#im also forgetting a fair share im sure

[pirateswhore]

top 5 cs blogs?

oh, this is a cruel question. 😔

I'm missing many, im sure, and I'm going off of what shows up in my feed the most often, in no order.

@killianjonesz Sharon and her gifs are... a gift to this world and fandom. I just adore them SO much, I kick my feet giggling whenever I look at them. 10/10 chefs kiss, mwah

@cptainjones 's analysis/commentary n general meta is just. mind blowing. istg mari you've got such a way with words.

@piraterefrigerator you were my first friend in the fandom so like. hi ily Ray. also your blog gives me "haha funny" with some takes and I love the unhinged headcanons we share with each other <3

@piinfeathers your art > God. so good istg. some of your pieces live rent free in my head and I'll look at them sometimes and giggle kicking my feet up.

@laianely relatively new and we don't interact much BUT I absolutely adore your edits hello. heartbreaking (I also think I've seen some on TT/reposted to Pinterest so I'm glad I get to follow the OG creator of them :))

and some generally cool people I like seeing on my dash and are lovely people: @caliburn-the-sword @vasfasan @booksteaandtoomuchtv @poptart-cat-78 @kmomof4 @thecoolestfreakyouknow @exhaustedpirate

[atlabeth]

time’s blur - ialwbty au

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader but this primarily features percy jackson & sister!reader

summary: somehow, someway, you come back.

a/n: wow it has been a while hasn't it!! 148 days to be exact!! im always thinking about these two in the corner of my mind and ive been wanting to write this au since i got an ask about it, originally i was going to do it all as a big long one shot but i just want to get something out lol. and this will give me more freedom to do wte i want with this au instead of just having one big one shot and leaving it. anyways enjoy there is actually some fluff for once but still some emotional damage and there is more to come!! also reader is 19 and percy is 15

wc: 3.5k

warning(s): hurricane dies but she has come back!! told through percy's pov. angst, hurt/comfort, signature percy jackson guilt, but some fluffy sibling moments<3

Percy doesn’t end up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning out of instinct, foresight, or any kind of divine ‘chosen one’ intervention. 

He ends up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning because some Apollo kid was hooking up with an Ares kid on the beach, and they found you. 

They found you, not Percy. He didn’t even have a clue until he woke up to Chiron in his cabin.

Percy had had his fair share of rude awakenings over the years, usually because of horrific demigod prophetic dreams, but the expression on Chiron’s face immediately alerted Percy that something was wrong, even through his groggy haze. 

“Chiron?” he rasps, and he sits up as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He has to make sure he’s not still dreaming. 

“I’m sorry to wake you, Percy,” he says. “But I need you to come with me.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Is everyone okay? Is camp okay? Is there an invasion?” 

“Nothing so ghastly,” Chiron says. Though his tone is a bit lighter, it still doesn’t ease Percy’s concerns. “But it does concern you.” 

“Great,” Percy mumbles, and he pulls himself out of bed. Normally he would have the foresight to change, but a part of him is still worried that Christmas has come early and Kronos has already invaded the city. 

So he follows Chiron—with all the sneaking around he’s done since getting to camp, it’s strange to be out this late and not have to worry about being eaten alive—clad in flannel pajama pants, a Yankee’s tee, and Converse he didn’t get the chance to fully lace up. 

“You’d tell me if something was wrong,” Percy says, glancing up at him. “Right?” 

“Of course,” he nods. “I wouldn’t classify this as something going wrong. Just… rather shocking.” 

“Great,” he repeats. “Are you going to tell me?” 

Chiron is silent for a moment, and Percy frowns. “Now I’m really worried.” 

“I suppose it’s best to rip the bandage off,” Chiron says. He stops right outside the Big House and lets out a sigh. “An hour ago, a girl was found on the beach. She looked as if she’d been washed ashore.” 

Percy’s frown deepens. “What? Gods— is she okay?” 

“Yes,” Chiron says. “I checked her over for injuries, but she only had some minor bruises. No water in her lungs, somehow.” 

“That’s crazy,” he says. “How could someone even wash up here? Even with demigods— don’t we have protections against that?” 

“All of this makes me believe there was some… divine intervention,” Chiron says slowly. “Especially with who she is.” 

Percy crosses his arms. “You’re making this sound like a huge deal. Who is she?”

“Percy,” Chiron says, soft but firm, “it’s your sister. Somehow, she’s come back to life.” 

And for a second, all he can do is stare. 

“What?” 

“I could never forget her face,” he says. “Or the presence of a child of Poseidon.” 

Percy shakes his head. “No, Chiron— if this is a joke, it’s not funny.” He huffs a mirthless laugh and looks down at his hands. “And if this is a shitty dream, then it’s really shitty.” 

“Perseus, this is real,” he states. 

He’s still shaking his head. “How can it be real? She’s dead— she’s been dead for years.”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Mr. D has already gone back to Olympus to figure it out. But if I had to guess, your father decided to meddle.”

He wants to call it a lie. Honestly, he wants to punch Chiron for getting his hopes up about something like this. But deep down, Percy knows he’s telling the truth. 

“Can I see her?” he asks. “Is— is she okay? Does she know who she is?”

“In time,” Chiron says. “I cannot be sure, but it doesn’t look like she remembers anything from her life.” 

Percy shakes his head again. It doesn’t feel real. He’s imagined what it would feel like to meet you since the moment Luke told him about you, but he knew it could never happen. 

But now, all that stands between Percy and his sister is a few doors. 

“I want to see her,” he says.

“Of course,” Chiron nods. “I just need to make sure it won’t mess with her further. This isn’t like Thalia coming back with the fleece—though I have suspicions, I can’t be sure how this happened. It could be a very delicate matter.” 

“As long as it doesn’t hurt her more.” 

Chiron nods again and he opens the door to the Big House. He follows him up to his office door, then stops when Chiron gestures at the couch. 

“I just need to discuss a few more things with her.” 

Percy nods wordlessly and sits down, then Chiron disappears into his office. 

A million things are running through Percy’s mind, namely guilt. 

Shouldn’t he have been the one to find you? 

Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it’s you. 

You’re his sister. He’s always had a connection to you, even when you were gone—gods, the night after he found out you existed you appeared in his dreams. Percy’s spent almost every moment since he found out about you wishing you were still here, that he could meet you, and when it finally does happen—somehow, because he still doesn’t understand what the fuck went on for this to happen—he’s not even the one to find you? He’s just asleep like every other night?

He huffs a sigh as he hunches over, his forearms on his knees. His leg bounces up and down at a rapid pace, moving his entire body with it, but this is one time he can’t lay his ADHD to rest. He’s more surprised he isn’t up pacing the entire room for the hundredth time. 

If Percy feels like this, he can’t even imagine how you must feel. To come back for seemingly no reason with no memories, after four years in Elysium. 

Luke said you’d been killed by a monster. You were buried like any other person. 

You were gone.

But you just… came back.  

He lets out another harried sigh and falls back against the couch. He’s exhausted, but there’s no chance of him being able to go back to sleep. Not with you around. 

Suddenly, the door opens, and Percy instantly darts up from his seat. You walk out with Chiron and it’s almost surreal.

You look like all the pictures, all his dreams, just older—more mature. He wants to cry and scream and hug you all at once. 

Your eyes widen slightly, and you glance at Chiron for a moment before you focus back on Percy.

“Uh— sorry,” he says, wincing a bit. He doesn’t know how to act around you, not when he knows you but you don’t know him. “I waited for you. I thought it would be good to have someone on the other side.” 

“That’s really nice,” you murmur. “I… I see why. Word on the street is that you’re my brother.” 

Percy nods way too many times. “Yeah. Uh— yeah. We’re both children of—” 

He pauses, his gaze moving past you to Chiron. He has to have explained all this to you, right? 

“Poseidon,” you finish, and you let out a slightly shaky laugh. “Chiron laid out all the basics.” 

“This has all got to be really confusing,” he says. “I remember how lost I was when I first got to camp, and I didn’t even…” 

“Die?” you ask wryly. He nods again. He really can’t finish any sentence around you—he’s so worried of saying the wrong thing and accidentally hurting you. Percy doesn’t know how any of this works.

“It’s strange,” you admit. “I… I lived this whole life before this, and I don’t even remember any of it.”

Percy’s heart clenches painfully. He doesn’t know how he’s going to explain everything to you when you start remembering. 

When you start remembering Luke. 

“Really?” he asks. “There’s nothing?”

You shake your head. “I have my name, but that’s all. And…”

Percy frowns. “What?”

You pause for a moment before you shake your head again. “Nothing. This is just…”

“Weird?” 

You nod with a slight laugh. “Yeah. To say the least.”

“If it makes you feel better, you’re not the first person to come back to life,” Percy says. “Uh, a girl named Thalia used to be a tree before she was turned back into a human.”

You frown. “Wow.”

“We can get to all of that some other day,” Chiron thankfully interrupts. “Percy, will you take her back to your cabin?”

“You’re sure we won’t get eaten by the harpies?” Percy asks. “Aello is out for my blood.”

“I promise,” Chiron says. He glances at you, your frown noticeably deeper, and he looks back at Percy. “Perhaps we should, ah, hold off on this sort of discussion. Until tomorrow, at least.”

“Of course,” Percy says. “Sorry. You must be exhausted.” 

“A little,” you admit. “Apparently coming back to life takes it out of you.” 

“Come back here first thing in the morning,” Chiron says. “We have… quite a bit to talk about.” 

“That’s an understatement,” you murmur. 

Percy smiles a bit, and he gestures with his head for you to follow him. You do, and Chiron goes back into his office. He nabs a bag of ambrosia squares from an empty bedside as the two of you go through the infirmary just to be safe, and when he glances back at you he sees you frowning. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Does anything hurt?” 

“You’re a Yankees fan?” you say instead. 

Percy blinks, then he realizes you’re looking at his shirt. “Uh— yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m from New York, and my mom loves them, so…” he tugs at his shirt. “I know you like the Red Sox. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “We can’t all be perfect.” 

Percy can’t help but smile. You died and came back to life, and you remember nothing but your name and your love for the Boston Red Sox. 

“That means you keep up with baseball, right?” 

“When I can,” he says. “We don’t really have technology out here.” 

“Have the Red Sox won a world series since I’ve been gone?” 

“They won last year, actually.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly grin. “Really?”

He nods. “They beat the Cardinals.”

“That— that’s huge!” you exclaim. “Oh my god, they broke the curse and I didn’t get to see it? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“You know you died, right?”

“And look how well that worked out for me.” You shake your head. “I need to go to the library or something and find some footage.”

“As much as I would love to do that,” Percy says, “we have a few other things we have to focus on.”

You huff and shake your head. “Fine. But as soon as we figure all this out, I’m figuring out some way to see those games.” 

Percy chuckles. “I don’t think anyone’ll deny you that.” 

“Good.” 

Silence settles over the two of you as you walk back to the Poseidon cabin, and Percy just feels awkward. 

He always thought about what he would say to you if he finally got to see you again, and now you’re alive somehow and right next to him and he has no idea what to do. 

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Percy finally decides on. “Chiron said you just washed up on shore.” 

“I feel surprisingly okay,” you say. “All I remember is waking up at the bottom of the lake. I thought I was going to drown, so I kicked my way up, and then got to shore.” You shake your head. “Somehow, I didn’t drown. My clothes weren’t even wet. I’ve got to be the luckiest person out there.” 

“You’re a child of Poseidon,” he says. “We can’t breathe underwater so we can’t drown, and our clothes don’t get wet unless we want them to.” 

“Like I said,” you incline your head, “luckiest person out there.” 

“I just don’t get why you’re back,” Percy says. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you are. I just don’t understand how, or why— or why now.” 

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re not able to get any words out before a yawn interrupts it. 

“Maybe that’s a tomorrow problem,” you say. 

“I think you’re right,” Percy says. He opens the door to the camp store and you follow him inside, but you frown. 

“What is this?” 

“The camp store,” he says. “You don’t really have anything, so I wanted to get you some things.” 

You just stare as he starts taking things. “You’re just… stealing?” 

“Just a couple toiletries and some clothing,” he says. “They won’t miss it.” He stashes it all in a Camp Halfblood tote bag and holds it out to you, and though you’re a bit hesitant, you still take it. 

“Thanks,” you say. “We won’t get in trouble?” 

“I think everyone will cut you some slack for a while,” Percy says. “A guy did this for me my first day and it helps—makes you feel more at home.” 

You hum, and this time you open the door for Percy. “Nice guy.” 

Percy swallows the sudden lump in his throat, trying to ignore the chill that trickles down his spine as he realizes the implications of his words. 

“Yeah,” Percy mutters. “He was.” 

Eventually, the two of you get back to the Poseidon cabin. He opens the door for you and you slowly walk inside. 

Again, it’s strange that you’re here. It’s like if a piece of his history textbook suddenly came to life and started walking around—he’s heard so much about you, imagined what he thought would be an impossible meeting so many times, but now that it’s actually happening he doesn’t know what to do. 

And it hits even more as you walk over to a picture of yourself hanging on the wall, surrounded by a myriad of others. 

It’s one of many of you and Luke, him holding you close with an arm slung around your shoulder as you beam at the camera with the brightest smile imaginable. Before Luke got his scar, before you died, before he went off the deep end. 

“I put a couple of your pictures up,” Percy rushes to explain, his throat feeling scratchy, “and a few of your old things. As— as a way to remember you.”

“I love it,” you say, and the tension dissolves in his shoulders when he sees your smile. It really is so much brighter in person. “I— I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.”

“We’ll figure out a way to get it back,” Percy says. “I promise.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say idly as you continue to take all the pictures in. He can’t imagine what it must feel like to see all these memories of a past life you have no recollection of. 

“I don’t,” he says. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

You’re silent for a while as you keep looking at them. Then you take one of the pictures off the wall, the one of you and Luke at a baseball game. 

“Luke,” you murmur, as if you don’t realize you’re saying it out loud. You blink, then you turn to Percy. “His name is Luke, isn’t it?”

He nods, almost in disbelief. You don’t remember a damn thing about your old life but you know Luke’s name.

How is Percy supposed to tell you what he did? 

You laugh softly as you trail your nail over the edge. “We must’ve been pretty close if I got him to go to a Red Sox game.” You look over at Percy. “Does he go here too?”

After a moment, Percy shakes his head. “He— uh, he used to.”

“Makes sense,” you murmur, and you put the picture back on the wall. “I got the easy way out. Everyone else had to deal with the fallout.”

Percy frowns. “You were killed by a monster. I don’t think anyone considers that the easy way out.” 

“It kinda was,” you say with a shrug. “I— I don’t remember much about it, but Chiron said I was in Elysium. There aren’t any monsters down there, and there certainly aren’t any responsibilities.”

“Well,” Percy sits down on his bed, “I’m glad you’re here. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined meeting you.” 

You chuckle. “I didn’t know I was so popular.” 

“I’m serious,” he says. “Poseidon is one of the Big Three, and they made an oath not to have kids. I was the only Big Three kid in general when I got to camp—when I found out about you, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to have a sister to talk about all of this with.” 

Your eyes soften, and you lean against his bed frame. “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry about?” 

“I— I don’t know,” you say with a slight laugh. “I just feel bad that I couldn’t be there for you.” 

“You’re already doing a pretty good job at being a big sister,” Percy says wryly. 

“Thanks,” you say. “You’re doing a pretty good job at being a younger brother.” 

Percy laughs and smiles, and you smile too. He’s beginning to understand what Luke always said, about your presence embodying warmth. He’s only been around you for a few minutes and he already feels better. 

“I’ve never had a brother before this,” you say. “So there might be a couple speed bumps.” 

“We’ll get through them together,” Percy says. “Besides, I… I kind of always considered you my sister. Ever since I found out about you, even though you were…” 

“Dead?” you guess, and he winces. You chuckle a bit. “It’s still weird for me, too. Can’t imagine what it must be like for all of you.” 

“Weird,” he says without really thinking. “Really weird. But I’m thankful that you’re back.” 

You smile. “So am I, Percy.” 

You let out another yawn, and you sit down on the bed across from him. “God, what time is it?” 

Percy glances at the clock in the corner. “3:34.” 

You whistle. “I really chose a great time to come back, huh?” 

He chuckles, and he kicks off his shoes as gets up to turn the lights off. “I think some sleep would do us both some good.” 

You nod and do the same. As you lay back, one hand behind your head, you continue to look around the cabin. 

“Are these your band posters?” 

He shakes his head as he sits back down. “They’re yours, actually, but you’ve got good taste. I love Pearl Jam.” 

“I used to have good taste, you mean,” you say wryly. 

“Hey,” he says. “I meant what I told you. We’re gonna get your memories back.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

“I’ve done a lot of impossible things,” Percy says. “And so have you, from what I’ve heard. It’s kind of the Poseidon kid way, honestly.” 

“You’ll have to teach me some things, then.” 

“And when you get your memory back, you’ll have to do the same,” he says. 

You smile and nod. “Deal.” 

Percy smiles too, and he lays down. “You really should try and get some sleep. Chiron wasn’t joking when he said we have a lot to talk about.” He huffs a slight laugh. “Whatever the reason is for you coming back, I guarantee there’s gonna be some people upstairs that are mad about it.” 

Your eyebrows rise. “Upstairs?” 

“Olympus,” he says. “The gods don’t really like things happening out of their control.” 

You hum, and for a moment there’s nothing but silence and the sound of both your breathing. It’s a little strange having someone else here other than Tyson, but he’s thankful for it. 

“What’s gonna happen to me?” you ask. There’s an edge of fear in your voice, and Percy frowns. 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Nothing is going to happen,” he repeats. “I’m not going to let anything happen. The gods have already messed with your life enough—they don’t get to do it again.” 

Percy half-expects to hear the sound of thunder echoing across camp, but the silence continues. Maybe Zeus isn’t listening in on him for once, or maybe he just expects the disrespect at this point. 

“I really am the luckiest person,” you say. “I’ve got someone like you looking out for me.” 

“You were looking out for me when you were gone,” he says. “You might not remember, but I could feel it. So I’m just repaying the favor.” 

Again, silence. It’s temporarily interrupted by the sound of sheets shifting, then you speak. 

“I’m really glad I got to meet you, Percy,” you murmur. 

He can’t help but smile, and he tries to ignore the tears beginning to spring in his eyes. He has no idea why you’re back—no idea what this could mean. Maybe your dad did bring you back, maybe it’s a bizarre case like Thalia, maybe you play a part in something that they don’t even know about yet and it's nothing but bad news.

But for once in his life, Percy’s not going to question it. 

You’re alive and you’re here. 

For now, that’s all he needs. 

“Me too,” he whispers.

[elletheactualmenace]

Amazing

Pairing: 10th Doctor x Fem!reader

Summary: Uhh…No plot smut…?

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, light hearted teasing, tit!play, fem!reader

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n: @abbygraceasd Im done!! Thanks for the request! Also first time smut writer so, uh, sorry if it’s horrible😭 Also, also The Doctor might be a little ooc. Anyways enjoy!

“You are amazing,” the Doctor mumbles against your lips. He leans his body closer to yours, stopping you from escaping his touch.

Your body is squished between The Doctor and your bedroom door. But, you aren’t mad at the situation you have found yourself in. In fact you're happy, as the Doctor moves the hand against the door to trail up and down your clothed body. 

You could stay like this forever, you think as your arms wrap around his coat to the back of his neck to grasp at the hairs there. He groans as you tug.

“How was I amazing?” You tease trying to get him riled up more. He leans back slightly smirking at the question.

“You were bold, and brave and you looked so sexy in that outfit you picked out.” He leans in kissing your neck, leaving wet patches on your skin. “And don’t get me started on the touchiness. You knew what you were doing.”

You chuckle out, amused.

“Oh? And what was that?” You ask running your fingers through his brown hair. He hums as he pulls away from a kiss to your shoulder. “You wanted to get me in here.” He pauses, not sure if he should say what he's thinking. 

“In you,” He finally whispers, but the second you smirk at his shyness he regrets his tone of voice.

“You’re not wrong,” You purse your lips waiting for his next move. He looks down at you for a moment, taking in your face and the parts of your body he can see at this angle. Oh, how he wants to see you under him, begging for him to cum inside you, to make a mess of you.

The Doctor can feel his already tight pants tighten. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes a deep breath trying to calm down and take it slow. Just how he knows you like it.

“Okay, enough talking,” He decides and bends down to pick you up into his arms. You let out a gasp of amusement as he pulls you into a heated kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to your shared bed.

“Sometimes I forget that you are strong.” You smile into the kiss. The comment causes him to pull back and give you a very offended look. You quickly apologize with a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll have you know that I am a lot tougher than any bodybuilder you can find on Earth.” The Doctor sticks his head up high with pride. “And,” He adds, “I don’t want to hear it from you, you didn’t lift a finger when I asked for help fixing the console,” He's not actually annoyed, he's just messing with you. You know because of the way he rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Please! It was 4 am and we had been up all night because of you,” The Doctor feels his cheeks heat up at the memory. You couldn’t handle another round, but the Doctor still had loads or energy to get out. So he went to fiddle with the console, and you refused to get up from bed. So, It was a fair point on your part.

“Right…” He says with a grumpy pout. You smirk again.

“That’s what I thought-“ He cuts you off, pressing his lips against yours, letting his tongue run along your bottom lip before diving in. His tongue rolls against yours and he can taste the gum you were chewing earlier. He hums, almost moans, into your mouth as he runs his tongue along every inch of your mouth he can reach.

Your legs tighten around him. You tug on his coat attempting to get it off. And then suddenly you’re dropped onto your soft mattress, gasping for air.

Before the Doctor does anything more, he lets his coat fall to the floor. He loosens his tie, and unbuttons and pulls off his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his tie on.

Your eyes trail over his body slowly, making sure he knows you're doing it. You bite back a groan as his hands brush the bare skin on your hips. He pulls down your pants leaving you in your panties, they are tardis blue and the Doctor smirks. You roll your eyes pulling him by his tie against your lips.

This kiss is soft, slow, and you can really feel the tingle of his warm lips. It makes your stomach tighten in excitement. You can feel the build up of wet heat in your blue panties. 

Lord how you want him right here right now.

“Take these off,” you mummer against him, pulling at his trousers. But the Doctor shakes his head pulling away from your reach.

“Oh, no no no,” The Doctor tuts, “I'm in charge here,” his eyes get dark with want and need. The look in his chocolate eyes makes your breath hitch. He leans in again, but this time targeting your thighs.

His mouth meets your soft skin, and he begins sucking gently, looking up at you through his lashes. He runs his hands up and under your shirt, making you squeak at his cold touch. His hands make their way up to your covered breasts. He kneads your chest with his large hands, and you finally throw your head back when you feel his wet tongue press against the fabric of your panties. The only thing separating his needy drooling mouth from your hot wet cunt is a thin piece of fabric.

“Take your top off.” The Doctor demands with a whisper. You comply ripping off your top and throwing it to the floor. The Doctor looks up with lustful eyes.

“Bra too.” You roll your eyes at him as you reach back to unclip it.

“Good.” He smirks.

The Doctor moves to grab hold of the edge of your painties with his teeth. Once he knows his grip is firm he pulls them down. He uses only teeth to pull your underwear all the way down to your feet.

You laugh at his idiotic antics and when he successfully throws your panties to the floor he smiles too.

The Doctor crawls back up your body, and stops when he meets face to face with your bare cunt.

“You look so fucking pretty right now.” You breathlessly whisper as his breath feathers over your slit.

“Mmm” He hums taking in your alluring scent. “But not as pretty as you,” he loops his arm around your thigh giving each a kiss before pulling you flush against his awaiting mouth.

The Doctor moves quickly, spreading your arousal with his tongue. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you feel his lips wrap around your clit, leaving just enough room for his tongue to poke out between his lips and swirl around your clitt.

You fight a groan as his lips suck and his tongue circles. Your body quivers and the Doctor has to use the arms around your thighs to keep you down. 

He moves back down to your opening and sticks his tongue in as far as he can get it to go. A growl bubbles up in his throat at the way you squeeze around him. The slurping noises further fuel The Doctor. He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without being balls deep in your drenched hole.

He laps at your cunt a while longer before he pulls back, licking his lips of your arousal. He uses the back of his hand to wipe the excess mess on his chin. All while keeping eye contact with you. It makes your head spin, and you haven't even cum yet.

“Think you're ready for me?” The Doctor asks as he climbs up your body making sure to eye your perky nipples longer then he should.

You only whine and nod in response. The Doctor smiles leaning in to peck your soft lips.

“Say it,” He insists nipping at your neck. “Out loud,” He sighs as he feels your hands run through his hair, the gesture making him lean into your touch with a soft noise of content.

“Y-yeah ‘m ready,” You whisper just loud enough for him to pick up. He smiles, and then pries your mouth open with his tongue. Once he's in, your tongues glide against each other. Moving as softly and swiftly as silk.

The Doctor groans as he pulls back and says, “Good,” with a smirk. He then dips his long fingers into you, where just a few moments ago his mouth was. He streches your tight cunt, trying to loosen you up before he shoves himself in you.

You can feel his bulge against your leg, and you swear on every dalek you ever have and ever will come across that you can feel it growing. You whimper and reach down to undo his pants, desperate for the agonizingly sweet stretch of his cock in you. 

“Okay darling,” He chuckles out at your eagerness. “Im working on it,” He tugs his pants down and with them his boxer briefs. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach in excitement.

“Come on, come on, come on,” you ramble out quickly in an attempt to get him faster.

“You need to calm down, or I won’t fuck you.” The Doctor threatens. “And I know how much you want me to.” He whispers the last part in your ear making your checks burn in embarrassment. But, you nod stilling your body, and even through your embarrassment you look up at him with desperate eyes. 

The Doctor moves to line up with your entrance and you hold your breath, waiting. As his tip sinks in you. The Doctor lets out a gasp he didn’t know he had in him. And then slowly the rest of his hard cock. 

The stretch stings, but it feels so good at the same time. And it is addicting. It’s like fire, so beautiful and welcoming yet it can be lethal if not used with precaution. But oh, how you wanted to swim in the fire. You both slot together like two pieces of a puzzle. So snug, so warm, and so perfect. You never want to leave, even if you end up burning yourself.

“What did I say? Amazing.” The Doctor moans out shuddering at the tight squeeze. You have limited vocabulary at the moment, but you manage to squeak out, “Another to add to-'' You get caught off guard when he pulls out of you almost fully before slamming right back into you. “T-the list, oh fu-fuck,” You studder out, finishing the thought he cut off.

He pulled out again this time faster, and he didn’t wait for as long before pushing in once again. The squelching sounds leave you a babbling mess. You're at The Doctors will. And he knows it just as much as you.

“Please, faster,” You say and The Doctor doesn’t falter in his response, “Why? Do you want me to fill you nice and full with my babies?” He asks, quickening his pace, per your request. You whimper at the idea of bearing his kids. You would be so swollen and full, and he would baby you, fuss about you. 

The Doctor's own words fuel his need for you even more than he thought possible. He would love to see your stomach swollen and huge with his heir. He would love to suck on your squishy, fat, breast as he fingers you. He would love to take care of you with his mouth, to help rest your aching body.

“Yes,” You spurt out, “Please,” You choke on your saliva as you watch his body move with yours. The bead of sweat on his forehead. The way his eyebrows scrunch with every movement he makes. His hips hitting yours with enough force to break the bed if he isn’t careful.

You grab hold of his swinging tie tugging it, bringing him lips to meet yours in a passionate, loving kiss. The stretch of his dick in you leaves you whimpering and whining into his mouth.

“Mhhhm,” you moan, you try to move your hand down to your clit. Needing the extra bit of stimulation to get to the beautiful edge sooner. Before you can reach in between the two of you The Doctor snatches your hand, pulling away from your lips.

“Oh, you really are greedy,” he tuts keeping his pace. “Tell me what you want and then I might give it to you.” The Doctor's hand reaches to grope your breast and flick your nipple as he continues to push in and out of you mercilessly.

You whimper and squirm as your eyes water. Your body tingles so close yet so far from where you want to be. 

“Please-,” you whine, grasping at his bare shoulders. 

“Just make me c-cum,” you babble out quietly. Desperate. Needy.

“How?” The Doctor teases, making you groan in annoyance and pleasure. When you don’t respond, he stops his thrusting completely. 

“W-why did you-“ 

“Use your words or I’ll stop.” He growled out, with his eyes glaring at you. You breathe heavily blinking to get your thoughts straight. The look on his face telling you this was just as hard for him as it is for you.

“Use your fingers,” you pause as he runs his finger against your perched nipple. He raised a brow waiting for you to continue. “On my cli-“

You don’t even have to finish the sentence before he begins pounding you, faster this time. He kiss you cheeks sloppily and whispers into your ear,

“As you wish,” he moves his hand down to your clit, wetting the tips of his fingers with your slick. He runs his fingers up to your swollen, awaiting bud. 

He twirls his fingers as his cock stretches you open. He pinches your clit and pounds your cunt, and you swear you can see stars.

“You're perfect.” The Doctor states breathlessly. “So beautiful, so tight and so perfect.” Your hips thrust up to meet him as his words. His voice and body are a song you can’t stop yourself from turning up.

“I'm going to fill you up so beautifully,” he moans out quietly, his heavy balls slapping your ass.

“Fuck-“ you cry, so near your peak. His thrust only gets faster with the sounds you make. His fingers move in quicker circles. The tingle of finishing so close.

“Go on,” he prompts, dipping his head down to suck on your neck. “Cum, for me.” 

His words are the final push into the pulsing pleasure. Your body shakes and twitches as he pounds you through your high. He moans softly as you pulse so tightly around him.

“Oh,” he moans, shuddering, “right there,” he grunts not far behind.

You can feel his hips falter and his pace slow. He moans so loud and so beautiful, it carries your high on longer than you thought possible. 

“Doctor,” You moan into his ear.

“Milk me sweetheart,” he groans as his hips thrust slower than before. His cum spurts into you, the warmth making you whimper for the hundredth time. You pull rope after rope after rope from his cock.

“So good, so fucking goo-“ he cuts himself off with a soft moan of your name as his eyes roll back. The Doctor's breathing gets jagged as your high turns into a fading buzz. 

You feel him come to a slow stop on his wobbly arms. His softened cock slowly pulls out of you. You both hiss as the loss or closeness, and The Doctor finally collapses onto the bed, right next to you. Your naked bodies pull the other one close.

You sigh, contently into his hair. His face squished against your boobs, just how he loves it. He chuckles as he helps you pull the blankets up and over your bodies. 

“You're right,” He comments, his breathing slowing down. You don’t respond for a moment, trying to think of what he means.

“Well of course I am,” you scoff softly. “But, just for the sake of the conversation, what am I right about?”

“There is one more thing to add to the list,” he replies simply, nuzzling into your chest.

“What?” You joke, “Being a good fuck?”

“No,” he says slightly taken aback, but the slight smile gives his true intentions away.

“Being a good wife.” He states calmly.

You chuckle and place a kiss on his messy head of hair.

[calicoheartz]

could you do dating Caitlin and when your out some girl recognizes her and asks for pictures and reader gets a lil jealous with smut?!?!?!

Envy’s Veil ; Caitlin Clark

꣑୧ — summary | Caitlin x jealous!reader

wc ; 1.4k

— warnings | NSFW under the cut ! praise (lots of it) so much sweet tension , teasing , fingering (r! receiving)

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : the time has finally arrived for my first ever smut fic 😈 pls forgive me as it is very light as im slowly easing myself into it , buuut i hope u guys enjoy ! ◡̈

After a week of long practices and conflicting schedules, you and Caitlin decided to take some time and unwind at a local bar. The atmosphere was lively, with music playing in the background, and the sound of chatter and laughter filling your ears around you. You found a cozy booth in the corner and settled in, simply enjoying the time with your girlfriend, grateful at the opportunity to spend time with her.

As you sipped your respective drinks and continued your conversation, the brunettes eyes widened in recognition, as you saw a young woman excitedly approach your table from the corner of your eye.

“Oh my gosh! Caitlin Clark right??” the woman exclaimed, her phone already out and grasped around her hand, ready for a selfie.

Caitlin smiled softly, nodding slightly, “thats me, would you like a picture?”

The woman nodded eagerly, wrapping her arm around your girlfriend's waist and Cait stood up to pose with her. You watched from the booth, a small pang of jealousy tugging at your heart. You knew Cait was just being friendly, but you couldn't help but feel a tad bit overprotective over her. I mean, that was YOUR girlfriend, and the woman was practically throwing herself at her ???? But you couldn't help but feel a little bit insecure.

You kindly offered to take their picture, and it ended as quickly as it started. The woman gave a quick thank you, before rushing back to the booth where her friends were. But even after it was all over, you still couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity and jealousy.

Caitlin, noticing something was off, as the evening continued you seemed quiet, almost as if something was on your mind. She grabs your face, caressing your cheek softly, her other free hand wrapping her fingers against yours. She softly whispers , “hey, is everything ok?”

You give her a small, but doubtful smile. Reassuring her you were okay and just tired. For the rest of the night, you were anxiously attached to her at the hip. Whether it was asking for a few kisses every now and then, or asking to hold her hand, this definitely made the brunette aware that you were in fact, not okay. And that beneath the surface there was something bothering you, she just couldn’t figure out what.

Eventually, Caitlin couldn’t take it anymore. She gently grabbed your wrist and led you to the bar’s exit, and proceeded to drive the both of you back to your shared apartment. Among the confusement, you simply figured that the brunette had caught onto your message. But obviously you yourself were never going to mention it, it wasn’t typically like you to get jealous, plus it really wasn’t that big of a deal. All you wanted right now was to go home, get into bed, and forget that it ever even happened.

Well…that isn’t what happened.

As soon as you got home, you proceeded with your everyday nighttime routine. Beginning to slowly slip off your heels, and beginning to remove your jacket. You hadn’t really spoken much to Caitlin during the drive, and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted her to know was how badly you wanted her to show you that she was yours, and obviously that you were even jealous to begin with.

Caitlin on the other hand, noticed your behavior (to be fair, you didn’t even try to hide it), and how you also hadn’t said anything during your drive back home. She wasn’t sure exactly how to make sure you were okay, as to her knowledge; you rarely acted like this.

You made your way to the living room and plopped onto the corner of the couch, with Caitlin following right behind you. She took a deep sigh before breaking the silence, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” your eyes widened at her sudden comment, as your fingers found their way to the hem of your blouse, you started fiddling with it slightly, only giving her a small pout in reply.

The brunette noticed this, and it immediately all clicked.

Oh. that’s why you were acting weird.

As soon she took note of this, she quickly scooched closer to you, wrapping her arms around your figure and burying her face in your neck, leaving small kisses over the piece of skin. A small moan escaped from your lips as a surprise at the sudden contact, Caitlin began tracing sweet shapes on the inside of your thigh, as she slowly whispered, “why don’t i show you how much you really mean to me, yeah?”

You nodded your head slightly, taken completely aback by her statement. But the idea of Caitlin doing anything to you in general is enough to have you completely soaked. She gently lifted you up, carrying you from the living room and into your shared bed, and softly putting you down. She had a feral look in her eye, but you knew deep down she would take good care of you. She tugged at the beautiful black fitted dress you were wearing, waiting for your approval to remove it, once she got it; she wasted no time slowly unzipping the back and gently slipping it off you. Caitlin had begun to feel your entire body, running her finger tips up and down your arms, slowly itching her way down your sides, before the began rubbing the inside of your thighs again.

You allowed a small whimper to leave your mouth at Cait’s free hand sliding down your exposed stomach, her lips kissing your neck and jawline as she allowed her fingers to wander closer and closer to your aching core.

“Do you want me to touch you here, my sweet girl?” she hummed into you, the special spot on your neck vibrating. You let out a light, but breathy moan. “Yes please, cait.” you said back, watching as her hand rested teasingly on your pussy. Your words seemed to have been good enough for her, as her palm lifted up, fingers feeling around for a certain nub.

You let out a pornographic moan when she briefly brushed against it, purposefully trying not to touch you at first. Your eyes were hazed with want, watching her long and slender fingers touch you, and only you while she sucked and kissed at your neck.

“Here?” she asked, as she slowly circled your clit with her thumb, pressing down on the nub while doing so. You let out a gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure. Your breath hitched as you let out a desperate plea for more. Two of her fingers joined together to rub you, her fingers working slowly and softly. Carefully rubbing your clit, up and down, side to side. Playing with it, toying with you-

She smiled smugly, giving you the most delicate kiss on your lips. As soon as she accumulated enough of your slick on her fingers, she wasted no time slowly prodding at your entrance, slipping 2 fingers into your core, as she listened for your reaction. She didnt have to listen very hard, as the moan you let out left her own wetness pooling in between her thighs.

Caitlin studied your face, observing the way it contorted from both the plain and pleasure, giving you enough time to adjust to the sudden pleasure before slowly pumping her fingers in and out, before quickening her pace.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she whispered sweetly, not taking her eyes off of you. “Look at you, taking me so well, just like a good girl should.”

She begins to tease you slightly, slowing her pace down and slowly rubbing your clit, but shes pushing her fingers so deep that you have to screw your eyes shut.

Caitlin knows youre sensitive, melting at slightest touch, you can feel your insides slowly begin to squeeze around her fingers, indicating that youre close.

“Yes just like that baby, come on, youre almost there” she whispers, “such a good girl, do you wanna cum on my fingers?” she asks teasingly. You eagerly nod your head, words not even daring to come our of your mouth due to the immense pleasure that youre feeling.

Your buried your head into her shoulder as you reached your high, your sweet cries muffled by the fabric of her shirt. She held her fingers in your for a couple of seconds, helping you through your orgasm; before carefully sliding them out. Your entire body shivering at the mere absence of them.

She smirked proudly, slowly bringing her fingers to her mouth before sucking them clean. A ritual she does after every time she makes you finish with her fingers.

She pulled you into a hug, kissing your head softly, “You did so good for me, good job baby”, as she gently rubbed circles onto your back.

“If that does show you how much i want you, then Im not sure what will”

omg wait that was lowkey…ok miss camiii 🫣👀 , anywhooo not sure how I feel about writing nsfw , but I will definitely keep it in mind for the future. As always , tysm for reading !

[doylldonmagar]

So I saw @hermesmyplatonicbeloved 's post and had some thoughts. I agree and disagree. I am a percabeth fan but I also know that some of it is screwy, and if you are familiar with my blog, you know this. I think RR screwed up and wrote out a LOT of trauma, I think he really should have dealt with that better. I think it's not good that he wrote trauma and mental issues and abuse into the foundation of many characters and then has ignored it when it became convenient for the plot.

I would love to see specific quotes and books for these because some of them I have no memory of and would like to revisit them.

I'm gonna talk my way through all of this so I'm gonna text break here

The first point is Percy scaring her to tears. I can only imagine in Tartarus? Like when they're both in their worst state? I don't know. I agree they should have talked about it, but I think they should have talked about all of HoH, which brings me back to saying: Rick really failed at dealing with trauma and processing and long term effects. Honestly, being scared *of* him, yeah I agree that's bad, but is that the situation? If she's scared by his power, then I'm not sure of where I stand on this, I don't know anyone with demigod powers, but I don't think I'd be scared simply because I know someone is capable of hurting me. Plenty of people are capable of hurting me. Like I don't know, what situation is this?

"Percy has been suicidal the whole time annabeth has known him, in BoO Percy attempts suicide and annabeth said nothing, noticed nothing" I'd really like a page or quote because i remember him being suicidal but never attempting. (Im rereading what i wrote, is this maybe referring to percy deciding it would be better if he drowned when hes with Jason? If so, I thought the book said annabeth wasn't told that he wanted to give up) But really my bigger issue with this statement is the fact that it's not necessarily a bad relationship just because a person doesn't realize someone is suicidal, or if their suicidal thoughts are fluctuating. If he's been suicidal the entire time she's known him, how should she know? And why is it the girlfriend's job to stop him from suicide? Like yeah she should care, but that's not her responsibility. No one should feel responsible for a significant other's suicide unless they encouraged the SO to do it.

The judo flip, I agree, annabeth should have been more sensitive to Percy's past and again, I blame Rick for conveniently forgetting that an abused kid is not going to laugh or even take well to being thrown on the ground. This also reminds me of a post I made a while back, because I was so frustrated by media portrayals of women getting upset (usually worried) about another character and shaking them or hitting them or using some form of violence, and that's portrayed as acceptable and normal and as a sign of love. I'm not a fan of that.

"Annabeth likes to keep percy on his toes" this point, I want specific quotes, cause I'd like to go over it again. I agree this is funky. Percy says he feels more comfortable with annabeth and feels like he can talk to her blah blah, but yeah, I think I remember him saying she makes him anxious and that's a problem for me. Like genuinely, to anyone who reads this: if your SO makes you feel uncomfortable, anxious, nervous, or unsafe, please reevaluate your relationship and be safe. That's not good. And back to percabeth, I'm really not sure why RR would say that.

Bringing up abusive stepfather. If annabeth didn't already know about Gabe...I don't know, that says to me that percy was too traumatized to talk about it, in which case, why can annabeth see it in his actions, his comments, his reactions? I don't know that either. But I do know that having met my fair share of traumatized kids, it's not at all uncommon for them to share trauma as a joke and for multiple kids to laugh it off, not to mention suicidal jokes or jokes about their own abuse. Now I want to be clear, I'm not saying that's healthy, I think that's bad, but I also think it's common. And if annabeth doesn't realize what he's really talking about, or is caught up in her own experience, or is uncomfortable, laughing is not an uncommon response. And I don't think that makes their relationship toxic. (And I'm saying it again: I think Rick wrote that so that people could say oh poor percy and feel strongly about how horrible the situation is, but he didn't want to get into the trauma, so by annabeth laughing it off, he can move on with the scene but include little details that show how bad tartarus is)

I don't remember any comments about poseiden, but I agree her interactions with Tyson are problematic. I have zero explanation or excuse, I really don't know what rick was thinking with that, unless it was maybe a way to signify how all halfbloods feel about monsters? (Now that I've said that, that kinda makes sense, if percy sees a monster who was his human friend, but everyone else just sees a monster who is just like the other monsters who have killed their siblings. But still. Annabeth saying he was gross was uncalled for, Rick could have said she was scared or concerned this was a trick or something, but disgust?)

I agree about Percy's unresolved trauma manifesting as fear of annabeth. I already commented on the judo flip, see comments above.

Percy absolutely has horrible self asteem. I'm not sure that's annabeths problem. Yeah she should support him in every way she can, but it's not her responsibility or anyone else's to make him feel better about himself. She should want to, and she should be positive and encouraging, but I don't think Percy's lack of growth is her problem or necessarily a sign of a toxic relationship. It can be, but I'm not certain it is in this case. I think, as I'm sure you know if you've read this much, Rick doesn't know how to write characters who are further along in their trauma- processing, healing, discussing- rick fails to deal with anything besides a currently traumatized kid and a unresolved but out of the directly abusive situation. (This is where I'd like to note, the whole seaweed brain thing, not funny to me, not cute. I'm not a fan because I do think that encourages negative self image. I am aware that that could be link to annabeths childhood, but again, I would expect her to be hyperaware of this sort of emotional abuse. And I blame Rick. Why does she never have her actual abuse mentioned?)

I don't recall annabeth pushing percy to choose between them. I would have said she had doubts about him still wanting to go to CA and he said that he regretted not being there for Estelle but didn't want to be without annabeth (which is kinda cute, kinda codependent to me, and I agree, codependency is not cute)

I would argue the last point "Percy has no interest in going to New Rome or University" is clearly false. In SoN (2nd book of HOO) Percy discovers there are full families living in New Rome, and how it's safe there, and he says multiple times that he wants that, how he remembers he had a girlfriend named annabeth and he wants her to be there and wants to be able to settle down *there*. And in ChaliceotG he's torn, because he does want to stay in New York for his mom and sister, but he really wants to be with annabeth and he loves new Rome. He says multiple times how he wants to go to New Rome. Its true, if the only reason he wants to go is for annabeth, that's a bit funky. But new Rome is the safest place for demigods, and he's been in wars for years, of course he wants that. And wanting to be out of school- okay? New Rome isn't just about the university, not to mention the New Rome university is focused on kids with dyslexia and adhd, obviously. So it will be tailored to him, his struggles are understood, accepted, and aided. Who wouldn't see the appeal in that?

And finally, I agree, that if a character or couple is going to have broad reach, they should be healthy. That's a problem i have with Colleen hoover and all her toxic relationships that have a large audience and are so loved by that audience. And back to this, I hate that the pjo hoo couples are so focused on in the books because fans always pay attention to the couples, but the focus amplifies them, and I think having a relationship be the main focus of a kids/teen/ya book sets up horrible mindsets, and idolizes relationships and all in all is not good for kids. Percabeth or not, healthy or not, I don't think the emphasis on relationships is good.

I might link some of my other posts that I mentioned or that address similar issues in the reblogs

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hello! I was wonder if you could do Slasher headcannons with a S/O who struggles with Anxiety? If not that's alright!

Now I don't have an anxiety disorder so im doing research and I'm not sure it's you're talking about an anxiety disorder or just dealing with getting anxious but I'll make it the first one.

I tried to make this more serious but I failed

Slashers with reader who struggles with anxiety!

Michael

He may notice you seem extremely stressed about things, whether small or big and he doesn't understand it I mean if you're away from him then yeah he gets pretty nervous but about somethings like dates and schedules to the point it messes up in your daily life? Why?

But tries to comfort you. If he sees you fatigued then he'll usher you into bed, if you can't sleep then he'll just lay down next to you until you do which I'm unsure how long it'll take but he's quite the patient man, if he's in his younger days that is.

If you start crying because of it or get a panic attack and come to him he'll sit and let you cry on him and may have a hand on your hand, head or back while at it. He wants you to get help despite his strong dislike for you being away from him he sucks it up. But at the same time he also doesn't, because look like happened when he was with Loomis, he was supposed to help him and look how he turned out.

But he'll suck it up. If he notices if your mental health is getting worse when you are "getting treated" He'll just find and kill whoever is in charge of you.

Sinclair brothers

Bo has a hard shell yes but inside his heart is bouncing all over the place of worry. He may have had his fair share of panic attacks and it's horrible. He hopes there's something he can do to help. He listens to whatever problem you may be having and comforts you with what things you may like. He also tries not to lose his temper or yell around or at you. Which may be hard since he's angry 90% of the time but anything to help your anxiety reduce at least just a bit. He has magical hands that can and will remove anything that stresses you out and magical hands that will make you forget what stresses you out... He'll cuddle the shit out of you behind closed doors with many affections and kisses. Or just warm and gentle holding. You choose he'll do it. 🫶

Vincent is probably the most understanding, his worries and anxiety attacks when he imagines someone seeing him without his mask or when he can't find it. He doesn't know what much he can do since he's very awkward and and can't speak and is just '🧍' but he can listen and hold you however you'd like. If you want to touch and play with his hair then please do so, if you want to do a little a wax sculpting you're more than allowed. You're both doing wax sculptures to take your little mind off things, but if you start worrying if it's going to look good or not then he just "✋". If it's work then he'll bring you drinks and food of your choice and signals you to take a break. If your boss keeps pushing you to the point you break down then uh... Hey why did your boss go missing suddenly?

Lester the most carefree and happy though seen what it does to his brothers and hates it that it also happens to you. Very very sad. He takes you out on walks and Or driving around. Literally just holds you if he notices you being too nervous. And just the most sweetest soft kisses and affirmations that everything will be alright and you don't have to worry about anything because he'll be helping you through it all. Just soft cuddling as your pour your feelings out to him. He doesn't want you to feel alone and he won't make you feel alone. Snacks and drinks and heavy blankets and anything else that might help you for the time being. If there's someone or something that stresses you out too much they're either gone or oh look it looks like there's a hand popping out of the pile of roadkill! Anyways let's play with jonesy.

Bonus: jonesy! She just knows when you're feeling anxious before you do. plays with you, lets you pet her, kisses you. Just lays around you. Loves going on calming road trips with Lester so you're going too if you want to that is. If you're worried about your looks or something she'll just bite or bark at whoever gives you the looks or talks bad about you. She'll never let you feel bad she's your best friend 🫰🫵

Hannibal

He noticed this when you were first appointed, it's okay nothing special so did many of his previous patience but your case is really severe and you don't seem to get better. That's alright. There isn't always immediate changes it takes time. But no matter how much he gives time Or uses his techniques you don't seem to get better. This bothers him. And eventually he finds himself attached to you, like really attached and not just your disorder but for who you are. So now he is no longer Dr lecter. He's your best friend (boyfriend?) hannibal. Isn't that illegal? No because he's no longer your therapist and you're not longer his patient. How does that make sense? Don't ask anymore further questions.

He can read you like a book and he'll bring all your necessities you need when you start feeling really tense. During the attacks he'll rub your back while he holds a glass of cold water to your mouth while telling you it's okay. It also stresses him tf out. If you start becoming distant or get irritated more than usual he prepare something nice for you like food or a very pleasant warm bath and he assures you that he'll be there to help you. He'll make a healthy schedule for you and make you start looking after yourself, though he wonders if you're gonna leave him if you start finally getting better.

There may come a time where you are in a corner and uncontrollably crying and hannibal is just across the room staring at you as he calls will and says "Will, Will they won't stop crying what do I do." He knows what to do but is too afraid to do anything.

Billy and stu

It's really chaotic.

You may be on the ground and stu is just screaming and aggressively searching on his phone on what to do while Billy is shakily holding a glass of water and just says

"I heard water helps... You want water...?"

You're practically going to be sandwiched between them when it's cuddling time. And god forbid anyone makes you anxious and cry because they're gonna be on the news report later.

At least one of them is always going to be on your side incase anything distraughts you and there's gonna be no one there to help you ease down. Stu will be there to make jokes to help you feel lighter and Billy is just uh Billy. You three will maybe watch a movie or two and go on fun or relaxing outings. No person or something will make their s/o feel anything negative.

[in-restless-walks]

okay i don't know sorry if this is a weird ask but right now im high and watching a youtube video of simon and garfunkel singin the boxer in the concert in central park and idk i got like a vibe from them so my question is are you a simon and garfunkel historian? do you know the context of their relationship during that moment? i don't know you i just searched simon and garfunkel and ended up in your blog so forgive me if you are not that kind of fan or something idk. i know that simon and garfunkel is big on tumblr but idk sometimes is like in a yaoi kind of way sometimes is like an ironic meme i dont know what im saying tbh im sorry for this. anyway if you don't know could you give me some blogs recomendations so i can ask them? is this a weird thing to ask? do i sound crazy? again im really high and this is taking too much to write because i don't know if i make sense sometimes i forget what word i put before the word i'm writing. anyway. can you help me with my issue? thanks a lot! oh for context i don't really know simon and garfunkel lore so just in case i need context i just know their relationship was like weird like sometimes they got along and then they missed each other or something? okay thanks! <3

Wow, okay, thanks for sending this, and first of all, I hope you enjoyed getting high, LOL. I guess there's nothing like getting high and starting to wonder about the yaoi side of Simon & Garfunkel.

I am not a Simon & Garfunkel historian, so to speak, but I have been a fan for quite some time and I have read all the biographies there are to read, I have done my fair share of research into them, so I do think I know a bit about the S&G "lore". Ever since the first time I saw the Concert in Central Park and seeing the same "vibe" you did during The Boxer, I've also 'shipped' them. That is to say, while I do not think that they were ever in a romantic relationship and everything that that entails, I don't rule out at all that anything of a sexual nature happened between them. Other people seem to think that too, hence the 'yaoi' posts you see on tumblr.

Their relationship was/is a really complicated one and I'm not sure any of us know exactly what happened to make them where they are now - supposedly on no speaking terms. I mean, Paul said in his recent documentary that Art turned from someone who 'got it for him" into someone he hopes never to see again, which...ouch x 1000.

For you and for everyone else getting into Simon & Garfunkel, here's a little crash course.

TL;DR they're both idiots who got along reasonably well if it wasn't about their professional business. Their creative differences re: music (and personal grievances) were always so large (as were their egos) that they followed a pattern of getting together to try (again), fought, were on no speaking terms for a decade, thought to give it another try, and repeat, ad infinitum. In fanfic terms, they are the epitome of strangers to friends to lovers to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to...

1950s

Paul and Art are childhood friends. They lived a few streets away from each other in Queens, NY, and they went to the same school. They're the same age, born three weeks apart. They formally met when they were eleven, at the school play for Alice in Wonderland (Paul was the White Rabbit, Art the Cheshire Cat). Soon after, they started recording songs in their basements, trying to copy their heroes, the Everly Brothers. They got signed by Big Records by someone called Sid Prosen, called themselves Tom (Art) and Jerry (Paul) and released a fairly successful single called 'Hey Schoolgirl' when they were 16, which even made them go on Dick Clark's American Bandstand show (footage sadly does not survive). Paul recorded a song by himself, without telling Art, while he called himself True Taylor, and Art found out, 'shattering' the friendship with Paul for the first time. (It seems to have never recovered to how it was before). I coin this the True Taylor Incident™️. Alledgedly they didn't speak to each other for a couple of years after graduating high school (1958-1962-ish). During that time, Art recorded a few songs as Artie Garr, and Paul did as well, as Jerry Landis.

1960s

Paul went to study in Queens College, NY, and Art went to Columbia University (there he met his blind roommate Sanford, which is a whole other interesting side story). Paul and Art got reacquainted with each other, performed as a duo again and managed to get signed to Columbia records to record an album in March 1964, which was to be released in October 1964.

Meanwhile, Paul often went to England and mainland Europe (France, Denmark, the Netherlands...) and there he met Kathy who became his girlfriend (Hence, Kathy's Song, and "Kathy I'm lost, I said" from America). He also recorded a solo album while in the UK, called The Paul Simon Songbook. Art went to visit him a few times.

Their first album, Wednesday Morning 3AM, flopped; Art stayed in school and Paul went back to the UK. The album did contain the song The Sound of Silence (acoustic version) and a really interesting thing happened in late 1965 when someone decided to put electric guitars to the track and suddenly it got airplay. Paul was in Denmark when the song was really starting to do well on the charts, and he had to rush home to NYC when the song became number one.

Then, Paul and Artie were suddenly famous! They quickly recorded another album with several songs that were on The Paul Simon Songbook, but now Art's harmonies were on there. They did a lot of tv performances in 1966 and 1967 and toured mainly in the college and university circuits. (I will link some tv peformances and so on later, in another post).

I'm skipping over some things now, but in my opinion, trouble for their relationship really began again when they started recording their album Bookends and Paul had been writing music for The Graduate (Mrs. Robinson) (1968). The director of The Graduate, Mike Nichols, had asked Art and Paul to act in his next movie, Catch-22, but Paul's scenes got cut, and Art went to Mexico on his own for the better part of the first half of 1969, just when they were supposed to record their next album, Bridge Over Troubled Water. Tensions ran super high at that time. Plus, Paul had written the song Bridge Over Troubled Water for Art to sing, but he later said that Art first refused to sing it (Art said that he wanted Paul to sing it in a lovely falsetto voice) and later, during concerts, Art took standing ovations while finishing the song, while Paul was jealous that he didn't get songwriting credits on stage. Paul also said that Art was leaving him to do movies...not long after Catch-22, Art got invited to play a role in Mike Nichols' next movie, Carnal Knowledge. (see also: Why Don't You Write Me...."if it's only to say that you're leaving me"). The whole Bridge Over Troubled Water album is one big breakup album.

Meanwhile, Paul had gotten married to Simon & Garfunkel's manager's ex-wife (I still can't fathom this) and Peggy also kind of encouraged him to go solo. Paul also claimed that his musical interests and Art's were drifting apart, so eventually, they split in 1970. Artie thought they were only taking a break, and allegedly he didn't realize they were really done.

1970s

Both starting solo careers, they reunited a few times as well, such as for the McGovern benefit concert in 1972, and most notably in the second Saturday Night Live episode in 1975 (tell me they're not flirting the whole time). Paul had even written a song, My Little Town, that the both of them performed for the reunion and was featured on both of their (solo) albums There was also a reunion for Paul's The Paul Simon Special (1977), the Brittania Awards (1977) and some other benefit concerts.

1980s

Paul was approached by a concert producer about playing in Central Park and maybe doing a few songs with Art, and Paul was like, I can't very well play support to Simon & Garfunkel, so it was decided that the whole concert was supposed to be the both of them. And time it was, what a time it was! Safe to say the concert was a success, even though they were fighting again (Art wanted to stay as close to the accoustic sets they used to do in the college performances, and Paul wanted a big band on stage). The interviews before the performance are awkward as usual, but it seems that for the performance itself they kind of set their differences aside, and they seem to be having a good time on stage, as good as it gets with these two. The back rub during The Boxer is...I can't explain it, but that was a lovely gesture by Art.

Because the concert in Central Park had been so successful, they were going to bank on that success and do a whole reunion tour AND a reunion album in 1982-1983, but that seems to have been a very miserable experience for them both. Their body language in interviews says it all. It culminated in Paul wiping Art's vocals from what was supposed to be their reunion album and releasing it as a solo album. Safe to say they were on no speaking terms again for a while, lmao, especially when their professional endeavours were concerned. They did hang out sometimes in private, because Paul had married Carrie Fisher and Art was seeing Carrie's friend Penny. Then Paul got famous with Graceland and Artie was once again, forgotten.

1990s

They got inducted in the Hall of Fame (another miserable experience), Paul did another concert in Central Park (without any sign of Art this time) and they did a few reunion concerts in NYC and so, but neither of them looked very happy about that, if you ask me. In fact, the less they had to look at each other, the better. There was apparently one instance where they were fighting and someone had to stand in between them, or they would have physically started attacking each other? Sounds like a lot of fun, huh? Start of another decade of not speaking to each other.

2000s

After getting a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award, they thought it was a good idea to get together again and do a reunion your, and that seemed to work, for a while. They toured the United States (2003-2004), Europe (2004), Australia/NZ and Japan (2009) and were about to embark on yet some more shows in the fall of 2010, but then Art Lost His Voice (you can see this happening right in front of your salad at the April 2010 Jazz Fest, but they were still very chummy then).

What happened in 2010...no idea, but it wasn't good. And then Art made things much, much worse when he did an interview in 2015, called Paul a Monster, and idiot and a jerk, and how could he leave a successful formula like Simon & Garfunkel behind and no amount of groveling that Art has done since (like begging Paul to call him in an interview) has helped. They are still on no speaking terms.

Now all we can do is wait and hope they come to their senses and kind of make up before they die. Under no circumstances do I still want them to sing together, but damn, if all of us don't want them to just both sit on the edge of a park bench, like bookends, I don't know anymore.

My take on the whole thing: they were good friends as kids, Art never got over the True Tailor Incident and that stayed with him forever; he always saw Paul as someone who could betray him in the blink of an eye. Paul was envious of Art's looks (and height); meanwhile Art wasn't a songwriter, so Paul had that advantage over him. It's not a good balance to be in such a close partnership. Perhaps at one point something did happen between them, complicating things even more, because can you really hate someone that much if you don't have strong feelings for them either? In later years, it seems to be mainly the "creative differences" about the music that was causing a rift, but maybe after all is said and done, perhaps Carrie Fisher said it best "not only do I not like you, but I don't like you personally." Paul 'cheated' on Art with True Taylor and, like any other one half of a (married) couple, he tried to get over it, but never could. (and maybe Paul is a jerk lmao. But Art was no angel either).

I've skipped over a lot of things, so if you have more questions, shoot. There are quite a few of us who are posting regularly about them, and who know about everything I've written above. In fact, there's a Tumblr community on S&G now (see my pinned post) but so far there haven't been many people interested in joining, lol, so if you want in, let me know. People could do a lot more theorizing there, haha.

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Your wish is my command, @failedcrow

HOW EPITHETS WORK:

BASICALLY ive come to the conclusion that depending on how general or specific a word is when it comes to an Epithet, the more 'powers' you have (which ive deducted is part of the creativity portion of the epithet reveal card)

For example, if you had an Epithet thats very specific to one thing, like Blizzard, Barrier, etc, you can only do that one thing and thats your whole deal. But if the word is way more general, like Winter, Protection, etc, the more the person can do.

I also dont think hyphenated words count for Epithets, since its technically a 2 in 1? Which I would say isnt fair, but then again Zora is super fucking op for no reason. But I do doubt that someone could get Immortality as their epithet.

I think in the lore you're born with your Epithet, but the way the "word tied to your soul" thing works is kind of like a Witch's bile sac in TOW (with the sac being the word you get your magic from)

FOR THE EPITHET REVEAL CARDS:

I've done a fair share of thinking and eventually came to a few conclusions that all depend on both DND stats and common sense

Proficiency: Strength, Molly made a comment abt Mera and Indus having REALLY high Proficiency, Id i were to look at this from a dnd perspective, Proficiency is a bonus to one skill, which doesn't exactly make sense in the context

Stamina: How long you can last in battle, this just feels obvious tbh

Creativity: I'm torn on this one, cuz I'm thinking its either how many moves a person with an epithet can have OR how interesting/how much thought is put into their movesets. But im leaning more towards the second option since my first theory i technically disproved myself

ERASER CUFFS:

Ok im gonna be honest, the whole way Eraser cuffs work is stupid. Just.... forgetting the Epithet? That raises more questions then answers for me, the ending of episode 7 shouldnt have been possible considering what couldve happened in episode 5 (when Mera and Indus got arrested)

And how does Percy remember her Epithet stamina??? Look, I understand RAMSEY remembering HER Epithet, but I think I have a better idea;

Basically, the cuffs click onto your wrists (feels like a spike color) and it locks off your Epithet until the cuffs come off. After that its a few minute delay to get your Epithet flow back, since its connected to your heart and normally body parts take a while to get blood circulation if cut off, Epithet circulation is gonna be like that too.

"BUT NOAH!!! IF THATS YOUR LOGICAL REASONING WHAT ABT THE ARSENE AMULET?"

For me; it'd work in a similar way, its just that when the cuffs are removed your Epithet comes back. In the case of the Arsene amulet, I say an Epithet user gets their cool powers sucked out from the chest area (Mera did that with Slyvie in ep 4) and then the sac, and the word in it just- schwoop! Gone!

Of course, because of plot, you can get it back. But I have a feeling it has a limit on how many Epithets it can hold before it expells yours. And also before your body just- straight up deflates/gives out from all the Epithets. Pretty sure you can only handle ONE considering it's a ONE WORD ABILITY!!!!!!!

So thats my Epithet Erased rant! Enjoy >:)

[bangsinc]

hiii i saw ur fic about spot with a neurodivergent reader, im autistic soo i really loved it but also! if you could do another one of those about ocd? i have that aswell and don't see it in fics much. either way i appreciate you including nd people in your fics :D!

⚪️Spot x Reader with OCD🖤

Im so sorry this is late! Anyways—thankfully— I got a lot of information about OCD as a disorder. Hopefully I didn’t get anything wrong, and if I did please let me know! It’s very important to me we get to see ourselves in our readers.

The spot has no bias for a neurodivergent partner. He sees them just as capable as him and anyone else—of course— it doesn’t mean he’s not going to do everything in his power to make your life easier. He’s mildly well-educated in most disorders, and he’s willing to adjust to his partners comfort. For example; If you two live together, he’ll try his best to clean up after himself and avoid a plethora of messes due to his experimentation.

Agressive or intrusive thoughts don’t bother him at all! He’s had his fair share of them, and of course, they’re called intrusive for a reason. They’re not something you want, and he won’t judge you or see you as weird or creepy for them.

Spot might do his own research in his own time to learn more about your condition and what he can personally do to help. Of course, he’s your boyfriend and not You’re therapist, so he’s not going to ask you anything personal. He’s not there to ‘fix you’.

If they’re bothering you to an extent, Spot will try to get you to be distracted from your compulsions. They’re not things that please you, they just ease anxiety, and of course, he’d rather you find healthier ways to calm yourself! Maybe you two can go out and do something you both like.

Spot doesn’t mind if you have Tics due to your OCD. If he’s cuddling you, or holding you or really doing anything with you, he brushes those movements aside if it makes you uncomfortable to comment on them.

He constantly reminds you that you’re doing great and he LOVES you so dearly. You’re perfect to him, and if you fret over a small mistake or if you’re worried you’d upset him, he’s quick to remind you that it’s okay. You never upset him! And accidents happen, it’s what makes you human. Even if you’re afraid you might act on a violent impulse and hurt him, he knows you wouldn’t because it isn’t who you are.

Not a very long headcanon, but he always reminds you that the stoves off. Or the lights were left off when you two left, or that he locked the doors.. just so you don’t need to worry about it.

If you’re on medication, he’ll make sure you take it regularly. Of course, he knows it’s definitely not something you’re going to really forget, but he would want to be reminded if he was in your shoes.

If a fear of an allergic reaction is bothering you, he’d want you to talk to him about it. Even if it’s something you know you’re not allergic to, or something you think is ‘dumb’, he understands you can’t help it. He wouldn’t want this issue to lead to compulsions of just not eating altogether either. The Spot couldn’t treat an issue like this himself, but he can try to push you into getting exposure responce therapy.

[buggitino]

some headcanons about sebastian solace from the hit game pressure roblox

to start - this may seem unimportant to you guys but its important to me: that ring on his finger is about as serious as the squirrel stapler room (that is, to say, the whole thing is a bit that the devs have included in their silly project and i will be treating it as such) (for selfish reasons, of course, but idc!! i'm having fun with this stupid game that i love and thats all that matters) (update on this: as i'm typing, i'm finding out that zerum is serious about her and sebastian being married which is honestly kinda...) (like sure fine that's cool and all if he were JUST your OC but sebastian has reached a point of publicity where he is more than that. obviously, i think it's rude and terrible and disrespectful to disregard a creators wishes as to how their character is used in fan-made content (this especially goes for NSFW art cause i think its fucked up if people make that sort of content of a character and POST IT after the creator explicitly said not to). at the same time, there are many people on the internet who do not care and will do what they want regardless. i think it'd be fair for her to ask not to have any of it sent to her specifically or posted in the Pressure server that she co-runs where she will obviously see it but she's saying she doesn't want anyone to make that sort of stuff period which is unreasonable and will only serve to hurt her in the long run. i don't know how old zerum is but this is reminiscent of my own (early) internet phases where i would become EXTREMELY attached to a character and refuse to acknowledge that that character existed differently (or at all) to someone else (i don't want to admit it was a sans AU but i really don't think i have a choice). i really hope she gets past this in a healthy way and comes to understand that a character who's been made public the way sebastian has been made public has a very different dynamic than an OC that you're sharing with your friends)

☆ pretty basic and angsty interpretation and im positive most people in the fandom agree with me on this - he doesn't like getting hit with the bright light not only because of the angler fish DNA making his eyes sensitive but also because it reminds him of surgical lights (which is why he has a Take No Shit policy (since the update) for expendables flashing him) (yeah, he has a pretty short fuse already, but he wouldn't deck an expendable for leaving and coming back in once nor would he shoot them for using the keycard on his wares) (so even though its because of the DNA mixing, i like headcanoning theres more to it for funsies)

☆ can and will let the expendables die in his shop because then he doesn't have to leave to collect all the shit they drop (on that note, wags his tail and chuckles when you buy stuff cause he knows it'll ultimately be useless and he'll just get it back)

☆ collects data so he has records of urbanshades bullshittery (so he can prosecute their asses the second he escapes) AND so he can re-discover his own identity (this plays into my headcanon that he's slowly forgetting what he used to look like as well as what his life used to be outside of urbanshades teensy weensy ginormous fuck up facility)

☆ i know this is (basically) canon but i'm solidifying it for myself by calling it here: he's chilean american (and speaks chilean spanish) and i know like i KNOW if his radio was working he'd be blasting Bio Bio or Futuro or Pudahuel 24/7

☆☆ bonus!! he 100% listens to mid 90s - early 2000s emo music now (have you even seen him) (that mf painted his nails pitch black in middle school) (walked out the door listening to Green Day and One Last Wish on his walkman while his mom kissed him goodbye telling him to have a good day at school TRUST) and his favorite chilean genres are nueva trova chilena, folklore, cueca, and punk melodico! (im not entirely familiar with chilean culture and music so if anyone here is chilean and likes Pressure PLEASE chime in i'd love to hear your thoughts)

☆ on the topic of family, he would help his mom cook and clean sometimes when his older sister was out (his dad helps too!!)

☆ twirls/plays with his hair (mostly because he doesn't have anything else to fidget with) (projecting he's self conscious about it cause thats why i play with my hair whoops)

☆ soft spot for teen/young adult expendables that he doesn't have for the older ones (every time he sees an expendable younger than 30, his disgust and rage towards urbanshade grows)

these are all for fun and just my personal opinions/headcanons!! i'll update these eventually (maybe) and i wanna hear what you guys have to say too :D

[monstertidbits]

thoughts about chilchuck pls. i hope your day is going well

first tysm nonnie i hope the same for you :) and well im always thinkin abt chilchuck. actually earlier this week i was thinking abt how capable and skilled he is? he's incredibly smart, speaks several languages, is great at using a bow (yes he always acknowledges himself not standing a chance in close combat so he made sure to at least develop some long range combat skills), is quite literally the best at his area of expertise on the island AND the leader of the half-foot guild... and i'm sure he has many other random skills he picked up along the way. like it's so easy to forget since they are all such goofy dumbasses, but laios' party is filled with exceptional people.

and i was thinking about how chilchuck criticizing laios' leadership skills isn't him just being condescending, but talking from his own personal experience as a leader among his people. and then i was thinking that it's probably very unlikely for a half-foot to lead their own party as the other races don't seem to take them seriously enough. and chil is no less capable than any other party leader in this dungeon, he just knows exactly the kind of prejudice these people hold against his kind and he personally ain't all that interested in taking responsibility of parties filled with self serving pricks. so he prefers to work quietly and get his fair share, and take care of the other half-foots so they don't experience the hardships he went through in this place solely for the fact he was young and didn't realize that the world around him pretty much works against him (remember that time he was used as bait for succubus hunting?). and yeah he's not ashamed to also get proper profit for his hard work and at this point he really doesn't care about people disapproving of his ways, it's just annoying af when those people prefer falling into stereotypes and appeasing the other races or are no less hungry for money and power than anyone else. and at the end of the day he kept working and doing all of this mostly for the sake of others and specifically laios' party, as he could've retired years ago. even mickbell who held a grudge against him for basically running a normal business found out he is a decent man (who also saved his life but whatever). and i can go on talking about how him staying by laios' side and trusting him the way he does after everything he went through is because laios showed him time and time again that he is different and actually makes chil a priority as his colleague and friend and doesn't treat him as a mere tool to achieve his goals, but this is getting too long already. anyways what i'm tryna say is little guy is quite cool actually i love him to death

[miquella-everywhere]

Hi!

Ik you mostly do lore dives and the like, but do you have any headcanons on what Miquella gets up to in his freetime? He seems like he'd have his fair share of hobbies!

oh my gosh i just now noticed this ask in my box lmao im so sorry it took this long for me to notice 😂

oh for sure! Miquella had their fair share of hobbies growing up outside of fundamentalism and attempting to treat Malenia, far too many hobbies for a single child one would argue actually lol

mathematics, medical sciences, engineering, sorceries, physics, puppetry, if anything peaked Miquella's interest they would dive head first into the subject and often times they would overwork themselves into exhaustion.

It sure is wonderful that Malenia would come across her brother slumped over his desk snoring away, drooling onto his notes and then wrap them up in a blanket and carry him to their room UwU

ah also dont forget their proficiency in oneiromancy and the spirits lol miquella also found themselves spending a lot of their time in their dreams as well!

[muniimyg]

42.5 | when will you

series m.list

taglist: @kakixaku @boraength @4ksj @pamzn @jinsearth @fancycollectormoon @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @fan-ati--c @kthlvr30 @ellesalazar @taeees-world @sukunasrealgf @firesighgirl @jeonninja @bloopkook @butterymin @pinkseokchim @joonsjuice

warnings: “ SMUTTTTTTT “🤭 half-assed slow burn mood,, angst angst angst !!!

note: well well well …… we’re back :p no cuz like …. me: im gonna take a break // me writing and posting at 5am: BE FUCKING FOR REAL ….

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THIS IS UNEDITED 💔 i might come back and edit but also i’m OVER IT so take this written as u will 🤺pls send in asks !! i’d love to hear from u <3

Jungkook is a gentleman. 

He has and always has been the kind of guy to never forget your birthday, friendship anniversaries, or any other milestone that could fall into being a considerate man. He’s known to put your feelings before his. It comes to no one’s surprise when your needs are being met while his are being swept under the rug. Not to say that you neglect him! It’s simply that in terms of physical intimacy, there was not much he could hope for from you.

All his life, he did his best to respect you, your body, and your choices. Everything from your tattoos, piercings, and the way you dress; he loves. He has had heart eyes on you since you two were young and with each passing day, you became more and more ravishing. Not only did you make life beautiful—you were beautiful. 

Though Jungkook has never really had problems falling asleep, he’d often lay awake thinking about you. Lonely without you by his side, or simply after receiving a “goodnight, bhie” message from you; he would stay up and wonder when he would ever get to have you close to him.

He isn’t sure if it was sinful or deserving but every night you spend with him, laying side by side or cuddled together; he’d want more. So much more that it would have been too dangerous to simply ask. It would have been too tricky to put himself out there. Yet, it would be a lie if he said he never thought about getting you out of his system. 

As much as Jungkook loves you, he has never enjoyed being in love with you in the sense that a part of him has always felt like he would never truly have you.

After all, Jungkook is a man and as a man; it ached to know that the love of his life would never lewdly whimper his name. Uttering begging phrases, challenging him to fuck you so good; your eyes would roll back and your back would arch from the sensitivity he’d bring upon you. It saddened Jungkook to think that he would never get to watch you undress and fall on your knees for him… Or that he’d never get to watch you purse your addictive lips before wrapping them around his hard cock. It ruined him to think that he’d never know what it would feel like to be inside of you—never knowing the warmth and the closeness sex with you would bring...

Until now. 

You’ve seen Jungkook without a shirt before. 

Of course, you have. 

You’ve seen Jungkook’s hands before—veiny, thick, and tatted.

Of course, you have. 

But you have never seen the combination together. Especially not when he’s in between your legs. You’ve never felt the heat of his breath on your bare pussy. You’ve never felt his bulge against your ass up until 30 minutes ago when he began to undress you.

“Mhmphh—nghhh,” you moan, feeling yourself clench. 

Jungkook cocks his head up and watches you shakily breathe in and out. Your clothes are all off except for a shirt of his you have on. He wonders why it’s still on, but taking into account that he had the honour of undressing you… It’s whatever.

He almost lost his mind when you asked him to take off your panties—therefore, the shirt is the least of his worries. 

You arch your back, plopping on your elbows to get a better perspective. You’ve never been in this position with him before. It feels so nerve-wracking. At first, to be completely honest, you were insecure about him seeing you naked.

This is still Jungkook.

He has had his fair share of bodies and you can’t help but compare yourself to them. Even if it was only for a split second, it made you self conscious. Jungkook noticed it though. He noticed your body language tense up and opted to begin with easing your nerves.

Thus, him prepping you.

“Can you take one more?” Jungkook asks as he runs his thumb around your clit. He does it softly, hardly pressing on your skin. It makes you shiver, hating the way he’s playing with you. 

He already has two digits in. 

“A-another one? Why.. Why can’t I just have you now?”

Jungkook is a man.

Even if he wants to drag this moment with you out as much as he can—he can’t!

This is finally it.

This is you and him, being closer than ever. It brings him to such a high, he can’t think straight. He hopes he can fuck you the way he’s always wanted to. He hopes he can hold it out. He’s afraid he’ll give in and cave onto your body before you can finish.

Jungkook is never insecure about sleeping with someone either. This says a lot. He’s afraid he’ll finish first and not be able to satisfy you.

It makes him think of Jin.

Total boner killer, but he can’t help but compare himself to him. After all, it was you that was after Jin all this time. It’s not like Jungkook needs the details, but maybe he should have found out what made you so addicted to sleeping with Jin.

Was it the way he ate you out?

Was it the way he’d fuck you so good that you’d be whimpering his name with teary eyes?

Jungkook wants to know and also doesn’t.

He wants to know for his benefit and tries to convince himself he feels indifferent when it comes to you and Jin.

You and Jin.

Jungkook isn’t too sure what happened between you two at the hospital, but the selfish part of him celebrates and thanks Jin for bringing you here. It’s not like Jungkook is out here to take advantage of you—let’s remember: it was you that came to him.

That came onto him.

Jungkook finds comfort in that.

He then nods, stretching over to kiss your stomach. He removes his fingers from inside of you and then grips your sides. You let out a small giggle from his touch and watch as he shifts his position. Now, towering over you, you take your time to look at him and his body. 

You were there when he got his sleeve tattooed. You’re usually the one to see him after his gym workouts as well. His tattoos, his chest, his body—all of it is nothing new to you… Yet, in this moment it feels entirely foreign. 

You’re in awe. 

He’s so handsome. 

You’ve always known it, but you’ve never really thought about it. 

Jungkook thinks you’re so pretty under him like this. 

He’s only ever dreamed about this moment. 

Closing in on you, he leans in to kiss your neck. You let out a breathy moan as he gently drops his body on top of yours, dragging his hard cock on top of your bare pussy. He still has his boxers on and the fabric spills his secret earlier than he would have liked it to. You don’t say anything partly because you aren’t sure if it’s your own wetness from him literally fingering you for the past twenty minutes and partly because… Well, isn’t this what’s supposed to happen when you have sex?

With your best friend?

A part of you also feels so unsure about everything. You’re trying your best to bite your tongue and simply let this happen. You want this to happen. You need a distraction—you need healing.

Well then, isn’t this it? 

It’s Jungkook. 

It has to be Jungkook. 

His kisses travel from your neck to your cheek. You take in his scent, and for the first time; it hits you.

This is really close.

Even when you hug him, his scent has never been more prominent until now. Now that he’s practically naked and on top of you. 

“You okay?” Jungkook murmurs, lifting his head to look at you. You nod and smile at him warmly. He attempts to return with the same smile but fails as his smile beats yours. He looks at you lovingly. Jungkook takes this moment to tuck your hair behind your ear and breathe you in. 

He can’t believe this. 

God, you’re so beautiful.

“Are you sure… Are you sure you want to do this?” 

Your lips twitch and your tummy turns. “Y-yeah, of course,” you reassure him. “We’ve come this far.”

Before he can protest, you wrap your arms around him and spread your legs from underneath. He feels you do so and he hisses in response. He won’t last long. Not only is he incredibly horny, but you are just so fucking irresistible. 

Jungkook lifts his hips and you reach over to the band of his boxers. You tug it down as Jungkook scrunches a handful of the shirt you’re wearing in his hands and pushes it up and over your head. You lower your chin as he takes the shift off entirely. 

Bare. 

His eyes flutter to your exposed breasts. 

This is it.

You’re naked under him. 

“Take it off,” you remind him. 

Jungkook smirks, almost forgetting that you hadn’t finished undressing him. “No please?”

“Please… For me?”

“Anything for you.”

If Jungkook thought his heart fluttered around you before—his heart is definitely fluttering now. This flutter goes all the way to the pit of his stomach. It feels like he’s going on overdrive. Like, if he could combust right now—he would. 

He lifts his hips again, letting you tug his boxers down as far as you could. He does the rest. When they’re off, he flings them to the floor as he did with your shirt. He plops to one elbow as he uses his other hand to grab his cock. He watches himself pump his length against your heat. Then, he looks up at you the moment a moan escapes your lips. 

His gaze lowers.  

Your lips. 

He wants to kiss you before this begins. 

“Bhie,” he calls for you. You hum in response. “Kiss me.”

Bhie. 

You tilt your chin up, biting your bottom lip as he leans in. Jungkook’s lips crash into yours for the first time since the hospital. They feel like how you remember them to feel like. He parts his mouth, giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue in. 

You don’t. 

Jungkook kisses you again, ignoring the awkward pause. 

But it happens again. 

He kisses again and just as you’re about to chase his lips—he pulls away. 

“W-wait—”

He stays silent, thinking of possible ways this will go. Should he voice out his concern right now and ruin the mood? Should he just continue and have you?

He says it anyway. “You didn’t kiss me back.”

Your eyes widen. 

“I was about to—”

“At the hospital. Here—now, you didn’t kiss me back.”

You shake your head, trying to deflate his claim. 

“Jungkook, we’re just getting started—”

“Are we?” he rejects your comfort. “This has been going on forever and it’s always the same fucking thing. ___, we exhaust the people around us. We exhaust each other.”

His words cut you deep.

Jungkook shifts to sit up. You follow, sitting up and bringing your knees to your chest. He looks at you and then lowers his gaze to look at his hands. These hands, that were just touching you not even a full minute ago… They feel so weird to him now. 

The feeling of guilt overwhelms you when you realize Jungkook isn’t talking about sex. He’s talking about the history of you two—how you two aren’t just getting started. This is the middle of your story. Silence fills the room as both of you take a breather. 

You’ve been in his room a million times. 

You’ve slept in this bed with him a million and one times. 

You’ve been alone with Jungkook a million and two times and for some odd reason; for the first time with him, you felt alone. 

You reach out to him. He looks at you and watches as you hesitate to solve this. It’s then, in your millisecond of dull passion, that Jungkook feels a sense of clarity.

Up until now… He’s only felt confusion. You showing up at his door right after Jin… Felt a little too rebound like. As desperate for your love as he is; he gave in when you begged for him to have you.

Yet, now… He feels different.

Guilt.

Hurt.

Betrayal.

If he really thinks about it, this is all going too fast. If you truly meant wanting him, you would have done this earlier or later—but not now.

Now is too grey.

Not even a day ago, he found out you were all set to leave him.

Now, you’re here?

Naked in his bed?

He was so set in convincing you to stay. He was set on forgiving you for keeping such a heavy secret from him and for having him run in circles when you were with Jin—but now he feels indifferent. Honestly, it’s because he hasn’t had the time to process it all yet.

What would change after this?

Would you change?

Would he?

“What am I doing, ___?” Jungkook breaks the silence with a heavy heart. “I have loved you with all that I am for as long as I can remember. I’ve made a lot of selfish decisions in the past, but this one… This beats them all.” 

You shake your head, not wanting him to feel like this was his fault. You gather his sheets to cover your body and move closer to him.

He stays still. 

“I want this,” you reassure him for the second time. You take a hold of his hands and bring them to your lips. Kissing them, you look at him with pleading eyes. Jungkook’s heart melts at your attempt but he takes his hands back from you. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden change of mood. 

You take a breath in and try again. 

You fix Jungkook’s hair, moving the sweaty strands away from his face. You smile, satisfied when his face is more visible. His eyes gloss, heart beginning to break at the sight of you. Even when you hurt him, he would still find himself loving you more and more until he bleeds out all his resentment.

This is him bleeding.

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook begs, taking your wrists and pushing them away. He can’t believe he’s doing this. He can’t believe he’s asking the woman of his dreams to stop.

You sit up, confused why he’s suddenly pushing you away. “Do what?”

“This,” he gestures between you and him. “___, it’s so fucking painful loving you.”

You gulp, unsure of what to say or do. He has never spoken to you like this before.

“I want this,” you say softly, hoping he understands your sincerity. “I want you, Jungkook.”

He looks away, sharply taking a breath in before he turns back to you. His eyes are watery, something you rarely see with him. 

Jungkook never cries. 

“Bhie… As sick as it is; I’m okay with you using me.. But I’m not okay with me using you.” Jungkook confesses, “I want you but not like this. Not when you don’t want me the way I want you—when will you understand that I have always felt this way? You have given me hope so many times and now that our moment is finally here… I can’t take it. I can’t do this to you. I can’t do this to us.”

“I do want you,” you try to convince him. “What do I have to do for you to understand that? Get naked and have sex with you?” At this point, you begin to feel frustrated. Isn’t this what he wanted? Though you know it’s deeper than sex with Jungkook, you can’t help but feel offended. 

“I know you, ___.” 

“And I know you! Jungkook, I know it’s awkward right now but—”

“It’s not awkward,” he corrects you. “You think it’s awkward… That’s just it, bhie. It wasn’t and never is awkward with me. It was everything I dreamed of and I have never felt like I belonged with anyone else but you. How do you think I feel when I’m here, naked with the love of my life?” Jungkook pauses. “___, everything I do with you is good. Anything that has to do with you is perfect—even when you’re wrong, I think you’re perfect… A-and… I can’t do this to you, y-you know? It’s you. You feel awkward. You don’t kiss me back.” Jungkook’s voice begins to break, unable to find it in himself to pace his feelings. 

You look at him—really look at him as he continues to pour his feelings out.

“I know you and that’s why I think I need to let you go, ___. I know you would never do anything to hurt me. You would rather mask your feelings and find ways to make sure we’re okay and forget about others we’ve hurt along the way… And m-maybe, that’s why it took me so long to confess to you. I knew you so well and because I did… I always knew it wasn’t going to be me.” 

“Jungkook—”

“I’m sorry, I’m selfish. I’m sorry I’ve been selfish,” he bows his head as he apologizes. “… But you have to understand that I had to try, ___. I had to be yours at least once.”

As stubborn as you are, you refuse to accept this. You’ve always loved Jungkook—romantic feelings can grow over time. You will learn to love him the way he loves you and this way; everyone was right. 

It was Jungkook. 

It had to be. 

“I don’t know what you’re saying,” you blurt, demanding for him to make sense. “You wanted me so much all these years and when I’m finally yours—this is what you’re doing? I’m finally fighting for us and now you don’t want me to?”

“Bhie—”

“I love you one,” you utter.

Jungkook answers with no hesitation, “I love you two.”

You sigh, hating the feeling that stirs. You aren’t even sure of what it is.

Disappointment?

Anger?

Humiliation?

Wanting to seize the moment, you bring yourself to Jungkook and cup his face. Just as you’re leaning in, he turns his face, leaving to kiss his cheek. 

“Jungkook—”

“It’s Jin,” he reveals, heartbreakingly so. “You stayed for Jin.”

You stay quiet. The silence lingers thick between you two. It almost makes you feel sick.

You feel terrible.

What have you done?

Your heart burns and you feel so sorry towards him. Even in this state, Jungkook was being a good best friend. He knows you so well. Even in these circumstances, he puts you first.

You’re stuck.

You don’t want him to be right even though he is.

“I think you should go.” Jungkook suggests rather weakly.

You cave, trying to stay optimistic about this. If that’s what he wants, then so be it. This didn’t mean the end for you two. You could try again later, tomorrow, or even the day after that. It didn’t matter. Even if both of your egos are bruised, you two could try again.

It will be okay.

It has to be.

“Okay, sure. Let’s just go to sleep or grab some food or something. We can try this again tomorrow or never if you want. Anything you want, Jungkook. We can try and do this—”

“No,” Jungkook breathes. He can’t believe the words that follow: “___, I think you should go.”

You sit there, still and completely unsure of what to say or do. Jungkook has never kicked you out or asked for space the way he is now. It doesn’t make sense. Even in his hurting and anger; he wanted you around. 

... Then, you comprehend what his words really meant. You’ve never really had high expectations for Jungkook but you never pictured him to do this. In that same sense, Jungkook has never thought of letting you go or being the one to push you away—yet, here he is doing just that.

“You want me to go? You want me to be with my parents?” you begin, unable to stop yourself from breaking into sobs. “A-after everything... Y-you? You don’t want me either?”

“That’s not what I said,” he tells you sternly. He fights the urge to reach out to you. If you were having a hard time listening to Yoongi, maybe you’d listen to him.

Maybe it’s time you go. 

“I don’t want you to go, but this...” Jungkook refers to the mess you are. “This isn’t about me. This is about you and if it’s about you… It’s about your parents, ___.”

Exhaustion.

You two are tired. You two are burning out. You two, at the very least, have tired each other out.

“I don’t know what to say,” you admit, partly feeling betrayed. He has given your entire life purpose all these years only for him to… To do this? “You’re the only one I love.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbles, knowing it better than anyone else. He can’t deny your adoration for him… But it ached to pretend like he didn’t want more from you. It ached to deserve more than what you can give him. He knows that. He’s always known that. “… You love me but...”

“But what?”

You chase his eyes. He chokes, not knowing how to get you to understand how painfully clear this all has become to him. In the midst of it all, he asks you what could possibly define you and him forever.

“Are you in love with me?”

It’s then that Jungkook notices the light in your eyes dim. A breath of unsteady feelings escapes your lips as you dig within yourself for the answer he’s asking for. The same way the moment fleets, it burns as intensely as fire. Then slowly and all at once, the warmth he once felt with you begins to die out.

The air is chilly as Jungkook sits between the silence, your bare bodies, and sinking hearts—waiting for the words that would never come. 

[yoki-loves-stars]

to my mcyt followers.

As a former Wilbur fan and as an artist who made so many drawings of him and his characters, first of all, I really think I need to say the future of him appearing on my account and also a few words about the situation.

I am not sure if I'm going to draw c!Wil (or q! or o! or any) anymore which also includes crimeboys, sbi and tntduo. Even if it's just a character I don't think I am comfortable with it at least for now. Im definitely not going to draw cc!Wilbur anymore.

I do think that it's Wilbur because as someone who watched his content so much i understand how similar everything that Shelby said about him to Wilbur. I understand how painful it is to actually believe that it was him since to many, including myself, Wilbur was a role model. That's why I understand why some people want proof I really can't blame you. But there's already enough proof. Watch the entire VOD and there are many screenshots of Shelby's and other people's related to him in some ways tweets on tumblr. Please stop denying it.

I'm also not gonna pretend that I know Shelby that well. I like her podcast a lot, I watched some of her POV on osmp and I watched some of her Empires2 POVs. And i was actively supporting Wilbur since 2020. Yet Im on her side because i genuinely believe that's him. Because there's no denying that it's him for me. It's him and his actions were terrible (even if they were caused by mental health issues).

Support Shelby. If you're making a post about the situation don't make it about Wilbur(unless you're announcing something as a writer or an artist). Don't try to analyse his lyrics, don't try to make theories, don't try to be detectives, don't try to defend him or excuse his behaviour. You don't know him. Don't focus on him don't make him the centre of attention, because that's how you're forgetting about Shelby(Im not saying it's not important to acknowledge that it was him or the things that he did. In no way im defending Wilbur but seriously i see more posts about him than posts about Shubble. It's just not fair towards her ). Make it about her experience. Physical (and non physical) abuse comes in many ways, sometimes you can't notice it until it's destroying you. That's why Shelby shared their story in the first place. To raise awareness.

Talk about Shelby as much as you talk about Wilbur. Talk about what they wanted to say with their story. Talk about supporting Shelby. Talk about their experience and the things they had to go through. Talk about your experiences with abuse. Help each other, care for each other. Always believe victims. Stay safe.

(I might edit this post later if i find some of my wording unpleasing or uncertain.)

[creative-time]

A proper fair well

Well… here we are, I’m actually leaving

I just want to be clear, I love dhmis. The original series, and the pilot, will always have a special place in my heart. I’m still a fan, just not so much of a fan that I would spend like 75% of my life dedicated to a tumblr blog about it anymore.

Maybe it’s just burnout, or the fact that I was so disappointed in the tv series that it finally broke me, or the fact that I started this blog when I was 14 at the beginning of 2016.

I started running this blog when I was 14, and I’m 21 now. For nearly 7 years now. We had some good laughs, I met some people that would change my life, for better or worse. And I could have never imagined that I would gather so many people together like this.

And I really hate to sound ungrateful, but, it still kinda makes me a little sad when people say I’m the dhmis news guy, because this blog was always supposed to be more than that. It was supposed to be ALL of the dhmis fandom. All the art, all the memes, all the conversations. This blog was about you guys! The people who made this fandom even possible! The people who built it from nothing, for everyone now to enjoy. I loved sharing news, but I loved sharing your, and my, creations even more…

I guess being considered the “dhmis news guy” just kinda made me think that I was easily replaceable in the fandom, like… if one day I stopped, someone else would just fill the hole that I was in super easily and no one would really notice I was gone.

I think a lot of people forget that… I’m a person… Creative-Time IS a person… I was a person this whole time… making sure this blog didn’t turn to dust and constantly being ridiculed, mocked, or straight up harassed and sent death threats to the point were I would sometimes cry myself to sleep. But I realized that all that just wasn’t worth the energy, this wasn’t worth the energy.

There’s probably so much more I could say here… I just wouldn’t know where to start. And maybe I’m saying all this super wrong and someone is gonna look through it with a fine-tooth comb and tell everyone that I hate them and tell everyone I’m a horrible person, which perhaps I deserve.

I would like to thank all the people that have actually tried to get to know me, I’m sure you know who you are. You all made running this blog a little bit more happier for me, and I hope you all are happy too, even if we never cross paths again.

I think the only thing that could ever get me back into the fandom and this blog is if there is more dhmis that is actually good, or the pilot get released in HD in some shape or form. Other than that, I think I’m done here…

I won’t be deleting this blog, but I would request no new followers or dms unless it’s the pilot in full hd.

If anyone really wants to ask any follow up questions, please send them to the ask box on my main @cosmicxd but I would like to remind you all, I’m an adult, my friends and mutuals are adults, so if your under the age of 18 I would suggest not following my main because me and my friends are… UNHINGED and we have a whopping ZERO filters. I really don’t want to block any of you but if I know you are a minor and you follow my main anyway, I will not hesitate to block you, so just don’t. thanks I’m advance.

Now, a few things that I should wrap up in a bow.

Here’s what might be the final piece of artwork I do for TeVi and Purple Girl, I will try to make a series to put them in in the future but I want to work on another original series right now so it might not be for a while. So there are not really consider dhmis ocs anymore I guess. Just puppet ocs now

Also, a final update for Mini Mean Steve: Finally found some model magic and Mod Podge glad to say he is finally complete! He will be my most treasured possessions

Thank you for reading all the way through this, and for one final thing

Here a sketch of me kissing icehell Tony and Paige. (Because if im going out, I’m going out with a hell-freezing, earth-shattering BANG!!!)

Thank you all once again, and I’ll see you on the flip side!

-Creative Time

[headcanonsforsale]

can’t help it if you look like an angel, can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain.. - a chess husbands fic

originally posted on ao3 and also found on my other acc @im-glad-you-found-us-alison

Alerted by Alison crying out for Mike, Julian came forward to the scene, in case he was needed. (He still needed to prove against his moral bankruptcy) However, all offers to help escaped his thoughts as his brain was hijacked by Robin screaming and charging for Mike like he was leading himself into battle.

Thunder rumbled overhead as Alison continued to yell out to her husband. There wasn’t much he could do, except stand back with the rest of the ghosts and watch the caveman approach the tree. It was stupid really, everyone knows not to stand under a tree during a thunderstorm and-

Bloody Hell.

Lightning flashed, narrowly missing the tree, instead surging toward Robin, who stood there and harnessed the power like Zeus, letting out what could only be described as a deep battle cry. God, that was hot.

But that begged the question, when did Julian not find Robin hot?

Surely he didn’t, he couldn’t.

Yes, they were friends and he had grown appreciation for the other man but to think he was hot?

I mean, they were together all the time. Whether it was chess, sitting together on the couch, playing a practical joke on Mike or going to one of Pat’s clubs together, they seemed inseparable. Julian would sit and listen to his caveman talk about the stars for hours on end and it wouldn’t matter.

Wait.

His caveman?

Since when were they that close?

Since his first day as a ghost, he supposed. Not a day had gone by where he hadn’t thought of the other and maybe he’d been pushing some emotions down but who could blame him? He was Julian Fawcett, professional at bottling up his emotions. Point is, after thirty years of denial and stumbling on the edge of admitting it all, this new development was the last push he needed. But, words weren’t his thing. They never were when it came to this sort of thing.

That’s why, despite the insane situation, Julian found himself following in tow with Alison, running across the field.

It was like a scene in those dramatic, romance films where they run to each other and reunite in a hug after sorting through their miscommunication. Except, the characters were always drenched and shaking from the cold and well, the rain just passed through his person but the cliche was still there.

Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t being thoughtful about his actions, it was as if his body had been possessed (ironic considering he’s a ghost) and had decided to sprint to Robin. As he approached and he passed Alison and Mike, the very face he saw everyday became clearer, he stood with such pride and power, the smirk evident on his face as he gazed up at the rumbling clouds. How Julian wanted to kiss that smirk off that face.

And so he did.

However, movies are bullshit and no matter how much practice you get, first kisses always suck ass. It was quick. A weird mess of face grabbing, brief contact and an electric shock, leaving the politician on the ground in a state of pure confusion and embarrassment.

He looked up incredulously at Robin, not exactly how he dreamt of looking up at him but alas. Time seemed to freeze. Like he couldn’t move or speak. He had his fair share of those moments when he was alive, most having an involvement with hiding a woman in the closet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t used to that hole forming in his stomach.

But of course, time can’t actually freeze. If it did, it would’ve been hell of a lot useful right about now.

“Now, you see here-“

Any attempt at a justification was thrown out the window as a strike of lightning struck the gatehouse, sending it bursting into flames.

Oh, fuck.

At least he had an excuse to walk away. ————————— Luckily, Julian had managed to avoid Robin the rest of the evening, inserting himself in the middle of groups. They’d simply dance around the issue, they’d forget about it in a few days, so there was nothing left for him to do except wait it out.

That did mean no more chess, based on his previous actions that day, Julian couldn’t trust himself to sit in arm’s reach of the object of his affection. Affection? Affection. He knew himself and he knew he’d probably pull another stunt like he did in the rain and ruin the one thing he wasn’t supposed to.

So he went to bed early, up into his room, away from Robin and his stupid caveman face that had crept its way into every single thought he conjured. As he stared at the ceiling, he could’ve sworn his brain was etching the very image of the caveman into it. He was going mad and he couldn’t do any damn thing about it.

Well, he could. But did he want to? Questionable.

Then he heard heavy footsteps from down the hallway, padded by fur but strong, he recognised those all too well. It was clear he was coming to pay Julian a visit, and a very awkward conversation. So, to attempt to avoid any more thought and possible pain, the politician laid still and closed his eyes. Resting his hands on his chest, he tried to stabilise his breathing. However, that’s quite hard to do when he could feel Robin's brown eyes piercing into his figure. It’s also hard to keep a steady heart rate when he hears that low voice ring through the room, replaying in his mind.

“You not asleep, can tell. Get up.”

Don’t surrender early. One of the many rules of politics. Continue to fight. Don’t give up everything in the blink of an eye.

And he would’ve stood his ground and continued to ‘sleep’ but that proves a difficult task when a strong arm begins to shake him and push him to sit up like some kind of baby.

“What is it.?”

That’s when they lock eyes and Julian almost surrenders right then and there. Those weirdly enchanting blue eyes that he found himself drowning in sometimes. Fuck. He was starting to become like Thomas. It was all those romance movies Kitty forced them to watch. That was it, he was just under the influence of cheesy love stories, he couldn’t be.. like that. That wasn’t who Julian Fawcett MP (disgraced) was.

“You know what is.”

Robin’s arms crossed as he said that, it took all of the politician’s willpower not to stare as his muscles flexed.

He swallowed and let out a shaky scoff. “I think you’ll find I don’t know what you mean.”

The gaze those blue eyes held hardened, clearly not amused by Julian playing the oblivious card. The caveman took a step closer and looked up at the other man.

“You kiss me.”

He hadn’t expected Robin to come out and say it so suddenly. It felt like something that hadn’t happened, something so out of this world when said out loud. If someone told him when he was still alive that he would’ve kissed a caveman from ten thousand odd years ago, he would’ve laughed in your face and he’s done some weird things.

“Did I? I can’t seem to recall.”

He couldn’t stop adjusting his tie, a device to break the weirdly intimate eye contact. When did he start avoiding intimacy? He chased it so often in life that it led him to the grave. But that was quick love, hidden behind locked doors and scarfs over hickeys. This was something different. Something he wasn’t ready to admit.

“Julian.”

He couldn’t admit it but the way he said his name, his laugh, those eyes, those damn eyes were going to take him down.

“Don’t make me say it out loud.”

Once the words were said, there was no going back and he couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t. Those three words, those words haunted his dreams, how many times he said them to Margot like it was a chore, how many times he didn’t say them. This would be one of them.

“Why you so scared?”

God, when did Robin get so close? So close yet so far. He could hear his irritated breath.

“I’m- I’m not scared.”

A lie masked by a snicker. But that’s not good enough for a man as old as time.

“You in love with me.”

He said it so casually. Like it wasn’t the very truth Julian was running from.

“I-“

Actions speak better than words. Right? So who could blame him when he cupped the other man’s cheeks and pulled him in, letting out years of repression in a single movement. Lips moving together, one pair clearly more desperate than the other, legs buckling with a need he’d never experienced.

And then, it was over and he was faced with those eyes. Softer, but still awaiting a confession.

He was so fucked.