#last grade i got back was also pretty low for what i usually get so i feel like i've now reached the point where i cant get away with

[teamfreelunch]

you know it's bad when even on the last day of the deadline when you dont have time to procrastinate anymore you still can't focus

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Just to emphasize how much of a left turn “Saw X” is for the franchise, you need to consider what “Saw” is to most people. Aside from the first movie which has been mostly re-evaluated as a decent thriller that was more focused on story than gore, the series has been criticized for being an excuse to show off people being mutilated in the worst ways possible. The series has been credited as a “pioneer” in the torture porn label, which you can’t really argue due to it being mostly true for the sequels. The series has also never been a critical darling (all the movies before X have all had negative Rotten Tomatoes scores), which I think contributed to the series’ image as low-grade torture porn.

As the story got more convoluted and frustrating, the more the series seemed to focus on killing people. For me, I started noticing this when the 4th movie featured a trap that didn’t really have a purpose in the story (the mausoleum trap with Art Blank). That trap felt more like the makers wanted to do a really brutal scene and didn’t care if it made sense.

Main characters would only last one movie. It was pretty much useless getting attached to any protagonist since they usually got axed off by the end of the movie. Because protagonists kept getting killed off, further sequels tended to focus on characters who played more minor roles. Rigg is probably the best example of this since I’m pretty sure no one was expecting this character to be a protagonist. Point I’m making here is that character development was essentially useless since protagonists were just glorified cannon fodder.

Then there’s the unfortunate existence of “Saw 3D”, which made the series look like it was just trend-chasing.

The series died for a few years. It then tried to come back with “Jigsaw” and “Spiral”, which the makers claimed to be a reinvention of the series that would renew interest in the franchise. Instead, they were both just sorta lackluster and didn’t really convince people that Saw was worth revisiting.

So, “Saw X” clearly had an uphill battle. But lo and behold, the movie gets released and ends up being:

1) A surprisingly good character piece centered around Jigsaw and Amanda. Yes, there are still death traps and gore, but the focus on story and character development is definitely felt more in this installment.

2) The only “Saw” movie with a positive Rotten Tomatoes score. In general, seeing positive critical reception about a “Saw” movie is crazy to me.

3) An actual, successful reinvention of the franchise since it’s centered around Jigsaw instead of having him be the mastermind in the background. Just by being a straightforward thriller instead of a convoluted horror-mystery is enough to distinguish this from the other 9 movies.

Kudos to “Saw”. This is why in one of my posts last night, I called it one of the greatest redemption arcs I’ve seen in horror. It’s the TENTH installment in a series that’s been critically savaged its entire lifetime, it shouldn’t have succeeded. But here we are.

[starlightsuffered]

Best Friend’s Brother

Info - mention of drinking, jealousy, guilt, best friends brother

Zimra and I were best friends. We’d been friends since our ninth grade year and now we were in eleventh. Zimra’s older brother Zeffirelli was a year above us.

I supposed I’d always found Zeffirelli cute. I liked his passion, his wild hair, and piercing eyes. He had the most creative ideas. He loved chess and his cigarettes. I found his speeches interesting when they were usually called long winded.

I’d had a small crush on him for a bit now. The past couple months he and I had gotten closer. I’d joined the chess club and Zimra had been having parties more often. This meant that I was over much more often. I felt jealous of Juliette, who seemed to be his main rival. He was always just kind to me.

I wondered what kindness meant from a boy like him. Surely, he was the type to desire intrigue, competition, or a chase. He was likely the type who wanted to convince a girl to be his. He would probably love to sway a mind.

Last night I’d stayed the night with Zimra. She had been stood up for a date. I’d brought over some alcohol I’d pinched from my older sister. We’d attempted to do a spa night and relax to make her feel better. Unfortunately, Zimra, feeling depressed, had snuck extra drinks. She’d gotten wasted pretty fast since she was slight like her brother.

I’d rubbed her back while she’d puked in the toilet. I’d made sure she got to bed alright. She was turned on her side so she wouldn’t choke. Her sound machine made the sounds of a thunderstorm. I also made sure water and pain killers were placed on her bedside table.

I wandered downstairs to get some food in the morning. Zimra’s mother was out of town. I was surprised to catch Zeffirelli making some pancakes,

“Is Z coming down?” He asked. I shook my head and yawned. I sat on the stool by the kitchen bar. I laid my head down in exhaustion.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Zeffirelli said next.

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes,” I said gratefully.

“Alright then,” he grinned. He flipped the pancakes and whistled a tune I didn’t know. I enjoyed watching him cook. He moved fluidly. He was so elegant, all long limbs, wild hair, and soft skin.

“I have to tell you something,” she said slowly as he slid the blueberry pancake onto the plate. He pushed the meal towards me. He also handed over the syrup once he was done with it.

“Yes?” I asked. I felt silly as I tried to cut my pancake elegantly. I didn’t even know what that even would entail.

“I-I am doing this new thing where I always tell the truth. I also am apologising to those I feel deserve it,” he explained awkwardly.

I took a bite of his delicious breakfast. It was savoury and sweet and nearly melted in my mouth. He let out a long sigh before I could compliment his abilities.

“I, well, y/n,” he started. He ran a hand through his messy hair. I kept my eyes on him and waited.

“I have had a crush on you for quite a long time. I think you are just the sweetest thing in the world. I know it’s so bad, because you are my little sister’s best friend-“

“I have a crush on you too,” I blurted.

“Wait really?” He asked giddily. He looked at me with the goofiest and most adorable smile I’d ever seen. Then it fell dramatically.

“No, I shouldn’t be happy.”

“You can be happy,” I smirked and leaned across the island. I let my shirt collar ride low. I enjoyed when his eyes flickered down and he gulped.

“It, it isn’t right,” he stuttered.

“Come on Zeffirelli,” I crooned.

“Come on what?”

“Come here,” I coaxed. He moved as if he was out of control of his body. He was soon nose to nose with me.

He leaned forward and pecked my lips experimentally. He looked fiercely dreamy. He touched his lips as if I’d blessed them. I giggled. His gaze snapped to me when I did and he melted.

“I want to do that again so fucking badly,” he swore under his breath.

“Alright then love bug,” I replied. I yanked him to me by the leather jacket he wore. It was ridiculous to wear inside but I loved it all the same. I pressed my lips firmly to his. Our mouthes slotted together perfectly. His large hands moved to cup my face. I felt goosebumps all over. Every time he tried to pull away, I drew him back in. He would make a small adorable noise, and accept my affections.

I was drunk on his lips. My heart was pounding like a drum. My body thrummed with excitement. Everything inside me was on fire with delight. I loved this more than I could express.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” Zimra’s voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs. We jumped apart as though electrocuted. We were both hot with guilt and embarrassment.

“I told you,” Zeffirelli murmured.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[strwberri-milk]

I’m thinking of kaeya x reader Academic rivals to lovers

i just have to say kaeya is a habitual smirker and if i ever met him i think id cry really hard bc hes just so pretty with a smirk

I think just generally, Kaeya isn't too competitive. He's pretty confident with himself and where is in in life, and really enjoys the system he's got going on right now. He doesn't have to worry about too much outside of his own work, so he just goes to class and then goes home.

However, that all changed when one day, you ran up to him, showed off your better grade, then ran off. He knew who you were and somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that you're his rival of some sort as you also had pretty high grades, but he never though to care until now.

The fact that you were celebrating your victory against him meant he clearly was missing out on some competition and he had no interest in losing now that you've directly challenged him.

Kaeya seems like he doesn't care about his grades since he doesn't seem to do any work outside of school. He finishes his assignments fairly quickly and doesn't spend the entire exam break preparing for his tests. Instead, he's going out or just hanging around while everyone around him struggles, which is why you thought knocking him off his high pedestal was going to be easy.

You had no idea that he was easily maintaining his position above you through the power of time management and ridiculously high standards. Kaeya expects himself to do well, and anything falling short of that will not make it to the grading process. Having such a low tolerance for failure meant he aimed for perfection on the first go, and if he didn't achieve that it meant locking himself in his room for days on end until he did. He was just really good at hiding his academic panic.

When you got a higher grade then him again, as well as props for doing so good on the assignment he decided it was time to take things seriously. He started focusing harder on his assignments, doing even more work than he usually would, and looking especially smug when he retaliated with a simple flourish of his own grade.

You didn't expect him to pick up so fast, nor for your victory to be short-lived but you refuse to go down this easily. Now, you knew you had to up the ante, not caring about getting good grades only for yourself but also to rub that ridiculously handsome smirk off his face.

He found it amusing to see how you were now practically attached to him, constantly trying to get information out of him and see if he'd tell you what his plans for the next assignment were to beat him, or see if you could distract him enough to flunk a test. It seemed to always fail as he always just barely glanced at you or would finish his exam first and then give you a wink before running off.

The tension between the two of you only built on your end. Kaeya found you very adorable, and didn't seem to mind too much the way you tagged after him because he knew he could just keep winning. Once the end of the semester finally came he decided to really up the ante, waiting for you outside of the classroom before dragging you off somewhere privately.

"Kaeya! Let me go I have to get home and start the final project!"

You try to yank your arm out of his grasp and he lets you, standing against the tree with his arms crossed against his chest. He seems to invite you to leave, but something compels you to stay. The two of you stare at each other before he finally speaks, not of course without that signature smirk of his.

"I'm glad to see you're taking our little rivalry seriously. I thought you had given up after that dumpster fire of your last assignment."

You gasp, offended he would say that and huff.

"It's not my fault you got only 2% higher than I did." He shakes his head, tsking scoldingly.

"I only got 2% because that was all that was left to get! I could have done better if I needed to."

This part of him infuriated you. It was clear to you he only dragged you out here to humiliate you and you make to leave. You liked it back when he was ignoring you and the two of you barely spoke and just flashed grades at each other with sneers. Actually talking to him was draining and you didn't feel like dealing with him right now.

"Now come on, don't tell me you're going to leave before I give you an offer to make our last competition for the year more interesting."

"Fine but make it quick," you say, turning to face him again.

"Loser has to do whatever the winner wants." You roll your eyes.

"I'm not going to humiliate myself for you. You really think I'm that dumb?"

"Come on, I'll even tell you what I'll do when I win! That way you can be more motivated to lose."

"You mean when you lose?" He laughs, the sound alighting your chest.

"Considering the result of the last assignment I wouldn't bet on that. When I win I'm going to take you to dinner."

You stare at him with wide eyes, trying to see if he was joking. He seems to not be, casually twirling a lock of his hair as he waits for your response.

"If the idea of that is so detestable I'm sure you'll work hard to win."

You detect the slightest hint of hurt in his voice, masked with his signature aloofness. You bite your lip a little, gnawing on it as you think.

"Fine, but when I win I'm choosing where we go."

His face lights up before he quickly clears his throat and turns around. You think you can see the tips of his ears turning the slightest bit pink, smiling to yourself as the fire underneath you is lit again at the added stakes to the competition.

"Deal," he says, leaning down and sealing the conditions with the soft press of his lips against yours.

[sihakadan]

Found You pt. 1

Pairing: Scar x Piltie gn!Reader (Probably closer to AFAB, but still trying to keep it pretty neutral)

Warnings: nothing yet, just fluff this time. Later there will be stuff... Oh, I guess, adult language and death

You came to help, but you stayed because you found the family you always wanted.

A/N: I don't do this often, but there is a criminal lack of content for this character, and I have seen at least 3 posts pleading for Scar x Reader. I will make this as gender neutral as I can, so if I make a mistake, please let me know and I will fix it, ok? Also, is Scar Chirean or vastaya? I have seen both said and all I know is through the show Arcane. And is Scar the father of that baby we saw him with or was that a sibling??? I have questions!!!

///Present///

You sniffed, sighing. This time of year, the tree bloomed, and it always made your nose run like crazy. Looking at your side, you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that the toddler in your arms was still sleeping. Her ear twitched when you sniffled again, but still she stayed asleep. Tal was a better sleeper than most of the children, but with her larger ears, she had the better hearing.

Sighing again, you watched the window of the hut. Usually, Tal's father was back by now, but he was late and that was very unlike him. Your friend was never late.

\\\Flashback///

When you were 15, you decided to rebel against your family and their standards and snuck into Zaun to see what everyone had said. Instead of the bright flashing lights, the danger and excitement, you found people who needed help. Children laying in the streets, parentless and hungry, scared.

The illusion that these people were crazy criminals faded away and you couldn't believe the council would turn their backs on their own people. After that night, you couldn't be blind, like the rest of Piltover. You couldn't wipe the sight of the dying children in the street and those who suffered from shimmer addiction, or their bodies being so twisted they no longer looked like themselves.

So, you didn't and when you turned 17, you petitioned to go into medical schooling. You couldn't be a doctor, not with your grades, but you could learn and had access to all the information you could get your hands on.

Your family thought it was admirable you were going into the medical field, though they had no idea your intentions. Once your graduation was over, during the party your parents hosted, you left from your window with as much as you could carry and with the money you had been given. Maybe you could buy enough medicine...

But you didn't last the night without being noticed. The clean clothes and hair, the way you were asking where to buy medicine, it made you a sitting duck. Of course, you caught the attention of some sleezy bastard with a switch blade and the only thing you could do was run.

You had never been down the cistern before, but you ended up cornered in a dead end, panting with wide, panicked eyes.

"Come on now, I'm tired of chasing sweet thing." His yellow teeth almost glowed in the low light.

It was so terrifying to be cornered and so vulnerable. How could you be so stupid?

As the scum moved closer, you could hear something down the tunnel behind him and then a bright green light whirling towards the both of you. You gasped and ducked down, covering your head as the lights sped up and the whirling sounds got louder. The scum seemed scared as soon as he turned around and noticed the green lights.

"Fuck!" He shouted, turning his blade towards the figures on boards coming from the dark. "Firelights!"

You looked up to see the masks and the trails of the green lights. There were 4 of them at least and they all stopped, standing there silently, the masks almost terrifying you to your core. The tallest one had large bat like ears and the mask looked like a skeletal dog. If you were scared before, now you were sure you were going to die.

Before you could blink, the tall figure rushed forward and hit the scum right in the chin and you were sure you heard something crack. The scum stumbled and it gave the bat eared figure time to hit him again and blood spurted out of the scum's mouth and by your feet, making him stumble before he fell flat on his face, obviously knocked out.

The masked bat eared figure stepped over him and extended a metal clawed hand towards you. Afraid, you looked up at the mask with wide eyes and then the extended hand.

They had helped you...then, weren't dangerous? You reached up and took the hand, which helped you up, the head tilting as you were sure they were looking at you. With a growl, the figure turned and lumbered away, back to the group of other masked figures. An owl, a bird...maybe a monkey? You were not sure what they were supposed to be.

Standing on shaking legs, you watched as they turned from you and the breath caught in your throat.

"Wait!" You cried out.

The one with a hood on and the owl mask looked back, the others stopping and looking at you. Licking your lips, your heart pounding, you held your chin a bit higher. "Where can I buy medicine down here?"

They looked at one another, as if silently communicating. The hooded owl stepped forward. "Why?" The distorted voice asked.

Your hands tightened around the strap of your pack, mouth dry. "I...I came to help the kids down here. I need medicine to help them, and I don't know my way."

The others seemed to piece together that you were from Piltover and the feeling turned a bit more hostile, especially from the lumbering bat eared one.

"You want medicine...to help kids?" The leader, you assumed, asked.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "Yeah. I just want to help. Any way I can."

\\\A year later///

Ekko was their 'leader', but that was a loose term. There was no leader, just a community trying to improve the lives of those in the fissures.

Once they heard your story, Ekko reluctantly gave you a chance and the only reason you were getting it was because he could tell you were sincere, especially when you handed over all the money on your person. The big lumbering figure who had beat up the scum was actually a Chirean name Scar, and while you had never seen one in person before and he didn't talk too much, it seemed you patched him up the most.

It took a long time for most of them to trust you, but you proved yourself over and over again and you kept your word to help anyway you could. Sometimes you gave more than you ever would get back, but it was worth it.

What really proved you were telling the truth was when they brought you a dying boy. They had found him after he had fallen off a roof, trying to run from enforcers. There was no saving him, but Ekko brought him to you to see if there was even a chance. According to him, if anyone could help the boy, you could.

But you couldn't.

It broke your heart as his little chest shook in pain with each breath, the tears streaking down his little freckled face, the dark curls on his head matted with blood.

Ekko and Scar watched as you filled a syringe with pain medicine with shaking hands and tears streaming down your face, trying to find a better way to give the boy a more comfortable way to pass on. With a shaky breath, you gave the boy the medicine and watched as the pained look on his face eased a bit, but he still looked so scared and alone.

Leaning down, you took a wet rage and gently cleaned his face. "It's okay, you're safe, you won't hurt anymore." Your own tears flowed but that didn't seem to upset the boy, instead it was more comforting that someone cared. "You were so strong; you can rest now." You reassured him to just let go, stroking his curls from his forehead.

It was all he needed and with a shaky, but relieved breath, the light left his eyes and the sounds of pained, wet breathing stopped. With a sob, you rested your forehead on his small chest, whispering an apology. You came to save them, to help, and you couldn't save this poor little boy.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked to see Ekko looking at you with a hard expression, but it softened when he saw the tears were real. "Sometimes helping is just being a kind face at the end."

///Weeks later///

You couldn't sleep and you could barely eat without the guilt just wreaking you. One of the other Firelights, a Chirean girl your age named Jaz, began to hover around you. Like Scar, she didn't speak much, but when she did, it was always one syllable words or short sentences.

She dropped a bowl of porridge in front of you, the others sitting around and eating. You could see Scar and Ekko watching from their spots, wondering if she could get you to finally come out of your funk.

"Eat." Her gravelly voice commanded you.

One look at the bowl and you felt your stomach knot, making you push it away. "Not hungry."

You heard a grunt and footsteps, seeing her move to the other side of the table, pushing it forward. "Eat." Jaz said more forcefully as she sat down, lime green eyes watching you.

She wouldn't quit, you knew, but you just couldn't bring yourself to eat right now. "I can't."

"Why?" Her voice cut you a bit. Her and Scar had that effect. They didn't have soft voices.

Running your hands over your hair, you sighed. "I failed." You said as you watched some firelights circle above the tables, making circles.

"How?"

You gave her a look, confused on how she had not heard about what happened earlier. "That boy- he died, and I couldn't do anything to help him. Just lie and tell him it was all okay."

Her face softened and you saw her look over at the table Scar and Ekko sat at, humming. "You did not fail." She said, looking back at you. "I don't get it."

You threw your hands up. "How? How did I not fail? They brought him to me to save him and I couldn't!"

A clawed hand reached forward and took one of yours, holding it as she looked at you. "You can't save them all. It's not possible."

'Sometimes helping is being a kind face at the end.' You could hear the words Ekko said to you after the little boy died. They had fallen on crestfallen ears then but now it sunk in a bit. Still, it didn't ease the guilt. "No, but-"

"You're no good hungry and tired. Can't save people when you are half dead." Jaz let go of your hand and stood up. You watched her go to the table with Scar and Ekko, placing a kiss on Scar's temple before walking towards the stairs going up the tree.

Your lips pressed together, even more guilt filled you. She was right. You weren't useful if you couldn't do your job, the one you went to school for, stayed up all those nights to study and pass grueling tests. You were failing yourself now.

With frustrated tears, you pulled the bowl towards you, and you forced yourself to eat. You couldn't save them all but you sure as hell could try.

///

Pt. 2 is here

[dadukos]

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜ (lovingly. also bitchily. but mostly lovingly.) — @softersinned. re : crime starters , accepting.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ? she seems to have lost track of her grand tour — could be london, with the shade of grey peering from the windows. could be anywhere at all in the world, really, wouldn’t much make a difference. what makes a difference is astoria’s presence, bright as ever like the sun itself sent an emissary to check on her — she stands in the doorway and the immediate instinct is to say GOD NO, not when i’m like this. ❝ can you … please, be quieter ? ❞ fred’s features contorting in a grimace of pain, everything aching — she’s getting too old for hangovers, and this is precisely what she fears astoria will point out. with that loving, sharp eye of hers: just as caring as it is ruthless. rubbing her temples, fred steps aside to let her in: her hotel room draped in chaos, though she’s pretty sure her demise happened somewhere out of here, last night. astoriawas there too, she thinks — in some sort of rock disco club where fred ended up ditching her friend for a dave gahan wannabe that proved to be not nearly as exciting as his idol. maybe it’s fair that she should get to judge her. 

what was it she’d said, back in the states ? gonna take a trip, lie low for a while, find myself ? one could argue she did, in fact, find herself — a supernova grade of a fuckup and all the chaos that follows. ❝ go on, let it out ❞, fred sighs, turning to the minibar to grab a diet coke and press it hard against her forehead. when she sits back down on the bed her shoulders are low, her eyes pleading — some sort of child accepting the inevitable lecture. not that it’s particularly in astoria’s cords to point fingers, but a part of fred would welcome it. a dose of tough love as a remedy to cure hangovers. this performance, however — not as praise worthy as her usual ones. fred sighs, lets herself fall down on the bed, and groans. ❝ i’m glad you’re here ❞, she says. ❝ but i’d be so grateful if you could avoid telling me exactly how ridiculous i got last night. ❞

[purplesurveys]

1599

What snacks do you like to eat when seeing a movie at the cinema? I can’t even remember the time I went to see a movie and didn’t get flavored fries. A bucket with half-cheese and half-barbecue powder is what I always get.

Have you already had a birthday this year? I have, back in April.

What were you doing in 2008? Well, I was in Grade 4 struggling to make friends and dealing with the peak of all the symptoms of puberty lol. It was an uneventful year, considering I was 10.

Would you ever wanna be married? It would be nice, but I’m not after it. At least not anymore.

Do you keep a glass of water by your bed? I have an insulated tumbler that I keep by my side so that the water I do end up drinking stays ice cold. I don’t like warm water.

If you drive, how old were you when you started to learn? I was around 17 when my parents made me take my first few trips around the village and ultimately got enrolled in formal driving school. Then I got my license a few days after turning 18.

What’s the temperature where you live today? It’s currently a lovely 27C. It goes as low as 22C in the evenings now! 

Do you rent or own the place you live? My parents own it.

Have you ever made yourself as a Sim? Yeah. I’m sure most of the people who’ve played The Sims have tried doing this at least once. Same with Miis, haha.

What did you last pack a bag for? Going to Zambales a weekend ago.

Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? Never. I can’t care any less for eyebrow appearance. 

Do you have more friends of the same or opposite sex? Same.

What’s the time right now? 11:43 AM.

Should you be doing something other than this survey right now? Day after Christmas? Nuh-uh. I’ll be lying around all day, maybe even take a nap this afternoon lol.

Sushi. Yum or yuck? Yummmmmmmmmy.

What was the last music you listened to? Save Me by BTS played before the current song that’s playing.

Describe your ideal first date. Quick stroll at the museum then dinner somewhere nice.

Have you been anywhere exciting in the last month or so? I wanna say this bar that I had to be at for the World Cup finals. Remember when I said I couldn’t give two shits about football? Well by the time the score turned 2-2 all the fucks in the world suddenly entered my system HAHAHA. Anyway, I wanna say the location also helped me get in the mood for the game - the bar is hidden inside a parking lot in a pretty obscure area in Makati and also apparently serves the best whiskey sour, so overall I had a fun time there.

Do you watch TV while you eat? Now that I think about it I do usually have the TV or YouTube on when I eat.

How many rooms are in your house? If just bedrooms, four. When was the last time you had a sore throat? Yesterday. I always get a sore throat in the morning if I drank the night before; and the evening before that I had had a few glasses of wine.

Do you know anyone whose gender is non-binary? Yes, a few friends from college.

Have you ever accidentally called or texted the wrong number? Text, yeah. I’m not sure if I’ve ever called the wrong number. Maybe on landline.

Do you prefer small talk or deep conversations? Both are fine; it just depends on the time, the place, and the company.

What was the last thing in your house that broke and had to be fixed? My parents’ TV. They had it fixed but also just got a new one altogether so that the broken TV could be moved to the living room once fixed; and so that the TV formerly in the living room could be transferred to my room. 

What brand is your phone? Apple.

Describe your favourite outfit. Uh, I don’t really have one. I change up my outfits as much as I can. What’s the best city/town you’ve ever lived in? I’ve lived in the same area my whole life.

[artsycrow46]

OKAY NOTE THIS IS A VENT NOT ANYTHING ELSE.

I decided to rewatch Murder Drones. Bcz of boredom. I also want to know every single line. But uhh, got to Cabin Fever.

The breakdown. Idk. How to explain. I kinda feel left out 99% of the time and I feel like smt is wrong with me. Of course. I mean I already am pretty weird. But today I was uhm... Also weirder. I was out with my brother on a walk. Idk why (he was annoying me but I usually don't react like that) I just went on "Smilly Creepy =) " and kept switching between that and "Emotionless"

I am always the last one when I'm alone. I don't understand emotions. For me they're just a social norm that everyone fakes so those more socially inept or incapable of acting stick out. When I'm alone I pretty much feel... Nothing... I have the same face. No smile. No frown. Not even a single glimpse of emotion in the eyes. Talking low with no specific emotion.

But the "Smiling Creepy =)" was... Weird. Just smiling. Absolutely. But not happy. My eyes weren't showing happynes. Mostly insanity. Even my brother kept telling me to stop doing that face because it was creeping him out. And the voice? Just a sarcastic happy voice.

It's weird.

Emotions suck.

Never understood them.

How can everyone know what emotions they are feeling.

H o w . . . ?

I just... I know I'm not the main character. Not even in my own story. I don't have any real value. Other people see your value differently.

...

Most people avoid me. Like the devil aboids blessed water.

Why..?

What am I doing wrong?

Is it because I talk so much?

Because I have stupid humor?

Because of things that I said back in FIFTH GRADE!?

I know that not because I am clearly scared of being violent. Mostly because violence isn't the answer. But deep down I know that I'm just scared to like it.

I like blood

It's warm... Sweet... The way in flows. It's color. It's beautiful. Why.

W h y ?

J u s t w h y . . . ?

Why am I like this. Why am I hated. What did I do..? Did I do something so fucked up in a past life thag I deserve this..? Maybe... But...

I don't want to hate. Never. Hate is not the option. Like violence. Or this is at least what others say...

I can't make the difference between things that I want to do, things that I should do and things that others want me to do.

I should get therapy...

Maybe...

Or maybe I should just be who I am.

...

...

.

..

...

???

WHO THE FUCK AM I!? WHAT THE FUCK AM I? WHAT THE FUCK SHOULD I DO, WHAT THE RUCK SHOULD I BE?

I want ro do something...

I want to...

I don't know...

Maybe try to see if ...

No I shouldn't...

I shouldn't...

Murder is not okay...?

But what if I like it..?

WHAT THE FUCK WILL I DO THEN????

...

I am not okay...

Should I just go back to SH and stop thinking about violence..?

Who am I kidding...

SH is too easy.

Not violent enough.

.

.

..

...

.

Why.

Why.

Why.

Why?

WHY?

W

H

Y

?

WHY!?!?

I wanna live.

I am not scared of death tho...

...

NO I WON'T KILL MYSELF GET OUT OF MY HEAD I HAVE A FUCKING LOVER THAT CARES ABOUT ME AND I CAN'T LET HER DOWN-

...

Haha

Hahahah

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Life is useless.

We just live to do what?

We are killing our planet

We are making things that are going to leave us jobless

We are being dicks to eachothers.

...

HOW CAN WE LIVE IN SUCH A SOCIETY!?!?

LEAVING OUT WEIRDER PEOPLE!?!?

DRIVING THEM TO FUCKING INSANITY!?!?!?

...

Being insane doesn't sound like a bar thing anymore...

Maybe insane people are just..?

The most aware people?

What am I saying!?

XD

Oh...

I should have let the silly take over.

Like usually.

Being happy is pain

But most don't realize this.

Welp...

[thenonconformistcurmudgeon]

The Henchman

Our story takes place in a vocational office with an employment specialist and a client. A lonely man is travelling down a road of desperation trying to find a new direction.

ES: Welcome Joe, I have been reviewing your resume. Are you looking for employment in a similar field?

Joe: Not at all.  I wish to go in a totally new direction. I am tired of the old grind. I want to get out of the business.

ES: I see. To be honest with you Joe, its not going to be easy to switch careers at this point. You seem well entrenched as a Henchman. Although I wouldn’t exactly say you have been successful at it, as there have been frequent short-term employments and there appears to be somewhat of a downward drift in positions over time.

Joe: I started out as a number one henchman but my last position was a number 7 henchman.  That’s why I need a change, I’m going nowhere fast.

ES: Tell me about what happened in some of the jobs?

Joe: Well, I was an assistant to Mr. Freeze but after a few days my limbs became too cold.  Guess I have a touch of Reynaud’s and I had to quit. I got fired by The Joker as I didn’t laugh at one of his wisecracks.  I was a lackey for King Tut but I was embarrassed by the outfit so walked out.  Besides, working in Gotham I got my nose broken by Robin 4 times, talk about embarrassing. You know Pow, Bam, Wham. Holy shnozzola. I was working for Egghead as a Henchman number 7 which is as low as you could possibly get.  The job was mostly looking tough while answering the door.  He fired me after I mistakenly tipped the delivery boy.

ES: Anything good come out of these jobs?

Joe: Well, I got to meet a nice girl at the henchman-minions’ mixers.  She was one of Cat Woman’s hanger-on.  However, it didn’t last long as fluffy went back crawling on all fours to her boss.

ES: Do you think you can get at least one good reference from one of your bosses?

Joe: A reference! You got to be kidding.  There were no benefits.  No PTO time, no 401K, on call 24/7, no dry-cleaning allowance for the uniform, simply cash and carry.  They aren’t in the business of giving out references.

ES: 24/7.  You must have had good punctuality and loyalty to work as a henchman.  The mob is always looking for some new knuckle draggers to put on the payroll.

Joe.  I did work for a mob boss once but instead of breaking knees, I got mine broken.  Boss wanted me to put down a bet with his bookie on a sure thing longshot. Of course, it came in 40 to 1.  I was late placing the bet as an underboss asked me to pick him up some coffee.

ES: Lets see, here is an opening for a mad scientist subordinate.  Job description says looking for an Igor or Renfield type.  What do you think Joe?

Joe: Don’t think that’s for me. I got a bad back and those jobs usually require gravedigging.

ES:  Can you do heavy lifting at all Joe?

Joe:  I can pick up a chair or a broken bottle to crash over a nemesis head.

ES:  How are you getting by now?

Joe: I make a few bucks hanging around downtown and giving information to the coppers.  You know, a stool pigeon but it is dangerous work.

ES:  What ideas do you have Joe?

Joe: As I said, a totally new direction.  I’d like to break out of the old rut and find something a bit more fulfilling. How about a job as a sidekick?

ES: You know Joe, sidekicks need strong verbal skills for witty repartee.  I don’t see anything on your resume that would suggest that is a strength of yours.

Joe:  Yes, verbal skills not essential in henchman profession. Most of what a henchman says is “yes boss” or “ok boss”, “on it boss”.  There is also not a lot of conversation between the henchmen.  It’s a pretty quiet bunch.  Its not like I learned a lot of people skills on the job. I’d still like to give the sidekick a go.

ES: Ok, lets practice. See if you can make the grade. Let’s see if you can come up with some entertaining retorts.  Pretend I’m the hero.

I say “Good grammar is essential”.

Joe: um, um, um. “May the force be with You”.   No that’s no good. How about, “you talking to me?”.  That’s not bad. Or “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”.  Or “elementary, my dear Watson". Or “Toto, I have a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore”.  Or “You’ve got to ask yourself a question, Do I feel lucky? Well, do you punk?”.  Or “you don’t understand, I coulda had class, I coulda been a contender, I could’ve been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am”, or “Fasten your seatbelts, its going to be a bumpy ride” or “what we’ve got here is a failure to communicate”, or “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers” or “Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship”, or “forget it Jake, its Chinatown”.

ES: Pretty clever quips, you might be able to be a sidekick after all.

Joe: Better yet, I break into song.

Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you

ES: You may be onto something.

Joe: That is why all the girls in town Follow you all around Just like me, they long to be Close to you

ES: By George, I think you got it. A singing sidekick would be a sensation.

Joe:

Wa, close to you Wa, close to you Ha, close to you La, close to you

Wa, close to you Wa, close to you Ha, close to you

[mediadiscord]

The Last of Us – Season 1 Episode 8 – Recap and Review

Hey everyone welcome back to my recap and review of another episode of The Last of Us. The show which I'm liking, based on a video game I've never played on a system that that I didn't continue playing after the second generation. As per usual this review will not feature any Easter eggs, because frankly I wouldn't know what one would be if I came across one. This episode ran 50 minutes it was honestly so fast paced, interesting and all around well done that the time flew by. I had to look at a clock at the end of the episode to make sure I wasn’t going to walk away and miss a significant chunk of the episode. I don’t know who sold what to whom, but this show has had consistently great episodes each week. I’m done gushing, let’s get into the review/recap. We start the episode off with a group of people in a big room getting read what sounds like a sermon by a gentleman. The sermon ends with it actually being a low grade funeral for a wife and daughter’s father who was killed. When the daughter asks if her father will be buried the man gives a look to a few others in the room and then lets her know that the ground is too cold and he’ll be buried in the spring. Right here is where the alarms are going off and the red flags go up. There’s something about religion and the apocalypse that brings out nothing but bad. There’s no story out there where there’s a disaster and the religious folks with a following aren’t monsters. It’s a simple trope that gets followed and every post-apocalyptic story has at least one religious faction side story. After the meeting the is identified as David and speaks to James who is played  by no other than voice acting treasure Troy Baker. It was known that Baker would make an appearance in the show, and it’s nice that he got a good chunk of time and then…well…we’ll get there. The discussion is about food and the lack there of. They determine that there’s only about a week or two worth of food left and they make a plan to go out hunting at some spots where animals may have been seen. We then cut to Ellie who is still caring for Joel, and she takes out her ration of food, which looks really like a small cluster of almonds. Surely not enough to live by, so she grabs the rifle and heads out. After a botched sneak attack on a rabbit, she finds a dear and knabs a shot. Like most hunts, if the animal isn’t taken out with a kill shot then it runs until it bleeds out. Fun fact, most deer will run towards water to die. Cut to David and James who have come up on Ellie’s kill and they determine that they’re just going to take it back to the village before the person who shot it comes to claim it. Ellie surprises them and takes charge and David offers her a trade as he tells Ellie the deer is too big for her to carry on her own. It's agreed medication for an infection will be given for half of the deer and David sends James back to the village to get it. David offers to start a fire as it’ll be a while before James comes back with the medication, so they go to a nearby cabin and have a chat over the fire. We learn that David started preaching after his quarantine zone and before the apocalypse he was a teacher. He left the QZ with a group of people and picked up stragglers here and there, also it’s at that time he found religion. This is pretty much textbook cult behavior. A person finds those who are lost and at their wits end, promises then safety and aid in a very convincing way and slowly gathers followers. Ellie calls him out on being a cult leader and eventually James returns with a gun trained on Ellie. No one is shot, but it’s revealed that the father that was killed and spoken about in the beginning of the episode was the person Joel killed in the last episode at the university. David knows she is with him and that Joel killed the man, but lets Ellie go with the medication and he keeps the deer. The village is eating dinner when David and James return with the deer. He addresses the rumor that they have found the man who killed their friend and the daughter says they should kill him and not bring him to justice as David suggests. David promptly backhands her and tells her that that’s not what they’re going to do. We cut to Ellie not knowing how to apply the medication via the syringe that she was given, so she injects it directly into Joel’s would that she had sewn up at the end of the last episode. The next day she wakes up and checks on Joel to see if he has a fever and then gives him another needle full of medication. She goes out to get some ice so their horse can have something to drink and she notices that men are coming. She runs back to Joel and tries to wake him up, but he’s too out of it. She leaves him with a knife and says she’ll lead them away. She goes out and get their attention and fires some shots before riding off. They give chase and James shots and kills the horse and Ellie falls off and eventually passes out from the fall. James and others decide to kill her, but David tells them not to and to take her back to the village. David addresses the others to locate Joel and be careful. This is the beginning of Joel being a complete bad ass as he takes out members of the party and leaves two alive to interrogate them. He finds out where they are and where the village is then takes the last two members out while showing just how much of a persuasive person he is. I don’t believe I have ever seen a situation where a knife is stabbed behind the knee with the promise of popping it off if the person doesn’t do what they want. We cut back to Ellie who has been locked up in a make shift jail cell where David is there waiting to speak to her. They have a brief chat where we learn David is not a nice man at all, he has violent tendencies and admits to eating people to help keep the village alive. Ellie questions if she will be killed and eaten and David says no, and then implies that he will take care of her in all ways, even the very adult ways. Please remember that Ellie is suppose to be underage in this show, so this is all kinds of bad. Ellie used David holding her hand to break his finger, so David runs off and gets James to take Ellie out and kill her. James and David remove Ellie from her cell and throw her on the table, but Ellie manages to grab a meat cleaver and stick it in the side of James’ neck, so long Troy Baker. She runs out up top and David grabs the clever and runs after her. We see Joel entering the area where everyone is and coming across a small building where the deer that Ellie shot is laying along with three hanging bodies where they have been taking meat from. We cut back to Ellie who is in a cat and mouse situation with David. She grabs a hot burning piece of wood and throws it at David, only to miss and start a fire on one of the walls. She hides and pops out and stabs David in the leg with her knife. He gets on top of her and attacks her as well as implies he is about to sexually assault her. Ellie is in reach of the clever and so she grabs it and hits David with it, then gets on top and starts whacking away at his body. She emerges bloody and in shock and as she is walking in the snow a man comes up from behind and grabs her, it’s Joel. She turns around, still in shock, and hugs him. He says, “I got you baby girl” and the episode ends. Oddly enough, my wife was putting down my daughter for bed and she muttered “ok baby girl” and I got a little emotional. While David was talking to Ellie as they were waiting for James to come back with the medicine, he tells her that Joel really cares for her and this goes back to two episode ago where he kept seeing his daughter. This truly shows Joel has becoming a full fledges father figure to Ellie and will do anything to keep her safe and be her guardian. You could look at it as a second chance as his anxiety attacks seem to come with thinking about his daughter. In some cases a person in that position will take blame and think that the situation, even thought they had no control over it, was their fault and carry that burden. Mental health doesn’t take a break during the apocalypse, everyone is having issues. Read the full article

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୨⎯!!Moviez !! rory keaner x GN!reader⎯୧

⋆ ★ This is a fluff and there is no specific pronouns I’m using for the reader !! Anyways this is probs gonna suck but it’s whatever TW? Very brief/subtle mention of gore death :) FEEDBACK IS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED PLS TELL ME IF THIS IS ALRIGHT AND WHAT I CAN IMPROVE ON!!

⋆ ★ Summary!!: The whole gang (friend group ethan, benny, erica, sarah and you meet up at rorys house when his mom works a night shift at her job so you all watch movies an chill :) AND your in grade 11 so the reader and everyone else is 16!!exept for erica and sarah.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ You were in your 8th period class the last of the day and you were so exited for the bell to ring, Time was going by painfully slow but while the history teacher was going on and on about a topic nobody in the class was interested in, all you were able to think about was your plans you had made almost 2 weeks in advanced to go to your blond and bubbly friend rory keaners house to watch a ton of movies along with the others in your friend group you were too busy thinking of what movies youll watch and the buttery popcorn and chips and candy youd be shoving into your mouth later that you were too distracted and lost in your own thoughts that the loud sound of the bell ringing had caught you off gaurd and made you jump causing you produce a little yelp that made the teacher glance at you as you simply just smiled akwardly then quickly grabbing your bag and zooming out the classrom and bursting through the two big doors that led you outside you looked around for a sec and soon after spotted the blond haired boy talking with benny an ethan he was facing your way while Ethan an Benny had their backs towards you you started walking up the the trio Rory saw you and smiled and waved you did the same and sped walked to them you greeted everyone as usual and waited a bit until you asked about Sarah and Erica the boys said that the two girls would show up later the four of you just talked until you had remembered you needed to get a few things from your house so you waved at them and took of walking home your house wasn’t very far from the school you lived down the street from Rory’s house so you were able to get there pretty fast. After you packed a crossbody bag with an extra outfit socks, perfume, and a charger you changed out of your school clothes and put on (whatever u want?) and slipped on your black and white converse and walked out the house making sure to lock the door your parents/guardian were working the Night Shift so you had the place to yourself most nights, the sun was still up but it was gonna set soon once you made it Rory’s place you knocked and Rory answered the door and hugged you and basically dragged you inside you were used to him greeting you like this he just gets so happy when he sees you or any of his closest friend’s. After entering the house you were greeted by Erica and Sarah sitting on the sofa while benny was in the kitchen probably getting snacks and Ethan was in the bathroom you went to the kitchen along with Rory and started to get 3 big bowls to fill with candy, chips and popcorn and you also got out the 3 2liters of soda (whatever soda u like idc) the three of you brought the bowls and drinks to the living room and placed them on the coffee table along with cups. After you all settled and Ethan came back from the bathroom Rory layer out a couple dvd’s half being sucky comedy movies, low budget teen dramas, superhero movies or horror, Sarah wanted to watch one of the comedy movies along with Ethan Benny wanted to watch a superhero movie but you and Erica wanted to watch a horror movie. you all were bickering about what movie you were gonna watch until Sarah spoke up “HEYY” she raised her voice to get everyone attention “why don’t we vote?!” You all looked at each other and nodded in agreement “okay who wants to watch the comedy movie?” Erica asked in an already annoyed voice Sarah and Ethan slightly raised their hands “and what about the superhero movies” Erica spoke again as Benny raised his hand only to be the only one who wanted to watch the movie he slowly put his hand down and stayed quiet “and last but not least.. HORROR!!” Erica emphasized on the word ‘horror’ You and Erica raised your hand as high as the two of you could and then you looked at Rory and mouthed the words ‘please’ with a smile he was hesitant because horror wasn’t his favorite but how could he say no to you?, he raised his hand as well.

After Rory pushed play he took a seat next to you on the floor Ethan Benny and Sarah were on the couch while Rory you and Erica were on the floor with pillows and blankets the whole house was dark because Erica thought it would make it scarier and you agreed the two of you were watching intently while Rory was later back leaning on the couch hands behind his head trying to act tough while Ethan and Benny were hiding under their blankets, Some time had went by and there was a semi gory scene you and Erica were so exited to see the slasher of the movie prey on its victims while on the other hand your friends were scared shitless even though they knew it wasn’t real, one of the side characters got caught and killed and you heard Benny Ethan and Sarah yelp and then you felt Rory grab onto your arm and you glanced over to see him looking intently at the screen you leaned towards him and semi hugged him to try and comfort him and he held you the same way and every time a jumpscare or slightly gory scene came on he would hold onto you tighter after the movie ended you looked to where Erica was and she had fallen asleep you looked back to see Ethan asleep sitting up with his neck leaning on the arm rest of the sofa while Benny payed on his shoulder and Sarah fell asleep sideways on the couch with her lags tossed on the boys you then glanced at Rory who had also fallen asleep you glanced at his Rosie pink lips and messy hair and thought he looked cute so you took a couple pics of you and him after you gave him a peck on the cheek and cuddled into his side and drifted into a deep sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡･:*˚:✧｡｡ I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT!! Again I wrote this while half asleep;; and it’s longer than I expected im also probs gonna remake this just a little bit different but um yeah I hope whoever read this kind of likes it!! :D

[kittensyoonie]

Stray Kids X Male Reader

Hyunjin is the famous fuckboy at his high school, girls constantly falling for him which he loved. That is, until one day, a certain male catches his eye, and he can’t get him out of his mind.

Hyunjin X Male Reader (amab)

Requested: yes! By the beautiful @light164star!

Warnings: coming out, fluff, smut, top hyunjin, bottom reader, getting together, talks of one nights stands and sleeping around, mentions of cheating (it doesn’t happen), safe sex (wrap it up!), library sex, low key exhibitionism but no ones there, not proof read (I try and get anxious idk-)

Y/n and Hyunjin had been going to the same school since third grade. But since the beginning, they were always in two different groups.

Hyunjin was beautiful even back then. The second he transferred to y/ns school, everyone had a crush on him. But as they all got older, and sexually matured, it changed from just crushes.

Hyunjin became a fuck boy pretty fast in high school, he was hands down one of the most popular boys in school, and one of the most attractive.

Y/n wasn’t well, a nerd per say. He was smart, pretty good at any clubs he joined. He was decently popular, the students knew him and respected him, he was the schools angel boy.

He worked in the school library a lot, helping putting books back and checking what’s checked out and what isn’t. He even closed the library from time to time after school. And on free classes, he’d work the front desk.

He’d see Hyunjin around a lot because of it. He’d hand out with his friends there and also hit on girls there a lot. It messed with y/n a bit, but he usually pushed it aside.

Everyone knew about Hyunjins reputation, it wasn’t entirely a secret. Sometimes he’d have a girlfriend, but usually it was a one night stand with whoever wanted it.

Hyunjin didn’t mind it, or at least, that’s what he’d say. Consciously, he loved sleeping around, he loved the attention he got. Subconsciously, he felt like something was missing, and he felt alone.

Their English teacher recommended Hyunjin to read a book for extra credit, which he was kind of excited to read. Except he couldn’t find the book, no matter how hard he looked in the school library.

So he approached the front desk, seeing y/n talk to another student, helping him out. Hyunjin, for some odd reason, was taken aback. How had he never noticed how attractive and gentle y/n was? And so soft spoken?

Y/n had a very friendly and warm smile, but it wasn’t overwhelming at all. It was quite soothing to him actually, which shook him even more. Eventually the other student went away, and it was Hyunjins turn to go up.

He was a bit nervous as he approached, which was really out of character for him. Why was he nervous? He couldn’t figure it out.

“Hi, I’m looking for this book, Mr. Kim told me to read it for extra credit.” Hyunjin said, handing a sticky note to y/n. “I tried to find it but I couldn’t.”

“Ahh yes! That’s my fault, I checked it out last week. Here, I’ve read it a couple of times before, I can switch it over to you.” Y/n said, going to his backpack and getting the book.

“O- oh no you don’t have to, if you’re reading it it’s okay.” Hyunjin quickly said, putting his hands up a bit.

“It’s okay Hyunjin, as I said I’ve read it before, plus, if Mr. Kim wants you to read it then you need it more than me.” Y/n said, offering a gentle reassuring smile.

He checked the book back in on his account, before looking up at Hyunjin.

“Can I see your student ID so I can check it out for you?” Y/n asked.

“Oh yeah, here.” Hyunjin said, quickly pulling it out of his bag before handing it to y/n.

He watched the boy closely the entire time. So y/n knew his name? Well of course he did, everyone knew his name. It wasn’t that hard.

Y/n put Hyunjins student ID number in and checked the book out for him. He gave him back his ID with the book, along with a piece of paper with the return date on it.

“You got a month before you get fined, so make sure to turn it in beforehand. It’s a good book by the way, an easy read, I hope you like it.” Y/n said.

Hyunjin felt flustered as he took it, nodding to y/ns words. “Thank you, I’ll have it returned in a week.” He said, before bowing and leaving the library.

Hyunjins heart was pounding, why was it pounding? He’s talked to y/n before, he’s sat next to him in class, so why now? And wasn’t he straight? All the thoughts running through his mind was wearing him down, and confusing him even more.

When school was done, he ignored everyone and went home. He went into his room, putting his stuff away before laying in bed, thinking. Thinking for a couple of hours, when he truly processed.

He thought of y/n as a lover, thought of him going out on dates. He blushed as he did. He thought about being intimate with him— and nope.

He needed to stop, he could feel himself getting hard at that thought. Yeah, he had a crush on y/n. Or did he always? He always knew of the boy, but never paid attention him.

He still didn’t know why he had a reaction now. So was he bisexual? Pansexual? He didn’t really know yet, but he knew he wasn’t straight, and he was okay with that.

For the days after, he seemed distracted, like his head was in the clouds. He even started turning girls down, which spread around the school really fast.

He remembered hearing something about y/n having an ex boyfriend, so he knew he was attracted to men. He wondered if he had a shot, he hoped he had a shot.

He’d see y/n around the school, hanging out with his friends and playing with them. And god, the smile he’d have made Hyunjins heart melt.

He had watched y/n for a week, trying to figure out when he’d close the library down. Usually y/n would leave the school immediately, especially with friends. So Hyunjin wanted an opportunity to go talk to him alone.

He found out Thursday y/n would always close, which was perfect since the day just so happened to be Thursday. Hyunjin stayed behind at school, claiming he promised to help a friend clean up. Somehow, the school believed it.

Hyunjin nervously approached the library, seeing y/n putting books away and fixing up the shelves. He looked so comfortable and peaceful, in his own atmosphere.

Y/n looked up and saw Hyunjin, he was a bit shocked, partly because it was Hyunjin, and partly because the school was supposed to be closed.

“Hyunjin? What are you doing here?” Y/n asked as he placed a book in its respective place.

“I uh, I came to see you, I wanted to talk with you, if that’s okay.” Hyunjin said, doing his best to keep eye contact with him and seem confident.

For once in his life, he wasn’t confident, and making eye contact for so long was driving him crazy.

“Ahh yes, let me finish up this pile and I’ll be done. You can sit on the couch and wait for me.” Y/n said, his tone soft.

Hyunjin nodded, making his way to the couch. He sat down, placing his bag next to his feet. He watched y/n continue to work, which was oddly soothing.

His anxiety died down a bit, the atmosphere was comforting and light, thank god. Y/n finished up pretty fast though, and in no time, was sitting next to Hyunjin on the couch, facing him.

“So, what did you wanna talk about?” Y/n asked, looking at Hyunjin with curious eyes.

“I… I uh…” Hyunjin didnt know where to start, hell, he didn’t really even know what to say. Y/n was watching him patiently, giving him time to figure it out.

“I’m sorry if this doesn’t come out right. But, I really like you y/n.” Hyunjin said, looking up at said male.

Y/n looked shocked, stammering a bit before blinking a couple of times. “You- you like me?” He asked in disbelief.

“I do, which might seem weird coming from me, but I do genuinely like you.” Hyunjin said, chewing his lip. “I think I’ve always liked you, I just- I didn’t notice it until recently.”

Y/n nodded along to his words, processing everything.

“I don’t expect you to like someone like me back-“ “someone like you?”

Y/ns words threw Hyunjin off, it shut him up too, which seemed to be what y/n wanted.

“Someone like you Hyunjin? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve noticed the real you, you know? I see past your habits and reputation, I see a boy with a beautiful laugh who always comforts his friends, who’s an incredible artist. I’ve seen you play with stray animals and save some of your lunch to feed them.” Y/n said, watching as it was Hyunjins turn to be shocked.

“I’m friends with Felix remember? He complains all the time how annoying it is that people misunderstand you. That you’re incredibly smart and talented and kind, and as he says, that you may be a sex fiend, but you have a heart, and he hates that the girls never see that.”

Of course Felix would say that, he cares way too much of the others around him, and of course he’d rat him out to y/n. He forgot they were childhood friends.

“And yes, I uh, I do like you back, I’ve liked you for a long time…” y/n said, looking down shyly at his lap.

“Wait you do? How come you never said anything?” Hyunjin asked, moving closer to him.

“Because, you only ever dated and slept with girls, and according to your friends you were straight.” Y/n said, looking back up at Hyunjin. “Plus, I didn’t know if you actually had romantic feelings for people?”

Ahh, yes, that made sense to Hyunjin. I mean, he didn’t even realize his own sexuality, so it’s not shocking everyone thought he was straight.

“I do have romantic feelings for people, I just- I don’t know. I started off with experimenting you know? I’d have sex with people, explore myself sexually, and all of a sudden I was the schools fuck boy. It was fun, having all the attention and girls all over me, and the pleasure. But quickly, it grew somewhat painful. The reason I never really dated was because anytime I got a girlfriend, the girls I’ve slept with or want to sleep with me would spread rumors that I was cheating on my partners.” Hyunjin explained.

Y/n would remember the rumors, and also remembered Felix getting pissed, since Hyunjin would never since he hated cheating, he found it disgusting.

“I never cheated, I swear I never cheated, but they always believed them, because of my reputation.” Hyunjin said and scoffed lightly. “I wish I knew who came up with “if they’re a fuck boy they’re a horrible person” trope, because of the fact I sleep around, people think I’m horrible.”

“Except me,” y/n said, resting his arm against the couch before laying his head against it. “I know the truth, I very much doubt you cheated, and I know you aren’t a horrible person.”

“I mean, just the other day I watched you carry a kid with a broken nose into the infirmary, not even caring about the blood.” Y/n pointed out.

“You really pay attention to me huh?” Hyunjin asked, chuckling softly.

“Not in a creepy way.” Y/n whined, adjusting in his spot. “You’re just- very eye catching.”

“So are you.” Hyunjin responded fast, causing y/n to blush.

“Well uh- I know this isn’t romantic at all, but would you like to be my boyfriend?” Hyunjin asked, grabbing y/ns hand. “I understand if you say no-“

“Hyunjin.” Y/n whined, squeezing his hand. “I do want to be your boyfriend, and I know what that entails at this school, but unlike your exes, I know you, they can’t scare me off.”

Hyunjin wasn’t used to hearing things like that. His friends were about the only real people in his life, no one truly cared or understood him besides them, except for y/n. And he really hoped that that was true.

He quickly pulled y/n into a kiss, causing said male to squeak. Hyunjin got embarrassed, but before he could pull away, y/n kissed him back.

Hyunjin melted into the kiss and crawled closer, kissing y/n. It felt different than anyone else he’s ever kissed, it felt amazing. Sparks and butterflies were going off in his stomach, and he could tell y/n was feeling the same.

Y/n pulled away and smiled, connecting their foreheads. He bit his lip, before giggling softly.

“Never did I think you’d turn out anything other than straight, and then like me.” Y/n giggled, but it was a soft shy giggle, nothing bad.

Hyunjin smiled and pulled away, looking y/n in the eyes. “Never did I think I wasn’t straight, but out of everyone, I’m glad it’s you I fell for.”

When news broke out that the infamous Hyunjin had a boyfriend, a boyfriend, shit hit the fan. It was absolute chaos, everyone thought he was straight. The girls were going crazy, trying to flirt with him and “fix” him.

When Hyunjin kissed y/n in front of everyone at lunch, the entire cafeteria was screaming. Y/n didn’t seem to mind, Hyunjin was sitting with him and his friends, feeding him and joking around.

It was nice and domestic, except for the fact that the girls immediately started telling him nasty rumors to get him to leave Hyunjin. Not much of a shocker, he knew it was coming. But he ignored it, which really comforted Hyunjin.

It was two weeks since they started dating, another Thursday as y/n was closing the library. Hyunjin walked in, smiling fondly at his boyfriend.

“Ahhh yes, the same place and time we started dating.” Hyunjin said as he walked over to y/n, which alerted the other of his presence.

“I thought you and Jeongin were going to catch a movie?” Y/n asked, feeling Hyunjin back up him.

“Hmm we were, but we decided to do other things instead.” Hyunjin said, kissing y/ns neck.

“And does said other things have something to do with things that aren’t pg-13?” Y/n asked, tilted his head a bit as he continued working.

“Maybe.” Hyunjin said, nibbling on his neck as his hand went down y/ns front, before palming him.

Y/ns breathing hitched as he gripped one of the books in his hand. “B- babe we’re at school-“ he whined.

“So? No one else is here, just us.” Hyunjin said, slipping his hand into y/ns pants, palming him over his boxers.

Y/n let out a breathily moan as he rested his head back against Hyunjin, who continued to palm him, getting him hard.

“How opposed are you to going all the way baby?” Hyunjin asked, sucking a mark onto his neck.

“A- at the school?!” Y/n squeaked out, turning his head to look at Hyunjin.

“You can say no, we don’t have to.” Hyunjin said, kissing y/n on the lips.

Y/n hummed and pushed himself back against Hyunjin, rocking his hips against him. “I want to.” He mumbled against Hyunjins lips.

Hyunjin smirked, pulling his hand out of his pants. “Finish your job first baby, then go to the couch.” He instructed, pulling away.

Y/n nodded and quickly put the rest of the books away, his hard on straining in his pants. He didn’t want to wait, but he didn’t want to complain either.

Once he was done, he walked over to the couch in the library. He was really glad it was in a hidden spot in the library.

Hyunjin was sitting on it, his legs spread a bit. “Take your clothes off baby.” He instructed, pulling out a portable bottle of lube and a condom.

Y/n blushed madly and took his clothes off. He felt exposed, completely bare, but something about it turned him on more. He blushed madly as Hyunjin started checking him out.

Hyunjin pulled him down, sitting y/n on his lap. He kissed him deeply, making out with him for a bit. While they were kissing, Hyunjin blindly applied lube to his fingers, warming it up.

He pressed his index finger to y/ns hole, causing him to jump a bit. But he didn’t pull away, continuing to kiss his boyfriend.

Hyunjin took that as a sign to continue, as he pushed his finger in. Y/n moaned softly into the kiss and pulled away for air, looking at Hyunjin.

Hyunjin moved his finger, enjoying the look at y/ns face as they did so.

Hyunjins hypersexual, something everyone knew, and y/n was okay with that. They’ve give each other handjobs and blow jobs, but hadn’t had full on sex yet. But they were both ready, and excited.

Hyunjin was gentle as he worked y/n open, not wanting to hurt him. He never asked if y/n was a virgin or not, so he didn’t know if it would be okay to do more.

When Hyunjin deemed y/n prepped enough, he moved the boy off of his lap. “Get on your knees and hold onto the couch.” He instructed.

Y/n quickly did so, gripping the couch as he pushed his ass out towards Hyunjin, who groaned at the sight.

“You’re stunning baby, I can’t wait to be inside you.” Hyunjin said, grabbing the condom.

Hyunjin got undressed as well, stroking himself to full hardness. He rolled it on, before applying lube. He made sure there was enough on his cock and y/ns hole, before he slowly pushed inside.

Both boys couldn’t help but moan, the feeling felt amazing. Hyunjin stretched y/n wonderfully, and Hyunjin felt amazing, the feeling different than being with a girl, but it felt very good.

“Tell me when to move.” Hyunjin said, leaning over y/n back and kissing his shoulder.

Y/n relaxed his body as he gripped the couch, pushing back into Hyunjin. “M- move, I’m ready.”

Hyunjin nodded and slowly pulled out, before pushing back in. Y/n bit his lip as he moaned, Hyunjin gripping his waist.

“Baby do you have another condom on you?” Y/n asked, moaning after.

“Yeah, why?” He asked, picking up the pace.

“Put it on me, I don’t wanna cum on the couch.” Y/n said, pushing himself back against his lover.

Hyunjin caught on quick, stopping his movements only for a couple of seconds. He stroked y/n as he thrusted, starting to slam his hips into him.

Y/n moaned loudly, muffling it into his arm as he closed his eyes. His breathing picked up as Hyunjin played with his tip, before putting the condom on him.

Y/n clenched around Hyunjin causing him to groan out. Hyunjin gripped his waist again as he adjusted his hips, before thrusting harder.

Y/n gasped and gripped the couch with both hands, arching his back as he did.

“O- oh god~ right there~” y/n moaned out in pleasure.

Hyunjin smiled against y/ns shoulder, happy that he found his sweet spot. He moved his hips faster, the library filling up with their moans and skin slapping.

It felt incredible for both of them, and Hyunjin wondered why he never realized his identity sooner, and that he liked y/n.

It wasn’t long before both reached their highs, both coming into their condoms. Both wished it hadn’t ended so soon, but they knew better than to risk doing anything more in the library.

I struggled so bad at the end you guys I’m so sorry. Ngl I think this is the longest reader story I’ve ever written-

[qqueenofhades]

Do you really hate this county? Or were you just ranting?

Sigh. I debated whether or not to answer this, since I usually keep the real-life/politics/depressing current events to a relative minimum on this blog, except when I really can't avoid ranting about it. But I have some things to get off my chest, it seems, and you did ask. So.

The thing is, any American with a single modicum of genuine historical consciousness knows that despite all the triumphalist mythology about Pulling Up By Our Bootstraps and the American Dream and etc, this country was founded and built on the massive and systematic exploitation and extermination of Black and Indigenous people. And now, when we are barely (400 years later!!!) getting to a point of acknowledging that in a widespread way, oh my god the screaming. I'm so sick of the American right wing I could spit for so many reasons, not least of which is the increasingly reductive and reactive attempts to put the genie back in the bottle and set up hysterical boogeymen about how Teaching Your Children Critical Race Theory is the end of all things. They have forfeited all pretense of being a real governing party; remember how their only platform at the 2020 RNC was "support whatever Trump says?" They have devolved to the point where the cruelty IS the point, to everyone who doesn't fit the nakedly white supremacist mold. They don't have anything to do aside from attempt to usher in actual, literal, dictionary-definition-of-fascism and sponsor armed revolts against the peaceful transfer of power.

That is fucking exhausting to be aware of all the time, especially with the knowledge that if we miss a single election cycle -- which is exceptionally easy to do with the way the Democratic electorate needs to be wooed and courted and herded like cats every single time, rather than just getting their asses to the polls and voting to keep Nazis out of office -- they will be right back in power again. If Manchin and Sinema don't get over their poseur pearl-clutching and either nuke the filibuster or carve out an exception for voting rights, the John Lewis Voting Rights Act is never going to get passed, no matter how many boilerplate appeals the Democratic leadership makes on Twitter. In which case, the 2022 midterms are going to give us Kevin McCarthy, Speaker of the House (I threw up in my mouth a little typing that) and right back to the Mitch McConnell Obstruction Power Hour in the Senate. The Online Left (TM) will then blame the Democrats for not doing more to stop them. These are, of course, the same people who refused to vote for Hillary Clinton out of precious moral purity reasons in 2016, handed the election to Trump, and now like to complain when the Trump-stacked Supreme Court reliably churns out terrible decisions. Gee, it's almost like elections have consequences!!

Aside from my exasperation with the death-cult right-wing fascists and the Online Left (TM), I am sick and tired of how forty years of "trickle-down" Reaganomics has created a world where billionaires can just fly to space for the fun of it, while the rest of America (and the world) is even more sick, poor, overheated, economically deprived, and unable to survive the biggest public health crisis in a century, even if half the elected leadership wasn't actively trying to sabotage it. Did you know that half of American workers can't even afford a one-bedroom apartment? Plus the obvious scandal that is race relations, health care, paid leave, the education system (or lack thereof), etc etc. I'm so tired of this America Is The Greatest Country in the World mindless jingoistic catchphrasing. We are an empire in the late stages of collapse and it's not going to be pretty for anyone. We have been poisoned on sociopathic-libertarian-selfishness-disguised-as-Freedom ideology for so long that that's all there is left. We have become a country of idiots who believe everything their idiot friends post on social media, but in a very real sense, it's not directly those individuals' fault. How could they, when they have been very deliberately cultivated into that mindset and stripped of critical thinking skills, to serve a noxious combination of money, power, and ideology?

I am tired of the fact that I have become so drained of empathy that when I see news about more people who refused to get the vaccine predictably dying of COVID, my reaction is "eh, whatever, they kind of deserved it." I KNOW that is not a good mindset to have, and I am doing my best to maintain my personal attempts to be kind to those I meet and to do my small part to make the world better. I know these are human beings who believed what they were told by people that they (for whatever reason) thought knew better than them, and that they are part of someone's family, they had loved ones, etc. But I just can't summon up the will to give a single damn about them (I'm keeping a bingo card of right-wing anti-vax radio hosts who die of COVID and every time it's like, "Alexa, play Another One Bites The Dust.") The course that the pandemic took in 21st-century America was not preordained or inevitable. It was (and continues to be) drastically mismanaged for cynical political reasons, and the legacy of the Former Guy continues to poison any attempts to bring it under control or convince people to get a goddamn vaccine. We now have over 100,000 patients hospitalized with COVID across the country -- more than last summer, when the vaccines weren't available.

I have been open about my fury about the devaluation of the humanities and other critical thinking skills, about the fact that as an academic in this field, my chances of getting a full-time job for which I have trained extensively and acquired a specialist PhD are... very low. I am tired of the fact that Americans have been encouraged to believe whatever bullshit they fucking please, regardless of whether it is remotely true, and told that any attempt to correct them is "anti-freedom." I am tired of how little the education system functions in a useful way at all -- not necessarily due to the fault of teachers, who have to work with what they're given, and who are basically heroes struggling stubbornly along in a profession that actively hates them, but because of relentless under-funding, political interference, and furious attempts, as discussed above, to keep white America safely in the dark about its actual history. I am tired of the fact that grade school education basically relies on passing the right standardized tests, the end. I am tired of the implication that the truth is too scary or "un-American" to handle. I am tired. Tired.

I know as well that "America" is not synonymous in all cases with "capitalist imperialist white-supremacist corporate death cult." This is still the most diverse country in the world. "America" is not just rich white middle-aged Republicans. "America" involves a ton of people of color, women, LGBTQ people, Muslims, Jews, Christians of good will (I have a whole other rant on how American Christianity as a whole has yielded all pretense of being any sort of a principled moral opposition), white allies, etc etc. all trying to make a better world. The blue, highly vaccinated, Biden-winning states and counties are leading the economic recovery and enacting all kinds of progressive-wishlist dream policies. We DID get rid of the Orange One via the electoral process and avert fascism at the ballot box, which is almost unheard-of, historically speaking. But because, as also discussed above, certain elements of the Democratic electorate need to fall in love with a candidate every single time or threaten to withhold their vote to punish the rest of the country for not being Progressive Enough, these gains are constantly fragile and at risk of being undone in the next electoral cycle. Yes, the existing system is a crock of shit. But it's what we've got right now, and the other alternative is open fascism, which we all got a terrifying taste of over the last four years. I don't know about you, but I really don't want to go back.

So... I don't know. I don't know if that stacks up to hate. I do hate almost everything about what this country currently is, structurally speaking, but I recognize that is not identical with the many people who still live here and are trying to do their best, including my friends, family, and myself. I am exhausted by the fact that as an older millennial, I am expected to survive multiple cataclysmic economic crashes, a planet that is literally boiling alive, a barely functional political system run on black cash, lies, and xenophobia, a total lack of critical thinking skills, renewed assaults on women/queer people/POC/etc, and somehow feel like I'm confident or prepared for the future. Not all these problems are only America's fault alone. The West as a whole bears huge responsibility for the current clusterfuck that the world is in, for many reasons, and so do some non-Western countries. But there is no denying that many of these problems have ultimate American roots. See how the ongoing fad for right-wing authoritarian strongmen around the world has them modeling themselves openly on Trump (like Brazil's lunatic president, Jair Bolsonaro, who talks all the time about how Trump is his political role model). See what's going on in Afghanistan right now. Etc. etc.

Anyway. I am very, very tired. There you have it.

[obeymeluv]

“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)

Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.

Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!

No Luke. Luke is baby.

I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.

Lucifer

He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do

Proud boyfriend is proud

Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks

Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six

Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)

He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Lucifer.exe is broken

That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?

Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.

His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes

Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.

Mammon

He’s just happy he passed.

Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.

Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!

He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!

If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood

It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).

You both shout your good news at the same time.

His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?

Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!

Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!

“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.

No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.

It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!

Levi

If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.

Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!

HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?

He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.

Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.

Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”

You get The Noise

How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!

He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail

He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’

Satan

He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in

The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.

Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book

Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads

Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in

His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker

You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time

Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink

Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request

When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’

Naked butler happily provides his services

Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him

Asmo

The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience

His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him

Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous

You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive

Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking

“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”

You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’

Beel

Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food

Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!

He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways

Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.

Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.

The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team

Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him

He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!

You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!

But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!

You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds

Belphie

Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.

With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!

Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!

If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon

Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)

You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets

Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away

But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him. 

It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester

Diavolo

He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows

It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to

Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period

He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea

You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you

The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table

Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him

You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.

Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.

Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.

If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head. 

Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.

Barbatos

It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.

He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in

All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay? 

Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)

I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.

It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.

Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.

He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck

Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert

If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart

When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly

You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.

You do it.

You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.

“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”

He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.

You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions

You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.

“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.

Solomon

It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity

He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others

Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.

Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing

He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly

You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy

He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.

He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.

Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.

“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.

He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.

He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.

Simeon

Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom

That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right

He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.

He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more

You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on

Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand. 

Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?

He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!

So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend

“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”

He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts

“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”

Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are. 

Hope you liked it :)

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[dustofbrokenheart]

The Covenant: Not Ready to Go Back

Caleb Danvers x reader x Pogue Parry

Word Count: 1,053

Summary: Caleb, Pogue, and reader are returning home after a winter road trip. From a prompt shared by @dhampiravidi for these underrated boys. 

Caleb hit the tune button and landed on another radio station.

Pogue and you exchanged eye rolls. “Keep going.”

Caleb sighed but did as directed. “What about this one? I kind of like it.” His head bobbed in time with the beat. Even though he was the driver, he most definitely was not in charge of the music.

You grimaced and leaned forward from your position in the back row to change it for him. “Are you serious, dude? It’s already giving me a headache and it’s only been for ten seconds.”

“Hey! Quit messing with the radio and put your seat belt k on,” he griped.

“He’s got a point,” Pogue admitted as he elbowed you back. “I’m shot gun so I have better reach, anyway.”

It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to you, but you put the seat belt back on with a metallic clink as Pogue took over station surfing. Within a few button presses, he found a jam that everyone in the rental car could agree on.

Pogue drummed on his legs, always the slightest bit off-time, while Caleb went back to his go-to move, which was sensible head bobbing. 

The real event, though, was in the back with your concert, performance of one.

Movement was restricted not only because of the belt wrapped around your torso, but also because you were sitting down. That didn’t stop you from throwing your arms overhead, wiggling along and passionately belting out lyrics. 

You smiled when both boys cheered you on. “Told you that other song was awful; aren’t you glad we found this one instead?”

Caleb stared at you through the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes for a change. “I admit that this one is also pretty good. There. Happy now?”

Suddenly, a heaviness in the car weighed down the energy from moments before. You pressed your head against the cool window silently, shoulders hunched. There wasn’t much to see thanks to the inky night sky but the blur of stark white snow was still hard to miss.

The boys didn’t rush you and carried on conversation between themselves, ribbing each other on who had the best showing at the ski resort you’d left mere hours ago. 

And sure, it was only mere hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime away to you.

Sitting removed from them, individual words were tuned out and instead the tenor of their voices washed you. Both had low voices but Pogue’s was the tiniest bit deeper, especially when he whispered, and Caleb’s was more prone to rising in volume when he got excited.

If it wasn’t for the sudden headache forming between your eyes, it would’ve been prime napping conditions. As it was, you were too stressed to sleep.

Eventually, you worked up the nerve to clear your throat. The two up front immediately cut off their chatter, waiting patiently. For you.

“I don’t want to go back,” you admitted quietly.

The car became thick with emotion. Everyone got really quiet, the radio droning on in the background unable to pierce the heaviness.

Whereas Caleb had practice with sensitivity after having cared for his mom, Pogue knew his first reaction was usually to come off angry. Having learned his lesson after that fiasco with Kate in high school, the last thing he wanted to do was be too intense.

So it was clear that Caleb would have to start first.

“I’m sorry, honey. How can we help?” he asked sympathetically.

You picked at your fingernails, biting them even though you knew it was bad for you. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do. It’s just…”

“… You have a lot waiting for you when we get back,” he guessed.

And you did. Classes were starting up again, which meant projects and tests were starting up. But what if one of the professors made tests the majority of the total grade? You weren’t the greatest test-taker and your results could wildly vary. Projects were done in groups so hopefully you were placed in a good one; you couldn’t take being the only one to do all the work again.

Possibility the biggest concern was the scenario in which you failed or had to drop a class. There wasn’t room for that in your academic plan, not to mention how horrible it would be to tell you parents about it. Not that they would disown you or anything it’s just that your expectations for yourself were that high.

Unlike Caleb, Pogue wasn’t compelled to keep his eyes on the road and knew you were on the verge of falling apart.

He reached to grab your hand and squeezed it tightly. “Yeah. School can suck,” he offered. You choked out a little laugh. “I’m always down for a cuddle, if you need it though.”

It was your turn to reach for him but the seatbelt didn’t allow you to get into the position you wanted.

Dipping your head underneath the section formally across your chest, you leaned as far as you could go and rested against Pogue’s shoulder from behind. 

The passenger seat cut into your neck awkwardly but it was worth it to have your cheek on his warm shoulder.

Luckily, you tended to run cold because the boys were always warm. It could’ve been a product of the magic but couldn’t say for sure. All you knew was that the warmth helped chase away some of the anxieties in that moment.

“Love you,” you mumbled. You glanced over to the driver’s seat. “Both of you.”

Pogue pet your hair comfortingly, content now that he had reassured you. Even Caleb turned away from the road to give you a brief smile. That is until he noticed you how you were sitting.

“Hey, I said ‘seatbelts on,’ remember? Seriously. Buckle up. We’re on the interstate, you know.”

“Fine. You don’t have to yell at me.” 

Despite your words, you really didn’t mind all that much. The both of them only ever had your best interests at heart and the rest of the drive went smoother with knowing that they would back you up no matter what was waiting for you in the city.

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I had every intention of making this fun and fluffy but, of course, it went straight to angst lol. Hope it’s still enjoyable.