

"Because she's family" Thomas says. She looks at him. A silent look being exchanged between the two of them before he keeps talking "I had a discussion with her last night and she says she wants to be a part of this business. So Florence will be joining us for future meetings. If you have a problem with that then you can talk to me about it afterwards" he looks at everyone in the room before he talks again.

"Our first matter is about Harry Thompson. He has been bribing our men. He has a lot of money and power so has been able to take some of our good men. Making them fight for him and not for us. Arthur, John, and myself are meeting with him later today. We are going to negotiate with him to leave Birmingham"

He takes out a cigarette, lighting it and quickly puffing on it before speaking again. "The second matter is regards to our money. I've had to relocate it due to someone deciding to take a large sum of it. I'm working on finding out who and I will deal with them when the time comes. But I trust everyone in this room to know that I have moved it to a safe in the Garrison". He takes another puff of his smoke "would anyone like to add anything else?". Soft no's being heard around the room.

"If that's everything then we should be going. Arthur. John" he heads out the room. His brothers following him. As the door shuts you go to head out as well. Polly walks in front of you, facing you as you stop in your tracks. The fun and friendly atmosphere (the small amount of it anyway) changing in a heartbeat as she keeps her eyes on yours.

"What are you playing at?"

"Excuse me?" you hear the front door shut. Knowing its just you and your aunt-in-law remaining in the house.

"We both know that I told Thomas about you eavesdropping on him. Yet now you've worked your way into the family meeting. I want to know what you did to him" you stay silent. Eyes on hers as she gives you a glare very similar to that of your husbands.

"We did have a discussion. We talked about the situation that you brought up to him. It's sorted now. I simply told him the truth"

"About the rats?" she scoffs before you can answer "Only an idiot would take that story of rats in walls and all that crap. I'm not an idiot Florence. I know you're up to something"

"I'm not up to anything Miss Gray. He asked me for the truth and I gave it to him. He is my husband, I have no intentions to lie to him. If he asks me for the truth I'll give him the truth. It doesn't give me any benefits to lie to him" she comes close to you, pulling a long needle from her hair as she holds it close to your throat. Feeling the end of it nipping at your neck. You tense every muscle in your body as to not flinch away. Clenching your fists in an effort to stop them shaking.

"I don't know what kind of spell you've put Tommy under but I will break it. He will see the manipulation you've put onto him. Then I'll sit back and watch with pleasure as he breaks you". Although you felt a fear in your body you maintained eye contact with her as you manage to keep your composure. A few beats of silence before she moves the needle away. Placing it back into her hair as she straightens out her jacket before walking out of the room. Letting out a breath you weren't aware that you were holding.

You go back to your house. Going inside you shut your eyes. Back pressed against the door as you let the full fear finally catch up to you. Taking a few deep breaths before opening your eyes again. Feeling tears pricking at them as you straighten out your dress. Hands shaking over the soft material. One day you'll be able to be in this family and not have your life threatened by one of them. Pushing your hair behind your ears.

You look at the small table in your hallway. A letter adressed to you written onto it. You pick it up, recognising the handwriting you open it quickly.

'Dear Florence,

I am celebrating my 40th birthday party this weekend at my house up in London. I would love if you could join. Feel free to bring any plus one that you have. Come on the Saturday morning and stay the night. I hope to see you then.

Your friend,

Vanessa Smith'

You smile at the kind words. Folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. Not realising how much you needed a friendly note. You went upstairs and placed it onto your bedside table.

You spent the day doing your house hold chores. Cleaning, cooking, so on and so on. So when you'd put the girls to bed you retired yourself. Grabbing a cup of tea and a book as you do some light reading in the comfort of your bed after a busy day of house work. The door opens to your bedroom, an obvious attempt to be quiet as its slowly opened. You look at the doorway, seeing Thomas walking in. You go slightly tense as you see him. You hadn't seen him since this morning so you were still slightly tense from the interaction you had with him and his family. But you try and hide it quickly by smiling sweetly at him. He shuts the door behind him, turning to look at you.

"Did I wake you?" you shake your head

"No I was reading"

"At this late hour?" you tilt your head slightly, a soft frown on your brow as he looks at his pocket watch "its nearly two in the morning"

"Fuck" you let out a soft laugh as you look away from him. "I wondered why I was tired". He starts to disrobe as you continue speaking "how did the meeting with Mr Thompson go?".

"It went well" you nod slightly. Moving a few items from your bedside table to make room for your book. He starts to unbutton his shirt "who's the letter from?"

"Oh" you look at the envelop in your hand then back at him "its just from my friend up in London. She's having a party but I probably wont go". He undoes the last button of his shirt, keeping the fabric over his shoulders as he reaches a hand forward

"May I read it?". Although he asks it as a question, and although you know you have every right to say no, you obediently hand him over the envelope. Wanting to show him that you have nothing to hide and that you will be truthful with him. He takes it out, reading the letter quickly. A flash of emotion going through his eyes as he reads the paper. "Why weren't you going?"

"Its' a full weekend and I wouldn't like to leave my sisters for that long. Plus its a long way to go by myself" he nods. Placing the paper back into the envelope before handing it back to you.

"I think we should go"

"We?"

"Yes. We are married and it says that you can bring a plus one. It makes the most sense to take your husband. How about it, eh?"

"I can't leave Elizabeth and Mary for that long. I-"

"John and Arthur will be here to look after them. Make sure they stay out of trouble" you scoff slightly, causing him to give you a look of confusion

"All do respect to your brothers but they're the likeliest to get them into trouble". A smile ghosts his lips as he nods

"I agree with you on that one" he thinks for a moment "I'll ask Ada to come over. She can help run my businesses whilst I'm away, plus she can keep an eye on yor sisters for you. Would that be better for you?". You bite at your bottom lip

"I wouldn't want to be any trouble to her. If its an inconvenience for her then I'd rather just not go" he nods slightly as he takes his shirt off fully, placing it over the chair in the room. He has his back to you as he undoes his trousers

"I'll ask her tomorrow. See what she says"

It was Saturday morning. Thomas had asked his sister a few days ago to which she had said yes. To be honest, you were hoping she'd say no. But here she was, Thomas telling her everything that she needed to know the day you were meant to be going. You did feel a lot happier leaving your sisters and house with Ada in charge, but that doesn't mean you were overly excited about leaving as a whole. Your sister in law seeming to see this, coming over to you and taking your hands in hers after you've placed your belongings into the back of the car.

"I promise that I will look after your sisters. I did last time you went away" she smiles softly at you as you nod. Gripping her hands tightly before letting go.

"Thank you Miss Thorne" she keeps her smile soft as you let go of her hands, tucking your hair behind your ears as you then bite at your thumb.

"Have you got everything you need?" she asks. You nod in response, motioning at a trunk in the back of the car

"Got a nice outfit for both me and Mr Shelby for when we get there, then a normal yet fancy outfit for Sunday when we drive back" she nods as you straighten out your dress "I should go and say goodbye to Lizzie and Mary. Excuse me" you go inside, poking your head into the living room. "Girls?" They both turn to face you, the older not looking at you as she folds her arms over her torso. Mary speaks up

"Do you have to go?" you nod, going over and kneeling in front of them

"I'm sorry girls. But you'll have a great time with Miss Thorne. Do as she asks ok? Please?" Mary nods. You look at Lizzie, who feels your eyes on her. Giving a very, very slight nod. You smile, a sadness in your eyes as you hug them both. "I love you two. So very much. I'll see you on Sunday, ok?" more nodding as they hug you back. Well, the younger does. The older keeps her arms folded as you force the affection onto her. You move away from them, smiling as you stand up. Going back out to the car you say goodbye to Ada who is still waiting. Getting into the car next to Tommy as he starts driving.

You arrive at your destination. A man comes over to your car after you park "any luggage?" you nod, motioning behind you and into the car. He nods, grabbing your bags "please follow me". You get out the car, following behind the man as Thomas stands next to you. Taking in the ornate building in front of you. You get to the entry way of the house. "If you'd like to follow me down this way, your rooms are on the first floor" you go to follow just as you hear a voice speaking.

"I don't believe it. Florence?" you turn, seeing your friend walking down the staircase. She nearly runs as she comes over and hugs you. You hug her back "You actually came". She moves away from the hug, holding your face between her palms as she looks at you, causing you to smile. She drops your face as she sees Thomas, her smile not faltering as she looks at him "and who is this?". He holds his hand out for her to shake

"Thomas Shelby. Florence's husband". Her smiles wavers marginally at the name. But she takes his hand, shaking it.

"Vanessa Smith". She looks at you as she drops his hand "You didn't tell me you got married?" she looks at you

"Its a recent thing, only happened a few months ago" she nods slightly, looking at the man as he keeps his eyes on her. "When are your other guests arriving?" you ask

"Some are already here. They are in the living room" she holds her hand out for you to take "I must show you your room for the weekend though". You take both her hands as she leads you to your room. Thomas following behind. Going into the bedroom you beam as you look around

"Its beautiful" you whisper. Going over to the wooden furniture, running your hand over the delicate features.

"I will leave you two alone. Guests are arriving at 2 so you have a couple of hours before then" she smiles "please come join me once you've settled" she turns, walking out the door and shutting it behind her. You hear the tapping of her heels on the floor outside. You go over to your bags, opening it and rummaging through. Finding your perfume you spray some of it onto your wrists and neck. Placing it back into your bag before turning to Thomas

"We should go and see them Mr Shelby" he nods, holding his arm out for you to take. Which you do.

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[rainsoakedphoenix]

hurt

pairing: f!reader x matt sturniolo

wc: 536

warnings: matt cheats on you; one use of y/n

notes: another request from nia's profile! also shoutout to @mattslut for these last couple gifs i used (they look so good)

hi! could you write an angsty matt fic where he cheats on the reader? (i know he never would but i just thought of it)

i'm so sorry

you stared at matt's text on your phone, tears already falling out of your eyes. you've been sitting on your couch for at least ten minutes trying to figure out where you went wrong. you, your best friend, and the triplets had been invited to a party of someone you knew that night. you chose not to go, but wished your friends and boyfriend a night of fun as you've done for the last few parties you were invited to. but tonight was different.

your best friend had sent you a photo of matthew kissing some other girl at the party. you had no idea who she was, but he obviously knew her pretty well. your friend confronted matt after she sent the photo to you, and now he was blowing up your phone with excuses and apologies. you weren't hearing it though.

you thought he was different. you had known him for a while before he asked you out; you didn't think he was the type to cheat. never once thought he would put you through that.

his brothers were also texting you, sending you apologies on matt's behalf and saying they weren't sure why he would do that. you weren't sure if you believed them though. after all, they're triplets. they have the closest bond you've ever seen anyone have. you found it odd that they had no idea, but what did you know anymore?

you sat there for what felt like hours, and suddenly hear a knock at the door. heart racing, you wipe your tears away and walk to the door.

you open it to reveal matt. sighing, you try to shut the door again but feel a resistance as he keeps you from doing so.

"please listen," he begs, and you can hear the strain in his voice; he had been crying. shaking your head, you roll your eyes and walk away from the door and he takes that as his cue to follow you in.

"just let me explain."

"i don't think i want to hear it, actually." you turn around to face him again in the middle of the living room.

"i didn't mean to do it, it just happen-"

"really? cause from what i saw, it looked a little intentional to me."

"y/n, please-" he put his hands up to grab your arms but you swiftly moved away, pointing at the door.

"matt just go. i don't want to hear it, and i really don't want to see you right now."

"baby-"

"do not," your eyes widened, finger pointing at him now, "you lost the right to call me that the moment you thought about kissing her, now get out."

he opened his mouth to say something else but you made him close it with a shake of your head. he reluctantly walked to the door and stepped outside, you stopping before the threshold.

as much as he hurt you, it still pained you to do this. you closed your eyes and took a moment to gather yourself, before looking at him one last time.

"don't ever call me again," you said quietly, slamming the door in his face, as well as your relationship.

[eveandtheturtles]

Dating Advice

Ship: Leo X Reader

A/N: Leo can't catch a break it seems lol I am going to continue bully him for a lil bit more. With the help of his fam ;)

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

Anyone else want in let me know!

Recently Leo has been a bit antsy. A bit more... jumpy? But only in the presence of one person.

April noted his behaviour as you left the lair and immediately pulled him aside.

"Okay, spill." She sat him down in the kitchen and gave him her best 'big sis time' look.

"I- don't know what you mean," he said slowly, clearing his throat and looking away. "Now if you excuse me-" he started getting up.

"Sit," she ordered and he sat back down. "Come on Leo," she softened her tone. "I want to help."

He sighed heavily and tapped his finger over the table. "Fine," he sighed, finally giving in. "It's- well,... How do you ask somebody out? Asking for a friend."

April smiled and was about to answer when as if summoned Mikey popped up behind them.

"Who is asking who out?" He asked.

"No one!" Leo tried to stop the train from crashing but too late.

"I think Leo likes your new friend a little more than 'just friends'," April informed him.

"That's nothing new." Suddenly Donnie spoke up from the coffee spot. He had crawled out of his science cave to inject more caffeine in his blood stream. "You aren't that hard to read Leo," he added seeing the shocked face of his brother.

"Can we stop with the bullying?" The blue masked turtled sighed.

"Who are we bullying?" Raph asked as he emerged freshly post work out with a towel around his neck.

"Leo." All three replied.

The terrapin in question sighed again leaning his head down and rubbing a spot on his forehead. He could feel the headache coming.

"Oh, really?" Raph grinned. "What about?"

"He wants to ask Sweetness out," Mikey informed him.

"I never said I want to! It's for a friend!" Leo protested.

"Really? What is his name?" April asked with a wide grin.

Leo opened and closed his mouth. He then made an undignified noise and slid lower in his chair.

"That's what I thought," she said smugly.

"Bro, you could like make a song for her, chicks are into this kinda thing, right?" Mikey looked at April.

She made an 'eh' face. "Depends."

"Or a poem." Raph placed one hand on Leo's shoulder. "I got one for you bro."

"Don't." Leo glared at him.

"Roses are read, violets are blue." Raph ignored him and continued. "Guess what, my bed has place for two."

"Good one!" Mikey snickered. "How about - twinkle, twinkle little star, we can do it in the car."

The two hollered with laughter, even April had to bite her lips not to join them. Leo was suffering.

"Mikey, if you get anywhere near the turtle tank with that intent I will cut you off the WiFi for life and set your hover board on fire," Donnie spoke up.

"Yes, sir!" Mikey immediately sobered up. Donnie threats were no laughing matter.

"Thank you!" Leo called out, hoping the torment was over. He was wrong.

"That being said -," Donnie took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat.

"Oh, no." Leo sunk further down.

"Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream," purple terrapin sang. "Merrily, merrily, I can make you scream."

"Oh, my god," Leo groaned. "You are my family, but you are all terrible, you dicks."

"Eh, you love us," April patted his hand.

"Hey guys," you re-entered the lair. "I forgot my bag." You took the scene in and frowned. "Is something wrong?"

Suddenly all the eyes were on Leo and he just wanted to disappear.

"Nope," he jumped out of the chair. "Everything is peachy! Let me walk you home." He rushed to your side and threw a death glare at his snickering family.

You were very confused as Leo escorted you out.

"What was that all about?" You asked. "It looked like you guys were having an intervention," you joked.

"It was nothing, they just thought they were being funny," he huffed.

"Were they giving you shit because you haven't asked me out yet?" You smirked, giving him a side eye.

Leo felt like a scratch record. "What?" He blinked at you, stopping abruptly.

"You aren't that hard to read Leo." You took his hand. "Also I was listening to the whole thing for quite a while. The sewers do carry sounds well."

His heart was about to jump out of his chest. "And um, do you, would you mind if I did?"

"Nope, so come on, shoot your shot." You nudged him gently.

"Alright," he took a deep breath in. Here it goes. He will not mess it up. "Do you take out game?"

Fuck.

"I mean - Will you check me out? No!" He pinched the bridge oh his snout.

You tried so hard not to laugh.

"I can do this," he said probably more to himself than you. "Will you. Go with me. To the Knicks game this Saturday?"

You giggled and stood up on your tip toes giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, with pleasure."

"Great!!" He smiled brightly. "I can pick you up at 6?"

"Sounds perfect. See you then." You gave his hand a squeeze and exited the sewers. A smile never leaving your face.

Once you were gone he fist pumped, excited. You said yes! That was such a relief! He felt so good he was going to clean the dojo!

Figuring out how to prevent his brothers from going to the game was future Leo problem.

[boyfhee]

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh

CHAPTER THIRTEEN · dating hotspot

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'so babygirl' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

warnings · teensy bit of angst + suggestive dialogues, profanities

it took naya sixteen tries and forty-five minutes to convince you to come to the hybe cafe with the group. 

she didn’t think it would be this hard, considering your fixation with the desserts they serve. however, you happen to be sceptical and tend to sit and over analyse everything, and something about naya texting jake, and then asking the whole group to go to the cafe the first thing in the morning doesn’t sit right with you. 

you like giving people the benefit of doubt and believe that things are exactly how they seem, that naya and the rest of the girls only want to spend some time at the cafe since it’s been a while all four of you have been there, instead of there being a bigger, darker, picture. the four of you stand in the lift while waiting to get to the second floor as you watch naya type relentlessly on her phone.

“who are you texting?” you ask, pressing your lips in a thin line, raising your head up to get a peek if possible, however she tilts the screen towards herself, giving you a nonchalant shrug. 

“my brother,” and the lie rolls off her tongue ever so efficiently— it was bound to happen, her plan was deemed too good to fail. from what jake has told her, sunghoon is absolutely fucked in the head about you. not to mention, how he’s jealous of the fact that the actor park sunghoon got to kiss you first— although, for a scene— instead of the actual, real, park sunghoon who has real feelings for you and would like to kiss you on and off camera, every time, all the time. she is convinced that her plan has no loopholes, and that’s why her thumb softly taps over the send button ever so confidently as she texts jake about their arrival at the cafe. 

“uh, i’ll be right back,” yeon interjects as the girls take a seat, grabbing yinuo’s hands as she pulls the youngest member along with her, excusing herself to the washroom. 

naya smirks to herself as she sees the other two leave, looking over at you. “what do you want to eat? i was thinking if we should get macaroons or shortcakes, what do you think?” 

“macaroons would do,” and naya excuses herself to the counter, utilising every millisecond of her time to walk, occasionally stopping in her tracks to text jake on the situation. now, it’s just you and your suspicion sitting together at a table. 

and, the gaze of a certain australian boy projecting in your direction from a few metres behind. 

. . .

“sunoo, i need you to not fuck this up,” jake warns the boy again, hands on his waist as if this is about life and death (it almost is because they’re dealing with sunghoon) as he replies to naya, telling her that sunoo will be up there soon. 

“i’m telling you, i’ve never flirted with anyone in my entire life,” it’s sunoo’s last attempt at getting out of this situation, which is probably not possible because the rest six of enhypen members are terribly stubborn and practically threw him under the bus when it came to picking the ‘bait.’ “i’ll most likely end up laughing,” 

“dude, just tell her she’s cute,” heeseung pipes up, making sunoo roll eyes at his words. “compliment her hair or something,”

“why don’t you do it instead?” it’s evident how sunoo is sulking about the situation and jake is taking none of it, pushing him a bit as sunoo groans and walks up to you, making sure to look normal and like someone who’s approaching you without any hidden intentions. 

“oh, yn?” and sunoo is channelling his inner song joong ki as he fake gasps as you, making you turn around to look at him as you stand up and greet the boy. “wow, what’s a coincidence, i can’t believe you like food at hybe cafe too,” 

that’s the fakest, most unbelievable shit that has come out of sunoo’s mouth. even the intonation isn’t how he normally sounds, and he’s trying to be very normal here. he can see jay making annoyed faces at him from his peripheral vision although he tries not to react, focusing on your instead. you seem to believe is normalcy, and it’s going so good so far. 

“yeah, the macaroons here are quite good,” you reply with an awkward laugh, not internally screaming because naya is taking eternity to come back and it seems like yeon and yinuo got flushed down the toilet. you’re not the one with overflowing social anxieties, but how does one continue a conversation with someone who you have never really talked to so far? 

“just like you,” sunoo wants to dig a grave and bury himself alive because you look like you just heard the most inhumane thing ever. “i mean you and an idol, like your vocals are so good and i really look up to you. your dance style is cool, i like you—” 

and the next thing you remember is seeing sunghoon only a few steps away from you and sunoo, watching you two with a confused expression before he ran out. 

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note : crazy how i keep forgetting i have a smau to update anyway guys the writing here is shit i wrote that in ten mins hope u still like it though (idk how to end it)

[annabtg]

You portray Sirius as this stud muffin that everyone was tripping over. It’s kinda vain as a women. Sirius not being able to recognize that his best friend/brother was in love with Lily Evans? Bruh, please. The whole fucken school knew. Sirius doesn’t have tattoos and he’s pretty much asexual in canon from what we know. Not in your fics because he’s fanon and not canon.

I shouldn't even publish this ask, because people will laugh at your lack of reading comprehension, but you started it and I love talking Sirius so here's a breakdown of your seven deadly sins:

1. You completely failed to understand the assignment. Fanon doesn't mean "written by a fan". Fanon means a prevalent version of a character or event which is not supported by canon. Fanon Sirius is a very specific phenomenon, ranted about by @artemisia-black here and summarized by me here. You have failed to provide any examples from my writing that allude to such a portrayal of Sirius.

2. Instead, you complained about my portrayal of Sirius and called it fanon, providing (a pathetic excuse of) examples that aren't anywhere in the fanon version of Sirius and are in fact much closer to canon Sirius. You might have been trying to call my Sirius OOC, but you're probably like twelve and have yet to learn your fandom terminology.

3. "You portray Sirius as this stud muffin that everyone was tripping over" that's canon actually. JKR goes out of her way to tell us how handsome and attractive he was pre-Azkaban every time it comes up:

His face wasn't sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. (Prisoner of Azkaban)

Sirius was lounging in his chair at his ease, tilting it back on two legs. He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance neither James's nor Harry's could ever have achieved, and a girl sitting behind him was eyeing him hopefully, though he didn't seem to have noticed. (Order of the Phoenix)

Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so. (Order of the Phoenix)

(I'll stop here because I don't have my books with me and digging up the quotes is proving difficult.)

4. "It's kinda vain as a women" Can You Even English, Bro. Are you saying that I describe Sirius as a person who is as vain as a woman? If so you're not only incorrect, but also sexist.

5. "Sirius not being able to recognize that his best friend/brother was in love with Lily Evans?"

We're talking about My Best Friend's Girl, right? Here's the quote you've been searching for:

Sirius had sometimes thought that James might fancy Lily. He had caught him staring at her, he had noticed something particular in his tone of voice when he spoke to her; and yet, every time he had asked him, James had vehemently denied it.

And because I can't shut up about this story, here's another quote from that same scene:

“D’you think she likes you?”

“We’ll find out.” He grabbed another handful of beans out of the packet in his backpack and stuffed them in his mouth, watching James intently. He had returned to his studying, but he looked vexed. “D’you think I shouldn’t?” he asked.

“Who am I to stop you?” James muttered, his eyes still on his book.

Sirius shrugged to himself. If James insisted on taking it all in stride, he wasn’t going to miss his chance with a beautiful girl on a hunch.

Sirius is not stupid. He knows James has a thing for Lily. But it's not his place or his responsibility to do anything about that for a James that won't so much as acknowledge it to his best friend. And he definitely doesn't think that, just because James likes Lily, Lily shouldn't go out with anyone. She's a free girl and she can like a boy if she wants to, including one whose best friend has a crush on her. Bad luck, Prongs.

(I could talk at length about everyone's behaviour in this fic but I'd rather do that in a separate post and not in one addressing a rude anon.)

6. "Sirius doesn't have tattoos" Still waiting for any quote from any of my stories where he has a tattoo.

7. "he's pretty much asexual in canon from what we know" lack of a sexual relationship ≠ asexual. Your interpretation is not the only valid one.

Final grade: L for LURK MOAR.

[suugarbabe]

Hellooo I'd like to request something:

So it's with George Weasley and the reader and him are classmates (so they know eachother but kindly mind their own business). The reader is muggleborn and a big fan of old muggle music (I'm thinking of maybe something from the 60s/70s like the Beatles, Pink Floyd etc. but you can choose some other if you want) and kinda has like a similiar style (don't know how to describe it, maybe like flare jeans or something?) and totally lives and loves it. But they get bullied from some idiots about it and about being muggleborn and about nobody knowing "their kind of people". So maybe one day the reader gets bullied really hard (calling names, laughing at them etc.) and George sees it and helps them and then they become really good friends and he learns a lot about muggle music and starts loving it. And then - BOOM - one day both realise that they want more than friendship but it's kinda complicated telling eachother? So all in all it's friends to lovers.

It would be cool if you write it but only if you have the time, no pressure! If you aren't able to at the moment it's completely fine ♡

Have a nice weekend (btw I really like your fanfictions)

Babes I'm not sure what more I can do, you wrote the blurb already in your request! That's freaking great, like you did it, I can add a little extra but you did this babes!

You had always thought George was the softer twin. Whereas they were both boisterous and always pranking and loud, Fred just seemed more 'in your face' where George was more observant. Maybe that's how he found himself standing up for you after a particularly nasty group of Slytherin's were bullying you.

They were calling you names, making fun of how you dress when you weren't in school attire, calling it 'old' and 'groovy' and 'ancient', calling you 'four eyes' but George had seen you before and thought your style was rather cute and that your glasses complimented your facial features. He also now had another excuse to jinx some Slytherins.

You had thanked him when he saved you, full intentions on walking off but instead he asked where you were headed and if you needed company. That was the day you spend several hours in the library, you telling him about muggle movies and music and he knows a little bit of what you're talking about since his dad works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Dept. at the MOM, but the way you talk about it makes it so much more interesting.

Neither of you realize you've missed dinner until Fred comes looking for him, surprised to (1) find his brother in the library and (2) find him talking to a girl he's never seen before. George makes plans to meet with you again, and you're taken aback at first, but agree to meet with him.

So you start hanging out more, start showing him your old record player that was your dad's and all the old music and George is in love with it all, telling you that he thinks it's more magical than most stuff he's experienced.

And when he asks you to the yule ball your confused, because he could ask anyone, but George has never been more sure of anything in his life.

With him being in Gryffindor and you in Ravenclaw you opted to go for golden color dress (it matched most closely with both houses and also complimented your glasses frames).

When you met George at the bottom of the Ravenclaw steps you nearly took his breath away, and it was at that moment he knew he never wanted anyone else.

George could do nothing but smile on the dance floor watching you enjoy yourself and playfully criticising wizard music, "Not to say anything bad about wizarding music, all music is great if the listener likes it, but I know quite a few muggle songs that I'd much rather listen to right now."

And George would smile and nod in agreeance while he swayed with his hands on your waist, watching your lips as you talked so enthusiastically only to be suddenly cut off by his lips on yours.

You respond immediately, hands finding trace in the hair at the base of his skull pulling him closer. And when you finally break away, both breathless, chests heaving, George just smiles and tells you to continue what you were saying, that he just had to kiss you quickly before he got to scared later.

[star-railfanboy]

His Knight

|Hello everyone that comes across this. This will be another au. Much like on my genshin blog I will probably be doing several knight and prince scenarios because I'm a sucker for fantasy. It will be a more modern like fantasy world. In this one you will be a prince and heir to the throne. Feel free to change the pronouns to fit your own. Please enjoy and have a lovely day or night.

Scenario: You were quite the troublesome prince always sneaking out and trying to run away. What you were running from was a number of different things. From your duties, arranged marriages, all of your suitors. Despite your attempts to get away you're always brought back by your long time friend and knight. He just had to know where to always find you somehow. You're Bronya's older brother and next in line for the thrown.

Gepard x A Male Reader

Warnings: long, mentioned running away and talks about running away, minor injuries, and minor spoilers|

Gepard:

Gepard was doing his usual patrol route around the castle to prevent anyone that has malicious intentions. He ran into his older sister which was surprising but not unwelcomed. "Serval what are you doing here?" He questioned. He loved his sister but she had a tendency to get into a bit of trouble at times.

"Princess Bronya had some issues with some of her heaters so she asked me to come check it out. I stopped by Pela's office as well to catch up with her. How's our dear prince been doing?" She answered with a hand on her hip. She was her brother frown at the mention of the prince.

Gepard gave a sigh. They've been friends forever yet he's still constantly running away. "He likes to still try and run away. When I saw you I thought he'd convince you to help him try and run off again." He said with a hand to his forehead. His sister gave him a laugh. "What would he do without our diligent Geppie?" Which of course caused him to blush.

Gepard put both of his arms out. "Please don't call me that....." He started speaking but was cut off by Prince (Name) coming from the balcony above. He acted quickly and went to catch the prince in a princess carry. Serval looking surprised and confused at what just occurred. She also noticed a small blush appear on her brother's face. Though she could tell he was a bit irritated as well.

Serval didn't want to get into the middle of what's about to occur between the two. She also wasn't fond of hearing any scoldings. Her eyes met with the prince's and she gave him a look of good luck before sneaking off to where she wasn't going to be involved. She was scolded for awhile after she let him hide away at her workshop for a bit.

"You're highness what are you doing?" Gepard asked keeping the other in his arms. (Name) tried pushing away from the knight to no avail. He frowned and gave a sigh. "Would you believe me if I said I was running away from danger?" He asked. Gepard gave him stern look before he saw princess Bronya rush to the railing of the balcony the prince just jumped from.

"Thank goodness he didn't get away. Sir Gepard I must thank you for preventing my Brother from running away." She said with a sigh. "Mother had arranged for him to meet one of his suitors and he ended up running off again. I'll be right down please don't let him get away." Gepard gave him a look.

"There goes my excuse." The prince mumbled with a pout. He stopped trying to get out of Gepard's arms and resigned that he no choice in the matter. "Hey Geppie you could just let me go. I'm not cut out to be the leader. Everyone knows Bronya would be so much better at it. Plus any marriage I have will be pointless as it'd be loveless." The prince knew the attempt was futile with his Knight. After all Gepard never swayed on his duties.

"My Prince you needs to have more confidence in yourself. The queen and your sister want the best for you. Maybe if you'd give your duties a try then you may find your not as bad as you think." He stated looking down at the Prince in his arms. He noticed that (Name)'s arms were crossed and he was refusing to look at the blondes face. He was so childish sometimes.

Eventually Bronya made her way to them. "Brother this suitor is at least someone you've met before. Give it a chance please." She asked. Gepard knew the prince was going to cave so he finally put the other down. He knew his long time friend always had trouble saying no to his younger sister no matter what she asked of him.

"Yeah someone I dislike but let's get this over with." He muttered crossing his arms. He was trying to get out of the castle and into the woods before his mother sent Bronya to grab him. "Hey Geppie come to my room later I want to ask your opinion on some stuff." The prince said before leaving with his sister. Gepard couldn't even tell him not use that nickname.

It was so embarrassing to be called Geppie. His face had become red because of the nickname. He had always liked the other but some of his embarrassing actions can be done without a reaction from the prince. Gepard wondering if the prince was alright.

After all the other rarely asked for advice. He was usually very independent and doing his own thing. Gepard quickly shook his head. He still had matters to deal with he can worry about what the prince wanted later in the day. He had to remain focused and vigilant.

The rest of the day went by smoothly until the end. Where he found the prince in the library. He was on the ladder reaching for a book that out of his reach. He clearly didn't care. "Prince (Name) would you like help?" Gepard called out worried for the prince's safety. He wasn't expecting to startle his friend. The prince started losing his balance as he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

In the next few seconds he somehow ended up above his blue eyed knight who took the impact of his fall. His eyes widened. "Gepard I'm so sorry are you alright?" He frantically asked quickly sitting up and checking the other for any wounds. He failed to notice the dark blush on the other's face as his hands checked the knight's head for any signs of blood or damage.

Gepard was frozen in shock with his heart racing in his chest. The impact of the fall wasn't bad he had just caught the prince from falling and took the force. He maybe a bit bruised and sore but he was ok. What wasn't ok was how close the prince's face was to his own. They were centimeters away from their lips meeting.

He snapped out of his small trance when he heard several I'm sorrys said frantically. He slowly sat himself up. He turned to the prince and saw him looking teary eyed from worry. Gepard looked surprised. Out of the two he used to be the crybaby. Always being protected by the young prince and his older sister.

Thinking back on things he'd never even seen the prince cry. "(Name) I'm alright. You're not the biggest thing that's knocked me down. Please don't cry." He said reaching to grab the other's shoulder. The prince sat there with small tears still falling down his cheeks. Gepard really hated this sight.

"I'm so sorry Gepard. I really didn't mean to hurt you." He said in a small voice. Then there was a small look of surprise. "Wait you just called me by my name without any formality. You haven't done that since we were young did you hurt your head that much?!?!" The worry in his tone was very prominent as he leaned forward. Placing the blonde's head to his chest leaning over him to check the back of his heads. His legs trapping Gepard's as he basically sat on his lap.

The prince didn't realize he was pressing the knight to his chest where the other could probably feel the racing in his chest. The prince was gently moving the blonde's hair to check for a bump or anything. He seemed relieved when he found nothing. He pulled away and noticed how red Gepard's face was. He was a bit clueless to him being the cause if the blush.

"(Name) I'm fine I promise. However could you please get off of my lap?" Gepard asked. His face was on fire. He began wondering if it was possible to faint from being flustered. The prince had a look of realization. His tears seem to finally stopped and he gave a teasing smile. "Is Geppie embarrassed?" He asked seeming to have calmed down from his frantic worry.

"Please don't call me that. I'd prefer if you'd go back to being worried than this?" Gepard stated covering his face with one hand to hide his embarrassment. "But you give such a cute reaction when I call you it. Just like whenever i catch you trying to sing one of Serval's songs." The prince teased. Gepard looked away tempted to push the prince off of him and walk away.

The next thing that happened surprised him though. He was expecting more teasing that never came. Instead he felt a hand on his chin so he was looking at the prince and warm lips pressed against his own. "Sorry I couldn't resist after all I've liked you so such a long time and you looked so adorable." He stated leaving the knight in shock again. "So am I the reason you've refused all of your suitors?" He asked surprised. He was given a nod before the prince got off of him and stood up.

"It's what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to give the thrown to Bronya and become a knight so I can spend more time with you." He admitted. "Sorry for stealing your first kiss Geppie. I understand if you want nothing to do with me. After all you constantly had to chase after me everytime I ran away." All gepard could do was sit there in shock. Was this all real? He had dreams similar to it which his sister would tease him about before.

Then a small jolt of pain shot up his back from the fall it was definitely real. He stood up and wrapped his arms around the prince. "Why would I want nothing to do with you? You're one of the people I hold dearest. Though I believe you should still keep your role as a prince as it's much safer and give me a piece of mind." He stated holding his prince close.

[mal3vol3nt]

What are your thoughts on Katara saying “then you didnt love her the way i did” to Sokka about their mom? The amount of discourse that scene causes 😭

the discourse of not just that line but that entire episode in general is stupid and wouldn’t exist if this fandom had an ounce of media literacy

was katara right to say that to sokka? no, i’m sure that hurt like hell to hear and i have no doubt that she apologized to him and he forgave her because he understood, more than anyone, where that came from

is it absolutely insane that people hate on her for it or use that line as proof that sokka doesn’t mourn their mom as much as katara does? yes. this fandom is absolutely fucking insane. katara said that out of anger. her emotions were heightened because she just found out that she has the chance to confront the man who took her mother. she has been feeling this anguish for years and now it has a target. she will finally be able to put a face to her rage, will finally be able to get revenge and maybe ease the guilt she’d be feeling because her mother died protecting her. so when sokka and aang, two of the people she cares about most, try dissuading her intent to take revenge, she feels like its an attack on her very anger, on her grief. she feels like they aren’t understanding her, which is of course not true and she knows that, but she isn’t acting on logic at the moment. so she says some hurtful things to them because their perceived misunderstanding of her is hurting her. she doesn’t want to be talked down. she’s been holding this anger inside for so long and she is finally given the chance to let it out on the one person who deserves it the most, so when her brother and best friend try telling her not to do it, she lets some of that anger out on them. she tells aang that she knew he wouldn’t understand, unintentionally undermining the grief he’s experienced, and unintentionally does the same thing to sokka by outright saying he didn’t love their mom the way she did if he’s not with her on this. was what she said right? no. what it hurtful? yes. does she deserve to be hated on by the fandom for it? no

i’ll never understand why this fandom is so willing to extend grace to characters who have done far worse (like colonize parts of the world) but then hold characters like katara to impossible standards. she’s not allowed to stray from her nurturing and loving traits and experience human emotions like anger or else she’s too mean and a bitch. she’s not allowed to make mistakes like every single other character in the show because why?? why are her mistakes held to such a high standard that certain characters (*cough* fire nation *cough*) are never held to. it’s like this fandom is allergic to believable flaws in objectively good characters. aang and katara in specific will get crucified if they so much as accidentally forget to say “excuse me” when walking past someone it’s insanity