#but he'd. y'know. feel conflicted about it.

[vnmpior]

HEAD SO GOOD SHE HONOR ROLL

summary ー gallagher wasn't stupidー no matter what secret you were trying to keep from him, he was always going to find out.

note ー yeayea ik i have reqs to get to but gallagher has been on mind all damn day and i need him TO LEAVE!! might be ooc tbh but he's not even released yet sooo i DO WHAT I WANT!!! || this is fem reader!! + i lowkey hate this

w/c ー 2.4k

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"d'ya want this drink or not, doll?" gallagher held a glass in front of your face, light pink liquid sloshing over the edges. "you've been out of it lately."

"i've been perfectly fine." you rolled your eyes, snatching the drink away from him before he made the puddle on the counter larger.

alrightー maybe he was catching on. this was one of the few days where you had gallagher all to yourselfー and you were definitely enjoying it. could anyone really blame you for eyeing the way his buttons could barely hold his shirt together over his chest, how he towered over you, or the way he'd open a can with one finger? every single thing about him had you going rabid internally, but one thing in particular had stuck with you and ravaged your thoughts.

his hands.

they were always covered with glovesー mismatchedー and you'd be lying if you said they didn't distract you every time they were in your line of sight. you hadn't told him about your infatuation with them, knowing that he would make fun of you and tease you any chance he gets. so you decided that you'd keep it your little secret for your sake.

gallagher gave you a knowing glance as you took a sip of the concoction he made for you. "you're a terrible liar, y'know?"

"what would i even be lying about?" you scoffed.

"for one, you were staring at me like you could see through my clothes," he leaned over the counter, close enough that you could smell the alcohol on his breath. "and two, you got a little bit of drool coming out of your mouth."

his thumb shot out, ghosting the side of your lips. you felt your whole body heat up at the proximity and the feeling of his calloused hand cradling your face.

"it's not even drool!" you furrowed your eyebrows, pulling away with your arms crossed, earning a raspy chuckle.

"so you're not admiring how hot your dazzling boyfriend is? harsh blow," he playfully frowned, holding a hand over his heart. he will never truly get over how fun it is to make you embarrassed and watch as you would bury your face into your arms.

"you'd be hotter if you'd shut you mouth for once." you downed the rest of your drink in one go and shot up from your stool, not wanting to give him another reason to taunt you.

you could hear him trailing behind you to the living room, his belt clinking as the canteen nestled at the side of his thigh garter slapped against it with every step he took.

"not even gonna tell me if my drink was good or not?" gallagher tilted his head like a pleading puppy as you collapsed on the couch.

"it was good." you shrugged, focusing on finding the remote that must've fell into the depths of the sofa.

he sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh as he loosened his tie with the other. if this wasn't some intricate ploy to seduce you, you didn't know what else.

"just good, hm?"

"do you want me to give you an expert's opinion?" you sighed in exasperation, turning towards him to only be met with an amused look etched on his face.

"when'd you get so sassyー do i really distract you that much?" he smirked as your eyes widened. he had noticed the way your legs pressed together as grasped at the skin, and he was going to make sure that your prissy attitude was going to stop right here and now.

"you're in for a surprise if you think you're distracting me-"

his hand slowly made its way up to the apex of your thighs, the feathery touch and anticipation sending shivers down your spine. "i'm not distracting you? then you'll be fine not paying attention to anything i'm doing, right doll?"

you were conflicted as you mulled over the consequences of telling him and not spilling your secrets. either he'll leave you high and dry, laughing in your face as you beg for more, or he'll reward youー with the downside of endless teasing right after.

well, future you can always worry about that.

you gripped his wrist, trying to guide him closer to where his hand was inevitably going to end upー if you played your cards right.

"i'm not going any further until you tell me what that pretty little brain of yours was thinking about," he shook his head, your strength not even moving him an inch. he began to trace incomprehensible symbols onto your knee, every stroke feeling like he left behind a burning trail on your flesh.

"can't resist someone like you," you half-joked, hoping that he would accept it and move on already. instead, his eyes narrowed, and he withdrew his hand.

"you gonna tell me the actual truth?" he raised an eyebrow as you whined at the loss of contact. the sound made him subconsciously perk up, but he restrained himself from acting on his desires.

"but it's embarrassingggg," you drawled, pouting as if that would push him over the edge and forget the reason why he was practically edging you. you'd have to applaud him on his self-control thoughー the bulge in his pants was becoming increasingly noticeable.

"so embarrassing you can't even tell your boyfriend? what can be worse than that time you said you got off to my damn voice?"

you knew that ever since you confessed that to him, his ego has been blown out of the water. and you'd be damned if you were going to give him another thing to boost it.

but the uncomfortable heat between your legs was becoming unbearable as you thought about what you could have if you just told him this one little secret.

"well. . ." you trailed off. it wasn't like it was taboo or anything, but it made you irrationally sheepish. "i think your hands areー attractive."

he burst out laughing, running a hand through his silky hair in disbelief. "that was what you were hiding from me? a damn hand kink? you think about my hands when you're riding that pillow of yours?"

you shushed him, scowling at the accusation, but also not denying it. "this is why i wasn't going to tell your ass."

"i hope this makes up for it then."

his scruff tickled at your collarbones as he nibbled at your neck, leaving behind blossoms of purple and red. the tiny gaps and pants that escaped your lips weren't enough for himー he wanted you screaming.

"gal- what are you doing?"

he simply hummed in response, continuing his assault. his gloves were rough as his fingers trailed under your shirt, skimming your nipples, before retracting his touch quickly to rest his hands at your hips to pull you in.

"wanna do me a favor, pretty girl?" his voice seemed even more coarse and rugged than before as he admired his work. you were going to hate hiding these hickeys for the next few days.

you nodded without hesitation, curious to what he was going to ask you to do. in one swift move, he unbuckled his belt and garter, discarding them to the side as he unzipped his pants. his shirt rose up a little, revealing his light happy trail and v-lineー you swore your mouth watered a little.

"g'na keep staring?" he began to unbutton his shirt, the sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows straining against his muscles. you swiftly pulled his pants down, noticing the wet spot on his boxers.

you've done this multiple times before, but every time you released his cock from its confines you still managed to be amazed and in shock.

the head was red and dripping with precum as you rubbed it before slipping it into your mouth without warning. his hips jolted, pushing his dick further into your mouth and causing tears to prick at the sides of your eyes.

"yeahー just like that," gallagher threw his head back against the cushions, adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to keep his composureー which was hanging on by a thread. it was impossible for him to try not to just grip your hair and push your head all the way down.

spit oozed out the sides of your mouth as you gagged, mixing in with his fluids. the messy sight of it had him groaningー what he would give to take a picture of you right now.

"so pretty like this-" he began babbling off compliments, not able to make a coherent sentence.

"mm- f-fuck, i'm so sorry about this, doll." before you could even question why he was apologizing, his fingers intertwined with strands of your hair as he began holding you down all the way to the base of his cock. you made a noise of surprise as you felt cum shoot into your mouth, the hot liquid shocking you for a moment before you attempted to swallow. he released his grip, letting you lift yourself up and you could see the mirth in his gaze as his cum leaked out your mouth and dribbled down your chin.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you wipe the cum off your face with the back of your hand.

"you're just too fucking good at it, sweetheart," his chest heaved as he tried to regain his breath.

gallagher pulled off his gloves with his teeth, keeping his gaze locked on yours in those few torturously long seconds it took.

he moved you so you were hovering over one of his thighs, arms resting on his shoulders as he lifted up your skirt.

"you're fucking soaked," he grinned as he expertly removed your panties, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"yeah, yeahー just hurry up," you whined. his fingers gathered up your arousal and held it up to the dim light to see how it glimmeredー gallagher was going to be the death of you.

"c'monnn. . ." you were clenching over nothing, and he could see that.

"not even a please?"

"pleaseeeee," you pleaded, any self-respect gone in your desperate attempt to be filled up.

"just cause you asked so nicely," he slipped two fingers in easilyー he wasn't lying about you being soaked.

your rocked back and forth on the palm of his hand, drenching it with your slick as he rapidly thrust his fingers knuckles deep into your sopping cunt. every time he would curl his fingers and brush up against that certain gummy spot in you, you swore you saw stars.

"keep making those cute noises for me, yeah? s' fucking good for me, princess." he practically growled into your ear, the harsh noise making your walls clench around his fingers. he could probably get off on just the sight of you aloneー but he was adamant that he was going to come in you.

the building pressure in your stomach felt more intense than it had ever been, and you clawed at his arms as your mouth gaped open.

"m' gonnaー sirー" the name came out on accident, and if you weren't so close to climaxing you would've bothered to save yourself.

"sir?" his lips turned upward. "that's new."

"shut- haah-" your weak attempt to snap back was broken by you creaming around his fingers pathetically, trembling.

"that's itー being so good for me." he slowed down his pace until he eventually slid his fingers out, still connected to your pussy by thin and gleaming trails of your fluids. you slumped on him, jerking when you felt his dick rub up against your abused pussy.

"ya' got one more left in you, doll?"

you nod, not actually sure yourself. but you wouldn't pass up a moment have him inside of you.

he easily lifted you up, practically manhandling you as he laid you on the couch and angled himself on top of you. you practically sucked him in as his head tapped at your entrance.

"even this pussy of yours can't be patient," he didn't wait for your response as he abruptly plunged into your walls. it was so unexpected it had you digging crescents into his back, so deep you know it was going to leave scars. maybe they'll match with the ones that adorned his arms.

"wanna hear you call me sir again. say it." he nearly pulled all the way out, earning a cry of dejection out from you.

"sirー sir, please. . . i need more." you threw a hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle the noisesー which he instead replaced with his lips, swallowing all the sounds you made. the lewd squelches echoing throughout the room would've made you blush in any other situation.

gallagher always prided himself that he could make you go dumb and stupid on his big cockー but the fact you'll say whatever he wants? he's whipped.

"such a fuckin' slut for me, hmm? getting wet over my hands and never paying attention." he broke the kiss, immediately going back to praising and degrading you. you couldn't even process a single thing he was saying, but the mocking tone he used made your walls flutter.

"jus' for you," you rambled, chanting out little 'sir's with every heaving shove of his cock deeper into you. he wasn't above average in girth, but he could easily kiss your cervix and see a little tummy bulge that had him cooing.

when he pressed down on your lower stomach, the pleasure practically became unendurable. without warning and a choked moan that bordered a scream, you squirted, the liquid making it all the way to his abs, it slowly dripping down the crevices.

gallagher simply sped up, chasing after his own high as you squirmed at the overstimulation.

"s' too much! please, please-"

"a lil' bit more, pretty girl. ya' feel so good." he reassured you, burying his head in the nape of your neck.

he let out a long groan, your only warning that he was close. you saw his abs tense as he did one final push into you, his arms giving out as he collapsed on top of you.

minutes passed as the two of you calmed, until gallagher let out a little laugh.

"sir? hand kink?"

"i will bite your dick off."

i did not eat this up i fear

[starsluver]

One of your girls| Theo Nott

Warnings: making out, smoking, curse words, toxic relationship kinda, both people being HELLA bipolar

Summary: Theo decides to start hooking up with Mattheo's sister until she asks to be public..

Being in love with your brother's best friend is the most complicated thing. Mattheo's already told Selena and Theo separately that nothing could happen between you two.

But did either of you listen? Fuck, no. Selena's been hooking up with Theo for the past two months. And fuck did it feel amazing, sure they weren't able to hang out publicly but that didn't stop them from going to amusement parks and malls together.

As soon as the sun went down they were able to have the moments they couldn't during the day, but how long did they have to do this for until they could be official? How long did Selena have to lie to the only person who knows her best?

Selena is by the window in her bedroom, smoking a cigarette that she stole from Mattheo's room until she hears a knock on her door. She quickly puts it on the floor and smashes it with her kitten heel slipper. "Come in!" Theo opens the door and steps inside, smiling.

He sees the cigarette on the floor, he chuckles a little. "you couldn't have just thrown it in the bin?" He remarks jokingly, shutting the door behind him. "I thought you were Mattheo," Selena says as Theo sits beside her on the bed. "Nope. Though I was wondering why he'd bother to knock in his own house." Theo leans on his arm, looking at Selena with eyes of lust and desire. Selena was always really hard to read but that didn't stop Theo, she said nothing back to him. He let out a frustrated sigh, "What's wrong?" "I don't know, you tell me" Selena says sarcastically, Theo rolls his eyes. "Okay, smartass..." He pushes himself off the bed and picks up another cigarette from off the floor. "I thought you said you didn't like smoking,"

"What are you gonna do? Tell my brother? He wouldn't do anything unless I tell him that his best mate is hooking up with his sister" Theo raises an eyebrow at her again like he doesn't believe what she's saying. "You seriously think he wouldn't care? He'd kill me if he knew."

"But seriously, what's wrong baby?" Baby. The one word that could make Selena completely break down. "Us! I don't know how long I can keep our relationship or whatever the fuck we are from everyone! I want to be with you! You make me feel all special and loved but the next day you're with my brother like nothing happened!" Theo runs a hand through his hair and bites his lip.

"Look," he says in a serious tone. "We've talked about this. We both know it wouldn't work. Mattheo's my best friend and it would just cause a conflict between us all if we-" "I saw you with Astoria" Selena cuts him off as another tear stains her cheek, Theo's jaw clenches. Looking away and then lets out a long sigh. "That's different...." he mutters

"How the fuck is that different, Theo?! She was all over you but when I talk to Cedric for a damn project, you punch him!" "Well- it's just- look, y'know you're different." He pauses, not knowing how to put it into words. "You'll never be just an option to me. She's just an option. I can switch from girl to girl but nothing can make me switch from you." Theo puts his hand on her cheek as the other runs through her hair. "but there's always gonna be other girls, right?"

"yeah..." Theo looks away. This wasn't the best time time to tell her but he couldn't lie to her anymore. "But there's no girl who can make me feel the way you do." "y'know that, Sel" Theo says as he grabs her chin and lifts her face to meet his eyes. "I mean why do you think I don't want to be with you? I don't wanna hook up with a bunch of random girls. I want you. I always have"

"then why am I a secret?" Selena says as her mascara runs down her face. "Selena....." Theo sighs "I just......." He pauses, thinking back to the conversation with Mattheo. Then, he wipes the tears off of her face. "I know that things are just a little complicated right now...."

“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly says, his tone now very soft and gentle. “why are you still trying to go on about us when we both know where this is going? you’re only going to end up hurting yourself.”

"but I want you, Theo. I want us to be the same even when the door isn't closed" Theo takes Selena into his arms as she curls into his lap." me too, Selena," he says in a sincere tone, taking her hands in his. “believe me, if there was a way for us to be together I’d do it.” he pauses, running his thumb along the back of one of her hands. “and do you think I haven't felt this way about you? I want you but I just can't ruin what I have with Mattheo..”

"you won't, he'll be way more mad that I'm hurting myself over you than being with you" Selena tries to convince Theo, He takes a deep breath as he rubs her shoulder gently. "Selena, you're gonna be okay," he says in a soft tone. "you're gonna meet some other handsome guy. and he'll fall in love with you and everything will work out. just not me."

"I don't want anyone else, don't leave. Theo, I want you" Selena panics as she begins to tear up again "…I want you too. but—“ he pauses, struggling to find the words to explain to her why he couldn’t be with her.

“I can't.” he takes a deep breath and starts to pull away. “I’m sorry Sel.” "Theo, please" Selena says as she hugs Theo tighter. he tenses up a little, not expecting the hug. But he hugs her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “we can’t do this,” He whispers into her ear, trying really hard to not feel anything.

"I don't care," Selena sobs, Theo lets out a heavy sigh and his muscles loosen. “Selena, stop…” He says gently, running his hand through her hair and pulling her face up to meet his eyes. “We talked about this. this isn't going to work."

"I wanna be one of your girls, Theo" Theo swallows hard, biting his lip. “I know you do…” he looks away, his eyes dropping down to her mouth. It hurt to hear her talk about herself like that but she wasn’t wrong.

a silence hangs between them, the only noise being their breaths. "then let me," “Selena…” Theo says almost pleadingly, pulling her closer to him. He wants to. More than anything he wants this. but.. “don't you see this is just gonna end badly?”

"I don't care if it ends badly, I just don't want to end now"Theo frowns, feeling his heart aching for her. If only he could be selfish right now. He closes his eyes and rubs his thumb across her cheek, pulling her closer to him again. “are you sure..?” Theo whispers into her neck. Selena nods,

"I love you, Theo" Theo shivers as Selena's words sink in. This wasn’t good. He could still back out of this. But he didn’t want to.

“I love you too.” Theo leans in, pressing his hands against her waist as he kisses her softly. Her lips tasted like strawberries, Theo slowly pulled her closer. His hands moved up Selena's back and held onto her waist. Every few seconds he pulls away to look into the depths of her brown eyes, Selena runs her fingers through Theo's hair.

He groans softly as he leans in to kiss her neck, pulling her closer by her hips until they both hear Selena's door creak open

[tenchikotheartist]

Frick it, we ball

KISMET HEADCANNONS for some future fan stuff I wanna make... Goes with this post kinda

Under a cut because it's LONG (the fixation has been REAL)

Gen

They band was formed shortly after the events of Trolls 1. It's the only way they make sense in my mind's timeline.

Branch was trying to get more involved with Troll village without relying on Poppy to connect him with people. He formed his own group of friends, and they became Kismet after realizing how much they enjoyed harmonizing/performing together.

These guys give me frat boy energy for some reason. They just collectively become more chaotic when they're around each other. Yes, even Branch. He and Hype play hot potato with the braincell because otherwise, nothing would get done in this group.

As they got to know one another, teasing one another became their primary love language. Lots of jabs and quips will fly among them when they're together, but they each know it's all in good fun.

Branch

Branch kept his involvement in the band a secret because, well...y'know. He has complicated history with being in a boyband, so he wanted to explore his feelings about Kismet without being bombarded with input from people outside the group.

He's fond of his friends and genuinely enjoys being a part of the band though! He just wants to be sure he's a part of this boy band because he's happy being with them and not because he's trying to recapture something he'd lost 20 years ago.

At first, the others were (understandably) hurt by Branch's desire to keep his place in the band a secret, but after he explained his reasons, they were willing to support him.

They were absolutely thrilled when he finally becomes open about the band though!

During the secrecy period, when he performs in Pop Village, he hides his identity behind a disguise that somehow works (Branch, every time it works: "wtf????"), and he goes by a stage name.

Hype

Officially the group leader, but he's more of a mediator than anything. He relies on the rest of the group to give their input for any big band decisions, but he coordinates band meetings, schedules gigs, and works out compromises if there's any group conflicts.

He and Branch had been childhood friends before The Incident(s) estranged them. Back in the Troll Tree, they'd been neighbors whose parents (Branch's grandma; Hype's mom) set up on frequent playdates, so they'd been really close.

They reconnected after the events of movie 1, Hype introduced Branch to Trickee and later Boom. Trickee brought in Ablaze and the rest was history.

Hype is a social butterly but he's otherwise one of the more calm personalities in the group. He feeds off of other people's energy and is a bit of a people-pleaser. Luckily, he's pretty good at finding the right crowd to run with, otherwise he'd probably land in so much trouble.

Boom

Hype's cousin, and a big party person! Before the band took off, he DJ'd at a party venue in Pop Village. That same place was also where Kismet got their first gig!

He loves loud music and flashy parties where he can shine on the dance floor and make memories people he may only know for a night.

Peak ADHD Energy™. He's a chatterbox. He has no volume control. He tunnel visions so hard, he becomes that B99 headphones meme. The man has cool guy syndrome, no doubt about it!

For the creation of the Band earliest albums, Boom took charge as the producer. He loves messing with music, mixing and remixing sounds on his free time and experimenting with the genre.

Trickee

A thrill-seeking menace to society. He's adventurous and loves taking huge risks for the adrenaline rush. He's the type of guy who would go down a waterfall in a barrel or ski down a dangerous mountain just to see if he survives it.

Everyone in the band is in agreement about protecting Trickee from his own shenanigans. They are 70% of his self-preservation senses.

He also loves a party scene and can often be found with Boom leading the charge towards any good time.

You know that sense of dread before performing in front of a crowd? The way your belly flips and your heart races and you're sure you're shaking hard enough for everyone to see? Trickee lives for that shit when he's in the band. The jitters can get to him, for sure, but afterwards, the man is LIVING from coming out alive on the other side, and he's sharing that thrill with everyone else in the band!

Ablaze

A Rock Troll who has lived among the Pop Trolls since he was a teenager. He stumbled across them while looking for a place to belong, and despite what he was raised to believe about Pop Trolls, he came to love their warmth and friendliness. So he moved in and let everyone assume he was just an odd-looking Pop Troll.

He an Trickee are housemates (podmates?)--not for romantic reasons but because they're longtime friends. When Trickee moved out of his family's home, Ablaze invited him over, and they liked the living arrangement enough to keep it permanent.

At first, Ablaze isn't open about his identity as a Rock Troll, but as he grew closer with the other members of Kismet, he came out to them. By the events of Trolls 2, he's open about being a Rock Troll.

Ablaze's personality sits somewhere in the realm of both chaotic and laid back. On the outside, he's usually pretty chill, but if Boom or Trickee have trouble afoot, Ablaze is usually there egging them on in the background, much to Branch's dismay.

He becomes extremely energetic when he's performing. The more exciting the song, the more vibrant he becomes! The energy is one of the reasons he loves pop music so much, but he can also get hyped from performing rock music. He gets kinda intense though lmao.

The first time the rest of Kismet sees him jamming to rock, they're like "OH. He's definitely a rock troll O_O" They support their rock-n-roll brethren 🤟😔

He has a special interest in fire, particularly fireworks. Back in Pop Village, he even made a business of it, making small rockets, sparklers, and other celebratory items for all your Pop party needs.

Anyway that's all the headcannon stuff I'll share for now. Hope y'all liked reading xD I'm really hoping my attention span will stick around long enough for me to share more in the future, because this fixation has been A Time™/pos

[sounknownvoid]

Sam's "puppy dog eyes" are just him,hurt or ashamed - vulnerable?

We all know (&love) sammy's "puppy dog eyes" - & thanks to dean, we've been told of its amazing powers of persuasion and influence on people... I mean look at the evidence:

How could you possibly say no to this face?... I certainly couldn't ...but maybe that's the point - hear me out..

In "Scarecrow", Dean waxes lyrical about how his brother could give you this "look" and people would just "buy into" whatever it was he was saying at the time...

Elsewhere too, it's remarked upon, by Dean, about how no one can resist the power of the "puppy dog eyes" - thing that strikes me though is the language used - its almost framed like its a "manipulative tactic", something that Sam deliberately uses to his advantage somehow and is a weapon in his personal arsenal to disarm and influence people....ie "mere mortals" - the language is almost ominous and sinister...from dean.

Similarly when he talks about how sam is the one more easily able to coax whoever they're interviewing on cases to trust them, persuade them gently with his demeanour to divulge information that they'd perhaps otherwise not have shared...again framed almost like a "secret power" of Sam's....by Dean.

But then, watch the actual show and the actual times those 'puppy dog eyes' are shown by sam - he'd usually hurt or bewildered or ashamed and guilty and scared - yes, even soulless sam coz y'know he was still an actual person... if it IS a tactic it usually seems to be to try and get other person to stop hurting him or to show that he's hurting (the point of facial expressions) in hope the said person will stop - which BTW, note how he blanks in later seasons instead and stops showing his vulnerability any more?...

and whenever he's been able to convince people to share information and to trust them - it's been because he employed EMPATHY n understanding and cared about the situations these "normal" people found themselves in...ie he simply treated these folks as normal human beings caught in a bad situation and showed them some consideration,thoughtfulness amd kindness.....and that's all.

Contrast to whenever dean has been on his own (or when soulless with him instead) - he has a hard edge to him and gives off some pretty angst n downright scary vibes- not too mention, he's usually pretty suspicious or scoffing at the "civvies" in his demeanour - prolonged contact with sam has taught him to moderate himself/his approach but it's not his "natural" state with folks...

And that brings me to the point I'm trying to make on this post...

What if dean, struggling with his own "complex feelings" and being unable to ever deny sam anything coz of his own love n conditioning reads Sam's wounded look as a manipulation- a way to explain away his own "weakness" ( coz remember in john & dean's world vulnerability & love is a weakness is not what a "man" does) - ie "sammy made me do it with his bewitching eyes" instead of "I love my brother so much I can't deny him anything" is more palatable to dean.... and also, because his feelings frightened him and he's scared of the (perceived) hold sam has on him - he thinks sam MUST know of his effect on dean and MUST be using it on purpose....because conflict/threat&it's defusal & disarmament of said threat or weaponising their tools/themselves, is what they do.

And then, to further justify it to himself, he points to the interviews with civilians and how sam is able to persuade them too - so it's not just him, samm DOES have these "powers of persuasion"-bordering on ahem, the supernatural...but it's just sam being a decent human to these folks...

Just like everything else Sam's been blamed for or, something ominous being made of something he does or is - maybe those "famous" puppy-dog eyes of his are just sam looking actually, genuinely hurt,wounded,betrayed? - but it's so much easier to deflect and dismiss as a manipulative tactic so that no reparations or even acknowledgements need to be made and so no accountability required to be taken - which is after all, "dean special power"?....

it strikes me everytime, how much of our views of sam are molded and informed by dean's POV in the narrative of supernatural....

I'm beginning to wonder if we've ever actually seen sam as he was in the story at all - from an objective standpoint, let alone his own POV (which I'm sure would be far darker of himself and also inaccurate?)...

[ddarker-dreams]

dear god in heaven lock i love the way you write blade like i am frothing at the mouth rn after finishing nexus

I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKE HIM !!!!!!!!!!!

i'll be honest, the first chapter or so of nexus, i didn't feel confident in my ability to characterize him... i just had a vague idea of the role he'd play in the plot. one of the ways i like to challenge myself when writing yans (or any love interest really) is to consider what friction they can have with the MC outside of. y'know. the being unhealthily obsessive bit. i love that push and pull of conflicting ideals.

when i was fleshing out the areas they'd disagree with one another the most + how to go about that, it occurred to me that blade is an oddly respectful yan. he'll throw in the occasional wry comment, but, for the most part, he isn't cruel for the sake of being cruel. i think this is best communicated in his behavior immediately following the unsealing of his memories at the start of ch5. that scene is one of my favorites i've ever written, this exchange especially:

“What… are you even saying…?” You murmur. Is he referring to your mother? “It’s ‘permissible’ to take life, according to you.” 

You recount his creed with the venom it merits. 

He falls silent. 

“Not yours… not for free,” he drawls. “I’ll pay any price.” 

since blade (yan or not) doesn't feel like the type to go around saying i love you or any of its variations, i was like huh. how do i communicate how absolutely feral this man actually is over n darling. imo, it'd center around his immortality, whether it be abandoning his pursuit of a permanent death, or allowing n darling her 'vengeance' by letting her kill him again and again.

and they say romance is dead 😔

[osachiyo]

Akutagawa's red flag is that he's out of touch with his emotions and doesn't know how to handle conflict. he also gets defensive really quickly during fights and ends up throwing the harshest words at you. like oh, you told him about your childhood trauma, you bet he's gonna use it against you. he does apologize after and all but his first instinct is to protect himself without thinking about how his words might affect you.

IVE BEEN WAITINGGGGGGG FOR AKUTAGAWA !!

you're absolutely right, akutagawa's first instinct is to defend himself, even if that means throwing hurtful words at you that he knows he doesn't mean. it's just how he is, y'know?

he's definitely one to use your trauma against you when he's not thinking straight — saying stuff like "no wonder that happened to you," or "you deserved it," with a harsh scowl on his face.

feels incredibly guilty about it after though — the angry tears running down your cheeks breaks his heart. he knows it's his fault, but he's not great at apologies. he'd rather show you with actions rather than words, but of course, it doesn't always work. his words cut deep into your skin — and sometimes he doesn't know if he can heal them.

[elquacktism]

YASSS OK

ctntduo au where they're just in a strict evangelical all boys school where Q low-key dgaf about this Jesus shit and knows he likes guys and finds comfort that his identity is a way to retaliate

W is the religious freak here, suffering from comphet 😞 they're both in the honor roll class and the two of the best students in the school. Q low-key has a crush on W (W does too but he just thinks it's admiration)

Something something shit happens and W "accidentally" kisses Q and freaks the fuck out. He thinks Q is gonna tell the whole school and he probably didn't sleep at night cause he thinks god is gonna strike him down.

He doesn't come to school for like two days out of just constant fear, so Q is hella concerned and think he fucked it up with his crush.

Ok so that's basically the sorta plot

Brain vomit under here

Not really sure if I should but maybe Q telling W that it's ok that he kissed him cause he's gay! But of course W is like dumb so he tells one of the nuns in genuine concern for Q cause he thinks the devil has got him and he genuinely wants to help him (morally grey character wahoo). This makes Q absolutely despise W btw (rightfully so)

Also Q has a bit of a troublemaker reputation, he's smart but often disagrees with the teachings and doesn't take it seriously. He conflicts a lot with W cause he's the obedient good kid and follows the teachings cause that's what he's told to do.

W faith is like sorta shaky in a way that he follows the teachings kinda blindly and it's just really hammered into his head but he himself doesn't really get it, he's scared to doubt them because "the word of god is never wrong!!!". Again conflicting with Q's whole doubting everything and questioning every authority

And and y'know that one TikTok audio? "I wish you were a girl" THATS THEM

(I literally don't know shit about the honor roll cause my country don't have that) the honor class doesn't have a lot of students so Q and W come across each other a lot (plus the fact that they're both top students and is expected to compete) and end up being friendly up until that kissing incident, W tries to avoid Q but of course he can't so they just kinda made a silent agreement to not talk about it. (Q would complain but he really doesn't want to push away his crush and he thinks that he can change his mind) so W ignores how much his heart beats whenever Q is around and how much he draws him on his notes (he probably stare at those drawings at home he's actually so gay for him I feel so bad)

Since hanging out with Q a lot W has been questioning his own faith a lott, it scares the shit out of him and sometimes he tries to fight Q about it. W is smart and he of course realizes that Q is often right and even if he tries to deny it it'll constantly nag at him.

The sorta ending I have is that Q helps W to accept himself but! I have an idea that maybe W is just a stubborn mf and when they graduate they go their own separate ways. W would marry a woman and have a daughter (Tallulah?). No surprises here he's miserable but he loves his daughter so he tries to stay for her. Tallulah is queer

He'd tell Tallulah that she needs to keep strong with her faith cause god often gives tests to see how loyal she is, and so basically

W : Y'know one time I kissed a boy and the devil nearly got me into his trap, thank the lord that I persevered and look where I am today

Tallulah : WHAT

Ok that's it for now I will continue later LMAOO

[chubbyheadquarters]

Getting with Macaque

Genre: Romantic, slight Angst

Pronouns: Gender-Neutral

TW/CW: None

Character(s): 6-Eared Macaque-Liu Er Mihou

It'd be interesting, to say the least.

As we all know, Macaque's not one to trust easily. He's gotta ease his way into trusting you, so you'll have to be patient. He'll be a little coy and purposely confusing, but if you stick around, then his opinion on you will change a little bit.

When you met him and act all nice, he'll see it as a trick. He's been betrayed before and people have gone a great distance to fool him. He's not about to let that happen again. But he'll lower his guard just a little when he realizes that, yeah, you're just a nice person.

If you know Wukong, he's gonna use that to his advantage and use you as secret intel. If you don't, he can still use you to get to know Mk, which he proposes as meeting a new friend.

You, totally unaware of his secret plans, continue supporting him and cheering him on, giving him advice and are always willing to be there if he ever wants to vent or rant. He slowly starts to feel a bit bad. Here you are, being used by him, and you don't even notice.

He appreciates how patient you are with him, especially when it comes to him not talking about his past or motives. It's a sensitive topic, and though he won't say now, he knows he'll be able to tell you one day. Talking about his revenge on Wukong gets you curious, but you let him do his thing.

If you're into art and/or theatre, he's honestly really happy about it, though he tries not to show it. He's got a bad boy reputation to keep. Although, if you offer to help in any way, bad boy energy is gone and you two are planning and making stuff for his next play.

He's gonna train you. Part of the package deal. He says it's for safety reasons, and y'know what, he's partially telling the truth. He might need your help in battle afterall. Even if you're not strong, you can still act as a distraction. But part of him truly doesn't want you to get hurt, so he's gonna teach you how to kick some ass. He'll be a tease, but he'll always praise you when you do well.

Don't push yourself. He'd rather you take your time with training and get it as perfect as you can. After training with him, you would unconsciously look to him when you did well, waiting for his praise. It makes him feel warm inside, knowing how much you treasure his words.

When you talk to him about weight, maybe even wanting to lose it, he'll help you out if that's what you really want-But he's-So confused? Why? You're so soft and plush and everytime he holds you it's like he's in heaven. I'd like to think that he's open to every body type, but he tends to prefer a fuller/chubby partner.

If anyone messes with you, especially if it's because of your weight, they'll get what's coming to them. He'll embarrass them, scare them for a bit, make sure they learn their lesson. He'll comfort you, telling you that you're fine just the way you are. "Those idiots don't seem to know perfection...""Huh?"" Those guys are just a bunch of idiots." Cue blushing monkey.

At one point, he starts questioning if he really wants to keep doing this. He realizes he doesn't want to hurt you, but he had been planning his revenge for so long. He can't lose this chance. It was...REALLY conflicting for him. But he went through with it and it crushed you when everything came to light.

When you do find out, your conflicted and hurt expression makes him realize HOW MUCH he fucked up. He kept telling himself that his revenge was what mattered the most. He didn't need you. You'd leave him anyways. Everyone always does. But your words hurt him so much more than he thought they would.

"Everything we went through...was all a lie? I didn't mean anything to you? Was I just going to be another puppet? Y'know, I'm so used to being used by others, but... I never expected it from YOU..."

When you leave and don't come back, he's devastated. He tries to get over it with his bad old coping habits, but he just can't. Nothing's the same without you. He wants you back, but he knows it's not that simple, and it's not gonna be easy. He broke your trust, and you told him that was the most important thing in y'all's friendship.

He quickly notices how you linger at the entrance of the building when passing by during a walk or if you're heading somewhere else, as if you're pondering on going in, but you never do, always leaving with a look of sadness and betrayal. It takes a little while, but he finds a way to get you to come back, and he makes a play of the events that happened that day. It felt like a cruel joke, like he wanted you to relive that that day. It made you want to leave, but the ending was different.

"The warrior, heartbroken by the loss of his one true friend, decided to change for the better. And after time had passed, he went to them, and apologized with the hope of gaining their trust again."

You stayed behind when the show ended, conflicted about the play. You knew it was his message to you. An apology in the Macaque way. But this wasn't something he could simply apologize for- "Got room for one more?"

The two of you talk it out, him letting you vent about your feelings and how trust was a hard thing to earn back when it was broken. He apologized and admited that he had truly begun to see you as a friend. Someone he started to, in a sense, cherish.

Seeing him so vulnerable and open made you think about everything, and with a conflicted heart, you decided to give him one last chance, and that if he we're to blow it, he'd never see you again. And goodness he's so willing to make it up to you.

Slowly but surely, he starts gaining your trust back. He became a bit more open, emotional wise, but past wise still guarded. He took your feelings way more into consideration. In due time, you began to laugh with him, joke with him, even smile at him. Yeah, he's not going to lose your trust again. He doesn't ever want to let go of this warm feeling.

He'll see the confliction on your face when you happen to hear him talking about Wukong. You never butt in or try to stop him, knowing it's not your fight, but it still reminds you of that day.... He tries his best not to bring it up around you.

Before you're together, he'll flirt and say it's a joke, but he's testing the waters to see how you'll react. If it's positive, he'll continue. If it makes you uncomfortable, then he'll stop.

His tail will unconsciously move towards you, wrapping around you. When you mention it, he denies it with all sorts of excuses. You find it cute, but you usually keep it to yourself. Last time you called him cute, he went on a small rant on why he wasn't cute. Okay whatever Macaque ┐(￣ー￣)┌

When he's tired or just wants to be closer to you, he'll lean on you, just wanting to feel your warmth and comfort to get him through the rest of the day. Head on your shoulder, eyes closed and muscles relaxed.

This bitch fucking cuddles you to oblivion. He's not letting go. Once he's got you in his grasp, you better hope you won't have to be anywhere important anytime soon. And that you have snacks. You're his personal pillow now. I don't make the rules.

👏🏽Pet👏🏽the👏🏽monkey👏🏽Please do so. Brush his hair and hum a little song. That'll put him at peace. But better yet, simply run your hands through his hair, massage his head, and he's in heaven. He'll never get tired of your touch. It's so soft and he knows he's safe with you.

At one point, he will turn his glamour off around you. He's fucking scared of what you'll think, scared that you'll run off and hate him all over again-But when he feels your hands softly cup his cheeks and you give him a soft smile-He knows that you're the one. You two will cuddle that day, not leaving the room and enjoying each other's presence.

When you do get together, not much changes other than the fact that he's a bit more open with his affections. You guys we're already cuddling it up before. Still not super into PDA, but he'll show off every once in a while. Arm and tail around you more often and nicknames thrown out there. If anyone even dares to flirt with you, they'll get a harsh glare as a warning.

His nicknames for you are so sweet. "Moonlight", "Sweetheart ", "Sugar", " Beautiful/Handsome." Take your pick. Your nicknames for him consist of "Plum", "Honey", "Dear"-Maquack. God he was so surprised that you actually called him that. But that's usually reserved for when he's spacing out or angry. Snaps him back into reality.

Sorry if there's any spelling errors or if I missed something, I just wanted or make sure there was good enough context/flow to reading it and not randomly thrown out there. I hope the writings alright and that y'all enjoy. Wukong's up next!

[liminal-space-lesbian]

Loser II

Pairing: Enid Sinclair x fem!reader

Summary: You try to take some time apart from Enid to sort through your feelings and maybe get over your crush. After all, Enid was happy in her relationship. Right?

Warnings: swearing, confessions, crying, anxiety attack, angst

Words: 2,276

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

You tried to follow Yoko's advice, truly. However, Enid was ever present in your thoughts. Just at the edges of your mind during your classes, floating to the forefront of your mind when you tried to sleep at night. You tried to stop thinking about her, but every time you saw her in the halls your heart would skip a beat, your eyes would linger on her. You avoided her to the best of your ability and it helped a bit. The ache in your chest was reminder enough though.

Perhaps your avoidance of her attributed to the fact you were oblivious to her and Ajax's growing relationship conflicts. He was being his usual oblivious self and it was making Enid feel uncared for; unloved. His excuse of "not knowing" Enid didn't wear silver jewelry, that she didn't like roses, or that she hated dark chocolate only held up for so long. After they'd been dating for so long Enid got sick of reminding him. These were simple things you were supposed to remember about somebody, especially somebody you were supposed to love.

She kept telling him how his actions made her feel, so he'd apologize and promise to do better. She'd be placated for a while, Ajax's behavior improving for a week or so until he'd simply go back to his old ways. He was too preoccupied with getting high with his friends and playing hooky to put the adequate amount of effort into his relationship. To him, it was just casual dating.

Eventually Enid got fed up and broke up with him, spending the next few days crying to Yoko, eating icecream, and watching reruns of Glee. You were oblivious to this for nearly a week, too busy moping and self isolating in hopes you'd get over Enid to even notice.

That is, until you were hanging out with Yoko by the lake and studying, when she casually mentioned how she felt bad for Enid, but was happy to see her feeling better.

"What? What's going on with Enid?" You asked, worry sparking in your stomach at the thought of something bad happening to Enid or possibly one of her family members. Yoko gave you a side eye, looking suspicious.

"You don't know? I'm shocked, I thought you'd throw a party at the news." She said drily as she lowered her sunglasses to eye you with an unimpressed look.

"What?" You pressed, leaning forward, growing nervous at how she was acting. 'Why would I be excited over something that was hurting Enid? Unless...' You felt a flicker of hope somewhere deep in your chest.

"Enid broke up with Ajax last week. She got sick of him flaking on her and not paying attention to her interests." Yoko said with a dismissive wave, leaning back against the trunk of an oak tree as she looked back down at her book.

"What?" You nearly shouted in shock, your heart feeling as if it stopped entirely in your chest at the news. You were elated, but a feeling of guilt and something else settled in your stomach. Yes you were excited at the aspect of being able to actually date Enid, however some part of you felt guilty. You were practically praying on her relationships downfall, and even though now you have the chance to treat her the way she deserves, it is also painful to break up with someone. You'd never wish pain upon Enid, despite all your complaints about their relationship before.

Also, a feeling of something akin to disgust rose within you. You felt... predatory for your thoughts. You were such a loser- such a creep- for waiting on Enid's breakup to try and sweep her off of her feet. It made you feel gross and dirty.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't know? Y'know, with your whole obsession with her and all. How did you really not know?" Yoko inquires, shooting you a curious look. You shrugged, looking down at your hands that were absentmindedly plucking grass.

"I mean, I was taking your advice and trying to distance myself from her, so I've been kinda... avoiding her? I mean I was trying to get over her I guess." You say lamely, shrugging halfheartedly as you lean back on your palms and look up at the leaves above your head.

"And how is that going?" Yoko asked sarcastically. You shot her a glare before sighing, blushing slightly.

"No luck. It's like she owns my thoughts or something." You say, slightly irritated at Enid's hold on you, even though she didn't have the slightest romantic inclination towards you.

"Hm... Well now's your chance I guess." Yoko said simply, raising her eyebrows as she continued looking down at her book. You shot her a look.

"C'mon you know that's not fair. I'm not gonna just swoop in like a vulture the second she breaks up with him. Plus it's not healthy to jump from one relationship to another, she should take some time to herself to get over it first." You say quietly as you begin braiding blades of grass together.

"You're right, but even if you're not pursuing a relationship with her she still needs support right now. She isn't dumb, she's noticed you avoiding her." Your heart dropped in your chest at her words, anxiety flooding your system, "If there's any time she needs a friend it's now." Yoko finishes, giving you a pointed look. Another flash of guilt swamped your system. 'I'm such a dick. Of course she'd notice I'm avoiding her! And when she's going through a breakup too? That's when she needs friends most, and I'm just absent because I can't handle my stupid crush?' You mentally berate yourself.

"You're right, I've been an asshole. I'm gonna talk to her." You say, more to yourself than to Yoko as you get to your feet and brush off your clothes, picking up your bag.

"Goodluck." Yoko says with a dismissive wave, a small smile curving at her lips as you head towards Enid's dorm. Your pace was quick and you felt anxiety flood your veins as you walked. Should you get her a gift of some sort? Is that creepy? Would it seem weird to just show up out of nowhere? Your anxious thoughts came to a halt when you realized you were stood outside of Enid's dorm. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants, taking a deep breath before knocking.

A few moments later Enid was opening the door, a look of surprise briefly gracing her features. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks were shiny from old tears; it was obvious she had been crying. You felt guilty for thinking she looked so pretty, her eyelashes damp with as her blue eyes glittered with unshed tears.

"Oh, hi." She said awkardly, looking a bit hesitant at your sudden appearance after avoiding her for the past few weeks.

"Uh- hi. I heard about," you paused, swallowing nervously, "I heard about you and Ajax. I just came to say I'm really sorry. I know you thought he was gonna be the one, and I know breakups are tough. Just- if you need me for anything I'm here." You say, your tone slightly shaky with nerves, but earnest nonetheless. Enid stared at you a moment before stepping back and inviting you into her dorm.

"Thank you... you can come in. I kinda just- I could use somebody to talk to I guess." Enid murmurs, her tone uncharacteristically quiet. Your heart ached to see her so down. You followed her into the dorm and hesitantly sat on the edge of her bed. She crawled back under the covers, hugging a stuffed bear to her chest as she sniffled.

"I just don't get why he couldn't just listen. I'd tell him stuff he did bothered me or made me feel like he didn't care but he'd just keep doing it. It's not like I was asking for a lot, right?" Enid asked softly, her tone uncertain as she wipes her eyes and glances down at you. You scoot closer to her, absentmindedly brushing a damp piece of hair off her cheek. Your fingers brushed hers and she quickly grasped your hand in hers. You fought the way your pulse raced, stamping down on butterflies. You knew Enid was touchy with everyone, you weren't special.

"No, of course not. It's not a lot to ask to want your boyfriend to listen to you, and care about you, and care to learn your interests." You reassure her, squeezing her hand as she blinked up at you. She nodded slightly, her gaze drifting off to the side once more.

"You're right." She whispered, the room lapsing into a comfortable silence as you sat next to her, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb. Part of you felt gross, like you were somehow taking advantage of the situation by holding her hand and feeling a flutter in your chest. As if you were preying on her moment of weakness to grant yourself some satisfaction from physical touch. Guilt gnawed at you as you looked down at her, wondering if you even being here was somehow wrong.

"Why were you avoiding me?" Enid asks in a small voice, her eyes peeking up at you over the edge of her comforter. You blinked at her, taken aback by her words. You honestly didn't think she would even notice your absence. You never felt as if she really even saw you.

"I wasn't-" You began, but as your eyes met her glossy, vulnerable gaze you let out a resigned sigh. "I was just... I was struggling with something and I needed some space." You say, trying to be as vague as possible. Enid's brow furrowed as she sat up, bringing her body closer to yours, causing you to feel a blush rise to your ears as you ignored the way your stomach swooped.

"What do you mean? Is everything okay?" She asked, and you felt crushing guilt at the way she looked at you. 'What type of person am I? Making her feel bad for me when she's the one going through a breakup? I ignore her and then show up at her dorm demanding her comfort?' You mentally berated yourself, swallowing nervously as you looked at your lap.

"Yeah! No, don't even worry about me it's actually really stupid. I'm sorry for just kinda ghosting you like that. You don't deserve it." You mumble, your gaze meeting hers for a moment before you were forced to look away, her gaze too intense. "I would have come sooner if I had known about what happened with you and Ajax, but Yoko just told me today so... I came as soon as I knew." You whispered, feeling shame burn at your ears.

"I mean, it's not stupid if it's bothering you so much." Enid says, her voice gentle as she takes your free hand in hers, running her thumb over the backs of them. You felt guilt crush your insides. Enid was so good. She was so warm and soft and loving and you didn't deserve her kindness. After you spend days and nights praying on her relationships downfall just so you'd get a chance. If she knew she surely wouldn't want to even talk to you anymore.

"It's- It's really selfish of me." You whispered, your heart racing as you realized you might confess to her right now. It'd be the worst timing, with her fresh out of a relationship. You'd seem like such a predator, waiting to pounce the second she was single again. Which you suppose is what you are, so why not enlighten her and let her make the decision herself?

"I just... Seeing you and Ajax together was... hard for me. It was really getting to me so I needed to take some time away to try and... sort through my feelings." You manage to choke out, heart pounding as you stare firmly at Enid's comforter. There's a tense silence as Enid's hands still in yours.

"Did you- do you like Ajax?" She asks, sounding confused and slightly hurt. Your gaze snaps to hers in panic as she pulls her hands out of yours.

"No! No I do not like Ajax. Quite the opposite really." You blurt out, giving a nervous chuckle as you desperately search her gaze, trying to convey that you did not have feelings for her ex boyfriend. Her brows furrowed in confusion for a moment.

"Then what-" It was like a switch flipped in her mind as her eyes widened and her jaw slackened in surprise. "Oh." Was all she said, blinking owlishly at you. You gulped, unable to read her expression.

"I know- I'm sorry. I can't help it, I tried getting over it and just ignoring it but seeing you with him and seeing the way he was treating you- God this makes me sound like such an asshole." You blurt out, your pulse racing so fast you felt lightheaded. You stand up, heading towards the door, your mind spinning as you can only imagine what she thinks of you now.

"I'm sorry- I'll just go. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even come here. I didn't mean to- I just-" You stammer as you fumble with the doorknob.

"Wait-" Enid tries, standing up to head after you but you cut her off.

"I'm sorry, just forget about it." You say, opening the door and leaving her dorm, shutting the door behind you as you practically run to Yoko's room.

[avelera]

soooo, you know who probably has a TON of Faustus/Mephistophilis fanfiction ideas? That, even if he never writes them, will turn up in his boyfriend's library of all the books ever dreamed of but never written...which may take some influence from his relationship with said otherworldly thought-he-was-a-devil-for-a-while-and-may-not-have-stopped-by-the-1500s boyfriend...

oh my GOD, Anon, oh MY GOD

OAISDAIOSDJS

I need my smelling salts, one moment, OH MY GOD...

...OK I'M BACK

YES, Hob Gadling ABSOLUTELY projected WILDLY onto Kit Marlowe's Doctor Faustus x Mephistophilis. Did he write fic? Maybe, maybe not he definitely jerked off to fic he never wrote, I'm just saying but there are definitely Hob fanfics FOR Doctor Faustus in Dream's library of "books that were never written"

Just... oh my god, look, I've made references across many of my Dreamling fics but especially throughout "Giving Sanctuary" to Hob being utterly obsessed with "Doctor Faustus" and becoming Kit Marlowe's patron for a minute there because of it (which would have been shortly before he died) and having gone to see it so many times that he had it memorized at one point, and it being the first time he had more than a passing interest in the arts or a play (when it wasn't, y'know, his job as a printer's apprentice).

But I will admit, my assumption he'd like it was based a bit on the cliff notes version and my reading of other versions of Faust. Seeing the Arthur Darvill play was so, so vindicating because, uh huh, yeah yeah yeah, Hob was utterly obsessed with this play, and I will accept no criticism.

Like the scene where some men try to kill Faust by beheading him and he ends up just standing there, holding his own severed head in his hand as he comes to life? I bet you Hob absolutely blanched at that scene and wondered if Marlowe had been spying on him during an unfortunate moment (if he hadn't told Marlowe about it himself). Also, all of Faust's misfortunes come from his deal ending when he dies, but he gets a good life until then. Hob Gadling was totally like, "RIP, Doctor Faustus, but I'm different. My life might not always be amazing, but at least I don't have to worry about fuckin' demons dragging my still-screaming soul down to Hell!"

But also just like... the very clear themes of how a seductive, irresistible man will damn you soul to Hell. That knowledge, and learning, and ignoring institutions that try to control you in favor of living the life you want are all sins just has so many layers of what I assume were known-bisexual Marlowe's own conflict with his chosen life vs. his upbringing. And I'm sure those concerns spoke to Hob's own fears around this spectacular life he has (especially in the 1500s) and the lingering fear that one day he might have to pay the piper.

But yes, Doctor Faustus x Mephistophilis is like the original vampire seduction. Hob canonically worried specifically that he made a bargain with the Devil, that play would have raised the hair on the back of his neck but also... Mephistophilis is hot? And he and Doctor Faustus are like weird fucked up tragic soulmates? Yeah Hob had so, so (so so so) many feelings about this play!

[sapphorror]

Now that you have read the ZimVoid arc, what are your toughts on Zib and Za2r (Zib❤Zim2[2im{twoim}])?

I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!! alright, maybe I was definitely going to say this all anyway, but now I have a decent excuse to braindump it all at once instead of trying to write, I don't know, coherent analysis.

Yeah, I'm obsessed with this guy. I'm still only just starting to build a proper 3D model of him in my head, so don't take anything I rave about here too seriously, but my god is Zib something else. Also, really cute. No one told me he'd be cute and I wasn't at all equipped to deal with what I got. I was operating under the assumption he was going to be at least a LITTLE cool, but this is the most pathetic wet meow meow of a character I have ever seen, and that is no small statement.

(Also also, is it just me, or does the way Zib's drawn remind anyone else of rubber hose animation like, moreso than the comics artstyle generally does? I can't quite pin down what's making it feel that way, but I like it. Gives him Vibes™, y'know?)

Anyway. Fusions like Zib are always going to be fun, just for what they imply about their component characters and the game of trying to identify what characteristics come from where. And Zib is especially fun for this because Zim and Dib are such similar people to begin with. It honestly doesn't surprise me that the Zimfluence went initially unnoticed by our Dib, not just because he's more prone to cognitive bias than he likes to believe, but because there are so many overlapping traits between these two guys that Zib wasn't so much altered by the fusion as he was exacerbated. They blend seamlessly to the point it's really hard to pick out where one ends and the other begins, and in a different kind of story, Dib might actually be forced to reflect on what that implies about him and his motivations. As is, he's just going to keep fooling himself, though.

Probably the most obvious dichotomy between them, at least where it applies to Zib, is motive, and that definitely brings up some interesting questions. When he chooses to take over the Earth, is that the Zim side disguised by Dib-passing justifications, or does it say a whole lot more about Dib's actual loyalty to the Earth against his loyalty to opposing Zim than anyone would really like it to? How about the total lack of internal conflict when it comes to decimating the Armada and wrecking the Irken Empire? What does that say about Zim's ultimate loyalties?

Granted, I am at this point pretty certain Zib didn't just put on the PAK and call it a day, I think he took precautionary measures to ensure that the Dib half remained the 'dominant' personality, given that in 10 Minutes to Doom we see him completely subsumed by Zim's coding, so this isn't a perfect equal split. But it is still a split—Zib clearly did not have the foresight to account for everything, if he even wanted to—and the fact he prepared himself for this is itself interesting, because it means the decision was premeditated, not done on a whim during some momentary mental break. This might even be why he's half-Irken; instead of the PAK altering his biology, maybe Zib altered his biology so it could survive the long-term integration of the PAK. And isn't it just insane to imagine any version of Dib willingly body-horroring himself like that, stripping away his own humanity? When he accused our Dib of being just another ignorant human, could that maybe be a sign that he didn't want to have anything in common with those people anymore?

None of this is what really gets me about Zib, though. This is.

Admittedly, I'm sort of predisposed here, because I have this whole Thing about Dib's unfaltering belief he can somehow prove himself to humanity, despite all evidence to the contrary, being in essence identical to Zim's delusion that he's already adored by all... that's it's whole own post, tbh, but my point is Dib's ostracization wouldn't be solved by exposing Zim, and it's fun to see that explicitly confirmed.

But it's also more specific than that. Because what Zib was forced to realize here is that he destroyed the only person capable of actually caring about him. And that's why the Zimvoid is the Zimvoid, isn't it? Zib could've used those portals to escape anywhere or lure in anything, but instead he does this. Part of that's the obsessive need to succeed where he'd previously failed and decimate the Armada (+ repeatedly 'defeat' Zim because he's still too emotionally stunted to understand that's not actually what he needs), and I think all of that is important, but there's also something to be said about how deeply driven Dib is by the desire for external validation, and here he went and fused himself with the one person in the universe who might be even more love-hungry than he is. Zib's not afraid of being alone simply because he dislikes isolation—I mean, even within the Zimvoid, he still physically and ESPECIALLY emotionally isolates himself from the other Zims. Being the only person left in his reality means there's no one to admire his greatness, and given who he's a combination of, of course that's his worst nightmare. And ridiculous as it may be, he understands that Zim is the only person who's ever given him that kind of attention. So why not make a whole planet of them? Why not trick them into idolizing him? I mean, who else could even matter besides Zim?

Also? This one's sort of auxiliary to the last point, but there is something deeply, deeply sexy and thematically chewy in Dib wanting/needing Zim so badly that he quite literally became him, and that not being enough. I mean, what is the Zimvoid but a huge collector's display? And it's exactly this that makes him the architect of his own ultimate tragedy. I have a thing for characters who damn themselves not through any single choice, but by passing up a million little opportunities to save themselves, totally confident in their decisions right up til the moment it actually is too late. He could've used those portals to escape to another timeline. He could've designed the Zimvoid as anything other than a ticking timebomb of lies, conflict, and an ever inflating population of lunatics. He could've given up on his destructive plans and just enjoyed the huge fucked up harem he built for himself. He could've quit while he was ahead.

And the really funny thing is, even after the collapse of the Zimvoid, his total isolation is still a consequence of his own actions. I mean, the Zim from his own timeline literally cannot be taken away from him through any method short of murder. He's still right there. But by winning, by possessing his Zim to the point of consumption, Zib defeated the entire purpose of having Zim in the first place. They'll never be separated, and that's exactly the reason why he'll always be alone.

As for ZA2R... hm. I'm not sure if I have much to say about them just yet, but suffice to say I am Deeply Compelled. I'm always weak for that (false) god x worshipper dynamic. It's about someone as lonely and broken and closed off as Zib finding out the hard way that they're still capable of genuine love, no matter how bad they are at it, and there's something very special in every Zim's desire to be someone's favorite being so specifically exploited. I mean, the dynamic of highest subordinate is essentially identical to the one Zim likes to imagine he has with the Tallest, only actually real. Dishonest and exploitative, to be sure, but still real. And hey, important question, but what about #2's personal Dib and the fact Zib is always going to be implicitly competing against the person actually cosmically destined for his partner, because he fucked his own cosmic destiny up so badly? Or the inevitable spectacle of Dib's semi-latent yandere tendencies being brought to bear against himself?

Also! Shameless Homestuck chatter, but I take so much joy in pale ZADR dynamics (black diamond romance my beloved), and the fun thing about ZA2R is that their default pacifier/pacified dynamic swaps. In, uh, normal person terms, they've managed to contrive themselves a situation in which Zim is actually the comparatively sane/stable one, keyword comparatively, and being worked to death about it. There's nothing I love more than a justified role reversal, y'know?

THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT FOR NOW but like I've been thinking about these guys nonstop for 24 hours already, I WILL be losing my mind about them again. I don't know when, I don't know how, but it's gonna happen.

[lloydfrontera]

Oh that og lloyd returns and suho goes through the reincarnation gate ask and answer were incredible. I'm usually like happy ending and would have said that what if javier does the same where he goes to verkis and try to get suho lloyd and does bring him, because i can't imagine suho lloyd staying in seoul alone or worst, but then would it have a happy ending? with him there with og lloyd, he'll also have mixed feelings because it's not the og lloyd he talked at the train or its the same buy forgot their conversation

let's not forget the before suho lloyd comes back and weeks passed by already lorasia, the people of the county, the engineers, the white calvary, alicia, solitas, cordius, orcs, elf, sees og lloyd act and well this is not the person the person that they allied and spent time with

I sincerely agree with this "all in all. not a good time for anyone! which i think fucks i love this scenario it really woke up the brain worms <3"

about this

it's such a fun au because it makes everything immediately worse <3

i also tend to like happy endings more than anything else but i do admit i like putting my blorbos in situations even more salkdjsfds

and yeah javier definitely went looking for lloyd in this au too. probably even sooner than he did in canon lol. cause at least in canon he was certain that lloyd had just been reborn, he thought that he was lost to him forever, that the best he could get was to know if he was happy in his next life. in this version he wouldn't be so sure. after all lloyd crossed the gate and now og lloyd is back. so clearly the reincarnation gate doesn't work as straightforwardly as one might first have assumed.

i think the moment he snapped out of his "should i just throw him back" moment and the guilt over his momentary lapse of control passed he would've gone straight to the jewel of truth and asked what happened to lloyd. and then gone bother one of the most powerful beings in the universe into opening a portal to his bf.

fuck the consequences he wants his lloyd back goddammit

this would simultaneously make everything better and also worse.

better because at least now lloyd isn't, y'know, dead and so everyone who cares for him in whatever shape or form isn't mourning him. arcos and marbella would especially be overjoyed, because now they have all of their children together, they're all okay, they're all safe and this time it will probably stick. julian,,, would be conflicted because he now has to deal with the fact the brother he thought he knew had been lying to him for years and (non-maliciously as it might have been) tricked him into forgiving the person who made his life hell almost his entire life and now there's no handy grief to make it easy to overlook all of that. but i do think he would be very, very happy his hyung he loves and admires so much is alive and safe and now they can get to know each other for real.

worse because now lloyd isn't dead and og lloyd gets to see just how much everyone loves him. just how much respect and affection he earned, how much he achieved, how loved he became in just five years compared to what og lloyd did in his entire life. and man would that suck for the guy. like. genuinely would be a terrible thing to go through. but again. i don't think he would do anything about it. like. he wouldn't see the point. he'd be angry, he'd throw some epic tantrums but i don't think he would put in the effort to change his behavior.

in canon og lloyd achieved some kind of resignation and peace with his situation because he saw first hand the kind of stuff lloyd did, he followed him around, he saw how much effort he put in, the kind of things he went through... it's hard to deny someone has earned something when you see them put their sweat blood and tears into it.

in this au, this og lloyd doesn't get that. as far as he knows he passed out one night and then woke up five-ish years later to find that no only did some fucker walk around in his body for all that time but everyone that he knows is mourning the man. the fucking guy who stole his body. like. yeah i would kind of also be pissed i'm not gonna lie.

he doesn't know how bad things got, how hard it was to save the estate, hell, the entire country, he'd only see all the results and none of the struggles. he wouldn't get why people, his family especially, are so happy to have him back. and he'd get very angry about i think.

and to be fair his anger would be mostly outrage at lloyd stealing his body (unintentionally but still), jealousy and some genuinely hurt feelings. i do think he'd be understandably hurt that his family is apparently more concerned about the guy that impersonated him than for him who was gone for years (*cough* even if i do think he kind of earned it *cough*)

as for lloyd,,, yeah no this is not an ideal situation for him either. he'd be over the moon at being able to come back, don't get me wrong, that part wouldn't change, but to come face to face with the guy he accidentally replaced, whose family he kind of took as his, and who doesn't remember the conversation and tentative truce they came to in hell,,, definitely not how he hoped this would go.

i don't know if he would actually feel very guilty cause like. well at least the guy is alive now. and he's no longer doomed to a self-caused premature death. and he gets to live in a debt-free estate that's been turned into the most powerful territory of the whole continent. so like. he thinks og lloyd got a pretty good deal out of it. yeah losing five years sucks but he would've died a couple years ago anyway.

i do think he'd feel very awkward about calling arcos and marbella 'father' and 'mother' like he wanted to. if he already felt awkward in canon it would be even worse in this au with og lloyd glaring at him from a corner any time their parents so much at smile at him. i don't think it would stop him completely, but he'd definitely tone it down when they're all together.

let's not forget the before suho lloyd comes back and weeks passed by already lorasia, the people of the county, the engineers, the white calvary, alicia, solitas, cordius, orcs, elf, sees og lloyd act and well this is not the person the person that they allied and spent time with

ooff yeah, it's one thing in canon when lloyd just goes away and then comes back with a new face. here they would actually have to deal with the original guy and like. he sucks </3

i do wish we had more info about how much of the situation is public knowledge. we know a couple people know about the whole kim suho thing once he comes back but i don't know how much the fronteras would've told anyone about it beforehand. my guess would be nothing, because honestly it was none of their business lol but i guess in this au they would have to offer some kind of explanation. either they tell the truth or they pretend og lloyd has amnesia and that's why he's different of the way people expect him to be. either way i think it would be a very hard sell in either scenario. funny enough i think the lie is actually more believable in this case lol

again. not a great situation for anyone involved! which i think it's fantastic! maybe not to them but to me <3 which is the most important thing here <33

[tkachuksoralfixation]

mcmatt + clean for the fic prompt!

(Jamie you're a real one. You know exactly what i want to write thank you)

To say the very least, Matthew Tkachuk is the most stubborn person in the world that Connor has the pleasure of looking after.

He'd taken over for Brady when the off-season started officially, given the fact that Matthew fought long and hard to play through his pretty severe injuries. Even after a good chunk of the summer had passed, Matthew continued to push himself to do things he really shouldn't be straining to do.

It's just a part of who he is. It's something Connor isn't used to, not by a long shot, and he can't really grasp why Matthew longs to be so independent. He shrugs off Connor's offers to help him out of bed, or putting on his shirt, or letting him lean on his shoulder when he's been up and at it for a while. Matthew just doesn't accept little acts of help.

So, Connor decides to take it a step further. On a particularly hard day, Connor fills up the tub with soothing warm water and a healthy few handfuls of epsom salts. It takes a lot of effort to drag Matthew into the bathroom, but god, it's worth it to see the way he melts into the water once he's in.

For the first time in a good few months, Matthew looks relaxed. Maybe even content. The bags under his eyes look softer, like just relaxing for once fixed the lack of sleep he's been struggling with. The anxious crease between his eyebrows smoothes out. It feels like a massive victory.

With a smile, Connor reaches for a bottle of shampoo that looks expensive. It's some kind of specialty product, he realizes as he examines the bottle. Made special for curls and damaged hair. He's never particularly looked at Matthew's hair products before now, but the bottle is rather heavy, so it must be new.

Matthew flinches when Connor snaps the bottle open, bright blue eyes suddenly open wide. His face scrunches into a displeased scowl.

"I can bathe myself," Matthew insists, reaching his good hand up for the bottle. Connor doesn't hand it over.

"I know you can," Connor responds simply, "it's not about whether you're able to. Just let me take care of you for now, okay?"

He squeezes a small amount of shampoo on his hand, watching the confliction spread on Matthew's face. It's clear this isn't something he considered. Washing your hair is such a standard, normal process that you hardly even think about until you have a broken arm. Connor can't imagine how useless he would feel if he suddenly had to rely on someone else to do everything for him.

Honestly? It sounds like hell on earth.

And he gets it. Really, he does. This whole thing is a conflict of everything Matthew has brought himself to believe. He has to do things on his own, prove he can make it, prove he's good enough. He can't do that if he's having his every move attended to by his brother or his boyfriend. Still, though. It's nice to be cared for once in a while, isn't it?

"Fine," Matthew mumbles, lowering his head to let Connor saturate his hair with water. "I'm doing it myself next time, though."

"You got it," Connor says.

He massages his fingers into Matthew's scalp, gently detangling his curls and rubbing the shampoo in. It's slow and tedious, but he does it regardless. Matthew sighs and groans here and there, his eyes closed as he lets Connor do his thing. He repeats the process after rinsing, this time with conditioner, and then they rinse again. Matthew is like putty in his hands, melting into his touches and leaning into him when is hands stray from his scalp.

It's okay to ask for help, he wants to say. It's okay to need people sometimes. You're allowed. But he has the feeling that won't be received very well, so Connor says nothing. He just smiles at Matthew as the water drains, helps him step out of the tub, and leans in for a wet kiss.

"Thank you," Matthew mumbles into his lips as a towel is draped over his shoulders, "y'know, you'd be a great masseuse."

"And touch anybody else but you? No way," Connor retorts, slick as a duck, a cheeky grin adorning his cheeks. He earns a smack on the shoulder.

"I'd flirt with you more, but this brain fog that comes with whatever the hell they have me on is fucked," Matthew grumbles, clinging to Connor's waist. He lets Connor do the work of drying him off, including his sopping wet hair. It feels like he just won the Stanley Cup.

"No need. I know you love me," Connor smiles. He doesn't need to be told. Being allowed in his personal space, into his life so freely, is enough.

Matthew leans into him. He doesn't touch with heat, or desperation, or lust. He just leans, chin hooked over Connor's shoulder. He radiates warmth.

It feels like a win.

[ask-ursa-tonypeter]

[fic: double-blind AU] Ok let's say Pyrite!Peter succeeds in bringing in another Peter to help him. How would they deal with extremis!Tony? Would they still try to cure him?

[[🐻ursa interlude🐻

HONESTLY… I don't know haha! If I was going to write an actual fic it's something I'd have to iron out, because there are Big Issues in every direction pretty much.

Because, ignoring the potential of a cure: neither Peter would find it acceptable to think that SIM was still out there ready to just move onto the next Peter to snatch! They wouldn't even find it acceptable to think he was still playing god-emperor in his own universe. But Peter's not a killer, and how are they going to bring him to justice? Turn him over to the ???UN??? Bring him over to alt-Peter's world and put him on the Raft????

And then even assuming it's a version of the AU where P!Peter discovered the Spidey mask/its data on Extremis (which is the only way he would know about Tony's personality change to even consider a cure,) I think he and alt-Peter would…….. have to have a conversation about whether curing him under the circumstances would maybe be…… unreasonably cruel?

I think there would be some conflicted feelings over the ethics of "curing" him into what is a pure nightmare scenario, especially since he'd likely still be held accountable for his actions as SIM regardless. It would make P!Peter feel more secure to know that "SIM" didn't exist anymore, but also… fuckin' yikes, y'know?

(If I was going to actually write something for it it's the type of thing I would write around, haha. SIM gets a Disney villain death in the course of the struggle, SIM gets a "oh he DOES have a glimmer of an actual heart" death by sacrificing himself to protect the boys when something goes wrong, SIM's worldview is so shattered by all these Peters that hate him that he crawls off to join origiPete's body in his freezer, etc. etc.)]]

[chounaifu]

*hiding behind a blanket* Talk about Rika :)

Ask My Muse About Their Relationships // @monterraverde

The odor of mud and peat clings to his clothing; it permeates into everything, and it was difficult to wash away. East of Saffron, the marshes were vast, and he swore there were things that lived in the wilds. This was a place that Proton usually avoided due to superstition, but when Rika had accepted a job with Silph Co., she had purchased an old fixer-upper house in the marsh lands. It was ideal for her ground types, especially Bappy.

Hanging out on the deck, overlooking the landscape, he props his chin in his hand, slouching. Below him, the Clodsire wades through the mud, those blank eyes looking upwards-- gaping, not a single thought going on in that brain. It causes Proton to snort as he drops a piece a Poké Block for the mud fish to catch.

"Chiri-chan-- I think she might be the only one even MORE stubborn than me, and that's sayin' somethin', because I'm not an easy guy to convince," Proton speaks up, "but I like that about her, keeps me in line, but doesn't limit me-- even though there's some times where I THINK she worries a lil' TOO much. I get it though. I'm the same way. She's always running off on these dangerous adventures, and-- y'know, it worries me."

Admitting that isn't the best feeling in the world. Proton had always prided himself in being ruthless, vicious, uncaring. But as he and Rika had bonded over the year or so that they had known each other, he'd found a soft spot for the Paldean spitfire.

"Not like she's weak or nothin', nah. I know she could put ANYTHING that tries to hurt her on their ass. But I guess that's what ya do when ya care about someone," he admits, exhaling through his nostrils. It's troubling. For a moment, he spaces out, thinking back to Rika's latest conflict in Area Zero; it's not as if Proton could had done anything to help her in that predicament. Fragmentation Syndrome makes it difficult for him to put himself in harm's way these days, especially when certain technologies were involved.

-- He often worries that he's useless compared to her.

Bappy makes an 'ooo'ing sound, snapping Proton out of it.

"AH-- uh," leaning up, he drops another treat off of the deck for the Clodsire to eat.

"-- I like her way more than I ever planned on. Feels dangerous. Feels risky, especially with all of the eyes on our backs. And I ain't sure where all of this is gonna lead. Not like I think about the future all that much, 'cause I don't even know how long I'm gonna live with my sickness," Proton rolls his head to the side.

"So, I try not to think about it too much. Rika helps me with that. We both live in the moment," he grins a bit, focusing in on that. "Yeah. She's wild. I like her. She runs off on another adventure without me tho', I'm throwing a fit. I'm goin' on the next one."

[sortagaysortahigh]

congrats on 4.5K !!!! i would like to request list 2, number 10 with robin <333

THANK YOU BABY, changing this to "she's just annoying" instead of he's because im on a fluff roll, i was gonna make it angst then i said NO BITCH ROBIN NEEDS TO BE HAPPY <3

10: “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” “He’s just annoying” “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring”

Join the sleepover

Robin Buckley prided herself on being a pacifist, she didn't enjoy conflict-granted she could hold her own if need be. However she liked to avoid it, opting to either talk things out or just walk away while stating a sarcastic comment.

But then she'd met Y/n Y/l/n-the prettiest girl she'd ever seen-the worst part about it was that Y/n immediately fell into the popular crowd, it made sense, she was a bombshell and she was likeable-almost too likeable. Robin saw right through her facade, all of her fake smiles and laughs-they bothered the blonde. So when the two had been paired together for their art history project-which lasted over the next few months-she was irritated.

Y/n tried being nice to the girl, she tried her usual fake smile, she tried offering to give her rides home and to her job once they'd finished up in the library, she tried offering to do the bulk of the work-but she just didn't get why the pretty girl from band acted as if she hated her. When she confronted Robin about it, all the blonde had to say was 'we're not friends, so it shouldn't matter if I like you'. That's all it took for her nice facade to immediately drop-unleashing Y/n's inner bitch.

She was beyond petty, starting arguments with Robin anytime they had to work together, opting to do exactly half of the work, even if that meant stopping right in the middle of an important part-meaning that Robin had to pause her work to go back and read through Y/n's source material just to finish the ending of a singular paragraph. She started showing up a few minutes late to their meetings, never more than six minutes-but she knew Robin couldn't stand it when she was late.

But honestly Y/n enjoyed seeing Robin irritated, the blonde was so pretty, she was funny, she was a great musician, she was incredibly smart-speaking four languages and opting to learn Russian, and when she'd get even the slightest bit pissed off she'd blush a rosy red-her freckles popping slightly as she avoided Y/n's stare. Something else she found cute-the way Robin refused to hold eye contact for more than fifteen seconds.

If only the dirty blonde knew that the real reason Y/n annoyed her was because she'd hurt her feelings. Y/n was almost positive that Robin liked girls the same way that she liked girls, she was trying to get the courage to ask her on a date until Robin had to go ahead and ruin that-leaving Y/n's feelings unrequited and letting out her bitchier side. It was so obvious to Y/n that Robin was gay-from the way she dressed to the way she walked and talked-maybe that was because Y/n was gay that she could tell, but regardless she'd still harbored a crush on her.

Today Robin missed their project session, so Y/n opted to show up to her job, walking through the front glass doors and earning a once over from Steve Harrington-she only knew who he was because he'd been a raging douchebag prior to his heartbreak with some girl last year. She rolled her eyes, stalking up to the counter. "Where's Buckley?"

He raised a brow "and you are?" she rolled her eyes again "Y/n. Y'know the girl she has to do a project with, I'd really prefer if the princess would actually show up instead of ditching me-or y'know let me know she couldn't make it" he slowly nodded-glancing over his shoulder for a second-then down at the ground-which only made y/n's brows knit together.

"Yeah uh-she's not here. Dunno-have you tried her house?" she blinked a few times "I don't even know where she lives Harrington. and I know for a fact she works on Tuesdays-considering she never lets me give her a ride here-insisting on being a stubborn bitch"

They both heard the scoff, which led to Y/n smirking as she leaned over the counter-glancing down-spotting Robin who was clearly hiding. "You're shitting me right Buckley? hiding? what the hell am I-your childhood bully?" she scoffed again as she stood up. "No you're just the bitch I have to do a project with"

Y/n smiled at that, her eyes raking over Robin's figure-and in the moment Steve knew the exact issue at hand-he knew the look she gave Robin-he'd given several girls that look in the past. “Why do you guys hate each other so much?” Y/n shrugged "She's just annoying, and for some reason the most insufferably stubborn person I've ever met who's had something against me for who knows how long" he slowly nodded while glancing at Robin.

The blonde mumbled “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring-she's boring and such a high school Queen B stereotype" Y/n smirked, raising her brows "so you think I'm pretty? Is that why you can never look me in the eye for too long? And why you opt to shove me away when I've literally done jack shit to you" Robin scoffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Just cause you're pretty doesn't mean everyone's gonna fall for your nice girl facade" Y/n blinked a few times "Just because I know how to play the hand I was dealt-doesn't mean I'm some fake bitch plotting on your downfall Buckley-I just wanted to be your friend. Is that hard enough to believe!" Robin rolled her eyes

"Girls like you and girls like me aren't friends, I'm pretty sure your 'friends' used to bully mine" Y/n clenched her jaw, glancing over at Steve "coming from the one who's besties with this ex-douchebag? No offense Harrington, heard your character developments been great" he slowly nodded his head "yeah-y'know Y/n I've never really heard anything bad about you" she slowly nodded her head "that's cause I'm not a bitch, I might force a few smiles to make everyone happy, but I've never been a bitch-and prior to contrary belief I'm not friends with any bullies, if anything I'd say I'm a cunt to most of them." with that she glanced back at Robin who was now shaking her head-rolling her eyes.

"God you're so annoying!" she nodded her head "yeah, I've gathered you think I'm annoying Buckley-something about being too damn pretty? and boring? like a high school queen b stereotype?"

Steve watched the entire interaction roll out, eyes glancing back and forth between the two, and he was so lost as to how neither of them noticed the evident tension there, so he decided to butt in "can you two just kiss and make up now" Robin's eyes widened-glancing at Steve-her jaw dropping before she looked back at Y/n. "He didn't mean anything by that-i uh-he uh-" Y/n slowly nodded her head.

Then she leaned over the counter again, grasping Robin's green uniform vest before pulling her forward and pressing her glossy lips against Robin's. Robin thought she was gonna faint on the spot-she never got the girl, to the point that she pushed the girls she was into away-and now here she was, getting kissed by the prettiest girl at Hawkins High.

Then Y/n, let her go, pulling back "so I'll see you tomorrow at three? in our usual spot? Then I'll take you on a date to Enzo's-and I'm paying kay." She wasn't asking Robin-she was telling her, which led to the blonde just nodding her head-a look of shock still on her face.

Y/n reached over, her fingers gently grazing Robin's chin-slightly pushing it upwards-closing her mouth. "And for the record Buckley-I've had a thing for you for a while-you just talk too much"