#but hell be So grumpy/petty the whole time

[coffeehelly]

something i like about saiki k is that it allows its characters to be genuinely flawed while still being Good People

[withleeknow]

hi lovely!! first off congrats on 1k that's so so awesome and you deserve all that + more truly :( your writing is so tender and so lovey

i would to join in on your little drabble event!!! could you do something for hanji and the song compass by the neighbourhood? that song reminds me of him so so much so i hope you get the vision!! thank you angel and have a beautiful day!! ✮⋆˙

compass.

pairing: producer!jisung x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao word count: 1.4k

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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you're always there to help me when i'm down i'm lucky you've been keeping me around you're the star i look for every night when it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

compass - the neighbourhood

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the sound of jisung's verbalized frustration draws your attention to his desk and setup in the middle of room, where he's been sitting for the better part of two hours, hunched over the equipment like he often does when he's in the studio.

it's written all over his face just how upset he is that this particular piece he's working on isn't flowing right. the deep furrow between his eyebrows communicates utter displeasure. the clench of his jaw tells you he's angry, and that he's angry at himself for not being able to work through his block.

you abandon your comfortable spot on the couch in favor of pattering over to his side where he's all tensed up like an aggrieved hamster whose body can't contain the annoyance he feels. jisung can be short-tempered sometimes, but you know how to handle him in moments like this.

sliding a hand over his back, you say, "take a little break with me."

he huffs out a breath, eyes still focused on his laptop screen. "i can't afford a break. chan hyung expects this to be done in two days."

"so it's in two whole days. you can leave it for fifteen minutes, it won't kill you."

"but i still have to rework the first verse and figure out what in the fucking hell this second verse is-"

"han jisung," you scold him lightly, to which he instantly shuts up and peers up at you with his big eyes, immediately apologetic when he recognizes his harsh language.

"sorry," he mumbles, "i'm just stressed."

"which is why you need a break. you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here and trying to make your laptop explode with your eyes."

he lets out a pathetic-sounding mewl but he follows you to the couch regardless. jisung knows you're right because you always are. you're the more level headed between the two of you, whereas he's the one who lets his emotions get the better of him sometimes.

before, he would often succumb to his negative feelings. it's hard to keep his cool when nothing seems to go right and there's a deadline on his ass. he'd get so frustrated with his work that sometimes, he would delete whole tracks off his drive only to instantly regret it and spiral even more. he'd take it out on the people around him with his grumpy attitude and misplaced pettiness.

when jisung is overwhelmed, he tends to spin out in all directions. he splinters and drowns in a sea of his own making, constantly being pushed away further and further from shore because he doesn't know how to anchor himself, how to hold on so he wouldn't drift far away. his solution to soothe his anger has always been to give into it, to rip whole pages from notebooks and lock himself in his studio for hours on end until he could plow through the stubborn creative block. it'd often leave him exhausted - emotionally and physically so - and in no better state than he started out with.

jisung accepted this a long time ago - that his way of dealing with his emotions wasn't very healthy, but it was the only way he knew.

that is, until you popped into his world and taught him that people can be lifelines too. falling upon him like a wish that he never realized he was making his whole life.

"what's the matter, baby?" you ask, prompting him to air out his grievances as he lays his head on your chest while you card your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into you instantly, a long sigh escaping his pouty lips. jisung's got a lot of pride, and he would rather die before admitting to anyone that he loves to be babied by you behind closed doors.

he knows the question is just your way of getting him to verbalize all of his pent-up frustration, and not because you're eager to help him traipse through his mind palace and solve whatever dilemma he's having with the track. let's be honest, you never really have a clue what he's talking about, but it helps that you're keen on listening to him even though you can't offer him any valuable insight. more than you could ever know, it does wonders for jisung, just being able to untangle his thoughts and release the mess in his mind.

he could simply just talk to chan, sure, or any of his other friends who work in the industry. but again, his pride is an awful thing sometimes.

you never make him feel like he has prove himself to earn your love and attention, though. around you, jisung feels enough as he is. there's never been any need to toughen up in your presence.

"i just... i can't work with this track. nothing is flowing right. i hate everything i come up with." he rambles on about the things that plague his mind; topline this and beats that - they're really just words to you. you weren't blessed with the same genius in music that jisung was, so you just listen until he's done, until he concludes his tangent with a groan as he nuzzles further into the comfort of your warmth.

"you said that the last time, you know?"

"said what?"

"that everything sucks and you hate it."

"because everything sucks," he whines again, his eyebrows knitted together as he adorns a petulant pout. "and i hate it."

as you play with his fluffy hair, you feel him lean into your touch like it's the very thing that will bring him clarity. in a way, it does. your gentle touch may not give him the answer he needs, but it quiets the static in his mind, drowns out the continuous buzzing that muddles his brain.

"you're too hard on yourself," you say, to which jisung just huffs out a breath in disagreement. "i'm serious. you say this every time but it all still works out in the end. you're so smart, and talented. you shouldn't forget that."

his frown only deepens in response to your words. he knows you're right; things have always turned out fine before. trust the process and all that shit, but he's hot-headed and impatient sometimes, and he doesn't want to endure the stress that often comes with the process. he just wants to get to the finish line.

then, you continue, "remember 13?"

"what about 13?"

"you didn't like it at first either. you were so dramatic about it. but you sucked it up and finished it anyway. you made a hit and nobody could stop talking it. i believe in you. you just need to believe in yourself too."

in complete silence except for the sound of your steady heartbeat in his ears, jisung keeps laying on top of you like a weighted blanket, soaking up your words as a flower would in warm sunlight. of course he remembers 13 and the day he let you listen to the song for the first time. you'd nearly burst into tears in the middle of this studio, pressing kisses all over his face while you gushed over how proud you were of him.

"damn you," he mutters after a while. "why do you have to be so rational?"

"someone's gotta be. if i wasn't here, you probably would've ripped all your hair out, set your keyboard on fire and ran off into the woods."

he shoots up instantly, propping himself on two elbows as he glares at you even though you've got a valid point. it's not that far-fetched of a scenario.

"what?" you tilt your head with a coy smile. "am i wrong?"

jisung stares at you for a quick minute, and it's that very smile you're wearing that mitigates his frustrations and dulls his urge to sabotage his work out of self-inflicted anger. he says nothing at all, just leans down quickly to give you a kiss full of appreciation, despite the way there was a frown tugging on his eyebrows only seconds prior.

"you good now?" you ask, the words coming out a little muffled against his mouth.

if it's with you, then he is. you're the anchor that helps him part his stormy seas. you're the compass that always guides him home. he really doesn't know where he'd be without you, or how he'd manage in times like these if you're not by his side to ground him.

"always good with you around."

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Ok I need your hcs on what each of the moon boys do to annoy Khonshu. Like do intentionally to be petty.

WHEEZING! (Also I'm so sorry this took so long! <3)

Rating: PG  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? • ko-fi •

Warnings: swearing

Steven

Has a personal vendetta against Khonshu for scaring the hell out of him, so regularly does everything he can to be a little shit at any opportunity. 

Talks, a lot. Constant talking, constant questions, purposefully not even listening to the answers and just talking over him with even more questions. 

Tells Khonshu his knowledge of ancient Egypt is wrong (Steven knows it isn’t, but he enjoys how mad Khonshu gets). Also tells him his pronunciation of hieroglyphics needs work.

Will loudly sigh and declare that “the moon looks like shit today.”

Marc

Threatens him with Steven. All. The Time. 

“If you don’t start being reasonable I’ll get Steven.” 

Or just straight up peaces out and lets Steven deal with him. 

Once he realises that Jake doesn’t like Khonshu pissing him off either, he threatens him with Jake too.

Will also repeat whatever Khonshu says as a question as if he doesn’t understand him. (He does.) It always takes Khonshu a minute to realise Marc is messing with him. 

“Marc Spector, I need you to-” “Or what, you’ll make Layla your avatar?” Khonshu: -.-*

Jake

Ignores him.

Literally no reaction.

Khonshu could cause a solar eclipse and Jake doesn’t bat an eye.

Doesn’t flinch when Khonshu’s loud.

Doesn’t look up when he does that breeze thing. 

Just carries on about his day as if the god wasn’t talking. 

There are a couple of things that cause Jake to react that way, either it’s Jake’s day off/lunch break (he literally marks the dates and times on a calendar just for Khonshu and taps it if he bothers him during that time once. Then it’s straight up ignore town.) 

“Jake Lockey, I have a task for you.” 

Jake points to the calendar which has ‘Jake annual leave’ written on it in red pen. 

OR Khonshu’s annoyed him (or more likely Marc or Steven, or both.) He will not talk to Khonshu until the god apologies to all the offended parties. 

Khonshu once did the whole, ‘I have lived for millennia, you think I can’t wait out you ignoring me?’ to Jake, who was reading the newspaper. Jake promptly looked up once, slowly, to look straight at Khonshu and then went back to reading. When Jake was still ignoring him the next day Khonsu appologised in a very grumpy god way.

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[crossdressingdeath]

Sera: I got caught stealing when I was little, yeah? You get alienage or worse for that, but the "Lady Emmald" took me in. She was sick and couldn't have children. I had no parents. It worked out. Anyway, she gets a year sicker, so I ask about her cookies. Because mums make cookies. I can pass that down, or something. Turns out, she couldn't cook. She missed that talk with her mum. The ones she "made" she bought and pretended. Aw, right? Well, no, she was a bitch. She hid buying them by keeping me away from the baker. She did that by lying that he didn't like me, didn't like elves. She let me hate so she could protect her pride. I hated him so much, and I hated... Well, she died, and I hate pride. "Pride cookies."

I wish Sera's story had actually... y'know, done something with this. Show her working through her shit and improving as a person! Hell, even have her acknowledge that this little plan only worked because so many people hate elves that "the baker hates elves" wasn't worth questioning. But instead this is the only time anything about this comes up. And I won't lie, the petty, grumpy part of me does wonder if that's because the rest of her backstory (the street kid taken in by a kindly noblewoman who caught her stealing and instead of turning her in to the guards raised her as her own and left her a fortune in her will only for it to be stolen from her by the government because she was an elf) doesn't fit the whole Robin Hood schtick the game keeps trying to pretend she has. They could've focused on that, the fact that even being a noblewoman with a good-sized fortune wasn't enough to protect Sera from anti-elf prejudice! But that would've required her writing acknowledging that elves are the epitome of "little people" in Thedas and DAI does not like elves one bit, so of course it doesn't do that.

And I won't lie, this backstory is like... okay, it's not that it's not sad, but in comparison to the wide array of horrors that everyone else has going on it feels... kind of boring? The noblewoman who took her in, raised her as her own and left her a fortune lied about a random baker hating elves (with zero mention that she ever did anything else so much as unkind to Sera). That's unfortunate. Cole's currently terrified about being controlled by Corypheus, Solas's friend has been captured and tortured because it doesn't count as a person to most people, Josie has assassins after her for trying to keep her family from destitution, the love of Vivienne's life is dying, Leliana is facing the fallout of her dear friend's death and those are just the companion quests that I currently have active. I've already dealt with the reveal that Dorian's father nearly tried magical conversion therapy on him that might have left him a vegetable and only didn't because he left first, Bull having to choose between the religion he's served his whole life and his family in the Chargers, and Cassandra learning that the leader she respected and looked up to was infecting Seekers with red lyrium and that she was made Tranquil as an initiation rite. I haven't even started Blackwall having to face up to the crimes of his past because he finds he can't run from them anymore. Basically Sera's thing could've been a big meaningful backstory... if it wasn't for how completely overshadowed it is by everyone else's shit and how Bioware does literally nothing with it.

[giggly-squiggily]

i really want to see more lee!L and ler!Light honestly for death note. it's hella adorable.

Aww! Thank you so much! 🥰🥰🥰 I definitely would love to do more; L is one of my everlasting love characters- the first one to really make me go “That’s him- that’s my guy!” So I definitely wanna write more of him and the others!

I’ve just had caffeine and feel good: I shall now share some Lee!L headcanons! :3 (below the cut for length and potential spoilers)

Light found out L was ticklish from Watari. The detective was so far gone exhaustion wise he nearly fell out of his chair- the older man had grabbed onto him to steady him and they got a sleepy “hehe, that tihickles.”

He doesn’t use it all the time- Light knows it’s ridiculously childish and the last thing they need during the Kira investigation: but when it’s late into the night and he’s desperate for anything beyond data and research, he’ll start tickling L into breaks and eventually sleep.

L is the definition of a brat when tickled: he’s self-proclaimed “childish and hates losing”- and in a way, being tickled is like losing. He gets all pouty about it much to Light’s amusement.

L is also very petty; big on “an eye for an eye”- even if it’s tickling. Only issue is L is completely defenseless when tickled; so he gets maybe- what, one tickle in before he’s fighting like an ally cat trying to wiggle away from Light’s vengeful fingers. He never gets too far- both cause of the chains and because he kinda likes it?

The most infectious laughter EVER. His giggle fits are smile inducing and endearing as all hell. Even the most grumpy of people will warm up to it: it’s that funny and cute sounding.

I kinda love the idea of L being loud as hell when tickled? He‘s got such a soft monotone voice but when he’s laughing he’s so boisterous and shrieky; the only time you’ll ever really hear him shout really.

His ribs are very ticklish, though his feet are absolutely his worst spot. Problem with that though is if you tickle him there he will kick you in the face. Light once tried it and came in with a broken nose. His stomach and knees are good giggle spots though!

I also like the idea of his back being ticklish? Not so much that he’ll arch and scream but more the kind of ticklish where it feels good. It’s likely one of the few things that’ll get him to rest; especially if your his S/O.

Hates his neck being tickled- he will bite your fingers off. I’m not kidding- Matsuba once tried it and he ended up needing several bandaids while L got the whole “You can’t bite people, Ryusaki” lecture from Watari.

If you bring him cake after tickling him, or any sweet for that matter, L will forgive you. He’ll still be pouting around said sweet- but he’ll forgive you.

That’s all I have for now! Thanks for asking :3

[byeoltoyuki]

↳ Pairing: Changbin x You

❧ Genre : Fluff / rommates to lovers

❧ Words : +3k

“This can’t get any worse, can it?” “Sure it can - just give me a minute.”

Whoever said that going on a trip in the middle of the winter in mountains was a mind-blowing experience had it all wrong. Of course, when you saw pictures of mountains covered in snow, beautiful, blue, clear sky, you found it extremely pretty and appealing, therefore when your amazing (right in that moment you hated them) friends suggested to have a week in a wooden cottage you said yes without thinking twice. Better yet, when your hot, adorably annoying roommate for who you harbored a tiny (ridiculously big) crush said he would come, you were beyond yourself.

That of course didn’t last.

By the time all of you reached the cottage, after six long hours of driving, you realized that this little holiday could turn into a mess. It wasn’t that you didn’t love your friends or that you were scared of spending so much time with them, but some of them brought plus one which shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did. But honestly, who could blame you when some of them were pretty girls and that your crush happened to notice it too.

“Damn she’s hot.” Changbin commented the moment he stepped out of the car and was greeted by a pretty brunette who came out of the cottage, smiling at him.

It was definitely not your fault that after six hours of car, this tiny, almost innocent comment drove you mad. It resulted in you scoffing loudly, attracting very unwanted attention on you. Both Changbin and the said pretty brunette looked at you with quirked brow. If the brunette (she did say her name but you didn’t bother to remember, yes, you were that petty) thought it was rude, she didn’t comment. Changbin, on the other hand, nudged you playfully. Sadly for you, the dude didn’t know his own strength which resulted in you almost losing your balance and falling face first.

“The hell, Changbin!” You whined

“Why so cranky, old woman?” He joked, unbothered and then turned back to look at the brunette. “Please ignore her. She’s old, she needs a moment to recover.”

“Asshole.” You cursed under your breath. That was it, you were so going to ignore his existence for the rest of this trip.

You lied, obviously. Your attempt at being petty and grumpy lasted approximately ten minutes, just the time to get to your room and realize in pain that there were two beds which meant that you had to share the room with someone else. Hopefully with one of your friend. Better yet, with Changbin.

Karma had a name. It was Mina, the pretty brunette and your new roommate. No, really, what kind of luck was that? You wanted to scream your frustration, instead, you ruffled your hair. Much less noise and still as dramatic.

Mina watched you in silence for a short moment, maybe trying to decide if you were some crazy woman or just someone who was having a mental breakdown. It was both, but she didn’t need to know that either.

She cleared her throat to grab your attention. “So,”

You were thankful, you weren’t facing her, like that she couldn’t see your wince. Obviously, you had to make small talk. You took a deep breath, put on your best smile and turned to face her. “About earlier, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound rude. Just got tired, I guess.”

Luckily for you, one of your (not so useful) talent was that you could control your face, your voice and play pretend without being caught. Well, minus Changbin who somehow always saw through you which shouldn’t be allowed.

At your words, Mina beamed, genuinely happy. Apparently, she wasn’t that bad which meant you were the bad guy here.

“It’s okay. No offense taken.” Then she looked at your bag, surprised with how little you had taken with you. “Is this all you have with you?”

You looked down at your bag, genuinely confused. “Yeah? I mean, we’re staying only a week.”

She chuckled at that and pointed at her suitcase near her bed. “I had to bring a whole suitcase. I mean, we never know what we might need.”

You blinked, once, twice. “Oh. Guess I’m practical?”

“Definitely more organized than me.”

**

By the time you all gathered in the main hall, it was already past nine in the evening. You had to admit that this place was amazing; it was big and accommodated easily the ten of you and leaving room for more. The main hall, despite being huge, felt cozy with its fireplace in the center, two big coaches, two armchairs and a big table.

The fire was burning brightly, warming the place and giving an atmosphere worth of a good Christmas movie. You sat in the armchair the closest to the fire, enjoying its warmth along with your glass of wine. It didn’t take long to all of you to start drinking, playing games and enjoying your time together. It felt nice, you could almost relax. But just almost.

You didn’t want to be that annoying friend that would get all grumpy in the corner of the room and you tried really hard to control your feelings, to control your face but the more you drank the harder it got. You couldn’t help but feel bitter as you watched from your place Changbin laughing with Mina. It was his right to get all comfortable with a girl, you were just roommates and friends. It wasn’t like you didn’t know about the girls he saw, you were very aware of his late night activities but you didn’t need to face them, to see it happen before your eyes.

Mina, apparently, wasn’t that indifferent to him either. She was smiling brightly, laughing at his jokes, not minding how loud he got. But your breaking point was when she put her hand on his strong arm - you saw red. You had to get out of there as fast as you could before you would betray how you truly felt, before you started something you could potentially regret later.

Without a word, you put your glass back on the table and left. You didn’t look back. You didn’t see how Changbin glanced your way, a deep frown on his face. You didn’t see him gently reject Mina’s touch. No, all you needed was some fresh air and clear your mind.

***

Maybe going outside in the middle of the night while it was snowing wasn’t your brightest idea. No, you could add it was even a catastrophic idea but at the moment it felt right. Now, to add to the list of the brightest (dumbest) thing you had ever done, you chose to go outside without your scarf and your beanie - clearly, you had a death wish.

You walked without thinking, without really checking your surroundings. All you cared about was how you felt and frankly the cold air and the falling snow did help to ease the burning sensation inside you. You weren’t feeling as dizzy as when you were inside the cottage watching your crush with another girl. You could almost say that your jealousy had vanished. Almost.

“Stupid Changbin.” You cursed as you walked. It was easy to blame someone who wasn’t at fault. You knew it was stupid of you but it didn’t make things better. “Stupid me.”

You sighed in defeat. No matter how much you appreciated your time alone, you had to go back and face reality. You came to this place to have fun and not to brood around.

There was no way of telling how long you stayed outside. Lost in your thoughts, you lost track of time and your way at the same time. And as the realizing of your situation had finally dawned on you, you groaned in despair at your own stupidity. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You spun around yourself trying to find your footsteps in hope to find your way back except the snow had covered it. You were doomed. Completely, utterly doomed.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to regain composure. Panicking was pointless, you had to keep your head up and think of a way to get back to the cottage. You tried to see if there was any light that could indicate the way - there was none. You walked around but still no cottage in sight.

“I’m fucked.”

To add to the falling snow, the wind was getting stronger and so much colder. Quickly, you realized that it was getting dangerous for you to stay outside.

“Y/N?” A familiar and warm voice came from the woods.

Your heart missed a beat in both hope and happiness. He had come for you, you were saved. “I’m here!”

“Oh thank god!” The moment Changbin saw you, his face relaxed in relief. Without hesitation, you ran, jumping in his opened arms. Not only you were cold but you were also terrified of what could have happened if he hadn’t found you. He caught you easily and wrapped his strong arms around your body.

“You’re okay?” He asked, patting your head.

You sniffed and unwillingly let go of him. “Yeah. Just freezing.”

“Good.” He said and then the frown was back. He put his arms on your shoulders and squeezed - not hard enough to actually hurt, but enough to make his point. “What the hell were you thinking?! Do you know how dangerous it is by night? What if I haven’t found you?”

Now that he put it like that, your idea of having a moment for yourself was indeed very bad and stupid. A tiny part of you wanted to protest, to defend yourself but one look at Changbin’s face was enough to stop you from saying anything other than “I’m sorry.”

He huffed in return. “You better be.”

Changbin eyed you from head to toe and clicked his tongue in disapproval. Without a word, he put his own beanie on your head and wrapped his scarf around your neck.

“Come on. Let’s go back.” He took your hand and led the way.

**

Maybe thinking that Changbin was the perfect knight in shining armor was a mistake on your part. While you were so happy seeing him, you forgot a tiny detail: Changbin was not the kind of guy who thought things through.

You walked for what felt like an eternity and still no sight of the cottage. You didn’t want to make any comment in case Changbin would snap at you and remind you that this whole disaster was of your own making, but you were getting worried all over again.

“Changbin?” You tried, your voice coming out weaker than planned. You cleared your throat. “Are you sure you know the way back?”

“Of course.” He answered too quickly for your liking and didn’t look back at you.

You wished his answer was comforting but it wasn’t. After five more minutes of walking in the darkness, you finally tug on his hand and made him stop.

“Let’s be honest: we’re lost.” You stated the obvious.

“No, we’re not.”

“Changbin, we’ve been walking for a while and no cottage. We’re lost.”

“Fine!” He groaned, defeated. “Yes, we are. But I’m trying to find the way back. Once again, why the hell did you need to leave?”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” You dared being sarcastic when really, it was entirely your fault.

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m sorry! But you’re no better! Talking about a savior.” You muttered the last part.

It wasn’t your intention to snap at him but Changbin knew how to push all your buttons.

“Say that again.”

There was definitely something wrong with you. Instead of feeling intimidated as he definitely intended, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that angry Changbin was hot. You shook your head, scolding yourself silently.

“Nope. You heard me the first time.” You finally said but stubbornly looked him in the eyes, daring him to call you out again.

Changbin ruffled his hair in frustration. “You’re driving me crazy and not in a good way.”

You shrugged (even if his comment brought some unholy images to your mind). “What can I say? I’m charming!”

**

If your first day on this vacation was already that bad, you couldn’t imagine what the rest would look like. You walked in silence some more, both freezing. Luckily for the two of you, you came upon a place that could, hopefully, save your life. It wasn’t your cottage but it looked like an abandoned cabin. It was small and a tad gloomy but at least it would protect you from the snow and the wind.

There wasn’t much inside, not to say there was absolutely nothing, but at least it had a roof and walls and enough space to make fire without burning the whole place. Changbin surprised you with how easily, and despite the darkness outside, he gathered the woods and made a small fire. It wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it helped to warm your frozen muscles.

After your little fight, the tension got so thick you could cut it with a knife. You, too stubborn and petty, while Changbin preferred to keep to himself until he calmed down. It didn’t last. The moment Changbin noticed how you kept shivering despite the fire, his resolution to ignore you crumbled.

“Come here.” He sighed and patted the spot next to him.

You knew, at least the rational part of you, that it was a good idea but the stubborn you refused to give in so easily after his accusations.

“Y/N, I swear to god,” Changbin’s patience was running thin. Usually, he would indulge you, but he was tired and cold – he was ready to snap at you. “Stop being so damn stubborn and come here.”

A ‘fuck you’ was on the tip of your tongue but you restrained yourself on time.

“Fine.” You accepted just because the spot beside him looked warmer than yours. You crawled as quickly as you could but Changbin got you by surprise. Instead of letting you sit beside him, he pulled you right between his legs. “What-“

You found yourself trapped in his arms, between his legs. Your back pressed against his chest, Changbin pulled his coat over your bodies. You couldn’t tell whether the sudden warmth was coming from the fire or the fact that you were pressed so hard against him.

“Better?” He hummed against your head.

For your body? Definitely. For your heart? Not so much. Scared that your voice would betray you, you chose not to answer and instead simply nodded your head and pressed yourself a little further against him.

“Good.” Changbin rested his head in the crook of your neck, nudging it gently with his nose. His warm breath fanning over your skin – you wanted, desperately, to feel his lips on your skin. There was no way you could survive spending the night in his arms. “This can’t get any worse, can it?”

You snorted at that. “Sure it can – just give me a minute.”

“Please, don’t.” And with that his hold on you tightened as if it could stop you from summoning another disaster.

“Now that you’re trapped – Mind to tell me what got you so pissed, you had to leave in the middle of a storm?”

The safest thing to do would be to get out of his arms (as if you were strong enough) and ignore his question. But truth to be told, it felt way too nice to be in his arms. In his arms, you could be delusional for a moment and pretend that he wasn’t just your roommate, that he wasn’t just your crush, but something more.

“Y/N…” You shuddered at the way he called your name. Dark with a hint of a warning. His lips were dangerously close to your ear, you could almost feel his teeth on your earlobe.

“It’s-it’s nothing.” You stuttered and you cursed yourself for being so affected with Changbin’s presence.

If you thought the cold would be the death of you, you were wrong. Changbin would.

“Nothing?” He repeated, not buying your little lie.

Changbin knew exactly what was wrong with you. He had known it for a while. It wasn’t his intention to trick you and make you believe that he was just a friend and nothing more but he had to admit that driving you crazy was a tad amusing and he couldn’t resist. Until tonight at least. The little game could have turned into a real disaster – he regretted it the moment you left the safety of the cottage.

“I think you don’t like Mina that much.” Changbin finally said. It was game over. “I think, you left because you saw her touching me.”

He placed a kiss right bellow your ear which gave you goosebumps all over your body – you completely froze in his arms, unable to breath, unable to think.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“Changbin-“

“But also, incredibly dumb for putting yourself in such a dangerous situation.”

“And the moment is ruined.” You groaned and tried to free yourself from his arm. For a second, he let you believe that you had the upper hand by letting you stand up. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you right on top of him. You were ready to protest, to curse him for being such a little shit, but your words died on the tip of your tongue as you realized that one, you were straddling his thighs and two he was hard.

“Why the hell are you hard?” You couldn’t stop yourself from commenting.

Changbin was torn between the wish to laugh at your comment or groan – and they said he was the slow one. “Why? Because, believe it or not, I’ve been dying to fuck your brain out.”

A part of you had heard him, loud and clear, however you couldn’t believe it. Changbin had never showed any sign of interest in you, right?

“Ha ha, very funny.” You averted your eyes from his face, unable to look at him without actually imagining what he could do to you. If only it wasn’t a joke.

Changbin groaned at your reaction. Before you could even think about pulling out of his laps, he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him. “You’re such a dummy.” And just like that he pressed his lips against yours. A kiss that took you completely off guard. In fact, you couldn’t believe it was happening. It was soft, gentle but so sweet.

“What-“ You tried to find your words but Changbin shut you up with another peck as if he had found the perfect way to shut you up and to make you speechless.

You blinked, realizing that he was half playing with you half teasing you. “Changbin!” Another peck. “Can you-“ and another. You groaned and threw your arms in the air in despair before grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer to you, crashing your lips against his for a much stronger and needier kiss.

Changbin’s hands went to the curve of your ass, giving it a strong squeeze that made you groan into the kiss, made you press yourself harder against him.

Overwhelmed, you broke the kiss, only to press your forehead against his. You closed your eyes to fully enjoy the moment. You were in his arms, kissing him. Maybe those holidays were a benediction.

“So,” Changbin started, “Are you going to admit that you were jealous?”

“Fine! Yes, I was. Happy?”

“Yes. Can we date now?”

[frazzledsoul]

So whenever people used to say Gilmore Girls was their "comfort show", I never quite got it.

There have been so many situations on the show that have seemed cribbed so heavily from my life that I had a lot of trouble enjoying see them play out on the show. They culminated in painful incidents that I didn't want to experience twice. I've also fought the narrative on many occasions, because what ASP wanted me to think wasn't what I believed. I didn't believe that characters I liked more had to be hurt so Lorelai and Rory could feel better about themselves. I found very little comfort in that, and I've rage quit the show a couple of times in response, only to come crawling back. I don't find a great deal of the show to be a panacea for what bothers me about the modern world.

However, I think there is a period when it doesn't feel so dark, and that's season 2. I feel Stars Hollow is more defined as an actual community by this point, and Jess shakes up the show in just the right way, and most of the drama he causes is petty AF and not something that's uncomfortable to watch. Jess and Rory are adorable, Luke and Lorelai are adorable, and Luke somehow gets even more sexily grumpy when he has actual family members to bounce off of. I don't love the way that drama culminates in Jess leaving town, but I feel no one's relationship is seriously damaged as a result of that drama (which it seems to be after S3).

But you know what I don't love? The goddamn Christopher drama. It's not as if it wasn't bad enough to have to hear Lorelai tell Rory that Christopher is going to come and go as he pleases and they just have to put up with it because they have no option with him other than to be doormats. But we see so much bad behavior in this dynamic that ASP praises during S2, from Lorelai throwing herself at Christopher the (1) time he does something remotely paternal, to her deciding that she's been waiting for him to change for twenty years the minute he finds someone else who asks him to (maybe if you hadn't been such a doormat in the first place, Lorelai, things could have worked out, but let's be honest: you didn't want him until someone else had him) to her calling Christopher for help because Luke rejects her raging at Jess as the final word in the situation to my absolute favorite part, the denouement, where Lorelai decides it's okay to fuck Christopher because he's fighting with Sherry and we have to watch her giggling over it with Sookie (WTF) and then parading Christopher all over town as her shiny new boyfriend and telling everyone she knows about her burgeoning relationship before Christopher has even broken up with his last girlfriend....and then ASP wants me to feel sorry for her when Christopher finds out Sherry is pregnant and decides he can't leave. Gross, gross, gross. Ick, ick, ick. And yeah, I don't feel one ounce of sympathy for Lorelai in that situation. She got what she deserved. And I hate that it's juxtaposed with Rory and Jess's first kiss, not only because that starts a pattern of behavior of Rory's infidelity, of her treating Jess shabbily because she can't let go of her other relationships, of Rory and Lorelai cheating at the same time. It shouldn't have been like that for them and it's disgusting that it was. I don't find comfort in any of that at all. I think that's why I can't really pinpoint any episode this season as my favorite, because the Christopher drama overshadows so much of it.

Before we got there, though? It was pretty cozy. Maybe the real reason I can't pinpoint a favorite is because so much of that coziness is a continuum, not confined to any one episode, and I enjoy the whole of it, before it all goes to hell.

[lyrakarma]

Relationship fun facts: ❤️Jake X Lyra💛

1. Lyra met Jake when she accidentally missed her bus going home when it was pouring down rain. Having cat like tendencies, Lyra hates being caught in downpours. He was the only one willing to take her to her home city (she worked in one city but lived in another at the time) and she paid him handsomely for it. Also brought him extra towels for getting the backseat of his taxi wet.

2. Hated the silence so kinda talked his ear off that first ride. He tried to keep up looking grumpy and a hard ass but it was HARD. She was cute, funny, outgoing...basically everything Jake Lockley wasn't. But oddly he kinda liked it. And then he spotted the cheetah in his backseat and knew he was a goner (thinking "Dios mio, she's like me" o.o)

3. After about the third or fourth ride, they kept looking for each other. Neither will admit this to one another but they'd tell anyone who asked, thinking nothing of it. It was just business...right?

4. Khonshu was NOT happy about learning that Jake was essentially doing favors for his ex's avatar. Mafdet was at first not happy about seeing her ex's avatar in the driver's seat, but she thought it was amusing (and she's petty as hell at the thought of her bitter ex driving her around) so encouraged the relationship...just to piss Khonshu off. Smart? Perhaps not. But it made her feel GREAT!

5. Jake was the one who asked Lyra out (note: the pigeon was NOT happy about this, and Mafdet was smug as hell) and their first date was at a sushi place. It was something they both enjoyed, and again Lyra led most of the conversation.

6. Neither of them knew of each others hero identities but worked together on a couple missions. She only ever met Marc and Steven as Moon Knight and had no idea that Jake was a part of their system.

7. Jake and Lyra made themselves official after their fourth date, which involved Jake breaking them into a still closed ice skating rink for a quiet and romantic evening on the ice lit by Christmas lights (he got inspiration for it from her favorite Christmas move, Last Christmas).

8. Jake told her about his condition shortly after that, and he was afraid Lyra would freak out or end things. Life with him wasn't going to be easy, and he wanted to give her a chance to bow out if she wanted to with no hard feelings. But Lyra admitted she loved him, all of him, and wanted this to work. She understood why he was the way he was, as she came from a similar background.

9. Lyra took actually meeting his alters very well. She knew them as Moon Knight and Mr. Knight, but getting to know them as people was interesting, as it was for the boys learning about her outside of the Lady Karma persona. Telling Layla was a whole other story, and at first she didn't take it well, but Lyra refused to let them give up their marriage for her and Jake. Of course Jake was hesitant but ultimately agreed with Lyra's reasoning. As selfish as he wanted to be, he couldn't do that to Marc.

10. Fights between them are rare but are kinda comedic. They go back and fourth between Spanish, English, and German. One of them will say something wrong or mess up the grammar in their other tongue and they'll stop the argument to correct them (gently of course, no matter how serious the argument is, learning a new language is hard peeps), which actually normally stops any disputes. It's actually amusing for the others to watch.

11. They have a lot of nicknames and titles for one another. Lyra calls Jake Mein Falke (my falcon, as Khonshu was depicted as a falcon in mythology), my knight (sometimes calls him Mein Ritter), or simply love or Liebe. Jake will call her by names in his tongue too, such as: mi gueparda (my cheetah), gatita (kitten, if he's feeling...extra affectionate), mi Reina (my queen), or, like her, simply love or mi amor. They get really extra about it

12. They did have a very small wedding ceremony. Nothing legally binding, but Lyra wanted a traditional Egyptian wedding. Steven and Layla actually worked together to plan it, as they knew more about ancient Egyptian customs than Lyra and Jake did. While it wasn't legally binding, since it was done in traditional Egyptian custom, in the eyes of the gods Lyra and Jake are married. Tawaret, who was super happy about this, was there to witness it and make it official. Again, Khonshu was not happy and wanted to object, but the other gods basically told him to shut the hell up and let his avatar have this ONE thing to make him happy. He sulked the entire ceremony and reception afterwards....

[gillianthecat]

thoughts part-way through episode seven of Once Again

I just feeling kind of meh about the series? I like it, but not as much as I keep expecting to like it. It has a lot of elements I enjoy, but somehow they're up to a show that I like as much as I think I would. There are also some specific elements I didn't like, but even before/without those I feel kind of meh.

I think maybe the balance between angst and fluff/humor is off for me? I'm glad there is also fluff and humor, the whole murder/trauma/guilt/time travel plot would be too dark for me without it. But somehow instead of enhancing each other it felt like the fluff detracts from the emotions of the angst, and the angst kinda makes it hard to relax into the fluff? idk

I still have half an hour left, so my thoughts could of course change.

Specific things I did not like, to get that out of the (my brain's) way:

Long awkward lingering shots of dead fish kisses. (The poor actors!) The first one sort of made sense as an unsuccessful attempt at capturing Ji-hoon's reaction by freezing time, but the sleep kiss just felt unnatural.

Instant boyfriends. I feel like we were missing a few steps/scenes in between Ji-hoon opening up to Jae-woo and there sweet little shopping/arcade date. (I liked the date montage itself.) Perhaps this was because the series was so short?

So minor and petty, but Jae-woo's coat. For some reason fabric with print versions of real textures annoy me. Also it was stressing me out that he wore the same clothes all the time. I guess he could have washed them each night?

Things I did like:

The opening, and the introduction to Jae-woo. This intriguing character on a bus ride (I think I'm a sucker for pensive characters on busses) and the slow emergence of his grief and trauma.

The phone calls across time! I like the concept - I liked each of their reactions.

Jae-woo's combination of guilt, grief, hero-worship. His sheer relief at hearing/seeing Ji-hoon again, and how he dropped all manners and shyness just to embrace him. Something about if felt so realistic as the reaction of a traumatized kid grown up, but not healed. He was a little kid again in his reactions to Ji-hoon, and the way they (actor, script, directing) did that really worked for me.

Similarly the change from little kid hero worship/guilt to attraction/falling in love with worked for me. I think it could easily feel weird/creepy but it didn't.

Ji-hoon's "who the hell is this guy?" reaction to Jae-woo. It made sense, it set up an interesting twist on the... not enemies to lovers... I guess grumpy/sunshine fits best? dynamic. He wasn't unkind, he was just confused and generally a tsundere character to begin with. I liked the way Jae-woo slowly won him over, through first just wanting to be near him, and second through constantly running off on a desperate mysterious mission.

Jae-woo's deciding the reason he'd time traveled was to save Ji-hoon, and his desperate search to figure out how and remember that night. He's confronting all his trauma and childhood demons just to save his hero.

Adult Jae-woo's confrontation with his child self. There was just so much interesting stuff in that.

The piece by piece reveal of what happened in the kidnapping. And the possible implication that adult Jae-woo is affecting it?

Hyung Jin 🥰 He's so pretty 😍 His gorgeous smile 😻 And also like him as a character, even if he is annoying at time. I love some ADHD representation (even if its not my kind of ADHD). And I like his pushing and caretaking of Ji-hoon, especially when he was being protective and telling Jae-woo to watch out. And I loved his track suits and puffy jackets.

Soft boyfriend sweaters. Korean shows in general seem to have the best soft boyfriend sweaters. Ji-hoon's white one was lovely.

Stuff I'm not sure how I feel/have mixed feelings about

Ji-hoon figuring out the time travel thing. On the one hand, it made sense of the evidence, and the show didn't have time to waste on Ji-hoon getting convinced. On the other hand, who thinks "time travel" when they need to explain something?

The dorm manager.

The kidnapping plotline. I realize it needed to be kind of bare bones to fit such a short series, and I didn't want something convoluted. But somehow it felt too simplistic for me? idk. I don't tend to watch kidnapping show much these days so I don't have points of comparison.

The fact that everyone was ok with this 10 year old kid wandering about on his own. It was a different time and place, I realize, but since that kid canonically gets kidnapped, it felt very stressful to watch. Although perhaps that was intentional tension building?

The general emptiness of the world. I'm guessing it was a budget/covid thing, but I think it contributed to me difficulty of fully investing in the world. Sometimes a spare cast can heighten the intimacy and intensity, but here it somehow pulled me out of the show.

I still haven't removed my tag filters, so I have no idea what anyone else thinks of the show.

edit: i'm done now, so feel free to chat with me about it all

[drawnecromancy]

I have a lot of thoughts, I guess, about the Emperor and the kind of... aura he has around him. Of course everyone is scared of him, they've seen him murder people for petty ass bullshit.

But also, by the time he's a statue, how long has it been since a true rebellion ? Before the one spearheaded by several grumpy officials and two Vanneans (and one from the VANO FAMILY, the OLDEST VANNEAN NOBLE FAMILY, which is unprecedented !) ? How many people have actually seen the god of perfection incarnate kill anyone ?

Surely, they've seen him force nobles to do embarrassing shit because he was bored as hell while they were going on about politics and whatever the fuck is going on (he does not pay attention. he has delegated everything. The provinces could fuck off on their own at this point. He is too scary for them to try, mostly. That's part of what the last rebellion was about, i guess).

But like... actual murder, before the rebellion that would kill so many people and make Lumeria empress... I don't think a lot of people saw that from him, because even this gets boring after a while.

And then it's the whole... incredibly isolating thing of pure evil.

Because, essentially, that's what the Emperor is- or thinks he is at least. Pure, condensed, perfect evil.

And then, you are forced to spend time in his house because you're Lumeria and you just married him. And you slowly, slowly start to realize that he built this cage himself, and he's just... kind of lonely and sad. And he's committed atrocities and made his life worse, over, and over, and over, and over again. Because he is pure evil and change is not a thing people just do, according to him.

And no matter how much of a sad mop he is, he's thus fully unwilling to try to be kinder to others, to try to be a better person, because he will just say "that does not work", without elaborating. He straight up refuses help, or to try to do better, and he keeps fucking digging.

It has to be kind of jarring, I guess.

To realize the man who murdered your friends, and so many people, actually feels like shit over it, and did it only so that YOU would HATE HIM and KILL HIM.

To realize that, somewhere in there, there's a guy who is just incredibly afraid of changing and afraid of realizing that he could have stopped all of this at any time. He's terrified of putting in the work to become a better person that others don't hate, he's terrified of it working because then it means that the past five thousand years were a needless slaughter. So he just keeps digging himself into a deeper hole.

And at the same time, he's just... trying to be nice to you. Because now he's stuck living with you and he can't keep up that pretense of being an uncaring asshole, actually. He cares so much, all the time.

It's worse, in some sense.

Because you know that if whoever he killed wasn't just a bunch of faceless strangers, he wouldn't have done any of it.

Because now that he is more relaxed around you, that he's assured you'll kill him no matter what, he's... almost normal. Besides the whole marble statue thing.

Because now, there's a choice :

Kill him, do as everyone including him expects, especially after you've figured out how to actually do it. That's what people want, that's what he wants, that's the most logical choice to get rid of this asshole who constantly chooses to do the worst he can do because "if people hate me, someone will finally figure out how to get rid of me".

Or, or, don't. There aren't a lot of people who can read that kind of research. You know he won't actually have the courage to ask anyone to look over what you wrote, after you die. You know there's about only one person who would, independently, just go steal it - but he doesn't even believe that you've been doing any of this work, because if you had, he'd be dead already. Curse him to stay alive and use your last words to tell him that he HAS to step up and become better now.

I wonder, I guess, which one people other than Lumeria would've made.

[irregularjohnnywiggins]

Please make that post

In reference to this post here and the larger point from this post.

So, League of Extraordinary Gentlemen has two big fundamental problems in its premise, added onto by a whole load of sub-problems like 'Alan Moore has not met a woman character he can't insert a sexual assault storyline into yet', 'We're in that age where comics have to be juvenile to prove they're adult' and 'Alan Moore is the Grumpy Old Man Eternal'. These two problems are endemic of all fiction on the scale that League is operating on, and why I say it may be unintentionally the greatest critique of Event Comics in the world. These problems are

You cannot have experienced every work of fiction you are playing with (particularly in League's case: Alan Moore has not read every book and watched every movie in the entire world). Subsequently:

You will inevitably end up drawing mostly on what you are familiar with and let other things fall by the wayside.

This is endemic to Event Comics - even with a Shared Universe as rigorously pruned as DC or Marvel, your average comic book writer cannot have read every single comic featuring every single character in that universe, which inevitably means you are going to be able to tell which ones they have read - if you're lucky the ones they haven't read get bit parts, if you're unlucky you get Wonder Woman in Infinite Crisis. It's not even explicitly a problem, it's just a fact of event comics that we've all had to accept.

When it comes to League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, this flaw gets amplified - which makes sense, since this flaw is proportional to the size of the source texts you are drawing from* and Alan Moore is drawing from all of fiction. As a precursor because we need to get this enforced more, the comics are extremely Anglocentric. Like, look at The New Traveller's Almanac from the back of Volume 2, and note how often a story actually from Africa, Asia or even Europe and America is mentioned, versus a story from Britain about those places. Hell, The Journey to the West, one of the most influential pieces of literature in the world, gets all of three references in this series.

It's a huge problem, and honestly makes me want more than ever a series like League by people from Africa and Asia - I'd be horribly confused reading it, but that'd be great, it'd expand my horizons all the more.

But that's not the gripe I want to bring up today. No, even after all that complaining about the Anglocentrism of League, I want to be a little more Anglocentric myself today. If you're not down for what is inevitably almost 1000 words of petty fanboy whining, please leave now, hope you enjoyed the actual salient criticism! Sorry 'bout that, but it's time: let's discuss Will Stanton at Hogwarts.

Bit of background for people who need it: in Volume 3 of League, the protagonists are trying to stop the Antichrist from ending the world. They eventually follow his tracks to a school in Scotland, where he was groomed to be the Antichrist and where he has just killed a host of people in a castle that is said to have once been able to move. The entire thing is a giant subtweet to Harry Potter for being unoriginal and, y'know, I'm not really going to defend that? I don't engage in criticism of Harry Potter's unoriginality myself, because it doesn't bother me too much and I genuinely feel that it takes away from the many more serious issues with the series, but it's still a fair cop and lord knows I love to point out the ripoffs whenever some TERFy piece of shit tries to insist that Rowling is some visionary writer that single-handedly invented the concept of female authors. If all Century was saying was that Harry Potter kind of sucks, I'd honestly probably add it on to things like Pratchett and Le Guin pointing out the flaws way before most people caught on. But there's one issue I take, and it's this:

The point Moore seems to be making, at least from what I can tell and what the common critical consensus is, is that Century is a three-issue rant about the commodification of magic and occult mystery, something the self-professed worshiper of an ancient snake god seems to take umbrage with. Harry Potter doesn't just suck because it's unoriginal, it and all British Wizard Children Fantasy of the incredibly nebulous time of basically everything post-1950s suck because they took away the magic and mystery from... well, magic.

And, y'know, I may not believe in actual magic myself, but I'm not going to say Moore is wrong to believe that. The message itself is fine. The problem is... well, 1. Alan Moore has not read every story in the world and consequently 2. He inevitably ends up drawing from what he's familiar with, and the things he hasn't read get used as props. And, my friends, he has not read The Dark Is Rising, which still remains one of my favorite books ever written. This is not a combination that results in a happy David.

Like, if Alan Moore is angry about the lack of mystery and intrigue in 'modern' fantasy? Here's a scene from the chapter of The Dark Is Rising where Will learns everything he needs to know as an ageless Old One:

He might read no more than one line — I have journeyed as an eagle — and he was soaring suddenly aloft as if winged, learning through feeling, feeling the way of resting on the wind and tilting round the rising columns of air, of sweeping and soaring, of looking down at patchwork-green hills capped with dark trees, and a winding, glinting river between. And he knew as he flew that the eagle was one of the only five birds who could see the Dark, and instantly he knew the other four, and in turn he was each of them. . . .

He read: . . . you come to the place where is the oldest creature that is in this world, and he that has fared furthest afield, the Eagle of Gwernabwy . . . and Will was up on a bare crag of rock above the world, resting without fear on a grey-black glittering shelf of granite, and his right side leaned against a soft, gold-feathered leg and a folded wing, and his hand rested beside a cruel steel-hard hooked claw, while in his ear a harsh voice whispered the words that would control wind and storm, sky and air, cloud and rain, and snow and hail — and everything in the sky save the sun and the moon, the planets and the stars.

How's that for mystery, Al? How's that for not trivializing magic? Maybe, if you hadn't very clearly picked Will's name out of a list of children's fantasy from the 1950s onwards, which is what I have to assume you did because the amount of references at Not-Hogwarts is so broad that you can't purely be criticizing Harry Potter and it's derivatives, Dark Is Rising came out in 1973 for god's sake, you wouldn't end up saying that a series that states outright in the fifth book that a key factor of magic is accepting that there are some things you will never know is less mystical and magical than Mary Fucking Poppins, no offense to Mary.

Now, is this petty fanboy complaining about a character from a series I like not being treated 100% how I want him? ...Yeah, pretty much, because if Moore hadn't included Will I wouldn't be as annoyed at his treatment of him. But that's another problem with League: Alan Moore uses the world of League to make broad sweeping statements: "Fiction from the 1800s was better", "Children's Fantasy trivializes magic", "Superheroes all suck unless they're obscure enough that I know them and no-one else", statements that cannot possibly hold up to scrutiny because he's not read everything in the world, and hell he's not even read most of the things he complains about because he's convinced himself he knows it all already. It's the problem with everything he uses, he warps it to fit his own worldview and leaves the people who love those stories, who read League entirely because it features those characters, in the lurch. He's reinvented the Event Comic, and it may be a parody but I'm not sure it is, and that's depressing.

*This, incidentally, is why I think Kim Newman's attempts at this concept work better than League - for most of his stories that I've read, Newman is pulling from genres specific enough to be conceivable but expansive enough to fill a supporting cast - e.g. vampire and associated Gothic literature of the 1800s for Anno Dracula or femme fatales throughout the 1800s for Angels of Music.

[quillquiver]

i know everyone’s super preoccupied with bi!dean and oh boy do i get it but have we considered the absolute chaos that is fresh bi!dean and recently human!cas.

cas comes back from the empty totally human, and he and dean just... avoid each other in the bunker because cas is embarrassed and doesn’t want to pressure dean and also well well well if it isn’t the consequences of my own actions--while dean is quietly freaking out because he loves this man but he’s human now and what if he’s changed his mind? he might have changed his mind. he is definitely sleeping in his own room because he’s changed his mind.

and dean’s love confession, when it does happen, is something halting and loud. blurted out like an argument--I love you, okay?!--because he’s trying, he’s really trying, but big emotions still make a powder keg of him, no matter if they’re not rooted in anger. and cas is overjoyed, and they kiss a lot, but there’s this weirdness surrounding sex because, hey, the last time cas slept with someone he was killed, and dean’s relationship with fucking has been equal parts trying to put food on the table + a tool for care and positive touch. 

and then it also turns out that you don’t just un-learn 41 years of repression because a really great guy is in love with you. so dean postures for people needlessly, and is equal parts an embarrassed, proud, terrified mess in public with cas, while also sometimes flirting with the waitress on autopilot. he stops himself from touching cas only to remember he doesn’t have to, and sometimes he’s brave enough to keep reaching but sometimes he isn’t. and every day, he wishes he was more open, more honest, just... better to cas. and every day he is, a little. 

and while dean is out here being a complete mess, our friend castiel is coming to terms with the fact that he’s mortal now. the first time he gets injured, there’s hell to pay; he won’t stop bitching and moaning. his first cold? fucking forget it. he’s unbearable. he’s grumpy, and feeling helpless sometimes makes him mean; he’s petty and bitter and he spends whole days in the gym working himself to the bone. he goes for long runs. is neat as a pin. won’t quit on research until he’s asleep on top of the book. when dean gets hurt, he forgets he’s human and presses two fingers to his forehead--cas can’t fly away but he disappears for two days. when he informs dean that he’ll be driving an motorcycle from now on, dean has a fucking heart attack and the argument lasts for a week. 

it’s hard; cas needs things dean’s only just starting to be able to give himself, and dean needs stuff cas is only just starting to learn--i love you isn’t that enough?--but like... there’s so much that’s so good. dean being so blindly happy that he forgets to be afraid or self-conscious, dean shyly pecking cas’s mouth in the parking lot of the mini-mart. cas forcing himself not to run, but to get... comfortable; he starts to leave his 50 used mugs all over the place, and forgets his socks in the dean cave after date night. cas learning to drive a motorcycle and taking dean flying, beaming the whole time as dean hangs on for dear life. cas channeling his frustrations into crafting (badly). 

they sleep together half a dozen times before it gets really really good--before cas stops thinking and dean quits worrying; cas makes some lame joke when he’s half inside him and dean can’t stop laughing. they both realize that there are a lot of different ways and reasons to sleep together; that it can be intense and aggressive and slow and sweet and silly and fun.

there are good days and there are bad days, and one morning dean wakes up and realizes he doesn’t feel conflicted or ashamed anymore. one morning, cas looks at dean and realizes he actually really likes being human. are they absolutely obnoxious about their new discoveries? of course they are.

but sam and eileen have had to bear witness to every other obnoxious aspect of their relationship, so what’s one or two more?

[voiidlizrd]

hi i'm sorry but do you think we could get a part two of gojo, toji, and naoya cheating? where their ex so finds someone new and they have a family or smth

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Warning: Unhealthy past relationships, mentions of stalking, Naoya.

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP (PT. 2)

Totally doesn’t care! His ego isn’t hurt one bit knowing you moved on so easily!

Let’s be honest, he’s not doing alright in the slightest.

Not only is he saying “what makes them so special” about your new significant other, but he’s trying hard to get you back.

Gojo actually decided to go to where you were staying (whether it was your house or apartment or your new s/o’s) and waiting until you finally answered his loud knocking at the door.

When you did, you weren’t really surprised or shocked to see him. You just kinda leaned against the doorframe with an unamused look on your face.

Gojo definitely hated that expression.

“Been a while, right? I missed you.”

You didn’t answer him, you only hummed in responds.

“Look I just- I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you. I want to be with you again. You are my one and only!”

Now that made you burst out laughing. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too funny and ironic! Gojo could only stand there stupid while you tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry, ‘one and only?’ That’s a good one.”

Ouch. Another shot to his already deflated ego.

“Look Satoru, it’s cute that you came all this way just to say you’re sorry, but there’s no way I’m getting back with you.” You chuckled again.

“I wish you the best of luck. I mean, you are the most powerful sorcerer out there so it won’t be so hard finding someone else, right?”

With that you just closed the door before he could say anything more. This wasn’t how much of his relationships ended up. They would crawl and beg to be taken back, tell him that they forgive him. Gojo didn’t realize how his “sorry” just slipped his tongue so easily, just like every other short relationship he’s had.

You found someone better than him, someone that made you more happier than he made you.

Gojo wasn’t all to happy about that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Any attempt Gojo would throw at you would be crushed with a smile on your face.

Did you enjoy seeing him try his hardest to make it up to you? It was just a one time thing! Could you be anymore petty?

Gojo would always tell himself that when the swell of guilt in his chest would get too large. He tried to reason that he wasn’t at fault for any of this. But all his senses told him it was, deep down he knew.

You moved on while he couldn’t, and it was his own fault.

Good for you. He’s happy for you, totally.

Toji is a total liar, he isn’t happy. In fact, he’s more grumpy and angry than before now that you’re in a new and much better relationship.

But Toji remembers what you saw, what he did. He knew this would happen either way once you figured it out. He just didn’t expect your lack of care in the world for it.

He saw you with your new significant other, smiling lovingly at them. That was him before he decided to throw it all away. Toji almost laughed bitterly at the thought, he threw out most of everything in his life.

It was a depressing to remember the love you had given him, the attention and care. The time you put in to make him more softer around you.

That only made him angrier at himself for just wasting it away.

He doesn’t try to get you back, but he does watch you from afar. The envy in his eyes at your significant other could possibly kill them, hell he might just try.

Oh boy Naoya is throwing a fit over it. He’ll probably say very loudly to his servants or male colleagues that you’re a bitch and a whore for leaving him. He ended things with the mistress and blamed her for everything that happened.

He might even stalk you and pretty much blame you as well for the whole divorce. You weren’t being a good wife, that’s why he cheated. You clearly weren’t being a good housewife! It’s all about blaming you rather than accepting the small little voice in his head, that small little boy that wasn’t subjected to misogyny, the one that keeps telling him it was all his fault. That he was unfaithful.

He was being a bad husband. He wasn’t being the proper working husband for his wife. He never came home with a smile on his face, greeting his wife and asking if there’s any help she needs. After all, sometimes you were a bit clumsy. As a husband, he was suppose to provide for you, he was suppose to keep you happy.

He wasn’t suppose to hurt you.

On his many moments of stalking you, you finally confronted him one day on your many shopping runs.

“Look Naoya, I find your desperation real cute, but it’s getting annoying.”

God he hated your overall sincerity and new laid back attitude. He tried winning your heart again but your new significant other clearly had your heart, just like he had yours once.

He broke down one day in private. He wanted you, he needed you, he wanted you back. So. Badly. He even thought about begging on his knees for you to leave your lover for him, promising he would do you better and do you right. But his pride held him back. The weight of being a Zenin held him back.

He still has the photo of the day you two got married. He was so happy that day, the happiest man alive. You were smiling. That smile, it was much more happier and loving than the smile you gave him the day you left. He thought he could find another wife. Another submissive, doting, and loving wife. But none of them were you, none of them had that irritating stubbornness as you, no one made his heart skip a beat, not a single woman that came from other clans even compared to you.

He really screwed up.

Sorry if this isn’t as good as the other part! I’ve been going through some MAJOR writers block (reason for my late post). But thank you so much for the ask Anon! I really appreciate it!

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

[showtoonzfan]

Once Hazbin hotel comes out, another thing I hope they fix is.....how do I say this, the characters vocabulary. Now I guess I’ll call this a personal nitpick, because it’s not necessarily a big deal nor does most of the fandom have an issue with this, but surprise surprise, my issue is how each character talks, especially the cursing. Now, I will say this, obviously I have no problem with characters swearing. It’s obviously an adult show for a reason, and the characters can swear all they want, but....MAN does it always feel so pandered when it comes to Viv’s writing. Others have said this before, but most.....MOST of the time when the characters swear in the pilot, it doesn’t even feel natural half the time, it just feels like they’re going “HA, WE CAN SAY THIS BECAUSE WE’RE AN ADULT SHOW”, or “WE SAID THE F WORD, LAUGH”. It’ll feel forced, simply because Viv herself finds swear words funny, (and I’m not even being petty, that something she’s said before) and it doesn’t help how “edgy” she is, trying to either pander the fact that this is an adult show, or trying to be funny but failing.

The swearing isn’t even the bigger issue I have, that would be how every character just......doesn’t sound real to me, like ACTUAL people you’d meet in real life. Now before someone wrings my neck and says “THEY’RE DEMONS IN HELL”- yeah sorry but to me, that doesn’t excuse anything. I mean, all the characters expect Charlie were LITERALLY all once humans, not to mention what I stated before in a reblog about how they’re all more humanized and moral to fit the concept of redemption. It’s not like any of these characters are written to be far gone, the only exception would be Alastor, but the rest of the cast feel like humans. Now despite that, they don’t FEEL like real people to me. Every character talks like an edgy 12 year old who just learned what swears are, and I find it hard to sympathize with them when they don’t even feel like ACTUAL people, or I guess I should say, they don’t TALK like actual people. They all feel like exactly what they are, obnoxious characters who were written by an edgy person who’s obsessed with being childish and swearing. They talk like early 2000’s emo kids and it HURTS bro, which brings me to my last topic, the vocabulary.

Almost every character in Hazbin are all from different time periods. But here’s the issue with Viv’s characters as a whole. It doesn’t matter what time period you’re from, what age you are, what you went through as a person, what you believe, NONE of that matters. When you’re written by Viv, you all have the SAME exact vocabulary as the rest of the cast. Almost EVERY character will go “fuck bitch ass cock” regardless of who they are and it’s painful to listen to. For example, Angel is from the freaking 40’s and yet he talks like an attention seeking 14 year old, Alastor is from the 20’s and yet doesn’t even use proper 20’s slang and when he curses it just sounds obnoxious and ludicrous, Cherri is from the 80’s and yet she seems to use modern slang, the list goes on, the only character that KINDA has an excuse for sounding the way they do is Sir Pen, because even though he’s from a very early century, his character is that he’s trying to be hip and cool and get with the times I guess. (Though it wouldn’t hurt to do some research on how people in that century talked back then.) So no, even HUSK doesn’t even get an excuse for talking the way he does. I get that he’s supposed to be a grumpy alcoholic man in his 70’s, but that doesn’t mean he needs to swear in EVERY single damn sentence, that’s just annoying. Each character should at least talk a tad different from one another, to make each stand out and resemble their time periods but they don’t. They legit all talk the same, so all I’m asking is to tone down the over the top edgy swearing on EVERY single character. I’m not saying they can’t swear of course, just make them sound more VIBRANT from one another instead of your average edgy vivziepop character.

Okay so that’s all I wanted to say for now, y’all can feel free to disagree with me. I of course know the show ain’t out yet, so that’s plenty of time to fix these issues, or at least the issues I personally have. Again, most people aren’t going to be bothered by the swearing so that’s okay, but for me it’s a problem lol.

[kittymsmithwritesstuff]

since we're on the maggie hype train, can we get some her + other legend relationship headcanons? maybe rampart, lifeline, octane, or mirage?

I’ll give you some relationship headcanons but not for those characters in particular. I abide by the rule that as long as it is two (18+) legal consenting adults then I’ll live and let live, but I’m personally not into shipping people with her that could damn near be her grandchildren. Mirage is riding a borderline, but personally I just cannot fathom them as a couple; he’s not exactly immature but I don’t think he’s at a maturity level where she’d even fathom it. She could objectively be like, “yeah, he’s a handsome guy” but not with any true desire. Have a few beers with him though.

Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy the HC’s for some of the older Legends and Maggie.

In order: Horizon, Fuse, Bangalore

Horizon:

-Horizon is drawn to her because she’s just so unlike anyone she’s ever met before. She grew up on Psamathe, even pre-syndicate one of the richest and technologically advanced planets in the Frontier. Maggie is legitimately batshit fucking crazy, but she’s also brilliant and all Horizon wants is to understand what the hell is going inside that head of hers.

-Maggie has a thing for redheads. Real bad. Real bad. Secondly, Horizon doesn’t spend a single moment cowering, avoiding, glaring or insulting Maggie and what she’s done. She makes it clear she doesn’t like what Maggie has done. The big thing about Horizon, though, is she is the first person in the dropship to say she understands Maggie fighting for her home That’s when the heart palpitations start.

-Somewhere between “gruff grumpy one falls for cute sunshiney one” and “bickering married couple”. Despite possible assumptions, who is in the lead with won arguments goes back and forth. They make a game of it; Horizon has a white board and pen and everything.

-They mostly work because Horizon meets Maggie head on in all things. If Maggie is petty, she’s petty, if Maggie is a dick, she’s a dick. If Maggie loses herself in anger, Horizon will give enough pause and then throw her side of the argument with as much mettle as any Salvonian.

-For most that would be a 100 percent not healthy way to handle things, but it’s what makes sense to Maggie; once she sees how she is being/what she is doing, she can usually take a step back and come back for an actual discussion. Over time, there’s less yelling.

-This only applies to her and Horizon though. Maggie still goes off the handle at others. It’s actually a little embarrassing how she almost does a 180 when Horizon is around but no one has the balls (or the deathwish) to say anything. Except Fuse but for every ribbing he gives Maggie she gives him two about Bloodhound.

-Same vein Maggie makes Horizon loosen up a little, not that she was a tightwad or anything before, but she’s a little more willing to let herself be angry, rather than continually hold herself up to her mother, who never did. It’s actually kind of a relief.

-Despite her bigger-than-life personality, Maggie is around 5’4. Horizon is 5’10. Maggie is 100 percent into it. Horizon is 100 percent into giving her forehead kisses where people might see, just to piss her off.

-Maggie steals Horizons shirts and jackets constantly. They’re not even really her style or anything, but Horizon has the mom ability to find the comfiest shit possible, something Maggie has yet to figure out.

-Horizon steals Maggie’s earrings sometimes. She doesn’t even wear them, just holds on to them for a little bit and puts them back at random. Maggie’s clothes are too short for her generally so, she makes do.

-They both like pecan ice cream.

Fuse:

-LOOK I’LL BE STRAIGHT UP I AM A SUCKER FOR CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS OKAY

-And tbh this would probably only work on the assumption they already kind of sort of had a thing and come to a compromise over the whole “blown off arm thing”. Or some other canon alterations or twists. Either way, it’s on the assumption they came to a truce or conclusion of some kind because neither of them are saints and whichever is worse is somewhat objective.

-And I do fully love them JUST being friends. I LOVE guy/girl JUST being friends and I think there needs to be more of it. As mentioned, though, I am a SUCKER.

-They know the ins and outs of each other. Exactly how to annoy, exactly how to destroy, exactly how to comfort. No one has more ammo on Fuse or Maggie in the world-and this is including their mothers’.

-Maggie isn’t one to “let down her walls” but Fuse is one to climb over them to make sure she’s doing alright. And he’s probably the only one she doesn’t shoot for trying.

-They can communicate with looks and it kind of weirds out some of the other legends. It’s the well and true “full conversation, argument and resolution” with only glances, stares and facial expressions that end in a miraculously formed conclusion.

-Even if they never were together prior to the games they would fall into a routine with an almost uncomfortable ease.

-Fuse tries to be a gentleman, but by Salvonian standards that mostly means pulling the pin out of the grenade and letting Maggie throw it or bashing the cap off of her beer first. It works for them.

-The main thing they argue about that’s like, an actual argument and not their standard bickering is Fuse’s mustache. She really fucking hates it.

-Maggie is a problem solver when it comes to issues, one of those people it can be hard to vent to because all she does is try and offer a solution and then end up confused or mad the person venting is still complaining and not doing something about it. Fuse is one of the people that just needs to rant on the rare occasion he gets frustrated. It was an issue between them for a long time before he figured out he just needed to signal beforehand whether he wanted a solution or just an ear to listen. Works out well.

-Fuse is the pillow.

Bangalore:

-She hated Maggie when she fucked with Kings Canyon and she hated her when she joined the Games. The thing to reverse that was time and study-looking into what was really going on on Salvo and recognizing that Fuse wasn’t exactly the golden boy being two main points. It brought up some parallels in her mind to her own discovery that the IMC wasn’t all she thought it was, and, you know, life and people are complicated.

-In the slow points during Games, she found out she could admire Maggie’s strategic mind. Maggie felt similarly about Bangalore; she seemed like the kind of woman to have her shit together, and she finds that pretty damn attractive. They meld well on field because they’re both goal oriented and experienced, and over time this translates off the field.

-Bangalore actually visits Maggie while she’s locked up. In an eventuality where Maggie isn’t confined to her cell she can usually be found in Bangalore’s bunk, silently occupying herself or watching Bangalore do whatever with her guns.

-They’re both really knowledgeable about firearms, but Bangalore knows so much technical stuff that Maggie would have never had the opportunity to learn, and she soaks it up like a sponge. She admires her knowledge, and the passion.

-They bicker a lot on moral quandaries but will live and let live with each other, which sort of baffles the other people that know them.

-Bangalore confides a lot in Maggie and is relieved that she never tells a single soul, far as she knows.

-She tries to be open for Maggie, but the woman is a pretty shut book. If she does open up it’s over whiskey after a long day. Bangalore will silently listen and not make any comments, and it feels like Maggie appreciates that.

-Bangalore also takes some of the stuff she learned in therapy and helps Maggie and Fuse kind of go from “kill on sight” to “glare petulantly”. Maggie will never tell her that she might have sort of appreciated it.

-They’ll have little food competitions, see who cooks a dish better, or swap back and forth on who does dinner. Loser owes winner a favor.

-Yeah, you can use your imaginations when it comes to what some of those favors end up being.

-Remember the tall girl thing? Applies here too. Except instead of forehead kisses, Bangalore thinks it’s funny to grab Maggie around the waist, pick her up like she’s nothing, kiss her, and then put her back down and continue doing whatever it is she was doing beforehand.

-Maggie gets super mad.

-…she’s still into it, though.

-This time, Maggie is usually the pillow. Bangalore will wrap her arms around her and lay her head on her stomach and just zonk out immediately.