badebi

[metanarrates]

any story no matter how much it Sucks Ass can be so beautiful to the guy who likes it. world is a beautiful place

[schoenpepper]

Despite Everything (It's Still You)

Intro: When he looks at you, he sees everything he could have been.

Warnings: bad grammar, awful writing, not proofread, kinda angsty, more platonic im pretty sure cus its not specified if ur lovers, might be ooc idk and idc, everytime i write idia i feel 10 years older because i cringe at my own internet slang

A/N: Done! Last request is finished, hope you like it worm anon. On my end, this is super rushed and it's not like, my fave ever so ehhhh.

Masterlist

Riddle thought he’d found a comrade in you. Out of everyone in Twisted Wonderland, he’d thought you would be the one to understand him.

He sees it in your posture, always straight and never slouching. You’re good with academics, a diligent student. Like Riddle, you’d gone through life with the iron fist of a well-meaning parent, so surely, you understand him, right? You agree with him. You believe that rules are important to be upheld lest society fall into chaos. It’s such a refreshing feeling to find a person who, like him, thinks that structure and stability are core values of a proper community.

But you don’t. You don’t understand. No one does. His consciousness is flickering between ink and reality. He’s slipping into the grasp of the phantom and he feels himself slowly being consumed. He’s being devoured. Right before the overblot, even you had stood against him. Why? Riddle wasn’t wrong, he was never wrong—the rules aren’t wrong. Because if they are, then what did he lose his entire childhood for? So you must be the one at fault. This is your mistake. You just don’t understand. You tell him that the rules and the competence and the structure matter less than people. You try to convince him that there’s a better way of living. Is there?

Riddle doesn’t know why. He’d thought you were a comrade because he saw his own experiences in yours, but he’d never been so wrong. While he was still caught up in the chains of his mother’s words, you’d already broken free from the cage. You help him to reclaim the shards of childish wonder he’d never been allowed to have. You help him learn how to breathe, how to relax. Little by little, you bring him onto your path.

He doesn’t understand you anymore.

Leona doesn’t have any opinions about you. You never really talked to him at first, and he can respect that; you don’t go out of your way for bothersome, meaningless things.

Every time he sees you, you’re sleeping or slacking off. Whatever, it’s not like he can judge you for it. You also have a real competitive streak for spelldrive, and your wit’s not half bad, especially when compared to the muscle heads in his dorm. Clever and snarky, talented and strong. He can respect you. Maybe just barely, and he’ll never admit it, but he sees a part of himself in you. So, a sort-of equal. He’s still better than you though.

The taste of sand lingers on his tongue as it swirls in the air through the storm. There’s a part of himself he can no longer control. It makes him wrap his fingers around Ruggie’s throat and Leona… He doesn’t want this. But he can’t stop. He can still recognize you on the edge of his vision. Weren’t you just like him? At birth, everything good was handed right over to your older sibling, leaving nothing but scraps for you. You found it unfair too, didn’t you? So why are you standing against him? This is his chance to be someone worth more than his birthright. Why…are you not agreeing with him?

Leona tried to stay away from you. But call it his instinct or whatever; he can’t seem to avoid you at all. The second prince of Sunset Savanna is awestruck by your words. You tell him that birth doesn’t determine everything. You tell him that you’d learned from your own past. That you can still make something of yourself without that which was given. You sure are chatty now, but who is he to stop you?

You’re not his equal. You’d long since left him in the dust.

Azul sees you as an opportunity. He likes you, really, because you know how to do business and you find a way to compromise that doesn’t step on either person’s lines.

It’s not difficult for him to find out about your past, and to be honest, he’s greatly delighted to find out about all that you have in common. Did you feel the way he did when he was isolated and bullied? Did you feel his pain? You were an outcast too, weren’t you? But wow, look at you (and him) now! It’s rare he sees someone as diligent as himself, as cunning and as smart. Resourceful and oh so benevolent, you’d fit right into Octavinelle!

He’d steered himself long ago; he would never be weak again. He had long, long since forgotten humiliation and defeat. But he’s here again. This time, defeat was brought by your hands. Azul had thought you were allies. Business partners, at least. Why betray him like this? Don’t you get it? He’s powerful now! Why try to stop him? Why did you succeed? He’s left in the aftermath of heartache and debris. He doesn’t know why he did the things he did, but he’s sure that he was so close to being all-powerful. Perfect. A being so beautiful and flawless and strong… You took that chance away from him.

Azul wants you out of his life—your presence now is only a reminder of everything he could have been, and everything he failed to be. Unlike him, you’ve already moved on. You’ve learned to forgive your tormentors, and most importantly, you’ve learned to forgive yourself. You tell him that it was never his fault, but that revenge was never meant to be the answer.

He finds that he had nothing in common with you, after all.

Jamil is perceptive. Next to the one who’s attracting the attention of the whole room with a bright smile and sunny disposition, he finds a kindred spirit in you.

You seem responsible enough, and like a mirror, he sees you taking care of that person the way he does with Kalim. It’s easy to pierce through your act because he knows how to do it too. Seemingly not too smart, not too dumb, not too strong, not too weak. You’re good at pretending to be average. Like Jamil, you’ve lived a life of servitude. Are you tired of forced humility? Of feeling like your life isn’t worth anything when compared to the one you serve?

He’s tired too. He’s so, so tired. Why was freedom unreachable to Jamil right from the moment he was conceived? Was he unworthy of a life unbound by shackles? You’re looking at him like he’s a stranger. Jamil looks at you like you’re a mirror. A mirror that’s shattered, and damaged, and every piece is covered with ink and regret. You know what he’s been through, so why are you in his way? You should be an accomplice. Do you not yearn to be your own person? The phantom is whispering promises he knows it won’t keep. But nothing is more tempting than just…one day of happiness. Of his own happiness.

Jamil is inevitably drawn to you. You live so brightly; you see your master as a friend. You tell him he doesn’t need to do the same. That the only thing he needs to do is find a way that works for him. And you’re asking about things he hadn’t thought of before. An employment contract? The legal status of slavery in the Scalding Sands? Wait, you’re serving that person out of your own volition in exchange for salary and other related benefits?

In you, he sees a light at the end of the tunnel.

Vil approves of you. Like looking in a mirror almost, he sees beauty and a passionate drive to remain beautiful in every single way.

You’re a person with a consistent goal and a persistent drive to do better and be better; a hard worker with tenacity like that of the Queen herself. You are no potato. You are a diamond that has found a way to shine uniquely, and like him, you are already a master at your chosen profession. And yet, he sees the trophies and the medals are all silver and never gold. It is frustrating, but Vil knows that you as well know what it’s like to always be second best.

He’d worked so hard. He’d tried his very best. Professional music and choreography, styling and costumes. He’d set up a multi-week boot camp for his team members in order to whip them into shape. It’s all swept away by that person. Again. And again. And again and again and again and— No. No more. He will take matters into his own hands. But you stand in front of him with a familiar determination, only this time, you’re determined to stop him. Rook had betrayed him and now, you do too. Is he not worthy of a victory? Not even once? The blot is so, so ugly. But if it means he’ll get to wipe out everything that’s opposed to him, he’ll take that blot and use it to his own advantage. Like the queen who’d disguised herself as an ugly witch in order to take down the princess; everything can be sacrificed for the sake of ultimate beauty. If you’re not with him, you must be against him.

Vil apologizes sincerely for his faults. He knows he was wrong, even if it hurts his pride to admit it. But you accept him so easily, so readily, he can’t believe you’re acting like he’d never even hurt you. You forgive him. You help him accept his losses and continue to strive. Because you’d been in his position before, but you’d grown to be happy and appreciate the wins in life instead.

You are no mirror image of him. You are better.

Idia’s never been this happy before; through his screen is someone who just gets him. You’re good at games, and an introvert too? Score!

It’s not like, ever, that someone who vibes with his genius just comes strolling through his life, so Magicord bears witness to long, late night chats about anything and everything. You’ve got some real fucked up childhood trauma too, big mood tbh. It’s easy to spill his guts out over the internet, because even then, you still don’t really know him. You like the games and animes that he likes, and he’s so glad that for once, there’s a person out there who’s lived through the same villain-arc that he has.

He can’t rebuild the world if so many noobs are trying to stop him. Why? What’s so wrong with wishing for a world that can fit him and Ortho right in? Why is that too much for him to ask for? Why are you, the person he thought was his cool moots, acting up too? Don’t you like Ortho? Bro…no…you’re not actually doing a protagonist monologue rn, are you? Seriously? You think you can defeat him and his phantom through the power of friendship? Lolz, you’re so lame. If the world was a fairytale, he wouldn’t have been born with this dumb curse. If the world was a fairytale, he would never have been trapped in STYX with no way out. If the world was a fairytale, Ortho would still be alive. But it’s not. So he’ll remake it to be the story he’d always dreamt it to be.

Idia thinks you’re 110% cringe, like actually barf-inducing. But you did kinda save him or whatevs, so he can put up with you. Like, begrudgingly yk. You’re just such a weirdo. He really thought you were just like him, but no. You’ve had therapy. That’s like, actually wild. You try to counsel him too, talking about feelings and whatnot, and how to move past grief so that it no longer consumes you from the inside out.

So it turns out you didn’t have a villain arc like Idia did. You’re the main hero.

Malleus finds you absolutely delightful. To see another who can speak to him without fear or nervousness is a marvelous thing that he cherishes.

You are no fae or long-lived species, but he finds you fascinating. You are intelligent and wise beyond your years. You are powerful in your own right. You are familiar, in every sense of the word. Even your experiences seem to be shared. You’d been orphaned too, and experienced loss and grieved. You’d mourned for far too many loved ones who have left before you. Do you see the present as he does? Do you embrace the past as he does?

The world is a sad, sad place. He would like to change it. Into one with happy ever afters, into one where there is no hunger and no poverty. There will be no suffering. In his hands, he will mold the world into one that is kinder to its people. There will be no death and separation. He’s had far too many of those, enough to last his long lifetime. He’s not wrong. So why…why do you stand against him, weapon pointed towards him? The only thing he wishes for is permanence. Do you not see the vision? There is so much sadness in the world, why do you choose to wake from your beautiful slumber and face it head on? No matter. He will help you, even if you deny him.

Malleus is more than happy to take your hand when it is outstretched towards himself. You teach him so many things he hadn’t realized before, like how to cherish the present and treasure each memory more than attempting to find a solution to make them everlasting. He had believed wholly that he was right; that the answer to death was a long period of dreams in which everyone lives in a happy ending. He had believed you to be similar to himself—he is wrong about many, many things.

You’ve always looked to a brighter future than he could even imagine.

[yanderecrazysie]

can I request about the scenario with suga tho? and to make it better make the reader a little tsun tsun so that it's understandable that he didn't think he is her crush.

maybe she's having a conversation with the girls and the topic went to their crushes. and when she started describing him they caught on and asked "is it suga?" to which she denied and said that he's too bland and boring for her taste.

she didn't know he was listening, he didn't know she was lying

I especially love that last line.

Title: Deny

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Sometimes denial leads to more issues than confessing the truth.

deny

/verb/

refuse to admit the truth of (a concept or proposition that is supported by the majority of scientific or historical evidence):

“It’s not like I actually need help on my homework or anything,” you lied, “I just want an outside perspective.”

Sugawara smiled brightly, as he always did. Your heart melted a little every time you saw that smile, but you’d never admit it to anyone, least of all him.

It wasn’t as though Sugawara had done anything to warrant that response. If anything, he’d earned the right to know how you felt about him through kindness and neverending patience. 

It’s just how you were: you didn’t like being vulnerable and that’s that. End of story.

“I’d be glad to help you, even if you don’t need it,” Sugawara replied. He always seemed to take you so seriously and not at face value at the same time. He respected your wishes without ever getting offended or questioning your responses.

Maybe that’s why you were head over heels for him.

He was just such a kind person, you felt bad every time you lied to save face. He didn’t deserve your snarky remarks and cold attitude, but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

You hated these kinds of chats with your friends most.

Boys, boys, boys- it’s all they ever talked about since hitting puberty and you were always subject to their questioning.

“Don’t you like anyone, (Y/n)?” a girl named Sakura asked, “Even just a little?”

You stubbornly shook your head.

“Come on, there has to be someone!”

“There’s no one. Every here sucks,” you stuck your nose in the air, hoping to come across as confident in your response. You tried your best to keep Sugawara’s smiling face from swimming in your mind, as though the other girls might accidentally see it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Emi, another one of your friends, stated playfully, a grin growing across her face, “I think I know who she likes.”

“Who?” Sakura asked, her question quickly echoed among the other girls.

Immediately, you felt your face go hot, “Me, myself, and I. That’s three people. There, happy?”

Emi ignored your sassy remark, “I think she likes Sugawara Koushi.”

Gasps rang out from your friends. One by one, you could see the gears turning in their heads as they thought back to the times you two interacted. Putting together the puzzle pieces to see that Emi was 100% correct in her guess.

“That’s not true at all!” You were seething now, desperate to regain control. Desperate to stave off the heat blooming in your cheeks and that terrible feeling of embarrassment.

“Come on, you know you like him,” Emi prodded, “You’re always spending time with him.”

Your voice rose, “I do not like Sugawara, okay? We’re just friends, that’s all!”

“He’s totally your type though, isn’t he?” Emi teased, “Smart, sweet, and-”

“Boring! Plain! Average!” You snapped, “He’s literally so cookie cutter that it’s annoying. He has no personality whatsoever. He’s like a blank sheet of paper. He even looks boring.”

Emi blinked in surprise, “Woah. I guess you don’t like him. Sorry.”

“You should be,” you huffed, relief like a flood throughout your body. Finally, the attention was off you and that vulnerableness was gone.

You were safe.

That’s where your memory ended. It was a sudden shift, from the cafeteria to this dark room. Logically, you knew you’d been drugged and some time had definitely passed, but it sure felt like you had teleported.

Your cries for help died when the door to the room opened and Sugawara strode inside, looking grim.

“Why?” You didn’t bother hoping he was there to save you- he showed no hint of surprise on his face upon seeing your bound form, “Why did you do this?”

“I had to,” Sugawara said, head bowed a little, “What was I supposed to do? Stupid, boring me thought I had a chance, but I was wrong. I had to do this, it was the only way.”

It took you a moment to put the puzzle pieces together. And when you did, your heart dropped straight into your stomach.

“I was lying!” you spluttered.

Sugawara froze for a moment, a stunned expression crossing his face before it softened into a smile. One that didn’t make you melt this time.

“Then that’ll make this a whole lot easier.”

[darksigns-exe]

Little Remedy - Girl!Noah x Layla (OFC)

Pairing: Girl!Noah x OFC Warning: Swearing, Oral Sex (f receiving), Fingering (f recieving) Word Count: 4.4k Note: This is a gender bent AU. Read at your own discretion. Thank you @deathblacksmoke for the thought and listening to my rambles about two pretty girlfriends <3

She’s got the prettiest girl, Layla thinks. The sheer blouse shows off the intricate lines of ink that cover most of her body. The high-waisted trousers accentuate her beautiful long form even more. For once, Noah listened to her when she made a suggestion for her to wear. And she looks gorgeous — she always does, but something about this get up makes Layla feel especially warm inside. Maybe it’s because she knows what’s hiding under the thin fabric, maybe it’s because they’d basically been on top of each other all day before they got ready. 

It’s a good occasion, though. An end of year party hosted by the band's label to celebrate the achievements of the last year. And of course, her girl brought home the biggest share of sales this year. As if she’d expected less from her. She knows what her baby is capable of. 

And as much as she wanted to keep her to herself today, seeing her all dressed up like this is worth it. The combination of the sheer blouse and the tailored pants makes Noah look even taller than she normally does. 

Layla herself feels a little as if she’s been put on a serving platter for all the straight men in the room to devour. She understands that this night is mostly for Noah and the boys to network, but she wants nothing more than to drag her back home and into their bed. 

She watches Noah from across the room, where she’s tied up in a conversation with both Nicks, something about the band she assumes - it usually is. 

Those long, slender fingers curl around a glass of something. Even from this distance, she can make out the counterpart of the bracelet she wears. Hers has a little N dangling from it, while Noah’s has an L. Layla had bought them for their first anniversary and Noah had been wearing hers since that day almost a year ago. 

The last of them, Jolly, comes up behind Layla. She’s grown comfortable around them in the two years since she’s met Noah, and she doesn’t mind when he throws an arm around her shoulder. 

“I still can’t believe that you managed to tie her down.” He shakes his head. 

There’s a snarky comment about her skill to be made that Layla elegantly bites down on. 

“I’m just that lovable.” She says instead, and Jolly gives her a wholehearted laugh in return. 

He pulls her in a little closer, “That you are. You’re good for her.” 

She wants to protest, but Noah has been very honest with her. She knows how much she had struggled when they met, how difficult things had been, and Noah is adamant that it took them meeting for her to find the strength to make it out of that. 

“Take the compliment for once. She was a mess before you met.” 

Jolly lets go of her just as Noah finds her eyes. She smiles, and it makes Layla feel a little funny inside. She’s absolutely devastating when she wants to be, and sometimes Layla isn’t sure that her love is aware of it. She thinks it’s especially bad when her hair is pulled back like this, and just a few strands fall into her face. The fact that she’s one wrong move away from putting her pretty tits on display for everyone doesn’t exactly help. 

But while her girl likes to tease and taunt, Layla knows that she’s the only one that gets to see her all bare. 

She’s playing coy tonight, Layla thinks. They’re still surrounded by way too many people, so in a way she gets it. But she’s been hit on by one too many band dudes for her taste, and Layla decides that now is the right moment to end the evening. 

They’ve been here for far too long anyway. 

She pushes her way through the crowd until she gets to wriggle between Ruffilo and Noah. 

“I’m gonna have to steal this one.” She says, sneaking an arm around Noah’s middle, “You’ve had enough of her for the night.”

Layla feels her squirm just a little bit when her finger pulse against the flimsy fabric. 

“And we still have unfinished business from earlier.” She adds just to torture Noah a little more. 

Opposite her, Folio turns beet red and quickly excuses himself under the guise of wanting to get another drink. Layla thinks it’s adorable. He’s so easy to fluster. 

Nick stays for a moment longer, and Layla uses the opportunity to let that promise of more dangle in front of Noah for just a moment longer. The topic is so horribly mundane that she can practically feel her growing more and more restless by the minute. 

She feels Noah’s hand wrap around her own, one that is still resting against her waist. Layla laces their fingers together. 

“I won’t keep you. It was good to see you, Layla.” 

He sends them off with a hug and a kiss to Layla’s cheek. They’re silent for a moment, as they watch Nick disappear into the crowd. 

“I hate the dress.” Noah says quietly as she empties the remainder of her drink. 

“You didn’t seem to hate it when I put it on.”

Noah detaches her hand from Layla’s and brings it to her waist instead. Layla shifts so that she’s standing right in front of her. 

She tries the glass again, only to find it properly empty this time, “I only hate it because you look too good in it. I couldn’t stop looking at you, and it seems like I wasn’t the only one.”

“Are you jealous?” She traces the backs of her fingers against her cheek. 

“Am not.”

“I know you, baby.” She places her hand against Noah’s cheek and carefully steers her down towards her lips, “Let’s get out of here. I still have plans for you.”

By the time they’re back home, Noah’s practically attached to her. She tastes like the drink she’d had earlier, something sweet and warm, but Layla doesn’t mind, not when her hands are so desperate to find something. 

She manages to detach herself from her long enough to lead her back to the bedroom. 

Noah’s just a few paces behind her, fingers still interlaced with hers. Those elegant fingers that feel absolutely divine when she works them into her. 

Tonight is about Noah, though. She’ll treat her pretty girl just right. She’s earned the treat. 

Noah closes the door behind them, and suddenly they’re tinged in that warm orange light of the way too expensive bedside lamps Layla had insisted upon. 

“Come here.” She says softly, and she can almost see the shiver running down Noah’s back. 

She follows, hands immediately finding Layla’s waist. 

“You’re touchy today.” She notes, “Pretty thing.”

Noah bends to kiss her again, “How could I not be when you look like this?” Her lips trace across the joint of her jaw and neck, lower and lower still, “Everyone was looking at you.”

“You think?”

“I know.” Another kiss to the top of her bare shoulder.

“Gotta show you that I’m all yours then, don’t I?”

Layla tugs her blouse free from the waistband of her trousers, before she slowly works her way down the row of buttons. With every button she undoes, she presses a kiss of her skin. One by one until she had to bend to kiss her tummy. 

“I could have sworn that you skipped the bra today.” She says, pushing the soft fabric from her shoulders. 

Her fingers trace across the thin straps. It’s nothing fancy, but it suits her, and it does exactly what she needs it to. 

“And give everyone a show?” Noah scoffs in reply. 

Layla presses a soft kiss to the centre of her sternum, “You’re right. They’re just for me to see, aren’t they?”

She lets out a soft little sound at that. It’s not quite a gasp yet, but Layla knows that she’ll have her there before the night is over. 

She moves to undo the button of Noah’s trousers and lets her shimmy out of the garment. 

“Help me with the zip?” She asks, turning so that Noah can access it. 

A warm hand comes to rest against her shoulder. The dress slowly loosens around her body as Noah tugs the zip down. She eases the fabric down her body, holds out her hand to steady Layla as she steps out of it. 

Behind her, Noah draws in a sharp breath. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Layla asks innocently. 

“Forgot that you didn’t have anything on under that dress.”

Layla feels her hands drifting down her back and across her waist, until her arms wrap around her middle. Noah pulls her close against her body. Her chin comes to rest on top of her shoulder, “I know you said you have plans…”

“God you’re spoiled.” Layla sighs, “What did you do before we met?” 

“I don’t know.” she kisses her neck, “But I have you to take care of me now don’t I?” 

Layla shakes her head, “You’re a real menace sometimes.” 

“But you love me.” another kiss. 

She hums a yes. 

“If you’re good, and you lie down for me, I’ll show you just how much.” 

Noah detaches herself from her as soon as the words leave her mouth. She sits at the edge of their bed. Layla kneels behind her. She carefully pulls the tie that holds up Noah’s hair and carefully brushes it over her shoulder. With a hand on her cheek, she moves her so that she can kiss her again. Her lips feel soft against Layla’s, she’s soft so everywhere. She can’t wait to get her mouth on her. 

She pushes at the soft bra still covering Noah’s chest. They manage to get it off somehow, despite their unwillingness to separate. 

Layla has her on her back before long. The cologne Noah wears fills her senses, it's mixed with her own perfume. She kisses along the length of her neck, the soft curve of her shoulder. 

She knows where Noah wants her, knows where she has to bring her lips to make her sing. For now, she skirts around those delicate spots. 

It’s her favourite game. 

She keeps her kisses light and barely there, fully knowing that it’ll drive her mad. And when she draws the tip of her tongue across a pebbled nipple, she sighs so prettily that it makes Layla feel so very warm inside. 

“Don’t tease.” Noah whispers. 

The protest is half-hearted. They both know that she enjoys this just as much as Layla does. 

She brings her hand up to cover the breast she isn’t lavishing with attention already. They’re so very sensitive, and she’s sure that she could bring her over the edge just like this. But she knows what her pretty girl is so desperate for. 

Her lips trail across the expanse of her belly; lets her fingers trace along the sides of her body. She whispers praise against her skin. Gentle prayers to some foreign god to let her baby know how deeply rooted her love truly is. When she looks up, she finds Noah’s eyes blown wide, but focused solely on her. 

Layla presses a kiss to her hip, before she lifts herself up a little. 

“Have I told you how proud I am of you?” She asks and almost feels herself choke on the fondness in her chest. 

Her fingers soothe over the place she just kissed. Noah finds her free hand and tangles their fingers together. She pulls their joined hands up towards her lips.

“On occasion.” Noah kisses the backs of her fingers. 

“Can’t hurt if I show you too, hm?” 

“Would you?” Layla can feel her breath brushing against her fingers, “Please?”

Layla keeps their hands linked as she lowers herself back to her previous spot. She kisses along the waistband of her panties. The fabric is soft, just like Noah’s skin. She eases the garment down and Noah lifts her hips instinctively, allowing her to slide them down her legs. They disappear somewhere between the tousled up sheets, forgotten until they will shake up the sheets in the morning. Layla brings her lips to the soft skin just above her mound. She skirts around her centre and instead trails her kisses along the top of her thigh. Noah squirms a little when her lips brush against a little tender spot just by the inside of her thigh. Faint remnants of previous nights still litter the skin there. Mostly faded bruises left behind by her lips and fingers. 

One of Noah’s hands finds its way into her hair, not to tug, but to keep some of the curls away from her face. It’s selfish, though, because all Noah wants is to see her face. 

Layla scrapes her teeth against the inside of her thighs, drawing a pretty little whine from Noah. She’s so close to where Noah wants her, and really she has to force herself to stay away from her. 

“Baby.” She whines, tugging at her hair just a little. 

“You’ll get what you want.” A kiss to the inside of her thigh just below where she wants her, “Let me play with you a little first.” 

She pulls her hand away from Noah’s, only to be rewarded with another little whine. She brings her hand to her other thigh and gently pushes until Noah understands, and she can arrange her the way she wants. She’s beautiful like this, hair spread out around her head like some angelic vision of a woman. 

Mary Magdalene has nothing on her. 

Sometimes Layla wishes that others could see how beautiful she is when her head is stretched back like this, how absolutely addicting the sight of those long, elegant fingers wrung into their sheets is. They don’t get to see her like this, they don’t get to hear how softly she sighs when Layla draws a single finger through her folds. 

“You’re so wet already.” she says more to herself than to Noah. 

She knows that it’s not enough for her, but Layla is intent on drawing her pleasure out tonight. She draws her finger back down to dip into her for just a second. She takes her time, easing the tip of her finger into her. She whines with every slow drag, impatience lacing every breath she draws into her lungs. Noah’s hips shift, trying to find more friction. Layla stills her movements entirely at that. 

“Be good, my love.” She brings a kiss to her hip, “I told you that you’ll get what you want.”

Once she’s still again, Layla resumes her tortuously slow pace. She’s so pliable when they play like this. Her body slowly grows more relaxed, and Layla takes it as a sign to work a second finger into her. 

“Feel so good around my fingers.” She muses, “So soft, too.”

Another whine falls from Noah, and she clenches around Layla's fingers. She curls her fingers into her, keeps the pads of her fingers against that spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. 

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum on my fingers first.” 

She presses her thumb against her clit. Her pace is still so tortuously slow, but she can tell that Noah is getting closer. Her free hand rests against Noah’s waist, gently caressing the soft skin she finds there. 

Noah’s hand finds her thigh and grips into her until her nails dig into her skin.  

“Layla.” 

“I’m here baby. Let go for me. Let me see you.” 

“Please.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” Noah nods almost frantically at her words, “I know, darling. I know. Do you need a bit more?”

Another nod. 

She presses her fingers up against that soft little spot. At the same time, she speeds up the circles her thumb draws against her clit. It doesn’t take much of this to make her come undone. Layla watches as her body grows taut, as it wreaks through her. The barely there noises that fall from her lips are all too enticing. She feels her pulse around her fingers, feels her twitching beneath her thumb, belly rising with every slow breath under her palm. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” She leans down to kiss the top of her cheek, “So gorgeous when you cum for me.”

She works Noah through it until her hand wraps around Layla's wrist. She stops her movements, but holds her hand in place for a moment before she carefully removes her fingers from her. 

For a while, all that fills the air around them are Noah’s laboured breaths. Layla watches her, eyes sweeping across that lithe body. The pretty images that line her skin entrance her. Her skin shines with a thin sheen of sweat that makes her look even more otherworldly. She’s divine — Layla thinks. There’s no way that someone this beautiful is bound to the profane limitations of this world. 

Layla gives her some more time to recuperate before she leans down to kiss her again.  

“How are you feeling?” She asks softly, breath brushing against Noah’s lips.

She feels her hands wrapping around her middle, pulling her closer towards her, “You always make me feel so good.” Noah leans up to press her lips to Layla’s. 

“Up for a bit more?”

“I would hope that that wasn’t the end of it.”

Layla feels her smile against her lips. It’s dizzying, even when she can’t see her smile. 

“Cocky.” Layla returns the smile, “Let’s see how much you can take.” She lets her hands drift across the sides of Noah’s body, “Scoot up a little?”

Noah does as she’s told and moves herself up so that she’s properly resting against the pillow. Layla, still between her parted thighs, scoots a little further down until she can rest on her belly. 

She trails a few kisses up the insides of Noah’s thighs. Delicate little things that make her girl tremble just so. She’s so close to her now that she can already smell the remnants of her honey sweet release. 

She’s still so wet. And she squirms so deliciously when Layla draws a finger through the mess between her thighs. 

She gives a first tentative lick to her folds, gently draws the tip of her tongue across the soft flesh. 

“Oh baby.” She sighs against her. 

It’s reverent - filled with worship and admiration for the woman below her. The first taste always makes her head swim a little. She swipes her tongue through Noah's folds. The taste of her floods Layla’s senses. It’s addicting – sweet like lambrusco and just as intoxicating. She wraps her lips around her clit, sucks just enough to draw a gasp from her lips. When she looks up at Noah across the expanse of her body, she finds her already watching her. 

Noah finds Layla’s hand against her waist and tangles their fingers together once again. She sighs so softly when Layla laps at the little nub. This is her favourite part. She loves watching Noah unravel below her. It’s a slow, tortuous game, and she’s intent on making it even slower today. She needs to see her fall apart, needs to see her broken down to the barest of bones just so she can reassemble her again with the sweetest praise. 

She takes her time with it; allows herself to enjoy the sweet taste that floods into her mouth. If it didn’t mean she would never get to have her like this again, Layla would let herself drown in her. Sometimes she wishes that she could stay here forever. 

The world outside of them doesn’t matter. When they’re wrapped up like this, nothing else matters. Noah is so soft and sweet against her tongue. She continues to lap and suck at her; works her until she feels her thighs tremble and shake. It doesn’t take long for her to cum again. It never does when Layla gets her mouth on her. 

Layla pulls away, deciding to give her a little break. She diverts her attention back to the soft skin of her thighs. She finds herself lost in the way Noah moans above her when she sucks a pretty bruise into her skin. 

And another. 

And another. 

She doesn’t stop until Noah’s skin is littered in her marks. Layla looks up at her again. The sight sends a shiver down her spine. Her head is still tilted back, eyes pressed shut so tightly. The hand that isn’t entangled with her own rest against the softest part of her tummy. 

Layla runs her hand across Noah’s thigh until it rests up against her waist. She draws gentle circles over her skin, comforting little things that she knows soothe Noah’s mind. 

“How are you feeling?” she asks. 

Noah blinks up at her. Her eyes are a little damp already, but Layla knows that she can take a little more. 

She nods. 

“Words, my love.” 

A visible shiver runs through the length of Noah’s body. 

“I want more.” 

She can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so pretty and desperate for her. Layla drags her thumb against the pretty swollen nub of nerves. She gasps out a breath, hips coming up to find more friction. 

Layla brings her mouth back to core, draws the tip of her tongue along the length of her. She doesn’t give Noah too much time this time around and quickly works two fingers back into her. 

“Wish you could see yourself.” Layla speaks softly, “That pretty little pussy is all for me, isn’t it?” 

Noah’s cheeks somehow become even pinker as she tries to bury herself deeper into the pillow. Layla loves shoving it in her face, loves watching her writhe like that. 

“Maybe I should take a picture so you can see for yourself.”

She continues the steady rhythm of her fingers. It’s still slower than what she knows Noah needs. Layla wants to hear her ask for it first, she needs to hear those whimpered pleads before she gives her what she wants. 

The insides of Noah’s thighs shine with a mixture of her release and sweat. She’s trembling beneath Layla’s hands. When she works a third finger into her, Noah lets out a whine that shakes her to the core. 

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” Layla taunts, “God, you look so pretty stretched around my fingers. So fucking tight and wet.”

“Layla.” she whines. 

“I know, baby. I know. Is it too much?” 

Noah shakes her head, “Feels so good.” 

“Can you cum like this or do you need more?”

Her chest shakes with every breath, “More, please.”

“Good girl.” Layla presses a kiss to her tummy, “You’ve been so good for me.”

Another kiss to her tummy, lower this time. 

Layla trails another string of kisses from her navel down to where Noah really wants her. 

The taste of her fills her mouth. It’s so sweet and warm. She works her faster now, fingers mercilessly pressing up against her with every push. Layla decides then that she needs to taste her properly. 

Reluctantly, she pulls her fingers from her. Noah lets out a whine at the sudden lack of contact. Layla wraps her arm around Noah’s thigh; shifts her so that she can bury herself in her properly. 

She can feel her pulse against the flat of her tongue. Noah won’t last long. She’s trembling, thighs shaking around Layla's body. Above her, Noah whines so deliciously. 

She finds her hand again, gripping it so tightly that Layla thinks she’s about to break a bone. But she’s rewarded with the sweetest sounds. Noah’s body tenses, flexes. Layla stays where she is, burrows herself deeper into her. 

She can’t help herself, she has to feel more of her, has to feel her tighten around her fingers. 

When she briefly removes herself from Noah to work her fingers back into her, she finds her girl a little teary-eyed already. But that doesn’t deter her. Noah knows that all she has to do is say stop if it becomes too much. But Layla also knows that she likes balancing on the edge of too much. 

Noah’s not quite there yet, though. 

And Layla is determined to push her as far as she can. She keeps her face buried between Noah’s thighs; fingers working her at a harsh pace now. Noah’s thighs clamp down around her, drowning out most of the sounds her girl makes. 

It hits her suddenly. 

Layla feels her squeeze around her fingers; body tensing and bowing off the mattress. She doesn’t stop, though. She pulls herself away from Noah, but keeps her fingers working her through her orgasm. The moans that fall from Noah’s mouth are breathless. She whines, gasps so prettily when she returns her thumb to her clit. Layla keeps working her until Noah squeezes her hands, making her look up from where her fingers are still thrusting into her. 

Her mouth hangs open so sweetly, tear-stained cheeks all pretty and pink, brows are pulled together, chest heaving with every gasp that falls from her. 

Layla slows her movements down, carefully pulls her fingers from Noah. She scoots, so that she can cradle Noah’s face in her hands. She bends down to press a kiss to Noah’s cheek.

“All good, pretty girl?”

She’s blissed out, eyes somehow glassy and teary. Layla isn’t sure if her cheeks are glossy with sweat or tears. 

Noah nods “So good.” 

Another kiss to her cheek, “Think you know how proud I am of you now?”

“I’m gonna need to hear it a few more times, I think.” 

Layla pinches her side, “Be glad that I love you.” 

“I’m very glad that you love me.” Noah pulls her down for a kiss “I love you too.” she speaks against Layla’s lips. 

It doesn’t matter how often she hears it, it always makes her feel warm inside. 

“I’m gonna draw us a bath.” she says, still so close to Noah, “Or do you want to stay here for a bit longer?”

“Stay with me for a moment?” 

Layla can’t say no when Noah looks at her like that. And so she stays and holds her for a while longer, her hand carding through Noah’s hair until she grows restless. Layla is glad that they’ll have the weekend off, because she really doesn’t want to let Noah out of her sight just yet. If she could, they’d be here forever. 

Just the two of them in the comfortable warmth of their bedroom. She’ll have her dream for the weekend, and truth be told she’s glad for every moment they have.

[ceo-of-kimona]

Some Kimona headcannons for y’all to chew on.

I honestly don’t know if I can really come up with enough ideas for one of these posts but whenever I see someone else do one of these for a ship I like I go fucking bananas so this needs to be done.

• They often watch horror movies together. Kim usually doesn’t react to them that much other than a few snarky comments but Ramona does sometimes need to cling onto Kim’s arm if things get really messed up.

• Sometimes at super gory scenes she tends to stare at Kim like “you really watch this crap??” Partly out of judgement but mostly just so that she doesn’t have to watch the scene.

• Kim is more of a coffee person while Ramona is obviously a tea person. One time when they were bored and feeling silly, they tried to combine their tastes and brewed a concoction they called “cofftea”- a mix of black coffee and herbal tea. It went extremely badly.

• They now have an inside joke that whenver there’s some horrible concoction of booze and god knows what being served at a party one of them goes “hey at least it’s not cofftea!!” And then they both pretend to laugh hysterically in order to mess with people at the party.

• Whenever thanksgiving comes around, they tune into the dog show that happens after the Macy’s parade just to play a game called “how many rats could it take in a fight” where they judge each dog in the show by guessing how many rats it would take to defeat it.

• Gideon (cat) likes Kim a lot but weirdly enough he licks Kim’s hands whenever he can. Sometimes when she’s just resting her hand somewhere, he specifically comes into the room to just lick it. Kim is very annoyed by this but finds it just endearing enough to let him do it.

• Ramona is trying to teach Kim how to skate. Kim is a clutz so it’s not exactly going well

• Ramona and Kim regularly go to smashing rooms together (they’re these places where they give you some smashy weapons like hammers and bats and roll out a bunch of breakable stuff like old tvs for you to smash. They exist irl and are very cool).

• Ramona is very much prone to simulation sickness, i.e. getting really motion sick when playing video games. One time she tried out playing on a gameboy that Neil gave her for her birthday and after 45 minutes of playing she immediately needed to go throw up in the bathroom. Kim sat by her while she hurled into the toilet, patting her on the back occasionally.

• They are both chronic insomniacs, but in different ways. Ramona often just straight up cannot sleep, while Kim falls asleep fairly quickly but repeatedly wakes up in the middle of the night. They both have the same remedy for their insomnia when it happens, going downstairs and drinking some lemon soda. Whenever their insomnia syncs up and they see both of each other downstairs, they say hi and then both pretend that the other doesn’t exist (lovingly).

• they tend to gossip with each other about their exes (especially Scott). Kim tells dumb stories about Scott being a weirdo in high school and Ramona has gallons of scolding hot tea to share.

• Gideon attempted to reassemble the league in order to fight Kim, but none of them really wanted to fight her. Lucas felt bad about beating up a girl, Todd was too busy having his gay awakening to care about Ramona anymore, Roxie was already very good “friends” with Kim so she was an auto no-go, and the twins were just kinda over the whole league thing and were too busy with their music carreer, so the only one who showed up was Matthew. He proceeded to fight Kim in a very similar fashion to how he tried to fight Scott (crashing one of her gigs) but the two ended up having a heart to heart about how high school relationships can suck a lot and can still affect you into adult life. They both came out of it as better people and Matthew just kinda left. He strode into the sunset if you will.

• They nuzzle each other’s noses… a LOT.

I think that’s all I can come up with right now I think. If I do come up with more I’ll make another one of these I suppose. If any of you wanna submit hcs for me to put into a post send an ask please please please please

Special thanks to @subspace-surfer for helping me come up with some of these! Lil headcannons like this are surprisingly tricky for me to come up with. I specialize more with lengthy rants.

[bulletinboard-writings]

4 F's of February

Feast: Dialogue

It started as pickup lines, then some random bug got in my brain and the end of the month looks nothing like the rest... Regardless, enjoy and write responsibly.

"Want a raisin? No? How about a date?"

"You owe me a drink. Because when I saw you, I dropped mine."

"Let’s taco ‘bout how amazing you are over tacos and margaritas next week."

"Is your name Dunkin? Because I donut want to spend another day without you."

"We should go out for coffee sometime. Because I like you a latte."

"Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie."

"Know what's on the menu today? Me 'n u."

"Do you want some wine to go with this cheesy pickup line?"

"Is your name Chamomile? Because you look like a hot-tea."

"Let’s make a deal: I’ll cook you dinner if you cook me breakfast."

*with a rose in hand* "I just wanted to show this rose what true beauty is."

"Honey, you give new meaning to the defintion of edible."

"You really are eye candy 'cause you're giving my eyes cavities."

"My lips are Skittles, wanna taste the rainbow? "

"Are you a coffee person or a tea person?"

"Maybe we should talk about this later? Over dinner?"

"Have you ever tried (obscure restaurant)? Would you like to?"

"How can you eat after watching that?"

"Please don't tell me you're one of the people who bites their icecream..."

"Smells nice in here, shame we only came in here because it's raining cats and dogs."

"So, what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Is there anything on this menu that isn’t swimming in gravy?"

"For the record, no. That place wasn't worth the trip."

"I don't have much of a sweet tooth." -snarky friend- "But you have a crush on [Name]?"

"What is this even supposed to taste like? I can't put my finger on it."

"You wouldn't have slipped some pepper in my tea, would you?" *tense moment of silence* "LIAR!"

"Remind me why I'm going through this much effort for a coffee."

"All I want to do is go home, binge my shows, and eat chips... is that too much to ask?"

Here are a few extras for anyone who wants them.

Those tense moments before/after placing an order.

"So... do you come here often?"

Small talk with the server (or a whole therapy session with the southern hospitality type)

"Ow. I can't believe I bit my tongue."

"You ever have a headache so bad, you can't eat? Even when you know the problem is that you haven't eaten... the monotonous task of chewing just makes it worse."

Buy me a Kofi?

[acacia-may]

Let’s pour some salt together, Acacia~!/lh 💖

If it’s not too much trouble, can I ask #7 generally, #10 for Fairy Tail and Black Clover, and finally #25 for Demon Slayer?

It’s several questions and a bit all over the pl s so I hope you don’t mind… 😅

Cheers, Erika! 🥂 Thanks for the chance to get a little bit salty about so many different things! ^^

Necessary disclaimer above the cut: These are just my own personal opinions based on my personal tastes, perceptions, and feelings regarding the series, stories, and characters and their relationships. I genuinely have the utmost respect and absolutely no ill will towards anyone who has a different opinion than me. In fact, I have always said that one of the greatest things about fandom is that we can all experience and perceive these amazing stories and characters in very different ways but still love them. Even some of my dearest fandom friends enjoy different pairings than me or see our shared favorite characters in wildly different ways than I do. I personally find it very rewarding to have respectful conversations about our differences of opinion, and I hope that my opinions will also be respected. Also, I don't vibe with just mindless bashing things, so even though this is about to get very salty and a little snarky, I'll try to keep it respectful and all in good fun. I am not tagging anything and am hiding my thoughts under the cut so you all don't have to be subjected to my hot takes and "Salty Acacia," if you don't want.

MAJOR Spoilers for Demon Slayer below the cut. You've been warned.

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?

ATTACK ON TITAN/SNK. My sister says I need a swear jar because I can just rant for hours about how I was just so personally, viscerally disappointed with how that series ended (made all the worse because I had several years of investment in it). As a disclaimer, I still like my favorite characters and the side story "No Regrets" will always be **Chef's Kiss** but yeah...you could not pay me to watch or read it ever again.

But again, disclaimer, that's just me. It's my cousin's favorite anime of all time, and he loved the ending. Everyone's different.

As for anything else from fandoms I actually talk about...I'm not sure there is anything. Like everyone with an online presence, I have definitely been disturbed, appalled, and otherwise very upset by things I've seen on the internet, but that's what the block button is for (and I know it's all peace, love, & good vibes around here, but I block aggressively, actively, and unapologetically when the situation warrants it). As a general rule though, I try not to let what other people think get to me and ruin the things I love, and in that way, I don't think I have ever had a situation where something was just completely 100% ruined for me by a terrible fic, toxic fandom, or anon hatred ect. ect. I have certainly distanced myself from certain pairings and certain fandoms because of that, but I wouldn't say any of them have ever reached the level of "I can't stand it now." If anything, I sometimes feel a little contrary and dig my heels in on that thing in a petty revenge, "Well in that case, I'll just like this more" kind of way, if that makes sense?

All of that said, I have no patience for nasty, toxic fandom environments, and I stay away from those even if it's a media I really like i.e. you mentioned MHA in one of your salty asks...I wrote my one platonic friendship fic and got the hell outta there (nothing bad happened to me but it just wasn't worth it to take any chances). But that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it in real life and sometimes talk about it with my sisters and irl friends. I just don't want to discuss it online. It's not worth the headache & drama.

I definitely get fandom fatigue sometimes where the aggressiveness and toxicity of the fans of a certain pairing or character I already don't like just intensifies my dislike for that thing. But that's really only ever happened with things I already don't like or don't have an opinion on at all, which I don't think that really fits the prompt here.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

Fairy Tail: The anime-only Celestial Spirit Arc by a landslide. It was so boring and had so many pacing issues. I literally fell asleep during it and didn't even both going back. I'm also super bitter towards that arc because my sister got so bored during it that she quit the anime (right before getting the best arc Tartaros). I keep begging her to pick it up again and just skip the stupid Celestial Spirit Arc but she swears she is a completionist and would never be able to do it. So yeah. Can't stand that one! The only positive thing I could remotely say about it was that Levy on the game show was kind of entertaining, but overall the whole arc was kind of just like a boring bizarre dream I'd like to forget about.

For arcs that appeared in both the anime and manga, I really didn't like that flute arc (which a google search has informed me is actually called the "Eisenwald Arc"). I'm glad we got Gray and Erza introduced as characters, but the arc had a lot of pacing issues and just went on for way too way, imo. They could've wrapped things up a lot faster, also I just didn't get the whole "evil flute" thing--it was really random and kind of bizarre (also not the most well thought out plan in the world). I will say this arc gets more points than the Celestial Spirit Arc because my sister and I had so much fun making Kokushibo flute jokes.

Black Clover: Gotta go with the anime only arc here too because again, it was boring and didn't have a lot of bearing on the series as a whole. It also felt like a major let down after the high stakes of the Elf Arc. Honestly just not a fan of that one.

If I had to pick a manga arc...uh...I honestly don't know. Maybe the Sosshi village arc? But only because I thought it was better in the anime where they really took the time to flesh out Magna's backstory. It felt more rushed in the manga, but I don't dislike it as much as that anime only one.

If I can pick a character arc, freaking FINRAL'S!! Like what happened here?! It was so, so good...until it wasn't. I JUST CAN'T WITH THE AMOUNT OF REGRESSION. It makes me want to beat my head against the wall even more than he is! But I think this was about story arcs, not characters arc so I'll refrain from ranting here.

25. Would you change the ending of Demon Slayer?

This is kind of a complicated one. My sister and I were just talking about this because she feels there was too much character death, but I feel it was a justified and appropriate amount for the high stakes of the series (even if it was devastating). So for the sake of this discussion, let's assume that the author had a "character death quota" (or a set number of characters who were going to be killed off by the end of the series). If that was the case, I would have axed Uzui at the end of the Entertainment District Arc and saved Genya in the final arc.

If there was a believable/reasonable way that Muichiro could have gone into god-mode and defeated Kokushibo without dying, I would have saved him too, having Uzui take his "death slot." Then I would have saved Genya by having Sanemi die to protect him (which would have been a much more satisfying ending to his arc, in my opinion).

As sad as the other deaths were (*weeps about ObaMitsu*) Muichiro and Genya were children. While it's realistic for them to die, it's especially tragic, and if I got to rewrite the ending, I would prioritize saving them.

Though to be perfectly fair, I would have been much happier with the ending if Uzui had died in the Entertainment District Arc and any of our heroes who died in the final battle survived instead. I'll forever be salty that Uzui of all people somehow managed to survive to the end when so many others did not, especially since his arc had already wrapped up and him dying in the Entertainment District would have been a satisfying conclusion to his story whereas so many other characters who did get axed had storylines that felt unfinished (Genya especially).

Also, Himejima should have played the flute at Kokushibo causing him to lose his cool in the infinity castle so much faster. I'm really upset this didn't happen. (Kidding but I would’ve loved to see him just go completely unhinged over the flute. I make way too many Kokushibo flute jokes…)

[gffa]

Buncha scattered thoughts about trying out some different TV shows and whether or not I’d recommend them so far: - The Last of Us, with only a basic understanding of the plot of the games, I’m otherwise going in basically blind on this one and I’ve been enjoying the HBO adaptation a ton so far!  Very much at the top of the “if you’re looking for a show to binge and don’t mind horror and sad stories, TO WATCH” list!  The chemistry of the characters and the stunning scenery and well-paced scenes makes it thoroughly watchable. - Shrinking, I’ll give pretty much anything Bill Lawrence produces a shot (Scrubs, Cougar Town, Ted Lasso) and I’m charmed from the first episode.  You’ll always get fun banter and funny dialogue, but I’m already engaged with the characters because he has a way of writing snarky characters who still have a ton of heart.  The therapist’s hot mess of a life is offset by how genuinely he cares about his patients, openly and honestly.  I am a sucker for people who banter but aren’t afraid to put their heart on their sleeve. - The Light in the Hall, which I can’t talk about without spoiling the ending, but I wound up disappointed by this one.  The story is fairly predictable and the acting is top-notch, but I was frustrated by [redacted] being the only [redacted] and of course they end up being the murderer, all in service of making a woobie out of the [redacted].  It left a bad taste in what was otherwise a strong show. - Poker Face, I am not Rian Johnson’s biggest fan, but I like his work a lot more when he seems to be writing a love letter to a genre that he wants to pay homage to, to build a tribute to it, rather than subvert it.  I like that it’s quirky but keeps a lid on the amount of it, it feels like it’s having fun with the concept of this version of Columbo, and it knows that you’re here to watch Natasha Lyonne do her thing and it loves watching Natasha Lyonne do her thing, too. - His Dark Materials, which I love the adaptation, having never read the books it still feels like you can tell they were adapted with love and it works as a coherent storyline.  The actors are incredible, each of them are great on their own, but then having fantastic chemistry with each other, and I’m very taken with the themes of the story, around religion and knowledge and free will and independent thought.  Sprinkle in that the main character gets to be an angry, often messy, often very loud about her feelings character, and I’m in. - The Price of Glee, I went into this one hoping that it would at least be something of a tell-all about what went on behind the scenes, because I bet that would be fucking wild, given what we already know.  But after the first episode and skimming the later ones, it seems to be focused more on (as the title suggests) how much it cost these people to be part of it.  Which, you know, fair.  But not quite what I was looking for, so I’ve set it aside for now. - The Owl House, 10/10 no notes.  It’s been so satisfying to see a lot of character arcs come to fruition, even if the season has been massively truncated.  Luz’s struggle between which world she wants to stay in, the maturation of her relationship with Amity, the reconnection with her mother, all of that is fantastic.  The acknowledgement of Willow’s feelings and the support she gets from her friends, Hunter’s willingness to open up about his own feelings, also so much good.  Worldbuilding bits and pieces with the Collector and that I’m already engaged with wanting that poor kid to have better influences, yeah, that’s the stuff. - Three Pines, which I mostly picked up because I like Alfred Molina and he is indeed very charismatic and warm in this series, which has some pretty scenery and a very cozy feeling.  I’ve never read the books this is based on, but it feels like the show very much knew that it wanted to be a charming little murder mystery series with a connective throughline and it was exactly that.  I wouldn’t call it light-hearted, it has some lovely emotional weight, it has characters who very openly care about others, but I would still say it was a very warm show. - Avenue 5, which got off to a bit of a rocky start in its second season for me, but by the end of it, I was enjoying the absolute flaming trainwreck the whole thing is and how, when you lean into the chaos along with the show, it’s pretty hilarious.  I love the characters and I want to know where it’s going from here, I’m going to be so pissed if HBO doesn’t renew it for a third season. - The Sex Lives of College Girls, I enjoyed the first season of the show enough to binge the whole thing and I liked the girls’ friendships with each other and it felt like there was a lot of heart here.  I don’t know what happened with the second season, if it’s me or the show but nothing felt like it was clicking anymore and I finally had to drop it.  First season is adorable, totally worth watching as a stand-alone show!  Second season, idk maybe others liked it more than I did! - Criminal Mind Evolution, I was willing to pick this show back up again because I still have fondness for the actors and the characters, but after two episodes I had to rage quit.  The writing just isn’t working for me, its leaning into everything I grew to be frustrated with or outright hate about the original and even a character like Garcia’s warmth feels forced and unearned.  Dropped and will not be going back.

[dragonuv3]

Rhaya Headcanons

I’m at work, bored, and the brainworms are in full force with this bean. So it’s time to blurb some random facts with him!

Fishing is an important hobby for Rhaya, be it line or net fishing. It’s not for sport, but it gives him a nostalgic joy to it, as it’s one of the last connections to his parents he remembers vividly

Coupled with the last fact, give him a frayed net and he’ll fix it. A line and he’ll have at least three knots to tie a hook to it for. He can’t teach it back worth a damn, but he just… knows.

Rhaya collects souveniers from every trip he goes on. From clothes, to instruments, weapons, knick knacks, doodads, snowglobes, ESPECIALLY snowglobes, he collects it all. His room’s a tad cluttered from it all, honestly, but they serve as physical memories for his travels.

Rhaya’s go to food is anything spicy, but he will eat just about anything without a second thought.

His favorite drinks however? Number two is coffee. The caffeine do nothing for him, but he really likes how there’s a suble taste difference depending on who brews it and where. His absolute favorite drink is Catnip Tea. For reasons.

Rhaya’s a sore loser, but not in a bad way. Since he started learning to use swords, he gets estatic at the thought of losing a duel with a more skilled opponent. It just means he get to try/learn something new and rematch them. IMMEDIATELY. He’s such a good sport about it that it’s hard for people to say no, but they ended up putting a limit on how many times he could do rematches at the dueling clubs he and his master went to.

Rhaya doesn’t hold grudges… with anything done to himself. He’s usually one to live and let live and forget the wrong people have done to him short of physical harm.

Sleights against his friends and loved ones, however, and at the least you’ll get a snarky and petty possum who will get under your skin and inconvenience you in creative ways. If he chooses violence… he’s quick and to the point on getting his pound of flesh on someone’s behalf.

Rhaya’s dense when it comes to love, both to the feelings of others and his own. But his love language tends to bleed through with spending time with someonr, displays of affection, taking an interest in their hobbies, sparring with them, and gifting souveniers. There would be a distinct difference in how he’d treat someone as opposed to his other friends.

Rhaya wouldn’t wear matching color socks.

If it wasn’t obvious, if it were modern times, Rhaya would be a ska possum. Or a ska punk possum. Some combination of it.

Cuttlefish creep Rhaya out. He can’t explain it, but his mind decided that THAT’S the one ‘nope’ thing for him.

Due to Rhaya’s… interesting situation on who raised him, certain things that seem like common sense to most seem.. weird to him. Not casting magic by stabbing people. Not eating random bugs and plants that you know are edible just because. People not cracking jokes and flirting while in danger. …Okay, the last one is understandable.

Rhaya loves puzzles. Has a love hate relationship with jigsaw puzzles, however. He tends to use the motif of missing or found pieces a lot.

Rhaya’s a tactile and visual learner. He can hear something explained to him and it may leave him within the next hour. Seeing things, writing things down, experiencing it, and experimenting helped him develop the skills that he has now.

He’s a biter. I will not elaborate.

Rhaya can be upside down for several hours with no consequences.

Whenever Rhaya gives someone a gift, it’s usually something well thought out. And may involve him shadowing someone to be sure that the gift he has planned will work. They will remember the intent, so he has to be sure to leave an impact.

Rhaya doodles in his journal to help punctuate entries.

Rhaya has an interest in the language of flowers. He can’t tell you full specifics, but he remembers a certain combination of flowers he always gets for someone. She seems to like it a lot when he delivers them.

That’s all for now. I can do more, but I might going into spoiler territory. So I’ll leave all these for now. …I really cannot wait for these sessions to be weekly.

[spacerangersam]

I've been thinking about patjulian for a while now and I was wondering if I could have some hcs? I don't mind them being for certain aus or just in general at this point I'll take any

you absolutely can, I'm more than happy to talk about them

bi4bi couple, truly

They’re very much ‘I could fix him’ vs’Ii can make him worse’ couple and they’re both right

Pat encourages Julian to be a bit more thoughtful, a bit kinder, while Julian cheers Pat on to be more snarky and stand up for himself more

Though Pat would hate to admit it, he kinds of likes how he’s allowed to be a bit mean, a bit angry, a bit bitter around Julian without having to worry about upsetting anyone

If he says something rude, Julian’s just going to laugh and it’s kind of refreshing, having someone he doesn’t have to be happy around 24/7

Julian likes it too, getting to see a side of him that most others don’t 

They both have similar tastes in music and can enjoy a good jam session to a bit of ABBA. They would also both enjoy Mamma Mia and they would both cry at the end, even if Julian would vehemently deny it 

(in a living au, Pat always has tissues on hand whenever they watch movies just for this, because if there is a sad moment, no matter how short or mishandled, they will both be crying)

I am also of the opinion that they would both really enjoy watching James Bond movies together - it’s got plenty of 

Julian falls first. This is so important to me, I cannot stress enough how important it is to me that, regardless of the au, Julian falls first, and he falls hard

He has a week-long crisis, both sexuality and just a general panic about it being Pat of all people where he just, hides away and panics 

Pat falls slower and later, and when he does eventually have that Oh moment, it still takes like a good month for him to catch on that Julian likes him too. Even then, it’d only be because someone else told him, to his face, yes, he likes you (probably Robin)

He tries to brush it off with excuses at first - oh, I’m probably the only one he thinks would allow this, i’m convenient, etc - and then goes onto assuring himself it’s just a fling, a hasty crush, someone prettier will come along and Julian will move on, and then like a year passes and he tells himself it’s only time before Julian gets bored and cheats and that’s fine, that’s okay, because it won’t be a surprise like with Carol, he knows what kind of person Julian is and there’s a sense of comfort in that

But it never happens

It probably takes like another four months before they’re forced to have a very awkward conversation about it and it finally sinks in that yes, Julian is around for the long haul

Despite what it might seem like, Julian is the more tactile partner, always putting an arm around Pat’s shoulder or a hand on his back, throwing his legs over Pat’s lap etc

Pat uses every pet name under the sun and Julian acts like he finds them all disgustingly soppy, but he doesn’t, he absolutely doesn’t 

Julian only has one, dear, and at the beginning, he would only ever dare use it when they’re completely alone and Pat’s already like, fast asleep

(sometimes, Pat would only pretend to be asleep in hopes Julian might say it)

Pat’s a dog person, Julian’s a cat person, and in a living au they’d definitely end up with both a cat and the dog (ironically though, the cat prefers Pat and the dog, Julian)

Also, Pat would do all the cleaning in the house, Julian all the cooking. Why a rich kid would know how to cook is beyond Pat, but Julian is really good at it so he has no complaints 

All the ghouls are baffled by this relationship and very concerned on Pat’s behalf- except Robin. He’s had to sit through all of Julian’s whining and moping and so knows it’s not just some joke or trick, and is very glad for it to be over

Julian tries to teach Pat how to play chess, but Pat is so bad at it. They settle for playing snakes and ladders, or monopoly 

I don’t think they’d ever get married (two failed marriages between them are enough, thank you very much) but they would exchange rings, a little promise between them without all the flash and drama

I'm going to stop here because if I don't, this could end up being like, 5 pages worth of notes asdfg

[kirk-says-wah]

Your works are lovely. Please, I love drama, angst, and fluff. May I get a request.

AU

Relationship: James/Dave (They live together)

Past Relationship: Dave/David Ellefson

Characters: David Ellefson, Marty Friedman, Gar Samuelson, Chris Poland

Scenario: Dave's old college friends Junior, Marty, Gar, and Chris decide to get together after years of not seeing each other. James comes along to meet them for the first time.

___________

Side note:

I love a jealous and angry James. And a bratty Dave. I'm hoping that it can kind of be a thing where James realizes he doesn't really know much about Dave's past. He also feels left out of their conversation, and he also gets extremely jealous of learning that Dave's ex is junior. Maybe have Junior and Dave flirt a bit. Lmao. And have Dave ignore him sometimes. Kind of like a slow burn of James starting out happy, and by the end of the meeting, he is angry and upset with Dave.

In the end, if they could have angry make-up sex that would be great 😅

I hope I didn't write too much. My apologies if I did. 🙂

Thank you!! This was a really long ask so I hope I did it justice!

You can also read it on ao3 here

James has never seen the point of reunions.

When he got an invite to his own college reunion, he’d dumped it straight in the trash because why the fuck would he want to meet up with people he hasn’t seen in over a decade. Especially because the only friend he still has from college is Cliff.

Which is why he’s beyond annoyed when Dave waves a flashy invite in his face, smile all wide and snarky.

“I know how much you love reunions,” Dave says.

James just flashes him a warning look because no please don’t ask me to go please-

“It’s says I can bring a plus one.”

James sets his jaw, his teeth digging into his tongue.

“No.”

Dave just rolls his eyes, hanging the invite on the fridge with a Double Dip magnet.

“I don’t fucking care. I’m not going alone so you’re coming with.”

James just sighs. Dave turns to him and slides his hands around his waist, gently bringing him closer.

“It’s not that bad,” he says. “And I’ll make sure to find you a suit that hugs your perfect ass.”

Hands grope James’s ass, squeezing his cheeks, and he flushes, though he does his best to keep looking annoyed.

Dave just smirks, leaning in to kiss him softly.

“And besides, that way I get to flaunt you round for everyone to see.”

James pouts, though he can’t help but lets his hands skate along Dave’s hips.

“I’m not your fucking trophy wife.”

Dave hums, reaching up to tuck a piece of hair behind James’s ear.

“You’re right. You’re my fucking trophy husband.”

He kisses James before the younger man can answer, hands still cupping his cheeks through his trousers.

James just brings in Dave by the waist, relishing in the taste of his lips against his own, only for the kiss to be broken with a harsh slap to his butt.

He yelps and Dave laughs.

“And don’t you fucking forget it.”

— —

The hall is packed and James feels stupid in his stupid fucking suit. Dave’s hand is warm against his waist, but it does little to quell the panic in his chest.

This is a part of Dave James has never known. They met after college, and so James only knows snippets here and there of Dave’s college life.

But still, he can do this. He can do this for Dave.

Dave snags them two drinks from the buffet table, and James has to try hard not to down it in one.

Dave pats the small of his back lightly, attracting James’s attention, and that’s when he spots a small group of guys making their way over to them.

James downs his drink.

Dave turns a little, lips brushing James’s ear.

“Be nice,” he whispers, and James doesn’t really know what the fuck that means because he’s usually the most civil out of the two of them.

God knows how many times James has had to diffuse a conversation because Dave has a habit of letting his anger get the better of him. So he feels a bit put out that Dave would think he’d do something to upset him.

“Dave,” a smaller guy shouts, grabbing Dave by the shoulder, pulling him away from James. James watches a little on edge at the way this new guy pulls Dave against him, and how Dave goes willingly, encasing each other in a swift hug.

Jealousy lines James’s tongue but he stays quiet, casually reaches over to put his arm around Dave’s waist.

It obviously isn’t that casual though because Dave pulls away from the other guys and throws James a reassuring glance.

“James, this is Junior,” Dave says, gesturing to the smaller man. “Junior, this is my boyfriend, James.”

Hearing Dave call him his boyfriend would usually make James all gooey and soft, but something about this Junior guy has him on edge.

Junior just smiles at him, holds a hand out. James eyes him for a second before taking his hand, his grip maybe a bit too tight.

“And this is Chris, Gar and Marty. All old friends from college,” Dave says, gesturing at the rest of the group.

“Who you calling old?” Marty says, punching Dave lightly in the shoulder.

James just feels awkward. It’s almost like he’s invading, trespassing onto a part of Dave’s life he has no right to.

Dave’s hand eventually finds his own, squeezing it gently as he talks to the guys, the five of them reminiscing over a time where James wasn’t a part of Dave’s life.

The more they talk, the more James just wants to go home. He feels so out of place, and his suit is stuffy and rigid. The only upside to any of this is seeing Dave looking almost sinful in his almost too tight suit. The way it hugs his beefy arms, his juicy ass. The way his red hair lies perfectly across his shoulders, his lips-

“James?”

James snaps out of his trance, realising he’d spaced out of the conversation completely. Mostly because he didn’t feel involved anyways.

Dave is looking at him, eyes seeming to search for something.

“Why don’t you go and get another drink?”

He knows Dave means well, probably thinking it will help to have a distraction, but James can’t help but feel like it’s a rejection. Dave’s hand slips from his waist and James nods.

He walks away in search of a drink, hoping for something strong, hearing Dave’s voice drown out in the hall.

He really just wants to go home. He doesn’t feel like speaking to anyone. And he doesn’t feel like speaking to Dave either. He knows it’s unfair but he just can’t help but think maybe Dave would’ve had a different life if he’d stayed with his friends. Maybe he wouldn’t need James. Or want him.

He scuffs his shoe a little on the slippy hall floor, almost tripping, and feels shame creep up to the tips of his ears when people peek around to stare at him.

Stupid dress shoes. Stupid hall floor. Stupid fucking reunion.

He finally feels a little bit better when he spots a bar on the other side of the room. He’s sick of the champagne. He needs a beer.

The bartender probably can tell he’s not doing great because a beer is placed in front of him before he can even order.

He looks up gratefully, handing him a few bucks and the bartender gives a soft smile.

“Rough night?”

James scoffs, takes a swig of his beer.

“You have no idea.”

He doesn’t know how long he lingers by the bar, but soon he’s on his second beer and thinks it’s probably a good time to seek Dave out again.

He grabs his beer and heads back into the crowd, tries to search out a mop of red hair.

It’s when he finally spots Dave that someone bumps into him.

“Oh sorry dude.”

He turns a little to see the same guy from before, Junior or something. Junior smiles, maybe a little too wide, and James realises he’s trying to reel him in. He’s not on for conversations, but he tries his best.

“You having a good night?” Junior says, bumping his fist lightly with his own beer. James holds in a grimace, rocking on his feet a little.

“S’alright I guess.”

Junior just nods, taking a swig of his beer.

“Dave’s looking really good.”

That comment makes James’s eyebrows raise around his beer.

“I think you’re really good for him. He wasn’t like this when I was with him.”

James promptly chokes on his beer.

He coughs, and Junior just looks on slightly amused.

“I’m sorry?”

“Me and him were a thing back in the day. Did he not tell you?” Junior says all innocently, fingers fiddling with the neck of his beer.

“Um… no. No he never mentioned that,” James stutters. He fucking knew it. He knew there was something off about Junior, about the way he hugged Dave and the way Dave hugged him back.

Fucking bastard.

“Well, he’s definitely looking great, man. You look good together.”

And James would believe that if Dave hadn’t spent the night talking to his ex.

James finds he doesn’t really have words anymore so he just nods, knocking back the rest of his beer as Junior pats his arm before drifting back into the crowd.

James doesn’t know if it’s what’s just happened or the alcohol, but he feels like a fool. Maybe Dave would’ve been better off with Junior. Maybe Dave wants Junior back. It definitely feels that way thinking about how Dave’s hands had lingered on Junior, how Dave had lit up at the sight of him.

He sure as shit knows why Dave told him to be nice now.

Fuck that.

He spots Dave again in the crowd speaking to Marty and he trudges over. Dave spots him almost immediately and James watches his smile drop, excusing himself away from Marty.

“What’s wrong?” Dave says when James approaches. James just grinds his jaw because he’s not in the fucking mood for this.

“We’re leaving,” he bites, and yeah, he regrets that as soon as it leaves his mouth but he’s a stubborn bastard and doesn’t give up when Dave gives him a foreign look.

“We’ve hardly been here. Just stay with me for a while,” Dave says, reaching out to smooth his hand over James’s bicep, likely to try and diffuse the situation, which is kind of comical coming from Dave of all people.

“No I wanna leave,” James replies, stiff under Dave’s touch.

Dave’s demeanour changes then.

“Can you not fucking make this about you for once? I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks.”

James scoffs, crossing his arms.

“Yeah I can fucking see why.”

Dave’s face scrunches up and he steps forward.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

James holds his ground, Dave’s breath hot against his face. It occurs to him that they’ve attracted an audience but he doesn’t care. He’s too pissed off.

“Y’know what?” Dave seethes. “Go wait in the fucking car. I’ll be out when I’m goddamn ready.”

James wants to argue back that that’s the fucking problem, he doesn’t want to leave Dave alone with Junior, but Dave’s expression is dark, deathly so, and James knows he’s not gonna win this one.

Instead, he swiftly turns his back and heads for the car, face like thunder as he wades through the crowd.

— —

Dave takes over an hour to come out, and in that time James sobers up a little and feels guilt clog up his throat.

In hindsight, he realises maybe he’d been a little too harsh. Maybe he’d let the knowledge of Dave and Junior being a thing in the past get to his head.

Which is why he’s not surprised that when Dave finally does show, he doesn’t even look at James as he gets into the passenger. He buckles himself in in silence, and James swallows the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry-“

“Save it,” Dave snaps, eyes trained out of the window. James guesses Dave probably doesn’t want to speak to him right now, so he starts the truck and starts driving.

It only takes twenty minutes to get home, and they spend it in near silence, the only sound being from the radio as it drawls the news on low.

James has a mixture of shame, guilt and anger pulsing through him by the time they get home, and it’s made all the more worse when Dave practically legs it from the car before letting himself in, shutting the front door behind him.

James just takes a deep breath, lets his forehead rest against the wheel. He really should go in there and apologise. He knows he should. But then he remembers Dave’s face when Junior had hugged him and all of a sudden he feels angry again.

He slams the truck door before going inside, finding Dave chugging a beer in the front room.

Dave finally looks at him, though his expression is off, something James can’t place.

“Come to say sorry?”

James breathes a laugh through his nose, condescending and brutal.

“Like fuck I am.”

Dave’s jaw goes rigid and he crushes the beer in his hand before throwing it to the floor.

“What’s your fucking problem?”

“My problem?” James starts, stepping forwards. “I wasn’t the one eye fucking someone else all night.”

Dave just looks confused, but it’s like a red rag to a bull.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

James grits his teeth.

“It means you spent the night wishing you were fucking someone else.”

Dave scoffs then, finally catching on.

“Is this about Junior?”

James doesn’t reply but Dave steps forwards anyway, getting right in his face.

“You think because I spoke to someone other than you that I must want to fuck them?”

“He’s your ex,” James points out but Dave just makes an irritated noise, hand tugging at his hair.

“From a fucking decade ago,” Dave shouts, hands coming up to tug at the lapels of James’s jacket.

“You didn’t fucking tell me.”

“I don’t think I’d have to,” Dave replies.

Their chests are pressed against each other and Dave’s breath is hot on James’s face.

“You think I’d have picked Junior over you, don’t you?” Dave says after a moment, though his voice has a soft edge to it.

“Don’t you hear how delusional that sounds?”

“It doesn’t seem that delusional with the way you touched each other,” James replies and Dave seethes, pushing him back into the wall behind him. Dave keeps his body flush to James, fists turning white in his jacket as he presses him into the wall.

“It was a fucking hug. Get over yourself.”

James can’t help it then when he smashes their lips together. Their teeth clack and Dave makes a confused noise, though his grip on James doesn’t let up.

The kiss is brutal but eventually Dave opens his mouth, lets James taste him, their tongues swirling together. James’s hands dig bruises into Dave’s waist before Dave finally pulls away, gripping James’s chin between his fingers.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” Dave sneers, but he kisses James again anyway. It’s dominant and hungry, and James finds he’s struggling to keep up.

When they pull away, James finally gets his feet under him again and abruptly switches their positions, hearing Dave’s back smack against the wall.

He noses at Dave’s jaw, hearing his chest heave, before forcing a leg between his thighs.

Dave unconsciously rubs down against his thigh, and James smirks, reaching up to grip onto red hair.

“Now, you’re gonna cum on my cock and my cock only, got it?”

“Fuck you,” Dave spits breathlessly. James yanks on his hair, liking the soft groan he gets in response.

“No one’s ever gonna fuck you as good as I do,” James says, reaching down with his other hand to palm Dave through his jeans. He doesn’t know where this newfound confidence is coming from, but it pulses inside him with every bout of anger.

Dave’s eyes roll back before he regains himself, still defiant as ever.

“Fuck. You,” he manages, ending on a whimper as James presses especially hard over the head of his cock.

“What was that?”

James presses down harder and Dave whines, bucking against the heel of his palm.

James smirks, leaning forwards to trace his tongue over the curve of Dave’s jaw.

“You’re mine, Dave. All fucking mine,” James murmurs, possessiveness leaking into his words as he punctuates them with a kiss, feeling Dave practically sag in his arms, and it’s then that he realises that Dave must really want otherwise he would’ve left him at that party and gone with Junior instead.

“I already know that,” Dave bites out. “Fucking your fault for ever doubting me.”

James flattens his hand against Dave’s clothed cock before reaching up, pressing his palm against Dave’s jaw.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have made me so jealous.”

Dave scoffs, fingers leaving bruises on James’s waist.

“Fuck you.”

“I think you’ll find it’ll be me fucking you,” James replies, ghosting his lips over Dave’s before dragging his bottom lip between his teeth.

It makes Dave writhe a little, humping down onto James’s thigh.

“Get a fucking grip, Hetfield,” Dave spits, though his hands claw at James’s back, egging him on.

“Oh I intend to,” James says, tracing his teeth down over Dave’s Adam’s Apple.

“But first I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Dave moans slightly, finally giving in.

“Hurry up then.”

James smirks.

[harleiquina]

All TV series I've ever seen III

1940 - 1970

1980 -2000

2010 - now (this post)

2010 - Mike & Molly

Sitcom with some funny jokes... got lost at season 3 maybe... I don't know.

I know some people can't stand Melissa McCarthy but what I can't stand is the typical jokes of "well she's fat so she has to be eating in every scene or making a big deal about food" as it happens in Ghostbusters.

2011 -Once upon a time

At first I thought it was a silly premise (and maybe it is) but I do like fairytales twisted over and over again to create something new.

I stopped watching around season 5... because I was watching it through Sony (LatAm) and they started to play it dubbed and the voices were horrible.

I should pick it up someday.

2011 - 2 broke girls

Yet another sitcom that sometimes lands and others don't. Good enough to watch when there's nothing else available.

2011 - Person of Interest

A man creates a system (AI?) that can identify a criminals so hires someone to take care of them. I might've watched two seasons... then I lost track.

2013 - The Blacklist

James Spader has one of the best voices in the planet and when he plays a snarky a-hole he's at his best. The first two season were great... then I lost track and all the sudden they are ending the show after 10 seasons. I have a lot to catch up.

2013 - The Goldbergs

I might've been born in 1992 but thanks to mom and my aunts I grew up with in the '80s so this show was made for me... or so I thought. Some things are cringy, once Adam grows up the whole nerdy thing isn't as funny but it's ok... ish.

2013 - Father Brown

You can never be wrong with Chersterton's creation. Altough as all british TV shows it can be a little too slow for my taste.

2016 - Nafta Súper (Argentina)

The whole thing started with a simple question: what would've happened if Superman fell in a poor neighbourhood in Buenos Aires instead of the Kent's farm? This was the premise for Kriptonita a book that presented the DC heroes in their argentinean versions. But beware since they are outlaws and not always do good (but compared to our police they aren't as bad)... it is kinda hard to root for them. I mean Nafta Súper (is the name of a type of gasoline you get here) got his name because whenever he had to meet with other crime bosses he would carry gasoline with him and set them on fire if they didn't agree with his views 🤷🏻‍♀️

The movie was a good enough hit, so the TV show was meant to happen and expand the universe. Each episode focuses in one of the members of the Justice League (El Federico/Batman, Lady Di/Wonder Woman, El Faisán/Green Lantern, Ráfaga/Flash) while they all look for Nafta Súper/Superman that, after the end of the movie, is hiding.

As I said, it is hard to root for them but I have to give it to the creatives with all the clever ways to twist this heroes and villains so they fit in our culture. And I do like El Federico & Corona (Batman and The Joker) they are the highlight of the show for me.

2016 - Анна, детектив (Anna, detective -Russia)

Do you remember Medium? Have you ever thought how it could've been set in the early 1900s in a backwater town in Russia? Well now you don't have to!

Anna Mironova is a young woman that always had psychic abilities but they would come and go during childhood. Now this abilities are back around the same time the Officer Shtolman is assigned to her town.

Sometimes is very VERY telenovela (I am not entirely on board when it happens), each case lasts 2 episodes and I do think that is a bit of a strech. But I do have to recognize that Dimitri Frid (Shtolman) plays a man that is very smitten and deeply in love very well.

You can see it in Youtube in Star Media English (captioned in this language)

2018 - Killing Eve

We all know that the first 2 seasons were the best (we can add the 3rd in it too when we compare it to the 4th). This cat-and-mouse spy thriller started strong mixing dark humour and just darkness and left us all with a bad taste in the last episode. Still Eve and Villanelle will live forever in our hearts.

2019 - Good Omens

An Angel a Demon beeing close friends got 20K christians so angry that they started a pettition to cancel this show adressed to the wrong company. And people still ask me today why I am Agnostic?

The Antichrist was born, the Four Horsemen summoned so it is time to stop the Apocalypse.

Really funny, layered and worth a lot more than just a watch (mom and I watched it about 4 times in less than a year, so... is that good)

2019 - The Mandalorian

At home we were never huuuuuge Star Wars fans (we would watch for Harrison Ford and some creatures). Still, since the premise to this show was that you didn't needed to be a hardcore-fan we gave it a go and we loved it! It's very close to old shows, like Zorro, where you have the adventure-of-the-day kinda plot (that some people just can't dig, don't know why) and I do like good fights on TV/Cinema

Never underestimate the power of Baby Yoda!

2021 - Wandavision

Even if we never read a comic, we did watched most of Marvel movies and we wanted to know what all of this was about.

It's a lot more effective if you already know the shows they pay homage to.

Beware... it will break your heart.

2021 - Falcon & the Winter Soldier

Following the MCU, came the buddy-mov... erm, TV show, buddy-Tv show starred by Falcon and Bucky.

At a moment you might think that there are too many things on the plate (super soldiers, the new & bad Captain America, a black market dealer, Zemo) so some things do feel a little rushed. But well... at least was fun.

2021 - Loki

Don't kill me but I do not understand people's obsession with Loki.

I mean, the mythological god is a thing... but aside from Tom Hiddleston's fans I don't see the appeal of any nordic god in the MCU (as I said, I don't read comics).

The show is ok...

2021 - Hawkeye

Since I'm little I always liked archery and I was curious about this Avenger that is easily lost in the background of the movies.

It is not the greatest show ever made... but at least is less "the world will be destroyed" and that is a good change. Less is more.

2021 - The Book of Boba Fett

Of course after watching Mando I had to follow the story... and yes, he did took over in the last episodes. But still... it was nice seeing Boba Fett's arch that transformed him from a Bounty Hunter to a Leader (???).

Something could be a little bit more explored, but well... we'll see what the future holds for him.

2022 - Our Flag means Death

When I had a glimpse of the trailers (mostly focused on Steede's most feminine traits vs the tough life of a pirate) I was like "yay... another show making fun of a clearly gay character. Awesome. Are we in 1980 again?" But some gifsets in here spiked my curiosity... does the story really shows a romantic relationship between Blackbeard and Steede or this is the fandom beeing fandom once again?

Well... watch and find out!

2022 - Moonknight

I love the Ancient Egypt so this show was for me. I didn't know that there was a superhero based on those myths (nor that he had DID) and I really liked him.

Fingers crossed for a second season... or a movie (once the strike is over, of course).

2022 - Ms. Marvel

I was expecting something more teenage-based but anyone can see Ms. Marvel.

I don't understand why so many hated it... oh wait... Sor Juana said it better "foolish men that accuse the woman without reason..."

2022 - She-Hulk

And odd experiment, I do think that the last episode was kinda cheating but if she breaks the fourth wall... what can we do? 🤷🏻‍♀️

At least they aknowledged some narrative issues that have been dragging for a while.

2022 - The Sandman

Loving this show is an understatement.

Once again, I didn't read the graphic novel with the exceptions of a few panels here and there that I saw many years ago in Facebook (when Morpheus meets The Fates and the baby scene on The Sound of her Wings).

I love when all mythology and fairytales and other myths can be combined into something new. So this was my jam.

Waiting for season 2 (and getting a better paid job so I can buy the books).

2022 - Obi-Wan

Is there anybody in this world that hates Ewan McGregor? I don't think so.

The show was ok... some twists were predictable from the get-go (still some didn't see them coming and got angry at them 🤷🏻‍♀️). But well... everybody wanted Vader vs Obi-Wan and they sure had it!

2022 - Andor

I don't know if living in Argentina absolutely killed the idea of a heroic guerrilla, revolution and such (because we are the spoils of that and, trust me, thinks don't get better. But this is not about argebtinean politics so... moving on)... or it is because in USA is heavily romanticized but... Andor didn't clicked with me.

It was a task watching it and we only finished it because we started it... don't know if we will watch a second season.

2022 - Wednesday

A lot of people say that Tim Burton is overrated (I disagree, I think that he is tired of beeing ask to be Tim Burton, wacky director or weird films) but Wednesday is heavily overrated to me. Really? This has 12 Emmy nominations and The Sandman has zero? What the Bloody Hell?!

I like the Addams Family, I watched the TV show... the movies... this is not the Addams Family. I know, I know... this is about Wednesday blah, blah, blah. But this isn't Wednesday either... this is moody goth teenager with the biggest ego in the room.

Let's leave aside all the character and worldbuilding inconsistencies... Wednesday is a sharp and blunt person but she is never mean without a good point. This Wednesday is cruel even with people that loves her!

Did people forget that the weirdest thing about the Addams Family was that they are weird and they deeply love each other? That was what made them who they are! Instead of having the husband complaining about the wife, you have Gomez. Instead of having the wife trying to have the perfect house scolding her kids for their behaviour , you have Morticia with her own interests aside from beeing a housewife and assists her kids with their passions... I'll stop ranting now or I will never end.

Not a fan of the powers, the story is ok-ish...

2023 - The Last of Us

Never played videogames either and zombies (I'm sorry, infected) are not a big genre at home unless is Michael Jackson's Thriller video. Still we decided to give it a go because Pedro Pascal is latino and you have to support your people... even if they are chileans... or brazilians (argie joke. You wouldn't understand it).

We loved it!

I was ready for mom to complain with "is it necessary to always have gays?" in episode 3 but she didn't... and I dare to say that its one of her favourite episodes. (And no, readers, mom isn't conservative... but she's against tokenism -just like me-. If you want to have diversity in the world you've created, that's awesome... if you are doing it just to check some items off a list, it's annoying and feels like a desperate move)

2023 - The Muppets Mayhem

We love The Muppets but since Jim Henson's death they are kind of a hit-and-miss.

It does get better as it goes... wouldn't say is ✨️the best✨️ Muppets yet... but it is a lot better than the Haunted Mansion from last year (?)

2023 - FUBAR

Did you liked the movie True Lies with Arnold Schwartzenneger and Jaime Lee Curtis? Well... what if we do the same premise but this time his daughter is also a secret agent?

It is still good though... sometimes humor can be a little cringey, but Arnie knows his audience well enough and delivers.

2023 - Secret Inavsion (current)

It is still going so I cannot tell much just yet. Doesn't feel like a spy-thriller as I imagined but we'll see.

[ourpickwickclub]

So its late Saturday night and I'm was looking at different country sites. That ACMC site, which by the way is a wannabe site, Perez Hilton of country. It's bad when other sites, The Boot, Taste of Country, have never heard of them. But I digress. They are always snarky about Blake. Had a private DM with them one time and they were oh no we cover everyone. But mainly Carrie and Taylor. They have a new chart up. Who's going to have a big year in 2023. Once again Blake is not on it. Regardless of back to back seasons of the Voice, tour,clothing line, new Ole Red Vegas and assuredly a residency. Made me sad. Then I saw Pulse Forum has the year end Billboard stats out. Anyone can go look but this is what I focused on:year end top country artist. #15 Blake. With only 1 song out in 2022 (NB is late) only festivals, no tour, still made top 20. Carrie is #10. And considering the ott push by Voldermorts team, she is only 18. And they threw everything but the kitchen sink out this year for her. Hot Country Songs, CBAACB is #52 (not bad for a 2021 release). Country Digital Song Sales #34. Keep in mind most of the artists ahead of him are the new guys. A side note: for someone who's PR team pushed her as the top female streaming artist of 2022, she's not in the top 25. Carrie is though. For example. Top Country Artists Carrie is #7. Voldermort is not in the top 25. Funny how Carrie gets shafted again and again. Blake is #11. This is the funny one. Top County Albums of 2022. Blake is #28 with Reloaded: 20 #1 hits. Fully Loaded: Gods Country is 43. You can look at the others. Anyway it surprised me that for an overall quiet year he still made these lists. Without doing much. While others had big time pr/label/touring companies throwing their weight at the system and still didn't do as well as others. Yet still got nominations. Luke Comb I understand. But not others. Made me feel a little better. I just love him and am going to miss him on the Voice. I'm hoping he goes full blown Strait and does music his way.

I laughed so hard at Voldemort. 😆 Yes, for someone who doesn’t have a really strong team behind him, Blake is doing great. It’s a testament to how much people love him.

— M

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Nate’s Fave RGG Side Contents Nagasu Taxi (Yakuza 5)

I LOVE RGG. A lot. This is no secret. And one of the things I like a lot is it’s side content. And in no particular order, I thought I’d dedicate space to some of it. Starting with one of my absolute favourites, Nagasu Taxi from Yakuza 5.

How to make being a taxi driver in a Yakuza story fun? Add Kiryu, street racing, awesome characters and some genuinely fun taxi driving missions, apparently. The concept of Yakuza/Street Racer/Humble Taxi Driver is hilarious and I think RGG is one of the few that could pull it off this well. It’s already the sort of environment where this bizarre balance thrives, and I adore it. Nagasu Taxi holds a special place in my heart, and the only downside to me is that Kiryu eventually has to leave these people. (I get attached).

The true essence of taxi driving; SICK ASS DRIFTS.

Or, of course, a wonderful story and genuinely awesome characters.

Obviously, one of the real highlights of the taxi story is Kiryu’s boss, Nakajma, and his taxi family. (Hirawaka, Muramatsu, Wada and Kiyokawa).

“There surely isn’t a porn virus on this machine right now, surely not!”

Nakajima is one of my favourite side-characters of all time. Gentle, earnest, a good boss (I know, incredible) and with a backstory that’s simple enough, but tragically so. I really like how they did Nakajima’s story with the Devil Killers. He’s the original Devil Killer-having formed the group two decades ago. Back then it had regulations and was all about speed vs glory and gloating. But it was flawed purely from being street racing to begin with. On a regular drive, Nakajima and his wife were hit by a fellow racer, and his wife ended up comatose.

Nakajima couldn’t even bring himself to be upset with the guy-he was a street racer much like himself, and that cold water bucket of reality took him off the road of racing for good. As Nakajima himself puts it, “My wife never took a risk a day in her life and ended up the victim of risks” *Summarized a bit* It’s realistic enough to be a grounded backstory without being over the top or too much. It’s real and simple, and it gives Nakajima a lot of heart and complexity that feels perfectly realistic and devastating.

He started the company to take her on drives again, if she ever recovered. She never does, and his taxi company is a place for the lost and the down on their luck alike. This sort of “average person” story line work would take more prominence in Yakuza 7; but I like this early taste of it we get in Yakuza 5.

Wada is a fellow racer of old. A little chaffed around the edges, but not a bad guy. Muramatsu wanted to be a Formula 1 driver and simply couldn’t afford it. Kiyokawa comes as the Kiryu and audience alike surrogate of explaining the Devil Killers, and wanted to be a racer before being brought into Nagasu Taxi. He’s young, poor mannered, and smarter than he thinks he is. Hirakawa is often adorably out of the loop but in her own words is a real “party animal’ and can be wonderfully snarky in her mission briefings.

This is a tame example. Some of these little missives get extremely funny.

The Devil Killer’s themselves are all fairly run-of-the-mill as these go, save for one of the original Devil Killers, or rather, Three Musketeers back then, Onisaka, and Furumichi-the guy who involves you in this whole affair to begin with, and is a secret boss race.

MIDNIGHT SHADOWWWWWWWW **TIRE SCREECH**.

Onisaka is pretty neat too. He just wants to race Nakajima, holding onto a not-quite grudge for 20 years because Nakajima quit racing while he was away. And I really like how this part is done as well. Kiryu tries to explain why, but Nakajima had been worried about telling him the truth for it feeling like a cop out. His goal wasn’t to make Onisaka feel bad about him quitting-and Onisaka, for his part, knows that Nakajima wouldn’t quit frivolously and figures it was something fairly serious. But he gets his last race, we clear the air, and people can finally move on. Again, it’s all fairly simplistic at it’s core, but you get some good racing, and fun to be had, and dammit, I just like these people.

There’s a real heart and charm to the taxi family and co that I find so endearing and enjoyable. It mixes a lot of what I like about Yakuza into one small, but wonderful package. Even the regular street driving missions are charming and short; but still fun to do. Is sitting at a traffic light weirdly fun? In a sense, yeah!

And of course, there’s always the good old fashioned Kiryu way of handling things.

DISRESPECT MY HARUKA MOBILE AGAIN, LIL SHIT.

If I could say anything, I think perhaps one of the only real weak points are the minor Devil Killers themselves and the Spangled Meteor, (not that I dislike her, it’s just some of her story is..ah anyway). But that isn’t the main focus either. You’re here for Nakajima, Nagasu Taxi Family, and Kiryu being so hilariously transparently bad at being a ‘humble taxi driver’ when pretty much everyone can see the “ex-yakuza” seeping from every pore. (Except goons, legally obligated to say ‘FUCK UP THIS OLD MAN’ b/c they are required by being yakuza goons to be dense).

And hey-where else can you pick up grandma in the Otaku Mobile?

Yes, you DO get a trophy for buying this. Otacon would be proud ;)

[lesbiansanemi]

If I’m to be frank… I think RGU just wasn’t your taste and that’s valid. But I don’t think it was executed sloppily or had bad writing. I think it’s worth seeing why many people find RGU great and/or impactful, because while it wasn’t for you, I don’t think that it’s nice to imply that other people’s tastes are questionable because they love RGU.

Hope this doesn’t come off as rude. You were rambling, but RGU means a lot to me so… I wanted to give a response.

So.... I do fully acknowledge that quite a few of my complaints with RGU do stem from certain choices/storytelling techniques that just aren't my personal taste (as I mentioned in the original post) however... I also fully stand by my opinion that it did have some poor execution and sloppy writing in certain aspects. I like to think I have decent enough media comprehension to tell the difference between just not liking something personally vs it being poorly technically done

I went into the series really, really wanting to enjoy it, and it was pretty much within the first episode or two that I realized no matter what, I wasn't going to. Part of this had to do with the heavy emphasis on the "slice of life" aspect (as this is not something I enjoy), as well as the storytelling techniques that were being used (heavy emphasis on repetition, extremely overt visual metaphors. etc). I do acknowledge that's all personal taste though, and has nothing to do with a series being good or bad. Regardless, I was a bit disappointed by that, but I did my best to keep good faith while watching because I know it's a series a lot of people really enjoy and think is good, and I wanted to understand why.

Unfortunately, I was pretty consistently let down. For starters, I think the series made the mistake of leaning far too heavily into the aforementioned storytelling techniques that it ended up with bad pacing. It was so focused on its patterns of repetition that it lost itself (and audience attention).

Beyond that, my main two complaints are the imbalanced way it tried to integrate anime-typical slice of life shenanigans and.... literally everything else it was trying to do, and, one of my least favorite things a piece of media can do, lean far too heavily into its own subjectivity to the point that it hindered itself.

I see what the series was trying to do in both those regards, but again, I don't think it did it as well as it could have, or even... that well in general. It's late for me and I have work in the morning, so I don't have time to write up everything I would like to say about this (hopefully I'll manage it in the next couple of days, as well as talk about the aspects of it I did actually enjoy) but that's the gist of my complaints.

Finally... So like, I get the series means a lot to you, and you don't have to agree with me, but I also don't have to agree with you. Just because a lot of people like the series or think it's impactful and put together well doesn't mean it fundamentally is. It definitely doesn't mean I have to think that.

My snarky comment of "I don't trust your media tastes if you tell me this is perfect high art" is a bit of an unfair generalized blanket statement that obviously has more nuance than that. I could have phrased that better, but tbf I wasn't expecting many ppl to read the rambling tags on an untagged post

However... sorry.... but a part of me is standing by that. I disliked the series, and did not think it was nearly technically as good as I've seen people tout it. Therefore, if I see someone very confidently talking about how much they like it and how good it is... It's safe to assume we have very different media preferences and criteria for what makes something technically good. That's fine, but I'm not going to trust a lot of other opinions about media from them, because we're likely to continue disagreeing. That feels like... a fairly logical conclusion to me but idk

I'm not the end all be all of media criticism. I'm not saying you have to agree with me, but I'm sticking by what I said. Sometimes people say/imply media I enjoy is bad, and therefore if I like it, that means I have bad taste and opinions on media. It happens when you're talking about media, especially on the internet. With something so subjective, there is never going to be a piece of media that everyone comes to the same conclusion on, and you kinda just have to learn to accept that.

Idk, I also hope this doesn't come across as too asshole-ish, I'm just saying I don't agree, and I don't think I have to acknowledge that "RGU is that good actually, I just didn't like it personally" if I want to criticize it because I don't think that

[moonlight-prose]

first you flirt with layla and end up kissing her- which ends up making marc jealous in return. he spends days moping about and starts making snarky comments to hide his jealousy (he’s not so great at hiding it)

then you kiss steven, who can’t stop thinking about it for the next couple of days. filling his and marc’s head with thoughts about you

eventually marc ends up drunk at your front door crying about being the only one being left out (he’ll deny he cried about it)

KISS ME, KISS ME, KISS ME

a/n: this drabble was MEANT to be super short and small, but i ramble so here we go my darling. i hope you enjoy!

word count: 1556 (don't look at me)

pairing: layla el-faouly x reader, steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader

warnings: kissing, more kissing, and some spit kink (again really don't look at me)

The first time you kiss Layla it’s soft. Softer than you imagined it would be—a direct opposite to what you usually get when kissing other people. She doesn’t swiftly grasp for you; doesn’t bite down harshly on your lip to remind you who exactly was in charge. No, it’s tender, gentle and by all means reverent. She leads you into a dance of subtle hints and sweet smiles, until you feel a dizzying high that’s so different from anything you’ve experienced before.

Before you even notice it, she’s licking slowly into your mouth—tongue pressing against yours and you swear you can taste that coffee she always orders in the morning. Her hand is buried in your hair—not enough to hurt—just enough for you to clasp onto. A reminder that this wasn’t Marc or Steven…this was her.

She pulls away, eyes fluttering open to take in your almost intoxicated expression. That sight alone draws her lips up in a smile—not quite a smirk, but you can see it beneath the surface. She likes the way you look. As if you’d bend to her will with yet another kiss and the truth of the matter was…you would.

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes hazy as your mind came up with scenario after scenario.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs. Sliding her thumb along your bottom lip with barely any pressure, she gathers the saliva left behind and pushes inward until your lips are wrapped around her finger.

If you died in this moment—you’d be okay with it. Given the way your insides had turned molten and your brain short circuited the second she placed her lips on yours. Whimpering, you drag her closer until your lips are back on hers and she’s once again leading you through a dance you never wish to stop. You want the taste of her burned into your mind. So sweet and subtle, but strong enough to get drunk off of.

You don’t stop kissing her until she has to leave and even then you beg for one more in the open doorway of your home.

You kiss Steven for the first time three days after Layla. What came over you to reach over, drag him in by the collar, and slot your lips against his you’ll never know. But you’ll never forget the way he gasped—a shudder running down his spine as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the base of his neck. It’s not nearly as intoxicating as Layla and you’re thankful he doesn’t overtake you, but it’s beautiful.

He sighs into your mouth like he’d thought of nothing else for months, before he’s lightly dragging his hands upwards. The pressure of his palms against your waist is enough to drive you mad. Or at least drag him so close his scent is burned into your senses, the way his tongue hesitantly sweeps through your mouth. He doesn’t know how to kiss—that much is obvious—but it doesn’t stop you.

Oddly enough the door opens and Layla walks in. A smile gracing her face as she finds you practically sitting on Steven’s lap, your tongue sensually pressing against his until he’s shaking. You nearly feel bad for making him whimper, beg, plead for more. Except then you pull back to see his face and realize…this is what Layla must have seen on yours.

It’s a new kind of high to see Steven’s eyes all glassy—his lips in a perpetual pout that has your own curving up to a smile. You like him like this. Putty in your hands as you slowly lean in to kiss him again. Layla’s lips press against your bare shoulder—whispers of how good you two look together echo in your ear before she’s pulling away. She had her time with you…now it’s Steven’s turn. Fair is far after all.

That doesn’t stop you from licking into Steven’s mouth, gathering saliva on your tongue before moving away to cup the back of her neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss on her lips—pushing Steven’s spit into her mouth. She moans into the kiss, her hand tightly gripping at your hair before shifting back and leaving the two of you alone once more. Steven is greedy enough to cup your cheeks and turn your face back to his with enough timidness to melt your heart.

He wants you—craves you, and it’s there you realize that you’ll give him whatever he wants just to have a chance to kiss him like this again.

“Well I just don’t see the point in kissing them both,” he mutters into his glass of whiskey.

Your eyebrows raise as you attempt to bite back the smirk that threatened to show on your face. “You don’t see the point in me wanting to kiss…both of them.”

He grumbles, the scowl you recognize so well on his face once again returning. “Well yeah. Layla is my wife–”

“Divorced.”

“And Steven is literally apart of me–”

“I’ll give you that but–”

“So why did you want to kiss them and…” he trails off, staring into the amber liquid as if it would give him all the answers he sought.

Smiling, you lean forward to cup his chin and drag his head upwards so his eyes lock on yours. “Marc…did you want me to kiss you too?”

The red flooding his face tells you everything you need to know. “No,” he states. “Absolutely not. Have fun with both of them.”

Letting go of his face, you lean back—swallowing the rest of your drink and shrugging. “Whatever you say Spector,” you tease, getting up from the table. “Enjoy your drink.”

It’s two hours later that a sullen knock is hitting your door. Before you even open it you know it’s him—can feel it in your bones—and low and behold you swing the door open to see him…drunk. He leans against your doorway, the curls more pronounced and falling into his face the way Steven wears it. You nearly mistake him for Steven until he begins speaking—the American accent coming through thick and strong.

“Why didn’t you kiss me too?” he asks, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

The sight alone nearly makes your heart shatter. “Oh baby,” you whisper.

“Steven’s been replaying the kiss you two had and all I can think about is…why didn’t you kiss me? Did I fuck up somehow? Or…or hurt you?”

He didn’t know how wrong he was. You had wanted to kiss him the first day you met him—the anxiety of the day still prominent in your mind, but you could recall your imagination running rampant with thoughts of him. Of Marc and his lips. Without another word, you drag him into your home and shut the door. He’s moping, you can see it written across his face. Of course, you won’t tease him about it. You know what longing for kisses feels like.

“Do you want me to kiss you Marc?” you asked gently, cupping his face to keep his eyes level with your own.

“I just–��� His eyes close. “Yes. I would.”

Leaning in slowly, you press your lips against his and feel the steady rate of your heart speed up until your nerves are all you can focus on. Even when he’s not trying, he’s good at this. He moves sluggishly, breathing harshly against your cheek, until his brain finally catches up with what’s happening. The world turns on its axis as you’re walking back until you hit a wall, his lips now giving you a run for your money. Whereas Layla was teasing and giving, Marc takes. Steals your breath and makes you beg for more.

Where Steven was soft and hesitant, Marc is strong and dominant. There’s something in his hold that says he wants this—you—but he’s also afraid of hurting you. As if you’ll break beneath his palms. Moaning into the kiss, you shudder when his tongue sweeps along yours, running along the top of your mouth and dragging another sound from your throat. Why you hadn’t kissed him sooner, you don’t know. You were sorely regretting waiting so long at this moment.

“Marc,” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut when his teeth pull at your bottom lip gently.

“Mhm.” It’s mumbled against your cheek, his breath hot along your skin.

He’s driven your mind to madness, the heat burning through your body until you can’t think straight anymore. You don’t even fucking want to at this point. All you can sense, taste, feel, is Marc and you want more. You want him to drag you to hell and back with his lips alone. Tugging at his hair, you manage to gain the upper hand, sucking on his tongue and smirking into the kiss when it’s his turn to moan.

“You’re right,” you breathe, choking when he nips down your throat. “I should have kissed you a lot sooner.”

It’s a day later when Layla hears about what happened. You bet the hickeys on his neck tell her the story and you joke that they are now matching. Steven is last to find out—laughing at Marc’s expense when he learns what exactly occurred. It’s enough to make you smile. Even though Marc refuses to accept the fact that he begged…let alone nearly cried.

That however is soon rectified when you press your lips against his again.