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#I’m a little gay if u couldn’t tell
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Ok I just gotta say something here my friends found my tumblr by literally looking up a few of my interests with the word tumblr. Triangulated my location
#it was mpi little witch and genshin if ur curious#i was the first result#i was still the first result if u get rid of genshin#the overlap between little with fandom and mpi fandom is me and solely me#in ten years when someone is a fan of both of these and I’m long gone come talk to me anyways#i understand the lack of overlap whole heartedly ones a cute witch school anime that’s very gay with a neat villain#and the other is live action family centric crime show following 2 partners who r clearly in love with the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen#u can really tell my favorites from those very brief summaries#and also that im gay. that definitely plays into every single one of my interests#mpi is definitely not my typical show and I very much did sit thru an episode to get out of doing things and bc there was pretty woman#and then I made sure I was free every Friday night and it eventually became something I’d watch weekly with my dad#the worst part is it was so good I just couldn’t stop! and I’d watch episodes and then go hide in my room bc I had to see what tumblr says#slow burn enemies to best friends to lovers?? I’m gone for that#the characters and relationships were just so good that I watched it every week in college and the weekend I came home I still made time#i will say the cancellation is still actively breaking my heart I don’t know what I’m gonna do without that show. and that its cliffhangered#I’m confident that it’ll get renewed somewhere I just wish there was less uncertainty#I miss only using tumblr yall. twitters fine and I like a lot of the people there but tumblr is my beloved little home#god knows I’m staying right on Twitter tho tweeting my little fingers off until I get the word my show is safe#soup talks
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fadedin2u · 3 months
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big flirt!
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MDNI 18+
summary: your friends force you to go out to a gay bar with them, and ellie buys you a drink.
content/tw: alcohol mention, subtop!ellie, slightly dom/switch!reader, reader and ellie are both drunk, face sitting(r!receiving), tribbing, strap-on(r!recieving), reader is called “girl” once or twice, afab!reader, reader is neither masc nor fem, college!ellie and reader, astrophysics major!ellie
notes: i left the ending written in away that i might add another part to this fic! lmk if u want that lol
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“hey, 6 o’clock, there’s a certified hottie staring at you-“ one of your well-meaning friends tells you, motioning (not very) discreetly behind you.
you turn around and your jaw nearly drops. the girl staring at you is stunning, with her dark auburn hair and flannel worn over a wife-beater, sitting at the bar and sipping her drink. you make eye contact with her momentarily, and turn back to your friend, mary, with wide eyes.
mary laughs, “are you gonna go for it?”
your friends had forced you to go out to this gay bar with the intention of meeting new people after a break up that left you a complete wreck. it’d been about 3 months since your ex broke the news that they weren’t in love with you anymore, and it made any kind of romantic prospects leave a bitter taste in your mouth till this day. not to mention, you’re wayyy too drunk at this point to be on your A-game with flirting. you make a face and mary groans.
“come on, dude! she’s gorgeous, clearly interested, what else could you ask for?”
you make another face, “just because she’s staring doesn’t mean that she’s necessarily interested-“
“how about if she’s walking over to you right now? does that make her interested?”
you hear someone clear their throat behind you, and you give mary a murderous look before turning to the stranger with a smile.
she gives you a slightly awkward smile in return, “hey. i, um, i’m sorry if this is forward, but could i buy you a drink?”
your stomach is absolutely in knots, but you nod. “yeah, i’d love that.”
the stranger gives you a relieved smile in return, extending her hand to you, “i’m ellie. what’s your drink?”
you give her your name, “-and just a rum and coke, thank you so much.”
ellie’s clearly pretty drunk as well, which makes you feel a little better. she leads you back over to the spot at the bar she was sitting at, giving you her hand to help as you hop onto the excessively tall bar seats. she gives the bar tender your drink order and orders another whiskey on the rocks for herself.
“so, do you come to this bar a lot?” you ask, and inwardly cringe at yourself. ‘i basically just asked “so, you come here often?” great.’
ellie makes a so-so motion with her hand, “sometimes, not very often though. i study astrophysics so i don’t usually have the free time to deal with a hangover.”
your eyebrows raise and your drunk brain speaks before you think, “wow, smart girl.”
ellie’s cheeks flush a little, and she looks down, “i don’t know about that, but i’m really passionate about it, which is more than half the battle, i think.”
you scoff, “please, you’re literally studying rocket science. you can’t convince me that you’re not smart now.”
ellie laughs a little, “okay, then i’ll just shut up and take the compliment. thank you.”
the bar tender gives you two your drinks and ellie takes a sip of her own, “so, what do you do?”
you take a sip of your own drink, “i’m a student right now too, i’m actually studying-“
suddenly, you hear a familiar beat in the background, and you stop talking, a (likely goofy) smile growing on your face, “oh my god, i fucking love this song. nicki minaj literally cannot miss.”
ellie laughs brightly at that, raising an eyebrow, “i absolutely fucking agree. do you wanna dance?”
“really?”
ellie nods, taking a large gulp of her whiskey, “for sure. i couldn’t live with myself knowing i cheated a pretty girl like you out of a dance break.”
you giggle and nod, chugging the rest of your drink faster than you probably should. ellie takes your hand and leads you out the the dance floor where there’s a large crowd of people dancing together. you pull ellie against you, your actions emboldened by the alcohol in your system. ellie immediately goes to hold on your hips, your bodies moving against each other.
you don’t really think to much about how you’re dancing, just letting your body move how it wants to. before you even realize what you’re doing, you’ve turned around in ellie’s hold, grinding your ass back against her hips. when you realize what’s happening, you nearly stop, but when you feel the tight grip of ellie’s hands on your hips and the way she’s grinding back into you, you relax. you stand back up straight, and wrap your arm up and behind you, holding onto the back of ellie’s head, which is now tucked against your neck. when you feel her lips against your jugular, you inhale sharply, pressing more into her.
you feel her kisses trail down to your shoulder, and you thank your good luck for deciding to wear a tank top. you feel her pelvis digging into your ass, and you can’t be sure because the music is so loud, but you swear you hear her moan.
you turn back around in her arms, and before either of you realize what’s happening, you’re locked into a heated kiss. your arms wrap around her neck, and one of her hands sneaks down from your hips to squeeze your ass. you moan into her mouth, and she takes the opportunity for her tongue to explore your mouth. when you separate, you’re both panting.
“wanna get an uber back to mine?” she asks loudly over the blasting music, and you nod right away.
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the uber driver for the ride back will likely leave ellie with a low rating, thanks to the two of you not being able to detach your mouths from each other for longer than 5 seconds, but you two eventually make it back to ellie’s apartment.
once you’re in her bathroom, you push her back onto her bed between kisses and straddle her. she kisses your neck and chest, pushing your tank top up. you take it off for her and you’re left in your bra. ellie grins and starts kissing the exposed parts of your breasts.
“god, you’re so fucking pretty-“ ellie says as she takes off your bra, immediately latching onto one of your nipples. you moan softly and hold onto her head, your fingers threading through her hair.
you feel her warm tongue smooth over the hardened bud before switching to the other to give it the same attention. as she does, her hands come up to squeeze your tits. she’s still sucking and nipping gently as she looks up at you, her doe eyes stirring the heat in your belly. when she unlatches; her lips are a little swollen and wet with saliva.
“what am i allowed to do? what do you need?” ellie asks, smoothing her hands down your waist and hips.
you shiver slightly, “anything.”
ellie starts kissing your neck again, sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck, “you’re gonna need to be more detailed then that, doll.”
you bite your lip, your tipsy brain racing, “i need you to fuck me.”
ellie pulls back, a wide grin growing on her face, and she kisses your collarbone. “jesus christ, i’d fucking love too… can you sit on my face first?”
your exhale sharply and nod. ellie lies back on the bed and you slide off ellie, kicking off your jeans, leaving your underwear on, before crawling back up ellie’s body.
ellie grips your thighs as you position yourself over her face. “fuck, you smell good… you this wet for me, babe?”
you nod again, your cheeks hot.
her smile is a little cocky as she looks up at your face, and licks over the wet fabric of your underwear. your legs jolt a little and you let out a shaky breath.
ellie shoves her face further between your legs, and you swear you hear her whimper. she pulls your underwear to the side, and licks a broad stripe up your cunt.
you moan, your eyes falling shut as you hold onto her headboard.
she pulls back, “i said sit on my face, babe, not hover-“
ellie’s hands pull on your thighs so you rest your weight on her face fully. ellie becomes borderline ravenous, her tongue lapping at your pussy, slurping you up as her fingers dig into the fat of your ass and thighs.
you bite on your fist to muffle your loud moans, but ellie will have none of that, her arm reaching up to pull yours away from your face.
after a moment, ellie sticks her tongue fully out, letting you rub your clit against it as you please. your breaths become more and more unsteady.
ellie’s hands on your ass help guide your hips, and when she moves to suck on your clit, the suction makes your orgasm hit you like a freight train, bucking your hips against ellie’s face.
when you’ve come down, ellie helps you off of your face, and rummages through her drawer to grab her strap.
you stop her, your hand against her chest, “i wanna feel you against me first.”
ellie doesn’t need to hear anymore, and quickly starts taking off her clothes as you take off your underwear. she moves so she’s on top of you, hiking one of your legs over her shoulder. the moment her wet cunt grinds into yours, you both moan, your eyes rolling back into your head.
“you feel so fucking perfect, so fuckin good for me-“ she rambles
ellie starts thrusting her hips against yours, and you watch her small, perky tits bounce with each movement. your hand trails up to squeeze one of them and she whimpers softly. when you pinch her nipple between your fingers, she moans gutturally and moves against you faster. you’re not at all in control of how loud you’re moaning at this point.
“look at you, sweet girl, so fucking gorgeous-“
it isn’t long before your oversensitive clit is being brought closer to another orgasm. you make obscene noises as you cum again, ellie’s eyes trained on your face the whole time.
“there you go- let me cum all over that pretty- ah, fucking- mmmh, pussy-“ ellie grunts before cumming a few moments after you.
you both take about 5 seconds to recover before she’s scrambling to grab the strap. once ellie has it on, you lick your lips, staring at it.
“can i ride it?”
ellie’s eyes go big, and she basically throws herself onto the bed, lying back and patting her thigh.
you giggle and climb on top of her, kissing her lips again. she kisses you back eagerly, grabbing your hips and thrusting her hips up, but you pull back.
“nope. hands off and stay still.” you order, and her already very dilated eyes look like pools of black at this point. she nods, biting her lip.
you take the strap and run the tip of it through your folds. ellie whines as she watches this, her hips bucking a little with her fists clenching the sheets below her.
“hey, what did i just say?” you ask, a mischievous smile on your face.
she takes a shaky breath, “sorry.”
you laugh a little, “so needy, ellie.”
you make eye contact with her as your hand travels down your own body, taking the time to squeeze and play with your own breasts. meanwhile, ellie looks like she’s practically salivating.
your hand travels down your stomach to your cunt, rubbing your own clit for a second as ellie watches, her mouth agape.
your fingers spread your folds and dip inside you for a moment, curling up and making you moan.
ellie is desperate at this point, “please, jesus fucking christ, i need you so bad, you don’t under-“
you withdraw your fingers, giving ellie a look. “hmmm… sounds like you need something to keep that mouth of yours busy, huh?”
you bring your slick-covered fingers up to her mouth. “open.”
ellie immediately opens her mouth and starts sucking off your fingers, whimpers muffled.
you giggle, “awww, you’re too fucking cute… now keep sucking on those, yeah?”
without warning, you sink down onto ellie’s strap and start bouncing. ellie whines, her eyes fixated on your tits as they bounce with you, still eagerly sucking on your fingers. ellie’s eyes fall shut for a moment as the base of the harness gives her clit the friction she’s craving.
you keep bouncing on her strap, watching the fucked out glaze in ellie’s eyes, half-lidded and fully dilated.
“awww… you just needed to get fucked, that’s all… look how pretty you are…” you tease and ellie starts whimpering like she’s gonna come from your words alone.
after a few minutes, you start to tire and you take out the fingers in her mouth, slowing down, “now, fuck me like you mean it, ellie.”
those words are all the permission ellie need before flipping you over and drilling her hips into yours.
“-pussy’s so fuckin- fuck, so fuckin’ tight for me, babe-“ ellie whimpers, tucking her face into your neck.
you would find it more amusing that ellie is acting like this strap is physically attached to her if she wasn’t making you feel so fucking good. you cling onto her as she fucks you, slamming into you just right, over and over.
“i need to cum, please let me cum- i can’t fucking-“ ellie rambles, and you cut her off
“i’m close too, baby, it’s okay-“ you pant, your eyes clenching shut as she fucks you into your third orgasm.
ellie’s hips bottom out and she grinds herself deep into you as she cums against the base of the harness, her moans needy and breathy.
when you both start coming down, she pulls out and tosses the strap away wordlessly, going back to cuddle against you.
you’re completely exhausted (and both of you still slightly drunk) as you let her spoon you, barely saying anything before slipping into a deep sleep.
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“so you just… left? without even saying goodbye?” mary asks over the phone as you walk into the music building on your college campus, lugging your beat up guitar with you.
“what was i supposed to do? make her breakfast and thank her for the 3 orgasms?” you ask, holding the door open for a girl running in behind you.
the girl gives you a look and your face gets hot, realizing she overheard what you said.
“i mean… maybe? she was super hot,” mary responds, slightly agitated
you groan, “yeah, she was hot, but i barely learned anything about her and we were both drunk. not necessarily promising grounds for a budding relationship.”
you walk up the steps to the room you’re headed to, checking your phone again for the right room number.
“yeah, but still. she seemed like she would be cool,” mary justifies and you sigh.
“well, if i ever see her again while we’re not drunk and horny, maybe i’ll ask her out. but right now, that’s really not a priority.” you say, finding the right practice room.
mary starts to talk again but you interrupt her, “i’m sorry, mary, but i have to go.”
“wait, why? i know you don’t have class right now.”
“i’m taking those private guitar lessons to satisfy that extracurricular credit, remember? it’s my first lesson, so i really don’t wanna be late,“ you say, and mary sighs.
“okay, whatever. have fun, and i’ll talk to you after?”
you agree and end the phone call, looking to check the room number again before you walk in.
your forced, ‘make a good impression’ smile is immediately wiped off your face when you see the familiar auburnette playing the guitar in front of you.
she looks up at you and her cheeks go red almost instantaneously.
you say, “sorry, i must be in the wrong room- i have a lesson-“
ellie’s eyebrows raise and she lets out a slow sigh, “you, uh, you have a lesson?”
you nod, gripping your guitar case.
ellie laughs a little, like this is some sort of prank that was pulled on her:
“then you’re in the right room, because i’m pretty sure i’m supposed to teach you guitar this semester.”
you sharply exhale the breath you were holding in as the realization of what’s going on sets in, “but… you’re an astrophysics major?”
ellie chuckles again, “and a music minor, babe.”
you restrain the groan that you desperately want to make, your stomach sinking.
ellie pats the empty seat next to her, “well… let’s get started then. you know any bar chords yet?”
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elliesdoll · 11 days
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pt.2 to my angsty loser!ellie drabble 𝜗𝜚
nsfw! ellie gets caught and that’s literally it. i hate this so bad but it’s whateva
(part 3 will have lesbian gay lesbian boob vagina butt sex i promise. no more ellie masturbating)
find pt.1 here! & pt.3 here :3
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after ellie’s pathetic masturbation sesh, she vowed to herself to fucking pull it together.
she wasn’t gonna let herself mope over you, because she knew you had an active sex life. she forced herself to be fine with it. to be fine with the people you decided to bring to your bed. she wanted to be near you without feeling this suffocating feeling of yearning and lust filling her insides.
and if that meant tucking her feelings to the deepest pits of hell, then so fucking be it.
a few weeks had passed since that little moment you and ellie had. the one where she had showed up to your house in the middle of you hooking up with someone.
the morning after, she has awoken to a string of texts from you, all apologizing for that awkward moment.
11:34pm
ellie i’m so sorry you had to see me like that. i didn’t mean to come off rude.
i wanted to go after you but i couldn’t really leave her alone in my house lol
els?
i’m really sorry. i hope u don’t think you can’t come to my house ever again ☹️ i actually thought it was sweet you showed up like that.
2:12am
goodnight ellie. i hope things aren’t awkward between us.
god, you made her feel awful. you were too fucking sweet to her. the way you never missed a single night when telling her goodnight, even after something like that. she rubbed her swollen face, mainly from crying, and typed a short message to you.
9:47am
hey, sorry for rushing away like that. idk why i did that lmfao
and things aren’t awkward at all, i shouldn’t have just showed up unnanounced
no els seriously! you should do that more often. tbh i wanted to hang out with you more than that girl… but yk i couldn’t 💔💔
she smiled at your kind text, glad that you two could just put it behind yourselves. her moment of relief was quickly replaced by disgust, when she saw the state of herself and her bed. her inner thighs sticky with dried cum, and her sheets below her still damp with all the extra release.
“gross..” she mumbled to herself, getting up and immediately throwing on some boxers and a tshirt, feeling way too vulnerable being naked like that. she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, then threw her sheets in the wash.
since then, you two have been fine. you do your weekly hangout sessions, where you grab food and talk about anything for hours on end. it’s almost as if nothing happened.
until one of your sleepovers.
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you always convinced ellie to spend the night at your house, at least every other week. whenever it’d get dark outside and ellie would start to get up, you’d give her that irresistible pout and “ughhh, c’mon els.. just spend the night. it’s too dark out for you to go home.”
and every damn time, she agreed. how could she ever say no to you?
one night, you and ellie are high out of your minds, talking about god knows what. all giggly and soft, you two exchange jokes and stories that really make no sense. but, to you two, it’s the funniest thing in the world. after a laughing fit between the two of you, you wipe your tears and sigh.
“god, i love you.”
you say, still catching your breath from that tummy tensing laugh. the words were just an expression of admiration for her. but to ellie, they were so much more.
“i love you too.”
she says, looking you in the eyes. she’s high, so she’s not thinking too hard about how sincere she sounds. but she really should’ve, because that soft tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes make it sound way too fucking real.
“woah,” you let out a nervous, breathy chuckle. “that was a bit theatrical.”
“wh..what do you mean?”
ellie asks, getting a bit nervous. she’s not her usual, stuttery self though. she keeps it together. thanks to the weed.
“just the way you said i love you. it felt like… deep.”
you move your hands as you talk, and ellie just shrugs. but she knows she’s fucked. before she could stop her feelings from resurfacing, she gets that familiar tingle in her belly and pounding of her heart.
“shut up,” she rolls her eyes, trying to play it off.“you’re dramatic.”
her voice wavered with those last words. fuck, her voice wavered. why did she feel like she was gonna have a breakdown any second now? she had to get the hell away from you.
“gotta piss. be back in a bit.”
ellie says quickly, so quick you don’t even have time to retort to her calling you dramatic. you just sit there, confused. you could’ve sworn you heard some uncertainty in her voice, but you let her go.
meanwhile, ellie made a beeline for your bathroom. she shut the door and leaned her head against the wood. she let out a deep sigh, trying to calm herself. the fact that she felt the most intense feeling that she couldn’t even describe over a mere “i love you” had her cringing.
she just couldn’t get over you. the entire night, she tried her best not to think about how good your tits looked in your pajama top, or how badly she wanted to just shove her face into your ass in those little shorts.
her thinking over these details led to the predicament that she’s in right now. sweatpants around her knees, legs slightly spread as she rubs one out while leaned up against your bathroom sink. her eyes are shut and her head is thrown back, letting out the quietist grunts she could muster.
she knew she shouldn’t be doing this, she promised herself that she would stop. but god, you made it hard. she was so wet, it made her cheeks flush red. the simple thought of you had her literally dripping around her own fingers.
you were still in your room, biting your thumbnail as you wait for ellie. you start to get worried, thinking you made her upset by commenting on how she said ‘i love you’. so, you being the thoughtful friend you are, go to check on her.
you quietly walk to the bathroom, putting your ear against the door. you were going to knock and mutter a little “els? are you okay?”, but the sounds you heard made you lose all the words in your mouth.
soft, sharp inhales and tiny sticky noises is all you can hear through the door. it’s a bit hard to listen to, since the soft buzz of the yellow light in there overpowers it. what the hell is she doing in there?
you knew this was wrong. an invasion of privacy to the max. but your curiosity was getting the better of you, and you were worried. you put your hand on the doorknob and slightly twisted it, not expecting it to open. but it did.
did ellie forget to lock the door?
ellie doesn’t hear the soft click of the door opening, too lost in her own pleasure as she practically humps her own hand. it had been too fucking long since she could touch herself to the thought of you. her only guilty pleasure.
her head was still thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed her clit at a shockingly fast pace. and you saw it all. you had opening the door just enough for half of your face to see through the opened crack. your whole body froze at the sight in front of you.
she was so captivating. her face looking all fucked out, her pale thighs that were so tensed up, the shininess of her slick that smeared on the heel of her palm. even the quick glimpses of her gorgeous auburn bush that you could see if her hoodie rode up enough.
your tummy felt weird. first, you felt guilty for eavesdropping on your best friend. second, you were confused why the fuck ellie decided now would be the best time to masturbate. third, you were turned on. disgustingly turned on, at that.
a few seconds of watching ellie made your panties get all sticky and wet, and that burning hot feeling in your lower belly. you couldn’t look away.
“ohh, fuck— please,”
your brain short circuited hearing ellie say that. god, she was so lost in her own pleasure. so lost that she accidentally knocked over your toothbrush and hand soap on the sink, causing her to jolt and snap her eyes open.
she looks down at the bottle of soap and toothbrush that landed in front of the bathroom door. the door that’s cracked. her eyes shoot up, and there’s where she sees a glimpse of you running away. a quick flash, but she knew it was you.
she is so fucked.
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I HATE RHISNSO BAD RRRR😡
btw i finished this literally like 3 days ago and didn’t wanna post it hut i did anyway ☺️☺️
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incorrectbatfam · 10 months
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If the members of the batfam wrote memoirs or essays about themselves, what would their opening hooks be?
Dick: *record scratch and freeze frame* So you're probably wondering how I ended up here.
Jason: This is the story of how I died. Don't worry, I got better.
Tim: It all began on the day of my actual birth. Both of my parents failed to show up.
Damian: A caution to those who have an inferiority complex: stop reading right this second. The Homeric epic of my life will only make you feel more useless.
Duke: According to all known laws of city planning, there is no way a city like Gotham should be able to exist. It's infrastructure is too weak to build its fat little buildings off the ground. Gotham, of course, runs anyway, because the city doesn't care what humans think is impossible.
Cullen: The first rule of Tumblr is you don't talk about Tumblr.
Stephanie: ...I can explain.
Cassandra: Hi my name is Cassandra Wu-San Black Bat Orphan Cain and I have short bat-colored black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-shoulder and cold black eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like an Asian Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to the Biblical Cain but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a bat but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a vigilante, and I live in a comic book city called Gotham in New Jersey where I’m the second Batgirl (I’m twenty-four). I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black bodysuit with matching holsters around it and a black leather jacket, yellow fingerless gloves and black combat boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and red eye shadow. I was walking outside in Gotham. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of Rogues stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Barbara: Do you ever look at someone and wonder what is going on inside their head?
Harper: A long long time ago in a city far away...
Carrie: Bruce told me I can't insert audio so let's just say you got Rickrolled.
Kate: The definition of gay? Me. The definition of disaster? Also me. My picture's in the dictionary twice, suck it.
Alfred: In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and more bat-children. And at this point I'm not so sure about death.
Selina: "Mom I want Bruce Wayne" "We have Bruce Wayne at home" The Bruce Wayne at home:
Bruce: Look behind you.
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staryukis · 4 months
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hi!!! i was wondering if you could write a lil bit of pre-relationship ItaFushi fluff? maybe them dancing around their feelings, being a lil more touchy than usual, but both blushy and nervous about admitting their feelings. i will give you a crisp hi-five if you do! but i’ll also give you one if you don’t c:
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˗ˏˋcontains: megumi x yuuji, mutual pining, touch-starved itafushi, just pure fluff, dad!gojo cameo at the end, denial is a river in egypt megumi you are GAY
˗ˏˋwc: 0.8k
˗ˏˋa/n: nonnie this idea is so cute itafushi are my lil kiddos i had so much fun writing this 🥺  it’s a little open-ended but i hope this kinda fits with what u had in mind !!
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megumi thinks that he thinks too much.
and he does; he overthinks. he overthinks when a curse ends up being easier to exorcise than he’d initially anticipated. overthinks when panda and toge tease him for having a stick up his ass. right now, he’s overthinking because ijichi is late to pick him and yuuji up.
he’s not necessarily worried about ijichi, they were told in advance that he had to pick up gojo first since he was on the way, and knowing the rambunctious sorcerer, he probably got held up. rather, megumi’s only overthinking because it means he’s stuck sitting here on the curb of a random street, alone, with yuuji itadori, for who knows how much longer.
“itadori—“ megumi sighed, but then he got cut off when yuuji casually grabbed his hand. he blinked in surprise, cheeks tinting a soft shade of red as he looked up at his friend. yuuji was blushing as well, about the same shade of pink as his hair. megumi thought he looked cute like that.
“hmm?” yuuji hummed, his eyes lingering on megumi’s face before he looked down at their joined hands, curling his fingers around megumi’s and brushing his thumb over his knuckles. “what’s up?”
this wasn’t uncommon for them, especially after missions. the two had a tendency of clinging to each other for a bit afterwards, seeking comfort without really vocalizing that they needed it. sitting close together in the backseat of the car on the way back to the school, their heads leaning against each other and pinkies brushing against their thighs. craving each other’s presence whenever they lived to see another day.
“um…” megumi swallowed nervously, inhaling slowly as he gently squeezed yuuji’s hand. if he can’t vocalize it, he sure can show it. “ijichi’s running late.”
yuuji chuckled, an airy sort of laugh that made megumi’s chest tighten a little bit. “i noticed.”
he went silent then, and yuuji’s head naturally rolled to the side, resting on megumi’s shoulder as the boy scooted closer. megumi stiffened, if only for a moment, but then he relaxed into yuuji’s side. his eyes then drifted downwards, noticing how yuuji started to play with the older boy’s fingers. yuuji hummed, and megumi raised an eyebrow at him.
“what is it?”
“do you bite your nails too?” yuuji questioned, flipping over megumi’s hand and examining the stubs of his fingers. “kugisaki caught me biting my nails once and got mad at me because she said it was gross. she even threatened to put pepper flakes on them if i kept doing it.”
yuuji laughed at the memory, and the corners of megumi’s lips twitched upwards slightly, almost breaking into a smile of his own. “only when i’m nervous.” he mumbled in response, his head slowly started to loll to the side and lean on yuuji’s own. yuuji hummed again, and when he noticed megumi’s other hand twitch at his side he chewed the inside of his cheek.
“…are you nervous right now?”
megumi thought for a moment. he was nervous, he couldn’t deny the rapid beating of his heart and the persistent worry that his hands would get clammy if yuuji kept holding them like that. why would he tell him any of this, though? he doesn’t think yuuji needs to know all of those details, he could just as easily lie and say he feels fine. there he goes again — overthinking his answer. after a few seconds, megumi decided to go with his gut response.
“i’m always nervous around you.”
the words came out soft, softer than yuuji had ever heard him speak. yuuji could’ve easily taken them the wrong way, but megumi didn’t miss the way yuuji’s blush crawled all the way up to the tips of his ears. he fought the urge to tuck yuuji’s hair a little bit behind them, wanting to see if his earlobes blended in with the tinted strands of pink hair, just to test his earlier theory.
“you don’t need to be,” yuuji says after a few moments, now lifting his head up to face megumi properly. “nervous around me, i mean. you don’t have to be.”
megumi smiled a little bit, eyes softening further as he looked at the small expression on yuuji’s face. “i’ll… i’ll keep that in mind, itadori.”
when ijichi arrived just a few minutes after their conversation ended, the two walked up to the car hand in hand. the passenger window rolled down for a moment, and megumi didn’t miss the knowing grin gojo threw his way when he saw the younger blushing as he walked behind yuuji. gojo’s eyebrow raised in curiosity behind the blindfold he adorned as he watched the two boys crawl into the back seat, immediately leaning into each other’s sides again once they were seated.
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¡¡¡Hola!!! Me encanta tu escritura 😍 Me preguntaba si puedo pedir un Bella Ramsey x fem! Reader headcanons donde Bella está celosa, gracias 🤗🤗 Espero que entiendas lo que escribí ya que el inglés no es mi primer idioma
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Hello!!! I love your writing 😍 I was wondering if I can order a Bella Ramsey x fem! Reader headcanons where Bella is jealous, thank you 🤗🤗 I hope you understand what I wrote since English is not my first language
guysss heyyy!! sorry i’ve been gone for so long, life has been a bitch recently but i’m back!! here to feed you some very needed fluffy and spicy bella content. i’m trying out a new style of writing and i had a lot of fun with it. I didn’t proof read it at all so my bad for spelling mistakes teehee i’ll fix it later. love youu<33 have a good day gays<3
picture this: You and Bella just got back from the gym. They surprised you by picking you up from class since they had some free time and “missed you”. They were perfectly normal when they saw you at first, leaning against the door frame and waving over at you. You jump up a little in excitement and tell her your just getting your bag and saying goodbye to your friends. When you got back to them, their energy seemed to have changed and you couldn’t understand what could’ve happened in 2 minutes but you decide to brush it off.
You guys grabbed some dinner and snacks from the grocery store and headed home. Bella was unusually quiet on the drive home, only mumbling the lyrics to a few songs and only asked you about your day once. Strange because she usually goes on and on, asking about little details.
You arrive home and bolt to the kitchen to heat up the food because you are truly starving. That class was hard and you were ready to eat. Bella follows you in, placing herself down on a chair at the dining table, blanking out and staring at the ground. You call for her a few times and they don’t answer. You place down the plates on the table and call her again, this time lifting her head with ur index finger.
She stares up at you with big brown puppy eyes and a stubborn pout on their lips. “What’s up my big baby?” you coo at her. She dodges your touch and lets out a whiny hmm. She’s gonna be stubborn about it, of course she is. Letting out a sigh you place yourself down on her lap, straddling her and bringing your arms around their neck. She finally looks up at you and eagerly pulls you into a long, more intense than usual kiss.
“darlin, you wanna tell me what’s going on?” you say pulling away from the heated kiss.
“Uh, it’s just that em, God this is so dumb. Okayy, yk Jenna? From your boxing classes? It’s just like she’s too friendly with you… Like bro relax she’s mine. She’s just too forward and touchy with you, i saw the way they looked at u when you said goodbye” They let out a groan and cover their face.
“Wait a minute, are you…. jealous?” you ask with a smirk.
“No.”
“Bella.”
“Ughhh, whatever. So what if i’m a little jealous okay? ehhh i mean you’re my girlfriend and she’s gotta learn that,” they pause, taking a deep breath. “I just don’t like it okay….makes me feel bad”.
You notice she’s a lot more upset than you expected and realise she just needs your reassurance. To your surprise she pulls your waist into her and wraps her arms fully around you into a tight hug. They’re so cute when they get like this, you think to yourself.
Pulling away from the hug you immediately attack her face with kisses, making sure to get every inch and not miss a single spot. This sends Bella into a cute fit of giggles. Their laugh is genuine music to your ears and you feel proud you’re able to cheer her up a bit. You finish off by trailing their face with longer, softer and delicate kisses.
Once you reach her lips you pull them into a long deep kiss. Bella is an emotional kisser and this kiss was no exception.
This unsurprisingly leads to a makeout session. Bella roaming her hands whenever she pleases in a territorial way while you take turns tugging and playing with their hair. Time doesn’t feel real as you both spill soft and sweet moans into each others mouth. Sooner or later you both gotta pull back for some air though. You finish off the kiss by pulling away slowly, biting her lip softly, letting it bounce back into place. Bella rests her forehead on yours, panting a little.
“i love you, a lot. I’m all yours darling,” you speak up. Bella replies with quick soft nods. “plus if it makes you feel any better, i rlly don’t like jenna, she talks too much about herself”
“iiii love u too ig and i’m all yours too or whatever” she jokes, rolling their eyes.
“wait is that why you picked me up today??” Oh boy let the teasing begin.
hehehehehehe i also think that bella would be incredibly immature and funny when she’s jealous. she’s definitely not the angry or mean jealous that’s for sure but she will stomp her feet and act like a 5 year old.
It’s been a rare warm and sunny day and you’re chilling at bellas house after you guys took her dog out on walk. Their bed is placed against the window and there’s a cooling breeze pushing through the white curtains. You’re sitting on bellas bed with your legs crisscrossed, scrolling through your phone. Bella is sprawled out opposite to you, reading off her kindle.
With a loud sigh, her kindle falls onto their chest and looks up at you. You’re practically glued to your phone and she wants you to be glued to her.
“Babbeeee” they say, using her foot to nudge your stomach. Yet, you pay her no mind and continue scrolling through TikTok.
Suddenly, you let out the most uncontrollable laugh ever, throwing ur head back and hitting it against the bed frame. “owwwwww motherfuckerr,” you yell out in pain.
“That’s what u getttt for ignoring me” she teases.
“Pffttt i wasn’t doing that” you reply.
“Blehhh i wasn’t doing that,” they respond, mocking you. “whatever, what was the video?”
“Ha ha, very funny, it’s just a tiktok mar sent me” you say snarking back.
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“No it’s just that i see, you’re ignoring me for some girl, huh, i see how it is. Clearly you don’t love me anymore.” she pouts, crossing her arms and shaking her head.
“Babe that’s not tru-“ you try to plead your case.
“NOOO IIII SEE HOW IT IS. REALLY. THATS FINE.” They shout in an over exaggerated posh British accent.
At this point, you’re done with their shit and decided to go along with this little bit of theirs. Letting yourself fall forward, you plop down next to bella now levelled with her face. For extra effect you decide to straddle her, placing yourself on top of her.
“oh c’mon now don’t be such a baby” you tease causing them to brush deeply.
“um, uhh don’t be such a baby, don’t you have other bitches you need to be texting rn or something??”
“Isabella may ramsey.”
Her eyes widen at the sudden calling of their full name, knowing you only use it when you’re being stern. She locks your legs together, swiftly swinging their body over yours, pining you down.
“oh is that how we’re play it?”
“yes. yes you jealous baby.”
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do u think mickey and mandy were closer when they were kids?
yes, but i think that being milkoviches “close” has a different definition.
i feel like the mickey and mandy we see in the first 4 seasons are already pretty close. again, they show affection in a way different to most, so it’s hard to really explain their bond. i feel like the fact that mickey willingly hugged her tight for a few seconds in front of ian and multiple other guys in 2x02 proves they’re close and love each other (not to mention how he is towards ian in the first season before mandy calls her brothers off, he cares so much about his sister).
that being said, as kids they definitely had a much closer bond. they were closer to each other than any of the other milkovich siblings (or cousins who may as well be siblings). i think we’re led to believe that colin and iggy are a bit older, like i’ve always thought colin was maybe 5 years older than mickey and iggy was 4 years older? maybe a little more or a little less? but because of this, mickey and mandy were the closest because they were so close in age. his older brothers would pick on him, so he would resort to mandy, who may tease him but wouldn’t be like colin and iggy.
@holymurdock has this fic about mandy’s relationship with aunt rande (who we meet in season’s 2&3) and the fic is honestly my favorite thing ever… but there’s a part where mickey and mandy are together over at aunt rande’s house, and i feel like it was an accurate representation of what they would be like as kids. they’re both the youngest and victims, and they have an understanding of that. mickey was (is) definitely protective of his little sister, because if he can’t protect her against terry he can at least protect her against others, and i think mandy would admire that in him because even if he is still mickey, out of all men she’s met (up until ian) he shows the most kindness to her.
^ i mean, we know that at his core mickey is soft, but he’s had to hide that away for so many years. the thing about their closeness is that mandy would’ve been able to see through that façade. like, i know mandy didn’t actually figure out mickey was gay until ian’s drunken confession in 3x11, but just because she couldn’t tell he was gay doesn’t mean she didn’t know he was hiding. i’m sure that colin and iggy are hiding in their own ways, too, but mandy was too little to ever see how they truly acted, and i don’t know if i really think either of them have as much depth as mickey and mandy do. mandy has always known mickey, she knew him when he was small and more… human, she knows that he isn’t necessarily the trash-talking, king of the southside, fuck-u-up, tough guy he always acts like he is. she knew him before all of that, but maybe as that started to develop, they faded apart a bit.
if anyone else has any thoughts on these two i’d love to hear them because they’re one of my favorite sibling duos in shameless<3
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Already losing my mind over your footy au, it’s so perfect. Thanks so much for sharing this brilliant joy with us :’)
[this is ava's pov, so technically a few deleted scenes that won't be in the main fic. still gay & eventually a little nod to christmas lol. @unicyclehippo & @analogoose thank u for accepting that i am on pacific time in california & it is indeed still christmas for me lmao]
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beatrice is a revelation. 
you remember the first time you had watched her play, when you were thirteen and she debuted for her club at the senior level at sixteen, this phenom, and everyone was talking about her. you remember being in awe of how steady she was, serious and focused and beautiful, even though you’re sure she was nervous: she was pretty, and young, with a sharp jaw and skin a few shades darker than yours, lovely, freckles and bright eyes. most importantly, when she was subbed on in the 61’, she seemed unafraid.
mostly you remember a moment — her jersey tucked in solemnly and perfect into her shorts, her socks even at her knees, her hair somehow staying put in a neat bun — where she won a tackle at midfield, carried it, drew three defenders, and then played the most beautiful through ball you had ever seen. shannon finished, but it was an easy tap in, past the goalkeeper, and you sat on your small, hard bed and looked at the planes of her face light up when she smiled. mary patted her head and shannon gave her a tight hug and you knew, even then, that she was going to be the best player in the world. 
it’s surreal to play with her, now, to sit beside her in the locker room and take note of the older lines of her face, her lighter hair, her meticulous skin care routine — an exact order of small, expensive serums and sunscreen — and the way her mouth sets in a grimace when she’s running through physical therapy exercises next to you. the way she talks to your teammates, clear and calm and kind, no matter what’s happening; the way she holds her chin high when she kneels for the anthem and wears her rainbow captain’s armband; the way she moves with the ball like she’s dancing, like she’s absolutely sure there’s no one who can stop her — it’s mesmerizing and a little intoxicating. you think everyone is at least a little bit in love with her. 
but somehow, miraculously, a little bit, she thinks you’re special.
she thinks she’s subtle, you’re pretty sure, but no one else gets her to laugh like you do. she puts up with your constant antics and your overwhelming exuberance and terrible puns. she listens to you, quiet and with her unwavering, full attention when you explain to her, one day in the locker room, late, when everyone else had already gone home. she’d gotten mad at you earlier in training, for not tracking back, for going halfheartedly into tackles; she’s seen the scar on your back and been in physical therapy with you for months now. 
‘i — i got hurt, going in for a tackle,’ you say, your voice breaking and too loud for the empty locker room, hands trembling, eyes filling with tears. ‘i didn’t have a choice; someone hit my back and then i couldn’t walk, i couldn’t move. i’m trying, okay? i’m so scared, every single fucking tackle. i’m doing the best i can.’ your breath is coming so fast and your chest is tight; you have to sit down and put your head in your hands. ‘fuck.’
she stands still, holding a soft sweater you know she’ll drape over her shoulders, over her perfectly pressed button up, even though she’s probably just going home. she stands still and, mortifyingly, you think she’s going to cry too, which is even worse than just you crying.
‘fuck, i’m sorry,’ you say again. she sits next to you and shakes her head. 
‘ava,’ she says, ‘i’m sorry.’ she takes your hand gently and it’s a little reverent, and your heart settles and blooms: it’s only been a few months, but she’s home. she’s safe and thoughtful and steadfast and brave. 
it’s not the first time you think it, but it’s the clearest: i love you, you want to tell her. 
‘sometimes i forget how hard your career has been,’ she says, ‘how difficult; how i haven’t ever experienced the pain you have.’ she swallows, looks down at her own hands. ‘healing of all kinds isn’t linear, and sometimes it’s slow.’
it’s true: you had lost, for a long time, your favorite thing in the world, the very thing that had made you feel most alive. you had felt nothing; you had hurt, and hurt, and hurt.
‘but it is my job as your captain to see you through this.’
you’d convinced her to go dancing the other night with you, during a bye week, and she had let her hair down and laughed into your neck. she’s beautiful; she was so beautiful, free and unburdened. she had looked at you too.
‘just your job?’
she smiles, gentle and small and just for you. ‘well,’ she says, ‘and my pleasure.’
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beatrice is contained, though, toward mostly everyone. you don’t think she’d ever really admit it, either, but you know she’s lonely, in her beautiful house by the water — without color, sparse and modern, and you bring her little trinkets and pillows and candles and flowers and soft throws in yellow, in orange, in a treasured sage green she seems to love. she has her tailored, loose linen, always chic and always professional. she has strict nutrition, carefully made meals from the team chef systematically stacked in neat tupperware in her fridge. you know you’ve, mostly out of sheer annoyance and stubborn, unrelenting affection, wormed your way under her skin — so you take a gamble. 
she’s still religious, or at least takes a great deal of comfort in routine and prayer and worship, so you wait until after you’re pretty sure christmas morning mass is over. you’d never say it yourself, either, for that matter, but you’re lonely too, sometimes, and you love her bright smile and freckles and the way she eats whatever you order for dinner when you spend time at her house. 
you shoot your shot, wherever that’ll end up, and order a bunch of birthday balloons, a shiny silver 2 and 6, and throw in a few silly christmas ones too, just for the spirit. you buy her a delicate chain, really pushing your luck because it’s plain white gold, elegant and a little romantic, some kind of gesture. you add in a crisp, extremely expensive cotton crew neck, which you’d seen pulled up on her phone while you’d lowkey been snooping. you make chocolate chip cookies — well, really, camila makes them after you burn the first batch, and she rolls her eyes when you explain they’re for bea, but it’s fond and you’re way too obvious; she knows how you feel anyway — and put them in a tupperware. you find the dumbest possible birthday card you can, a little bit obscene, and write, dear beatrice, happy birthday! you’re an old lady now, or something. you steal the show from jesus, in my opinion :) you deserve to be celebrated. once you write the last line you want to cringe, but you only have the one card and you can’t scribble it out at this point. fuck it, you think, and sign love, ava and put it in the envelope, lick the flap and press it shut before you can take it back. 
you unload all of the balloons from your car, a little ridiculous, and fit them, and your presents, and your cookies, and a bottle of veuve, and a bouquet of sunflowers — her favorite — into your arms and trundle to her front door and ring the doorbell. there’s definitely a chance she’s not home — still at mass or, probably, doing some kind of aikido training or on a run or swim, maybe even alone at the training grounds — but then, to your immense relief and immediate delight, she opens the door. if beatrice in her careful, neat outfits is revelatory, beatrice in a pair of sweatshorts and a hoodie, her sunny hair tousled and swept almost carelessly over a shoulder, is a fucking miracle.
‘i thought —’ she says, her brow furrowed, seemingly a little lost, ‘you’re not my sushi order.’
‘happy birthday!’ you say, and hold out the balloons. ‘and merry christmas!’
it takes her a second but then a big smile blooms on her face, and you’re so relieved you might cry. she takes the balloons from you with a laugh and then the flowers, carefully. ‘thank you, ava,’ she says, so happy and so genuine. ‘would you like to come in? i don’t think i can enjoy all of this on my own.’
that had obviously been your plan; you wore loose pants and a crop top, her favorite even though she pretends to never notice. you even washed your hair this morning instead of just settling for dry shampoo or a little cap like you sometimes do since you cut it when you’re tired or your back is hurting too much to want to move your arms above your head — a truth you’ll never tell, not anyone. she fidgets with the hair tie around her wrist, and instead of saying anything normal, you bump her hip in the doorway, your faces way too close, and not close enough. ‘leave your hair down. i like it like this.’
she just blushes and nods and steps back;  you follow her to the kitchen, embarrassed, but then she carefully puts the flowers in a vase, a little reverent, and you it settles you. she softly tells you that she'd been to mass and sung her favorite hymns; that she misses the snow sometimes, even though she loves the ocean.
‘how did you know it was my birthday?’ she asks, after the flowers are situated and you’re curled on her couch, your feet tucked under her thighs, after she’s opened her presents quietly and read your card, which had made her sniffle and she’d squeezed your hand afterward. 
other than the fact that you and your teammates had sang to her over a cake before you’d left to go on break, ‘i’ve read your wikipedia.’
it’s, like, way too true, and it’s out before you can take it back, but then she just laughs, grants you grace as always. 
‘i’ve read your wikipedia too,’ she says, quietly, but you sit up to give her a high five, which makes her laugh again. she grows serious, and soft, and puts her chin in the crook of her elbow balanced on the top of the couch cushion. her eyes are so gorgeous and you’re close enough to count her freckles like stars in the fading winter light. 
something might happen; your body is practically bursting at the seams for it, but then the doorbell rings and you both kind of jump.
‘probably my actual sushi order.’ she gets up and pads to the door, comes back with what is probably enough sushi for four people.
‘did you… order delivery sushi from a michelin star restaurant?’ you ask, infinitely amused when you see the branding.
she waves her chopsticks around in dismissal. ‘it’s my birthday.’ she purses her lips and delicately picks up a piece of ginger. ‘and i’m rich.’
you laugh so suddenly you’re lucky a whole piece of spicy albacore doesn’t just explode out of your mouth; you couch into a napkin instead. she doesn’t tease you, although she does look on in a little alarm. she had, surprisingly, ordered a bottle of sake, you notice once you’ve recovered with a few coughs, and you get it out with a cheer. ‘yes, beatrice! live it up!’
you share your sake and the best sushi you’ve had in your entire life, sitting on the floor at her coffee table, until you’re full and a little tipsy. you open the bottle of veuve, because she’s tipsy enough to let you, to follow along in your wake as you do everything in your power to feel it all. she pops it carefully, with a towel over the cork, even, but it doesn’t stop you from cheering like you’ve just won the champions league, and it brings a delicious smile to her mouth that you very narrowly avoid kissing.
she pours expertly in stemless, elegant champagne flutes and you lift yours toward. ‘to the best captain and the best friend,’ you say, and it’s incomplete but it’s sincere all the same, something brimming underneath the surface neither of you are quite ready to name. ‘happy birthday, bea.’
she clinks her glass with yours and you drink champagne, bundled in blankets, and eat an insane amount of chocolate chip cookies, on her balcony that looks over the sea, settled onto one comfortable beach chair; she’d let you squeeze beside her without any protest.
‘thank you, ava, for coming over.’
‘yeah, uh, of course.’ you squeeze her strong, bare calf, just above the scar on her ankle. ‘i didn’t — i was alone today, too. i figured we shouldn’t have to be alone.’
she swallows and puts her hand on yours. ‘you’re right. we shouldn’t.’
you rest your head on her chest. ‘strong heartbeat for twenty-six.’
the soft rumble of her laugh matches the waves, and she runs her hands along your face, buries them in your hair for a moment. ‘i like your hair, like this,’ she says.
‘yeah?’ she’s definitely drunk by now, her eyes a little glassy when you look up at her, and you’d give everything — money, your gorgeous apartment with camila, pizza, football — to kiss her.
‘yes,’ she says, and looks up at the stars. ‘i remember watching you play, before —‘ you tense a little, and she just soothes a hand along your spine. ‘before. and it was long. just — like everyone else.’
you have no idea what to say; you suppose it’s true. ‘you watched me play.’
‘of course,’ she says, an easy truth that ignites something low in your stomach. ‘ava, you’re not like everyone else. not at all. you’re the most — ‘ she shakes her head, trips over her words — ‘you’re the most extraordinary person i’ve ever known.’
you take a few deep breaths and then kiss her collarbone. ‘i — feel the same, about you.’
she smiles, and you settle again on her chest; you listen to her heart racing. 
‘you know,’ you say, ‘i just wanted to look more bisexual. that was the motivation for this haircut.’
it gets a booming laugh from her, better than any goal.
‘swear to god.’
she kisses the top of your head and then gracefully untangles herself from you, offers a hand. ‘i can order you an uber,’ she says. ‘or — it’s christmas, they’re probably, you know, inconvenient.’
‘you want me to stay?’
please don’t leave me alone; please don’t leave me. it’s unspoken and aching and easy. she nods. ‘if you want.’
‘you have food for the morning that’s not a little prepackaged omlette?’
she frowns. 
‘well then we’re going to get brunch, okay? deal?’
she rolls her eyes but she leads you to her bedroom by the hand; there’s no question when she pulls back the fluffy, perfectly white duvet, that she wants you in bed with her. she gets you a pair of sleep shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt, club issued but old and soft and worn, and it smells like her; she turns her back as you take off your clothes and change, leave them in a careless pile on a chair that makes her roll her eyes.
you snuggle up to her in bed and she turns over; your heart swells when she scoots back into you and you wrap an arm around her waist; she sighs. i love you, you want to say, i fucking love you so much, i’m going to die if i don’t kiss you soon. i love you, please.
‘happy birthday.’
she squeezes your hand, and then she falls asleep.
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fic rec friday 6
welcome the the sixth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.
1. Chapped Lips by Creatortan
Lance's lips were a distraction, sometimes. Keith just couldn't keep his eyes off of them.
i read this one and forget to bookmark it and it haunted my mind for WEEKS as i desperately tried to find it again. i went bonkers bc i wanted to reread it so bad, bc it is EXCELLENT. its fun and gay and the team as family dynamics are AMAZING, no team bashing here!! and as usual the pining was chefs kiss.
2. Mine by Anonymous [EXPLICIT, ABO]
How do Lance and Keith react when the other is kidnapped?
Keith goes feral. Lance becomes deadly.
yeah, yeah, i know. another omegaverse. absolutely feel free to avoid this one if it’s not ur thing, i know it’s not for everyone, but it was one of my first pieces of bamf unhinged lance and i refuse to be ashamed of liking it lmao. also i think it’s fair to say that this fic inspired my unhinged batshit lance fic, at least a little. give it a try if ur like me an abo is a guilty pleasure lmao
3. the way i love you by @taylortot
quiet moments in which keith and lance fall in love. and kiss a lot. post s7.
words cannot explain how much this series means to me. genuinely a series that is so poetically soft and loving that it makes tears well in your eyes. i started reading this series right when i turned 16, and idk it truly made something crack in fizzle in my brain, it made me realise how careful and choosing love is. i have read this series more times than i can count, definitely one of the top ten, and there are lines from this fic that i repeat to myself when i am looking for hope. i know it hasn’t been touched since 2020 but i will be watching it carefully and hoping for years to come. (my favourite, in the series, although it was hard to choose, is i want to kiss you there)
4. Read Label: Lance McClain’s Boyfriend by @bleusarcelle
“You know I’m not ashamed, right?” Lance meets his gaze sheepishly. “Like, I’m not ashamed of you, of us. Far from it, babe, I swear –”
“Lance,” Keith cuts in kindly, smiling warmly at the teen in his arms. “Believe me, I know but I do want to tell the world what you mean to me. I wanna start with our team, our family.”
“You should come with a warning,” Lance whispers, stroking Keith’s chin fondly as he drops his voice. “Caution: words that leave these lips may cause falling deeper in love. Thank you for shopping at Mullets4sales.com.”
Keith throws his head back as he shakes with laughter. Lance grins proudly at sound before he props himself on the bed and drops unceremoniously on top of his giggling boyfriend’s chest.
“But yeah, yes; let’s tell them after dinner.”
[Or the one where the team is on their way back home and stop on a planet where a pissy prince drugs Keith with a love potion and Lance has to endure watching his secret boyfriend being lovestruck on someone else that isn't him.]
bleusarcelle always has and always will be one of the core founders of this fandom fr. trust me when i tell u their work was THE work. i remember greedily reading every fic of theirs several time, and i still read several of them regularly. but i will always be a sucker for the secret relationship trope. and this one managed to have that trope with none of the team bashing or miscommunication garbage so it’s a banger from the get-go fr
5. When Moonlight Touches Us by @pmwrites-blog1
Branches scratched his cheeks as he ran through the woods. Out of breath and covered in mud, Lance eventually crawled back under the fence onto the school grounds. He stopped at the large fountain in the plaza, leaning heavily on it. He splashed his face to wake himself up.
It didn’t work. Keith was real.
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Based on 214b's Gargoyle AU
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE VOLTRON FIC OF ALL TIME. i dont know why. i have no idea why ive latched onto this fic so specifcally, what about this fic just makes me want to reread it again and again, but if i could print this aand bind it and keep a hardcopy with me every day of my life i would. im obsessed with it. beauty and the beast who?? like this fic is everything to me. i cannot recommend it enough. im fully convinced this fic did something fundamental to my brain. nothing i write will ever be so dear to me as this fic and that’s literally okay. the stars aligned to make this fic possible. is it the fact that i know there’s pretzellus art for it and so the whole story was cemented into my brain? possibly. i truly do not know. but i am fully obsessed with this story and likely will be for infinity
that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  
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wen-kexing-apologist · 6 months
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BL/QL Ask game : The Ugly, the Bad and the Worst
Alright, I was tagged in this game by @clara-maybe-ontheroad, so it's time to make some enemies.
Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL
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I don’t really pay the most attention to this, I can’t recall anything that sticks out to me as particularly egregious even if it may be a tad odd. Weirdest song choice though is Jojo and Ninew letting First sing in Only Friends. I love the boy but we all have our flaws and his is being horrifically out of tune.
Most cringe-inducing line (cute)
“Then I am gay too,” Bee from Between Us. A show that I did actually enjoy despite many people grumbling. I hold that it’s cause I didn’t wait three years for it, and didn’t know Until We Meet Again existed when I started watching it. But regardless, Bee and Prince had like 5 minutes of screen time, max and they won my motherfucking heart.
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Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)
Not a specific line, but literally any time that Nuea questions whether or not Hia Lian loves him in Cutie Pie 2 You. Bestie, you already agonized over that for far, far too long in Cutie Pie, by the time you ran out of the marriage proposal at your father in law’s birthday, I was already way past over the bullshit. And now you want to get back on the bullshit when you are planning your wedding? Come on…
Most stupid decision made by a character
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I agree with @bengiyo, Teh giving up his spot in school for Oh. Honestly, you know what, looking even further back the stupidest decision was Oh and Teh’s friends coming up to Teh AT FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING THE DAY HE WAS GOING TO GO COMMIT TO COLLEGE TO TELL HIM OH WAS GIVING UP. Y’all couldn’t have fucking waited like…one day? You know Teh is stupid motherfucker prone to grand gestures.
Worst plot line
“I’m going to kill your mother from third hand cigarette smoke and spend the last hour and a half of a genuinely otherwise beautifully crafted show making the world’s longest anti-smoking campaign” by New Siwaj in My Only 12%. What a way to ruin a show at the very last minute.
The most problematic show you've watched
Fish Upon the Sky, what in the racism, support of stalking, invasion of privacy, manipulation was that show?
A show people love but you find bad
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Enchante. I just hate Theo so goddamn much.
A show people find bad but you will defend
Also gonna agree with @bengiyo here and say Wedding Plan, I have seen so little conversation around that show since it aired and it was super adorable and very very outside of MAME’s typical taboos. Just fluff, lesbianism, and lavender marriages abound. But if you think La Pluie is bad, then I will fight you to an early grave.
A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it
I wouldn’t say it is my favorite, but I didn’t mind Vice Versa, but maybe that’s cause I was paying attention to trying to predict the next episode’s colors and not to the plot?
A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated
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Mine is the same as @waitmyturtles. It’s currently still airing, so it’s entirely possible I drop it, but, Dangerous Romance, I am so mad at how quickly it is brushing past interesting topics, but I am still watching it because I am curious where they intend to go with it. I don’t think they can salvage it, but I need to know what it is they want to say that made them think handling this show the way they are is better than exploring literally any of the class questions presented in the first couple episodes.
A bad show that you kept watching because you were horny
I don’t really watch shows because I am horny,  I watch shows because- Why R U? FighterTutor, only reason I watched that show, I skipped through most of the rest of it.
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A bad show that you kept watching because of that one character
Why R U? Because Fighter was such a compelling character and I thought Zee did a phenomenal job in the way he handled Fighter’s internalized homophobia. I wish they were giving Zee more complicated roles than Hia Lian because he’s a strong actor and I think his talent is wasted on Cutie Pie.
A bad show that you would still recommend
I don’t really recommend shows that I think are bad to people, so it is a case by case basis. I did not end up liking A Boss and a Babe, but I did recommend @emotionallychargedtowel watch at least some of it so she could get a better idea of Book’s acting ability.
The character that ruined a show the most
Nadia, My Ride. She’s such a self-entitled, incredibly judgemental bitch and I hate her, runner up is Toy for destroying Boss’ bookshelf.
Most awful character that you hated
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Tawan, KinnPorsche. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. I was glad when he died, and I must commend Na for his performance because he did such a good job playing an asshole that I still hate his face when I see it.
Most awful character that you loved
Korn from KinnPorsche, I am obsessed with how casually evil he is, and how he keeps his loyalty through faked compassion rather than abusive fear the way Gun does. He’s consistently winning, even when his lies are revealed. I think he does a superb job of flying under the radar as a visibly awful character. But he’s a terrible person.
A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like
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Saifah, Why R U? It’s not his fault, but I just hate Jimmy’s face.
A hero that should have been a villain
Palm, Never Let Me Go, I had too many theories about the ways in which Palm could have betrayed Nuengdiao. Hell, I’d have settled for Chanon being a villain, but no, only loyalty :(
A morally bad character you're into
*ahem* *gestures to my username*
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Wen Kexing, Word of Honor who has done nothing wrong in his entire life.
A morally bad character you're not into and you wish people would stop being into
Theo, Enchante, I hate that motherfucker with a burning passion. I know that I said I think Book should be able to play more assholes cause he’s doing a great job with Mew’s revenge era, but Theo was a goddamn fucking major asshole who was not really presented as such.
The show that disappointed you the most
Again, it’s not done yet, so there is still time to maybe climb out of this hole, but I am very disappointed by Dangerous Romance at the moment.
The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons
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Enchante because how the fuck do you think it is okay to write a romance where one of the romantic interests both creates the most fucked up, convoluted lie to mess with your feelings, AND is so goddamn helpless that you GET FIRED FROM YOUR JOB FOR HELPING HIM, and not have either of those things be a wake up call or deal breaker?!
Tagging @ranchthoughts, @respectthepetty, @solitaryandwandering
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seiyasabi · 2 years
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GBF
(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth. 
This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up. 
TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc.. 
Please proceed with caution!)
“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look. 
Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.
Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”
That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is! 
“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”
You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook! 
“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered? 
“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval. 
“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be? 
“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”
That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you. 
“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.” 
He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.” 
You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.” 
You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.” 
Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!” 
“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.” 
This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?! 
“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?” 
He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.” 
Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?! 
You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.” 
“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand? 
“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!” 
He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.” 
A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“ 
“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.” 
This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“ 
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.” 
The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?” 
“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny. 
“I-what- are you threatening me?” 
“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.” 
Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“ 
“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.” 
Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more. 
“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails. 
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You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related. 
It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence. 
The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’ 
But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat. 
Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway, 
But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence. 
And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him. 
You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention. 
“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap. 
You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.” 
His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils. 
“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease. 
“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“ 
Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.” 
You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“ 
He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.” 
When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“ 
Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly. 
“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.” 
You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“ 
“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.” 
You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself. 
“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering. 
“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.” 
“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“ 
“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents. 
You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath. 
“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain :// 
He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something. 
“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?” 
Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die! 
Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no! 
Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest. 
He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something. 
“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him. 
“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.” 
Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?” 
He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?” 
You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?” 
He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment! 
“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.” 
Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac. 
You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate. 
“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.” 
A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room. 
“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?” 
“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!” 
Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed. 
“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.” 
He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed. 
You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.” 
He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go. 
Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you. 
He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care. 
You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock. 
Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago. 
He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.  
You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,” 
Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!” 
He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it. 
“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.” 
When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it. 
“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face. 
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny. 
“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.” 
He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit. 
Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you. 
Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing. 
“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit. 
“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him. 
“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride. 
“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.” 
Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way. 
“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.” 
You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch. 
He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.” 
You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.” 
With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.” 
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t4tlevipav · 2 months
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Hi my name is Lieutenant Pavel Fear & Hunger: Termina Yudin and I have fake blonde hair (that’s not how I got my name but don't worry about it) with brown roots and wavy tips that reaches my mid-chin and soulless greyblue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Le'Garde (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Kaiser but I'm happy im not because he’s a major fucking bitch. I’m a lieutenant but my gun aim is fucked. I have pale white skin. I’m also a Termina contestant, and I go to a magic town called Prehevil where I’m one of 14 contestants (I’m thirty-something). I’m a soldier (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly green. I love PRHVL Bop and I buy all my alcohol from there. For example today I was wearing an unbuttoned white dress shirt with a green army jacket around it and a black leather belt, green pants and grey thighhigh boots. I was wearing black lipstick, white foundation, black eyeliner and my gay little hat. I was walking around inside the train going to Prehevil. It was snowing and raining so there was no moon, which I was very happy about. A lot of contestants stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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mildiva · 19 days
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So I’ve Decided To Start A Blog About Music And Parties
the idea came to me on a break at work after leaving my phone at home, my mind never clearer… i should be blogging about music. pitchfork is dead, first of all, and third of all it’s something i cannot live without, so why not?
I’m not sure of the “” format “” this will take but right now i’ll just write things as they come?? and part of my love for music is of course parties. they’re still so life giving to me and i still think nothing is better than dancing with gay ppl some of whom are my friends and hearing them dj. some of them are even good! it’s just spaces of eternal and endless flowing love. anyways.
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arianka is back!! when i first heard yes, and?, i thought “alright miss grande this is cute!” and it’s grown on me ever since. I’ve been anticipating this album, seeing what direction she would go. i’ve been listening to sweetener every day for the last few weeks mostly because the eating 4 free series on ariana recontextualized her… everything, i guess?? i’d always seen her as just like a Nickelodeon product industry plant which as a certified quirky-not-like-other-girl syndrome haver did not interest me. i was still listening ofc but i wasn’t invested like i was in say lady gaga (and oh how the tables have turned on stefani the pharmacy tech but i digress!) anyways the five part e4f series on her, how she got started with looping covers of imogen heap on youtube, her serious involvement in the production of all her albums, really digging into the pain and scrutiny she’s been through from her time with The TV Producer Who Shall Not Be Named to the donut incident (which i always thought was a slay) to the literal Manchester bombing, her relationships especially with mac miller… not gonna call myself an arianator or w/e but i am a fan now, especially after relistening.
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before i get into the album i just want to say this: the music video for we can’t be friends was adorable! it’s very sad that we don’t get music videos anymore because they’re not profitable or useful for marketing. still haven’t seen the yes and video but i’ll get to it. my main point is that give evan peters a stingy little mustache, grow his hair out a little longer, and he could pass for spongebob slater! so many people on twitter are mocking him for his looks/ariana for being with him but gassing up evan. look, ethan is… not a guy i would approach in a bar let’s say, but i’d let him buy me a drink, you know? and if we’re to believe ariana on supernatural and ordinary things, they have something special! tweets will go viral about “every hot girl needs a medium ugly bf” but she’s not allowed to do it? anyways.
if you detect a pivot in tone here, it’s because i’m no longer blogging with a sour cream donut and 3/4 of a dunkin latte with oatmilk and nothing else fueling my body, sun glowing through the clouds and full of optimism.. there’s a harried blogging now while i try and finish this before i hop in the shower to get ready for a hookup tonight. also, i’ve been thinking and listening to eternal sunshine again, reading and digesting lyrics and of course many many stan tweets about it.
first, i’d like to amend something i stated earlier that i refuse to edit: evan peters represents dalton her ex(?) husband, not ethan. (side note: i wonder if she’s thought back to the line in thank u, next where she says she hopes she’ll only get married once. either way the song is still a smash!) i of course forgive my confusion because, for reasons unknown even to myself, i assumed the majority of this album was about the forbidden romance that soon overflowed into her public relationship with spongebob, but it’s not! this is very much a breakup album and nobody is bored in it.
i’m really fascinated by this because ariana took such a turn in disappearing from the public eye after getting together with dalton (which was certainly aided by the pandemic). as a non-stan, i couldn’t tell you what little she HAS been putting out, but if the inimitable joan summers couldn’t find pictures of her for a two year period, it’s safe to say she was lying low. and yes there have been jokes and supposition about “ariana wasn’t allowed to talk about the divorce as per their agreement but she sang about it~~” BUT! if we take that into consideration (and also rely on the journalistic analysis of e4f), most of the negative press and comments came from dalton and his camp. divorce agreements and technicalities of speech aside, i think she chose a much kinder way to speak about their relationship. even she says she wishes she hated him (knowing very little about their relationship, I’m happy to hate him off of the line about him turning the tv up on her crying) but she doesn’t! even with songs like the boy is mine, supernatural, and ordinary things, she really details a story of a relationship disintegrating with both her and dalton finding other people. it’s certainly not the cheating homewrecker story everybody was running with months ago. even if the arianators turn on dalton, he’s still spared any real damage to his reputation because she doesn’t paint him as a monster, scoundrel, narcissist, etc. not to get too “a man can laugh but a woman can only chortle” about it, but i hope people who wrote ariana off listen and reconsider that despite the tabloids and the lyrics, none of us know what went down in that marriage.
okay but what about the music? this will maybe be the shortest part of this blog (oops!), but I’m really fascinated with the narrative around and in the album. the music, I’ll probably need to listen for another week before i have anything worthwhile to say (i need to go full geek on it). keeping it brief, it felt very airy. sonically it sounds like the imaginary room the cover was shot in: spacious and full of sunbeams. something about some of the songs (wait for your love and yes, and?) felt very 80s to me, but i’d need a psychoanalyst to explain that to me. you still hear an rnb influence throughout, but why wouldn’t you? obviously the boy is mine, but true story as well with the bass straight out of “pony” by ginuwine and a drum pattern (pattern, not sample, don’t get it twisted) similarly to “don’t hurt yourself” by beyoncé. my personal favorite of the album was imperfect for you, but i’m a sucker for a pedal tone that creates dissonance, what can i say?
if you’ve actually read this far thank you? im amazed that you read a 20 mile long blog that frankly, is not even well written yet. xoxo 🐇
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here is my attempt at a fanfic this is literally the first time I’ve done this lol. I hope it’s passable cause I suck at grammar and it’s probs a but confised and this was my first time writing with neopronouns so I hope I didn’t mess that up! Anyway here is my mess of a fanfic
I think of all the things I should’ve said all things that i did and I all i feel is emptiness.
It’s been 2 moons since you’ve been gone.
I… We all miss you.
Here I got you some lilacs for decoration as I couldn’t have your grave looking drab! As well  as a mouse I know that was your favorite…
I got with Blisswhistle or as u call him Whistledick. Guess you were right about me being gay for rai huh?
And things are great I mean you being gone is terrible but Blisswhistle is helping me through that rai’s really good at it I mean rai is the medicine cat but even with those standards rai’s still the best! And rai makes me feel just so happy! I wish you could’ve been here to see us actually together I mean you tease that shit out of me but it’d still be great.
You know I still remember the day you joined us in this dumb little mess of a clan it was just a regular day till your dad, who for the recored is getting some constantly, showed up and dropped u off with us and he couldn’t have given us a better kit! You were brave, sweet in your own special way of course and you always made me laugh… I miss that…
If you were worried about the kits they’re good! Stormkit wears feathers now and she looks good with them too! She’s been hanging out with Blisswhistle recently I think the two are becoming friends.
We recently met your attackers while out on patrol… I wanted to go for their throats but Pearlstar wouldn’t let me I mean star was right about it but it still pissed me off that we can’t avenge you. I promise you one thing though one way or another I’ll get them back. I’ll make them pay… 
WOAH sounds like I’m going on a villain arc. Does… this make you my backstory. Goldshine laughed to starself sure this would have made Lilacpaw laugh as well.
-I… really wish you were here… Star said tears forming at the corn of stars eyes It’s so unfair! Why are you gone! Star exclaimed. Tears now rapidly streaming down stars face
YOU SHOULDNT BE GONE YOU WERE JUST AN APPRENTICE!”
Star crumbled then and there sobbing uncontrollably first minutes until star heard someone stars ears trying to pinpoint from were the sound was coming whilst simultaneously trying to silence stars tears
-Hey… Goldshine I thought I’d find you here. Goldhines mate said softly Pearlstars looking for you wants to go out on patrol but I can tell star to wait if you’d like? Rai continued
I’m sure star wouldn’t mind…
-Thank you… Goldshine said unable to find other words for the situation
Goldshine slowly walked over placing rainbowself next to rai’s mate letting star lean on him 
-I miss lilacpaw to you know… they were such a good kit and it’s unfair what happened to flowers… Blisswhistle whispered But even though their gone I know we’ll see flower again when we’re in starclan and I know they looking at us and let’s be honest making fun of us right now…
-That’s true… said Goldshine leaning a bit more into Blisswhistle fur now being able to smell the herbs that rai were always around.
The two sat their in silence till the sun was almost gone when Blisswhistle finally spoke up
-I think we have to go star… Our clanmates must think we’re dead at this point. Upon finishing rai’s sentance rai stood
-I guess Goldshine conceded starting to pick starself up
Blisswhistle watched rai’s mate get up and with a slight head movement to rai’s mate almost aksed if star was ready. Star nodded and the two started walking away star trailing a little behind.
When suddenly star stopped, turned around and said
-Bye sis we miss ya you knucklehead. Star turned back around and trotted back off to camp to go on that patrol Blisswhistle mentioned
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Awww, I love this 💕 Genuinely made me laugh and feel sad for Goldshine, boy’s goin through a lot :< I love Blisswhistle being so sweet and Goldshine thinking so much love of him. I think you did good with the neopronouns, I was able to follow along with them pretty easily/clearly and tell who was doing what! Thank you for including them! 💕
You were very accurate with portraying these guys and what they’re going through, thank you for writing a fanfic for my little cats 💕💕
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Random the Quarry headcannons for all counselors
Ryan
~ my baby the future art major
~ obviously he’s really into art but I imagine he’s more specifically into animation
~ loves old school hand drawn animation like in the Cuphead games and old school Disney
~ definitely the kid who always had his sketchbook out in class but somehow got all A’s
~ LOVED the warrior cats series and had a phase it was all he would draw
~ his little sister looks up to him and he teachers her how to draw🥺
~ since he’s the sailing coach he’s probably a good swimmer and grew up near the coast
Dylan
~ oldest sibling energy idk where I got that from so don’t ask
~ I personally hc him as gay and he probably found out when he was pretty young
~ his family knows and is accepting bc I said so
~ very much a science geek as a kid I’m imagining Flint Lockwood from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs as a kid 💀
~ probably won the school science fair a few times
~ imagine tiny Dylan with safety googles playing with a chemistry set I want to eat him
Kaitlyn
~ I think she was a military kid
~ her dad was in the army and he was the one who taught her how to use a gun when he was in between tours
~ her mom is a retired military nurse and that’s how her parents met
~ she moved around a lot as a kid and that’s how she met Jacob
~ he was her only friend that bothered to try and keep in touch with her after she moved they probably wrote letters when they were kids and switched to texting when they got older
~ was probably Jacobs idea that they go to camp together so they could see each other during the summers and once they graduated they kept going as counselors
~ I love their friendship can u tell
Jacob
~ the himbo of everyone’s dreams
~ I think he’s from Texas but he chugs his respect women juice in his protein shake
~ was always a football kid and played all the way through high school
~ star quarterback baybey
~ the people who didn’t know him assumed he was a jerk and the people who did know him made fun of him and called him soft
~ raised by his grandma
~ he felt like Kaitlyn was the only person who really understood him which he mistook for romantic attraction which is why they practiced kissing but she helped straighten him out
Emma
~ I am an Emma apologist she was RADICALIZED
~ anyways she was a horse girl in elementary school
~ got to ride horses on her 9th birthday and it’s a core memory
~ I can see her being a pageant girl too
~ is really into fitness bc she LOVES sweet and sugary food and she’s got to keep her body in shape somehow
~ probably loves cute mobile games like Neko Atsume and those Toca games
~ also absolutely is amazing at Mario Kart and Cooking Mama
Abi
~ soft art girl my baby
~ she was waaay into MCR and P!ATD in middle school
~probably plays DnD with her friends on the weekends
~ I can see her having an ao3 account
~ new ao3 copypasta just dropped “sorry I couldn’t update guys my friends were attacked by werewolf’s 😒anyways here’s my 6k word chapter
~ started drawing when she was little and had an elementary art teacher turn it into a passion and she wants to follow in their footsteps
~ I am an Emma/Abi believer
Nick
~ grew up in Australia and moved to New York with his family after he graduated he’s got the “I’m new in town” energy
~ why anyone would want to come here idk but I digress
~ was a baseball player growing up and loved watching it on TV
~ came to camp as a counselor bc he saw an ad for it online and wanted to make friends🥺 sweet boy
~ has a secret nerdy side he’s embarrassed about bc he thinks it makes him less manly or whatever
~ loves Star Wars and Star Trek
Laura
~ was one of the girls that wanted to be a vet when she was little and one of the few that actually meant it
~ devastated about the idea of having to put animals down or do anything they wouldn’t like but she knows it’s part of the job
~ has a golden retriever and wants to have a cat when she moves out but her dad is allergic
~ Met Max in elementary school but they were never more than acquaintances until high school
~they had a lot of classes together freshman year and their relationship blossomed from there
Max
~ the baby himself
~ bounced between sports and clubs growing up but nothing really stuck
~ had a puppy crush on Laura in elementary school but it went away as they got older (them came back obviously)
~He lives with his dad and his stepmom and his bio mom isn’t really in the picture anymore
~ hated his freckles and they make him insecure
~ Laura said they were cute and he doesn’t hate them so much anymore
~ I see him being an animal lover and he probably takes dogs on walks as a side job when he has time
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Reader gets scared to come out as gay/lesbian to your Dad, Matt Murdock, because you hear about overly religious parents kicking there kid out. Of course, Matt accepts them🏳️‍🌈🥰
This…this right here is amazing—I love it.
I was really really excited to write this so I hoped it turned out how you were expecting! I included a nice little verse that all homophobic/transphobic Christian parents seem to forget exists when it comes to kicking their children out.
**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**
Pairing: father!Matt Murdock x son!reader
Summary: look at request
Genre: familial comfort/platonic fluff
Tw: bible verse at beginning, mentions of homophobia
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“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever.”
1 Timothy 5:8
It was a big day. Scratch that—it was a HUGE day. A week or so ago you decided that your dad needed to know about your sexuality.
So that’s what lead you here. Sitting on the couch, trying to control your breathing, and feeling more anxious than you ever have in your life.
You were so worked up because you knew kids who had come out to their religious parents and gotten kicked out. Matt didn’t seem like the type but you were never sure; which came first you or his faith?
Three hours ago you texted your dad telling him that you needed to talk to him when he got home. He asked if everything was alright and you responded with something along the lines of “it’s not serious but it’s important”.
You checked the clock.
‘Five minutes till he gets home.’
Your heart spiked at that so you tried to focus on your breathing some more.
You heard footsteps coming towards the front door and the lock clicking unlocked. Matt opened the door.
“Hey, Kid? What’s got you all worked up?” He asked gently, closing the door and setting his work stuff down on the kitchen counter.
“I just…need to talk to you.” You said quietly.
Your dad nodded and sat down on the couch near you. He turned to face you, even if he couldn’t technically see you.
“So what’d you wanna talk about?” He prodded.
You gulped and let out a shaky breath.
“U-um—well…I just—“ you breathed out again.
“Hey kiddo, calm down. Whatever it is, I’m not mad.” He took your hands in his.
You began to cry.
“Is this…something about who you like?” He worded it carefully.
You sobbed and nodded.
“I-I’m gay—“ You cut yourself off with another sob.
Your dad hugged you.
“Oh kiddo. I’m not mad at all.” He comforted you and rubbed your back.
He pulled back to look at you. He took off his glasses and grabbed your hands.
“I am so so proud of you. You are so brave.” He squeezed your hands reassuringly.
You rubbed your eyes and sniffled.
“Thank you, Dad.” You said.
“I’m not going to kick you out for something you can’t change. I love you, and you like men. There’s no reason it should affect our relationship. You’re my son and I’m your father. This is what fathers do.” He kissed your forehead.
“Now let’s go somewhere and celebrate.” He smirked. You laughed and nodded.
“Let’s.”
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