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darlingpwease · 11 months

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You can't trust me?? Bubba why do you hurt me :(( oh damn, hopefully you two can bump into each other again!! She sounds wonderful :)) (xie lian is the best flower boy)

I feel you, I am a sucker for those world hopping stories mainly (I'm actually writing a work based off of it lmao),, I like the xianxia works but because they usually have some of the best angst <//333 at least the ones I've read. (Don't get me wrong tho, other transmigration works can be just as brutal)

WHAT– What do you mean by that?! Yes, and ur so mean with it >:(( /t /j It definitely hurt my soul that's for sure lol, I actually plan to reread svsss some time over my break. Thank you for having some faith, darling Dove </33

Hmm,, I really like Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, but I also like Feng Xin <33 What about you?? Who are your favorites?? /gen

He reminds me of a fairy, pretty boy pretty darling <333

Yes yes, I am very much a panna cotta of culture. Impressive, right?? <33

-panna cotta

As the cycle keeps on repeating over and over and over and overandoverandoverandover- Even if you don't remember things that have happened in the past (or at least, some times not completely), the two of you have descended into a thick pool of infatuated insanity. There's no longer any room for others, not for you nor Xie Lian.

There is only you. And there is only him.

When he finds you again, when he finally brings you home once more, everything is already set up in a way that is perfect for you. The joy felt is indescribable, but whenever you try to surprise him, you can't help but feel disappointed. What do you mean I've already done this? What do you mean you're happy to get another one? Isn't this the first time? No matter how many times you go through this cycle, it's gotten to the point where there doesn't seem to be anything new.

You'd be lying if it didn't make you worry. What if Xie Lian gets bored? What if he finally has enough of you? Even though you don't remember, it's been so long that it's engraved into your soul that you are his, and he is yours. You know that, just seeing the way he looks at you tells you. This deep rooted craving that you have, the dependency the two of you have has seeped into your bones and into the very matter that makes you two.

You can't leave him. You don't want to.

But what can you do to stop him if he ever decides to leave you?

You have to keep him. Tie him down here, to you. Connect his soul to yours, fuse your life with his. Even if you have to go against the very heavens, you will not let him leave.

you haven't given me a reason to trust you yet, foxtail🤨🤨🤨 /t (yes!!! best flower boy,,,, I want to hold him in my palms and look at him with love<///3)

'I'm actually writing a work based off of it lmao' don't be shy tell more🎤🎤🎤 right??? I love xiaxia for good angst and world hopping because it's very good, even if it's systems,,, always systems...... world hopper!reader in blessing??? someone??? interested???? /hj

you can try to talk before I start talking about it, you already look like a calf on a leash to everyone and even to your anons🤨🤨🤨 /t /j /hsrs I can be an cold CEO, but you're not a big-eyed, small-chested shorty who stumbles through every word and is an innocent sheep and whom everyone constantly drugging and tries to rape so that in the middle of the story she leaves the country and returns with a brilliant child, so it's not in your best interests to agree with this🙄😒 /t /j I'm trying even though you're trying to nullify even that<3 /t

mhm~ expect Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, it's Jun Wu and He Xuan<3 If I could, I would drown them in a puddle, but they are so complex and multifaceted that at the same time I want to kiss them<333

yes!!! pretty fairy boy, pretty<333 look at him, he's so cute, I want to bite his cheek and tell him what a baby he is while he is deeply anxious and almost depressed due to lack of support and isolation and an absolute needy mess because he was gaslighted so often that he can't let you go even for a minute :((( pretty<333333 love it when hot gentle men are deeply traumatized and clearly not mentally stable<333333333 /¾j

yes, for a lousy panna cotta like you, it's very impressive; perhaps one day you will become a good and sweet panna cotta, which is what you should be<333 /t /j

After all, given the White No-Face's prediction that Xia Lian will be abandoned by everyone and left alone, which has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, even more poisons his mind and stability when he sees that you are not always happy. He dares to believe — wants to believe — that you love him and want him, that this is at least partly untrue, that you will always be with him, always returning to him, always being loved by him, going against everything and giving up everything, that in your first life, that in current one — but when he sees how you become more and more sad and annoyed with each life, while not saying what is happening to you,,,, when he sees the dullness in your eyes at the sight of what seems to you as a 'too weak reaction', or when he does not answer the question whether it is the first place or a gift, instead saying how good he is, thanking you and smiling happily, but your smile is insincere and empty.

And he's not suspicious, and he's not depressed, and he's not paranoid, and he's not traumatized, and he's not clingy or needy at all — but he can't help but be emotionally overwhelmed when you become different, colder and distant, for the first time, whispering that he's beautiful, but immediately interrupting and instead smiling sadly, catching on the thought that you definitely don't say it for the first time, you don't do anything for the first time, you've already done it all before — and stroke his hair, soothing, rocking like a child, letting him relax during the influx of disturbing memories of how he hid head in your stomach or chest, looking for support and understanding, and doing the same now, only now he sees how you feel,

and it gives an alarming pain in his chest.

You're not thinking of leaving him, are you?

He can't live without you.

You can't.

You're the only one who can't leave him — never.

Perhaps Xie Lian reacts too... sharply when clings to you even more tightly, almost forbidding you to leave him, fearing that someone will attract your attention — even if you are not subject to his lack of any luck, this does not mean that his lucklessness will not cause you to leave. You are so perfect, so magnificent that he can't help but admire you and adore you, no one can help but adore you, even in your first life — otherwise you wouldn't be as well loved and famous if you were famous only for 'how you drove the Crown Prince crazy with love'. If there were guides to the Peach Spring that led souls to rest, then it would be you.

If you were a guide to the Peach Spring, he would be an eternal will-o'-the-wisp by your side, never able to leave you.

Your eyes look disappointed and dull when you feel that Xie Lian is trying to lie to you, saying that this is the first time, you have never given him something like this, — you see how anxious and diligent he is to make you believe that it has at least some damn value.

You don't know where he puts old things — throws away, burns, destroys? — and you can't help but struggle to ask him about it, but you know that he will look like a kicked puppy when he realizes that you have seen through him. Xie Lian kisses you so gently, like a butterfly touching your skin, even if it's already more than a thousand times, but you can't help but be overbearing, aggressive, digging into his skin with your nails when you kiss passionately and almost bloody, forcing him to obey and succumb to you, — but you still don't feel that your hunger is satisfied. Did your past reincarnations kiss him like that? Will your future reincarnations kiss him like that? You can't help but be disappointed and annoyed, feeling how he wants to relax you, but not understanding how, only giving in to your impulse, letting do whatever you want, experiencing an overwhelming rush of happiness and adoration that almost cries when realizes again that it's you, you're next, you're with him, you love him, you are his,

and he is yours.

When you ask him to relax, to trust you, Xie Lian sees no reason not to do it, obediently closing his eyes, and his face is so calm, serene, that you feel even more like you are becoming abnormal for him.

It's for his own good — you say when your fingers slide over his skin while you kiss his neck, feeling his long thin fingers grab you by the clothes, but his eyes, even though the eyelashes tremble, do not open, obeying — this is what you should have done with him a long time ago.

You don't know if your future reincarnations will do this, but you are sure that your past ones didn't, when your fingers slide over his naked body, drawing circles and symbols that he will definitely understand.

ok ok but light hua cheng x reader??? the reader who became a ghost after their death instead of being reborn, but hua cheng does not mind too much, even if he was late for too long, which left only your body, - and such an angry mood and hatred for the people who tormented your lover and made him so that you can't even rest in peace, wishing protect him, but at the same time warm up to a guy you know, but can't remember, and are very gentle to him, seeing how he cares about your lover, even if he can treat you too protectively & maybe teasingly when you're still a will-o'-the-wisp?🤨🤨🤨

#❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — heaven official's blessing #✉.xie lian #✉.hua cheng #🧸.yandere au #🧸.unhealthy #🧸.problematic

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goodfellowe · 1 year

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I hope you don't mind me asking, but what originally got you into Hatstache? (If you ever answered this before, I am so sorry)

anon firstly i'm so sorry according to tumblr this ask has been sitting here since october 6th. i keep looking at it trying to word my thoughts and then telling myself ill answer it later and then... not doing that. lol

i got into ahit waaayyy back in 2019, when the fandom was mostly saturated with snatcher content at the time (people who have been following me since then probably remember that i hated him for like a solid two years just because he was everywhere lol). i remember very distinctly feeling very dissatisfied with how the game treated and wrote off mu after seeing her storybook, and i couldn't really find any postgame content that gave her a happy ending that i felt personally satisfied with. i ended up finding the hatstache tag on ao3 completely by chance trying to find that postgame content i wanted only to find that there were exactly two fics (neither of which i will not mention out of respect/not wanting that tied to my blog) that did not appeal to me for reasons lol.

the concept of it really stuck with me, though, even if i didn't find anything to fuel it with at the time. i like relationships where people who are hurting/have hurt each other work through it. and i am someone who looks way too into every little detail of everything, ever, and its always felt like mu both holds hk in a very high regard+was very hurt by her actions throughout the same. (see: dialogue+cut dialogue, graffiti around the game, the finale+mu's dialogue before it, the paintings, hk's 'betrayal', etc). paired with what little official content we did get of them being friends (postgame? maybe?) and it was a natural progression ehe

but even then i didn't actually feel super strong about it for a while. it was mostly just thoughts like 'damn, wish we got more content of them interacting' and 'it would be cute if mu had a little crush on hk without realizing'. i didn't actually get super passionate about it until i started writing the original version of twtt that summer/autumn (known as a crack in time at that point), and i only really wrote the ship in because 1.) i thought it would add some flavor and 2.) it made me really sad that there weren't too many options for people who wanted to read a hatstache fic at the time. and even then...

(screenshot from august 3rd, 2019. transcript in alt)

... it wasn't actually endgame. woah woah if you follow me for twtt please for the love of god put the pitchforks down they're endgame now and that's what matters. the story to twtt was significantly more different than it was now, but by the time i had actually wrote hatstache in, the ending i had planned for it was pretty bittersweet. it was just something i wanted to explore in my own self-indulgent way (as i always do ehe), and i was working through some stuff with my own sexuality and relationships at the time, so... yeah. threw it in for spice :D

then i started actually writing it and i just instantly fell in love with their dynamic and just how well their characterization worked with each other. i tend to write them as characters who come off as opposites at first interaction but are very similar at the core and that just makes them bounce off of each other really well. i got attached really fast, and as the story went down a totally different path than i originally expected, i was incapable of letting it go. it really just kind of worked its way into my heart. and the more i analyzed things and learned about the game and all of the little stuff hidden within/cut out, the more it seared itself into my brain until i was like... damn. i understand why they call it an otp now because i would go down with it. even when i trashed acit and took my year-and-a-half break from the fandom, hatstache was just a dynamic that lived in my head rent free.

it has a really special place in my heart because it is, in a way, what pushed me to start writing again and really exploring what i was capable of with my writing, too. and again its just a dynamic that i think can be explored in so many different wonderful ways. despite it all i want them to be happy and by god they will be... eventually :)

i guess basically to answer your question i just kind of wrote myself into it... but i hope you enjoyed my little trip down memory lane+some history behind the creation of twtt (there's a lot of it)

thank you for asking <3

#and also: im always happy to answer questions like these! it takes me some time to get into it but i love rambling so please dont hesitate #to ask me these sort of things. or things like hcs or ideas or what influenced certain decisions behind certain fics. etc etc #ive mentioned it somewhere but what originally got me to write twtt was some doodle of mu in a suit i did at a pizza place lol #the sketchbook its in got trashed but i know the drawing is still floating around there somewhere. i just have to find where ehe #long post #ask #hatstache #not art #twtt posting #just a little :)#twtt meta

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 2 years

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wow, shiratori sure got brave from the last time we met… what’s with r & having these smug evil asshole agents who deserve a good slap to the face? first r*kep*ck, now him. anyways why does he still care about what r has in mind for mc? he said they ‘hung him out to dry’ or whatever last time we spoke so why’s he still invested in what they want? if someone did that to me i’d despise them & maybe even work with or protect whoever they’re after even if it’s purely out of spite. i’m pretty sure r*kep*ck is like that too in ch 37, still going on about what r wants after what happened to her. guess they’re both too stupid too realize that r probably doesn’t give a damn about them anymore

Before I go any further, I just want to say, I have to say, I have to stop, pause, and say...that it is downright astounding to me how much my anons hate this guy now. How far the public opinion seems to have swung into negative territory when it comes to Shiratori. At least, based purely on my inbox. Granted, I am running way, way behind and gradually climbing my way through at a snail's pace, but all the same...I went back and counted no less than twenty-four Asks who all had their subject being some variation of an angry reaction at Shiratori for the most recent chapter. Again, obviously no one person could have known that so many others would send in similar thoughts, and I'm not even disagreeing or anything, trust me, but some of them even went so far as to say that they consider him to be just as bad as Rakepick...to which I say....

...Eh? (Insert a non-committal shrug here)

I dunno, Y7CH36 just...didn't do anything for me, really? It didn't make me dislike him anymore than I already did. Really, the only thing of prominence that I took from this chapter was his line about "sleepwalking through life" which could be a reference to the Sleepwalking Curse, of course, but I don't even think it's that. I think it's another hint that R has a great and terrible secret that will change everything once MC learns it, and that for whatever reason, they seem to think that, because of whatever the secret is, they'll be able to get MC to willingly join them. That's why Shiratori brought it up. That's why he flat-out offered to let MC probe his mind. While I've been one of the people hollering that MC should remember that they have this power more often, all of a sudden, doing that didn't seem like such a wise idea...because Shiratori invited them to do it, and MC and Moody probably should have guessed that he had some kind of agenda in doing so.

If anything, I wonder if all of this wasn't a ploy just to get MC into that exact situation, where they could have that private conversation within his mind and he could let them know that R's offer still stood, but that the clock was ticking. Hell, I wonder if R is even "done" with him after all, or if all of that fear and desperation to make a deal wasn't all staged. Judging by past events, like Rakepick "saving" MC from The Red Cloak in Year 4...a bit of theatre wouldn't be out of their playing field, really. So yeah, Shiratori is still a bastard, and I guess I wasn't really expecting him to be anything else. All this really means is that he's not specifically self-serving, but is still loyal to R, and I guess that doesn't really mean much to me? I didn't really have high hopes for the guy in the first place. He's just your average, generic villain to me.

#Kazuhiro Shiratori #HPHM Spoilers #HPHM R #Patricia Rakepick #HPHM Jacob's Sibling

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hard-core-super-star · 6 months

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I think I sent the last ask and forgot to make it anonymous, I'm going to faint right now. about comfort, do you say about writing something small and quick or is it about some fluff? 🤔

well, looking at the bright side is looking at my side, after all, a star has to shine so- “unless” lmao. unless what? don't be shy finish the sentence.

are you defending me from the reference you made that I didn't get? Kejskakwk there's a whole conspiracy behind this 119% and now I understand it, but I didn't expect it to be something random, I thought it had to do with your age.

RIGHT? even the dialogues between themselves are incredible. NO RUBIX, EVEN THEN YOU CANNOT TAKE THE PHONES!!! but I completely agree, Children shouldn't have access to the phone at such a young age, but I think what's even worse is children who at that age have already developed an addiction.

It took me a while to learn that there wasn't just one Robin in the bat-family lmao. but yes, if it makes sense then I will continue to love them the same, even though I am called a “fake fan” by a certain someone-

It's really cool that you just go after the poorly written part of the shows and throw rocks at them and then just rant about it. It's not a complaint, I'm for it whatever you call it. Firestorm! wow, I'm really bad with names too, jesus. Oh yeah- I see it, but hey, it can still be given to you, but by yourself. you can write after all. I don't remember who they are 😭😭 the thing about them being irrelevant is real apparently (I'm literally almost asleep writing this, there's probably something that doesn't make any sense, now let's see if I have enough strength to answer the next one)

– 🌟

you definitely sent it on anon so don't worry about it. and if you ever do forget, i’ll just delete it and pretend it never happened. i respect your decision to stay anonymous and mysterious. honestly, it's a bit of both. writing fluff can be incredibly therapeutic for me and writing those short headcanon sets makes me feel better about going so many days without posting a full fic. i still take forever to write the headcanon sets though which doesn't leave me with the greatest feeling in the world but oh well.

alskdkdk that's an excellent way to put it, i approve. in the words of my favorite star,”nuh-uh, no way.” two can play the game of unfinished sentences. the only difference is my unfinished sentences are still obvious so 👀

i was trying to help you feel better about not getting it and i think i succeeded. it's also not completely random, to be fair. i have a strong attachment to the song because i was born on a 19 [i’ll keep the month a secret for now because it's fun] which means that yes, it does also have to do with my age ‘cause i’m nineteen [call me. that's a reference to the song lmao] unrelated but i have 19 tattooed on me but in roman numeral version because i could.

i truly don't know how they came up with such amazing lines and this is making me want to replay the game ‘cause it’s been a WHILE since the last time i played it. fine 🙄 i won't take their phones. i’ll just silently judge them instead. exactly!!! it's concerning and i don't care how hypocritical it makes me sound.

skskjdjdjs i want to judge but i get it lmao. damn, that certain someone sounds like a cool person with a great sense of judgement 👀

i think it's just hard for me to turn off my writer brain sometimes so when i see something not done the way I think it should be done, i start trying to rewrite it in my head. sometimes that leads to fics, other times i just rant a lot. akdkkdksj it’s okay, they're genuinely not that important, in my opinion. they should have just focused on idk, giving caitlin a real storyline instead of adding new characters every other episode. [i thought your sentences made sense, don't worry. i’m also half-asleep writing this so bear with me and my tendency to skip over grammar mistakes when i’m tired 😶]

#rubix replies #🌟

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under-sedationnn · 3 years

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

#the arcana nadia #the arcana julian #the arcana #the arcana imagines #the arcana headcanons #the arcane game #the arcana lucio #nadia the arcana #the arcana asra #asra the arcana #lucio montag #count lucio #lucio #portia devorak #portia headcanons #muriel the mountain man #muriel x mc #the arcana muriel #muriel

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polyghostfacehours · 3 years

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🏹anon here i’m trying to remember if I’ve requested for you or someone else but could we get a fic where reader kills someone for whatever reason and the boys find them and find it really hard and then they have bloody sex w possible knifeplay (but only If you wanna Ofc) bc that’s all I can think about right now 😌

I had a bad-ish day mentally, so this came out darker than expected. I also tried a different style of writing than usual. I'm really sorry that this took so long Bow! This got long because my fee-fees were working overtime. Also made it pre-relationship, because I'm a slut for best friends to lovers as a trope.

TW: NSFW, homicide, dissociation, knifeplay, bloodplay, woundplay

Poly!Ghostface x Reader - Blood on Your Hands

It felt like liquid heat ripping through your veins, the booming sound of blood rushing in your head like a too-loud swarm of cicadas. It gnashed angrily against your forehead, and the longer you stood there staring at what you'd just done, the louder it got.

Multiple stab wounds, bruising in the neck and collarbone area. You can practically see the headlines as they blaze through your mind's vision. You were going to go to jail. He hadn't even done anything to you yet, just gotten a little too words-y with you, thinly-veiled threats spilling drunkenly from him of what he'd do to your parents, your sibling, your relatives.

The worst part of this though? You felt euphoric. Truly free from the constraints of what society told you was an appropriate way to fight back. Was it undue retribution on your part? Perhaps. But damn if it didn't feel like that first kiss in adolescence, one you have after a shitty date at a roller skating rink with the first decently-attractive kid that promised to pay for your cardboard pizza and have you home by 9.

Your best friends, Billy and Stu, had always had your back. And you had always had theirs. Keeping their secret relationship from their girlfriends, when you had walked in on them one night. Covering their tracks for the illicit activities that you knew were wrong but could ignore because out of sight out of mind and hey, there wasn't anyone else you gave two genuine shits about in this town. Even after secretly witnessing what happened at Woodsboro that fateful night, you played ignorance to their schemes. You'd rather die than lose the two people you've ever had a true connection with.

So standing there at the dead of night, in the middle of the woods that harbored a beaten path towards the river you were planning on having a few joints at, you stared down at the drunkard who'd tried to stake claim to your spot. The man who'd aggressively threatened you, thinking you a young pushover, and the man that now lied in rigor mortis below you. The man who forced you into the visceral rage that'd been building up all these years of your miserable existence. And you did the one thing you thought you could never bring yourself to do.

When the two boys arrived, they came with gloves and tools and heat. Your phone call had shocked them. They didn't know that you had known for years about what they had done at your old hometown. But they had come for you anyway.

It was almost mesmerizing, watching Billy and Stu hack away at the body. It was the first time they'd done so, they had told you. You could see Billy physically try to stop the twisted grin that spread along his face. And if the childlike glee that crossed Stu's face and said anything, it was something he had fantasized about countless nights.

Once they had tied the individual body parts in burlap sacks and stuffed them into Stu's sedan, they had informed you of their plan to burn them in a bonfire deeper within the woods. They offered to drive you home. You refused. Soaked head to toe in drying blood and coagulating viscera, you wanted nothing more than to jump into the still, cold water and bathe in the endorphins that still fogged your mind. You had expected your two friends to shrug their shoulders and leave, opting to wash the blood now coating them in the comforting stream of a hot shower.

instead, they offered to join. You say you were going to get naked. They reply that they didn't mind. And in your hazy state of being, you hadn't noticed the dark, lustful clouds in their eyes; the way their eyes trailed up and down your body and took in whatever you had to offer. Something they had, unbeknownst to you, fantasized about when they were alone, and when they were together.

It didn't take long for the three of you to start touching one another. Under the pretenses of "You've got some blood there" or "let me get that for you" you allowed large, tainted hands to roam over you. Your mind begins to wander. You think of the glint of the knife he had dropped in his inebriation, the glimpses of organs within the gashes from the way you had drove it into him over and over. Flashes of the man's too-purple, too-green face after you strangled his dying body. Disgusting thoughts that sped through your mind like a macabre, lurid kaleidoscope you had never even wanted to look through, but was forced into your eye socket anyway.

Arousal sickeningly stirred in your being, and you could see it stir in theirs, the tips of their erections now bobbing just slightly above the water you three waded in, shame absent in their eyes as you washed each other. When you absentmindedly went to grab Billy's in front of you, in front of his boyfriend who stood just behind you, you were still dazed from all that had happened. His groan startled you out of your trance and you pull your arm back as if he was a match and you had been burned. Red shame covered your face as you stuttered out an apology to the two, you didn't know what was wrong with you, why you did that, "oh god im sorry".

This is all quieted when Stu presses himself against your back, his large hands trailing from their spot on your shoulders, down your arms, and settling on your hips. His hardness pushed against your still bloody back and you gasp. You look back at him questioningly, and where you expected to see blue in his eyes you saw black. Billy moved to grab your jaw and turn you to face him once again. His cheeks were flushed, and his lips parted to say words that had you almost keeling over.

"Do that again."

So you did. And then the metaphorical dam burst. Pumping him as the three of you stood in the water, you felt Stu press tightly to you, using your back and his stomach to grind his erection between slick skin. His hand reached around to begin rubbing you slowly and just as you're about to collapse from the sudden spark of pleasure, his other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

Billy's grip on your jaw hadn't relinquished, but his other hand had come up to grasp the side of your neck. You were forced to stare him dead in the eyes and he bites his lips and groans as you tighten your grip and twist your wrist. He tells you how good you're working him and Stu chimes in about how hot this was. The moonlight bathing the three of you had Billy looking ethereal, and you couldn't help but try and move forward to kiss him. He wouldn't let you though, a playful smirk on his features as his hand gripped your throat not only from the side, but now wholly. His eyes flickered behind you, and with the cruelty only a man like Billy Loomis could muster, he kisses Stu and turns your head to watch.

If the sight wasn't enough to tow you over the edge, the fingers that moved to enter you finally was. Stu begins pumping them into you, curling to rub that one spot as Billy's chest presses against yours. You let out a pathetic moan, eyes tearing up and body trembling as a the orgasm that had been building finally sweeps over you. The two finish their impromptu make-out session, and turn to look at you.

Unbridled affection pools in their eyes at the sight of their twitching, glaze-eyed, still bloody and beautiful companion. They had had you in all aspects but love, and they could hardly believe they could now finally have you in the way the two had craved for years. In the way the two had spoken of in hushed whispers during and after hot, steamy fucking or a lazy movie marathon. In a way the two had buried deep inside, afraid of the unconventional and afraid of rejection from the only other person they had ever grown to love besides each other.

Billy pushes your still lazily stroking hand off of him and turns you to face Stu, whispering in your ear to "wait just a sec" before wading off back onto the shore to grab something. Stu's lips crash onto yours before you can say a thing, and soon his cock is in your mouth as you kneel further into the water. You look up at him as your lips and tongue work, gliding them along the underside before taking him deep. He stares down at you and the grip of his hand in your hair has you groaning around him, the tremors setting off needy moans in the man himself. He calls you his world, tells you how badly he wanted this, wanted you. How much he and Billy needed you between them, around them, on top of them, below them.

A pair of hands on your shoulders pulls you up and off of Stu. With a noise of indignation, you see Stu shoot Billy a 'what the fuck' look, before a flash of white light passes over his face and a too wide grin appears on his visage. He cackles as you turn around to see what Billy had shown him.

His bowie knife.

"Holy shit."

Was all that could leave your lips. Your loins burned and ached now, the excitement practically palpable on your tongue. With a gesture of the knife, Billy has Stu move you two closer to the shore, so that the water just barely hit his and Stu's knees. With a command of "lift them up." you feel Stu's hands under your thighs as he lifts you off your feet and spreads your legs, allowing you to lean your back against his chest. Billy doesn't ask for consent; he didn't need to. He knew the moment he and Stu had heard what happened that whatever dark shit swirled in their being was present in you as well.

The cold steel of the knife teased your collarbone, the sharp edge pulling a whimper from your mouth just as much as it pulled that unrelenting bubble of fear in your gut. You couldn't taste the steel, but somehow something thick and acetic coated your tongue. Is that how anticipation tastes like? Or were you just imagining Billy fucking your mouth with the knife? You didn't know.

The sharp sting of metal breaking skin pulled you out of your reverie as Billy pulled the knife down your sternum to just above your belly button. Blood pooled as he went, releasing in small rivulets, and you both shuddered. Billy's expression could hardly be contained. It was savage, a toothy grin on his face and he could hardly believe that he was cutting you up. He felt like any second his dick or the world would explode . He leaned down to tongue at the wound, probing the now searing flesh, and you hiss. It hurt, but it didn't. It hurt, but also made you want to cum. Billy's tongue, now sufficiently coated, moved to one of your nipples as he alid his hands along your chest and sides. He could taste both your blood and the dried blood of the man, a combination he thought he'd like but quickly decided against when he noticed the juxtaposition of your sweetness and the acrid taste of the man. He thinks he wants Stu's blood on you next time.

Stu groans at the sight of his boyfriend's tongue on his best friend's bloodied chest, and before you knew it you felt his cockhead probing your entrance before gingerly slipping you down onto him. You gasp at the dual sensations; the sharp pain of Billy's tongue moving back to your wound and the pleasure of Stu slipping inside of you with nary a warning, hitting you deep and well. Stu's grip on the back of your thighs tightens as he begins to languidly move you up and down on his cock.

Billy continues working your chest with his tongue before beginning the path southward. His pupils dilate even further, if possible, at the sight of the blood having trailed down to stain your genitals in crimson. Stu's cock was also now a diluted red color from thrusting in and out of you, both your juices and blood covering him. Billy licked his lips at the slight, leaning forward to begin working you over with his tongue, head dipping down slightly to every so often to lap at Stu as well. It was more for his sick pleasure than either of yours, as Stu's thrusting jostled you too hard for Billy to properly work you over, but the small flicks of tongue that were able to brush your most sensitive area had you whining.

Before long, Stu's movements had become jagged and rushed, and he moved to have his whole arms wrapped around the underside of your thighs and torso, using his hands to grip at his elbows and nearly fold you in half. The new angle hit you just right and once Billy felt he had had enough of a taste, his hand moved to speedily rub you. You almost scream through your second orgasm as it hits, thankful that you were in the middle of the woods and at the river, far from anyone. Your insides clenching and pulling on Stu had him burying his face in your neck, and a few minutes later he releases inside of you with a bite that breaks skin.

Stu slides out of you with a groan, allowing his cum to dribble out of you and into the water. But instead of setting you down, the two move you back onto shore. Billy was once again instructing Stu on where to place you, and as he lays you down on a patch of damp grass, you're surprised to see Billy straddle your abdomen. He regards you for a second, taking in your wet, bloodied visage again for what felt like the thousandth time that night. As his eyes drift to your wound and his cock pulses in front of you, he lowers himself down. Your eyes widen as you begin to understand what he's getting at, and you watch in awe as he uses his thumb to press the underside of his cock to your sternum, onto your wound.

You feel both the hardness of his length on the cut, as well as the softness of his balls begin to slide back and forth and you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut. A whiny noise leaves your lips, and you can hear Billy chuckle and Stu's usual obnoxious laugh. They call you cute, and slutty, and perfect. You think to yourself how absolutely fucked up this is. How perfectly fitting this seems for someone horrible like Billy. He moves his hands to your chest to squeeze whatever you have to give against his length, regardless of how flat or voluminous you are, and his breath hitches as blood is smeared all over your abdomen and his cock.

The pain makes you dizzy in a way that isn't as bad as you thought it'd be. It stings, and it feels too hot. Yet the expressions your best friend (boyfriend?) makes as he glides himself along faster and faster makes it all worth it. In the corner of your eye you see Stu fisting himself rapidly, hard and leaking once again. He makes eye contact with you and grins, moving closer on his knees to now stroke himself almost above your chest next to Billy.

Giving your chest another squeeze and pulling whatever he can even further against his cock, Billy bends himself downward to hover right over your lips. He smiles at you, a real smile, and you smile back. He moves down the rest of the way to kiss you in a way that is somehow chaste and passionate at once. By the time he pulls back, his eyes are glazed and his cock is twitching, and after a long deep groan he releases right onto your wound. The sight brings Stu over the edge, and within a few seconds your chest is absolutely bathed in cum.

The night had begun cold and ended warm. Words of praise for how good you did were thrown your way from the two boys, and the three of you laugh. Neither of you are sure why. Maybe it was the post-sex high. Maybe it was the fact you killed someone and Billy and Stu's first instinct was to fuck you. Maybe it was because the three of you finally were able to come together in the way you had all desperately wanted. Maybe it was the non-verbal acknowledgement that the three of you were the scum of the Earth.

Whatever it was, you were glad for it. The three of you burned the body that night, and later when you laid down in their bed with them your limbs tangled and kisses and make-outs exchanged, the only thoughts that went through your mind is how glad you were to not be alone.

#billy loomis #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #poly ghostface x reader #poly!ghostface x reader #slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy x reader x stu

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its-afucking-mess · 2 years

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ok but being single for a while and hooking up w thomas at a bar or him taking u to his apartment or sm and ure like wait i havent shaved in ages and he just looks at u like "did i say i care" and he just worships ur body for angood second of the time 🤧

okay i am turning this into a mess of prompts, thank u for the contribution anon!!!

i feel like hes definately the one to not understand what u mean at first like "ok so?" because hes so comfortable in his own body he forgets some others are insecure about stuff like body hair, so u have to physically say "oh i just havent done this in a sec and i havent shaved down there" and he just looks confused but then he softens like "oh, amore, that isnt a problem with me, unless u dont feel comfortable i dont mind" and ure just dumbfounded because damn is he the sweetest stranger you had the pleasure to hook up with

and yea, knowing u arent used to being praised for it, only shamed cause society ig, he will make sure to kiss and bite and mark wherever on your body without a single care, running his hands over rough patches where the hair has grown quite a bit, murmuring praises and oh god this man is killing me slowly

Yeah, sure, hooking up wasn't on your top 10 ways you'd spend the night at this dingy nightclub your friends dragged you to, but you aren't complaining either.

How could you, the man is handsome. Dirty blonde hair cut to his shoulders, stupid tall and super fun to dance with, the whole time you had been giggling in your drink as he tried to provoke you into dancing with him. Fucking adorable, and you didn't expect "Wanna hook up?" to come out from his lips, but again, you aren't complaining.

Brave of you to trust someone so much that you let him call a taxi to his place, but it turned out he isn't a serial killer that collects women in his basement. If anything, he's the typical 20 year-old. Slightly messy apartment, the console running since god knows how early. You are surprused pleasantly, even more so when he gently holds you in his embrace, one hand sneaking to cup your face as you share the first proper kiss of the night. It's mystical, and you even manage to forget something you wanted to say.

You don't bother to remember too much, hands roaming all over his back as the kiss deepens. Fingers tangled in hair and trapped between tight shirts, Thomas guiding you to his room, presumably at least.

You're impressed with how easy the whole scene unfolds, no apparent rush as Thomas slowly but surely caresses your clothed torso, teeth toying with your bottom lip but never fully biting down. His hand sneaks under the waistband of your chiffon skirt, groping your ass softly when his legs hit his bed. You can't help a quiet moan against his lips, and you feel them curl up in a small smirk.

His other hand finds the zipper on the side, pulling it down delicately and letting your skirt drop to the ground, pooling at your feet. You judge it as totally unfair that you only are losing layers, and with a soft tug at it, Thomas removes his shirt easily over his head with a practiced move, your hamds excited to roam all over his body. He hums approvingly and now you are the one smirking, nails clawing at his lower back with little to no force. He moans softly, and you tug off your own shirt over your head.

You giggle at the ways his eyes fall instantly, and he looks back up for approval, and to maintain some decency still. As a silent invitation, you unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor by where your shirt was probably dropped. He doesn't let his gaze fall this time, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What are you waiting, big guy?" you tease, and bring one of his hands to cup your breast in his hand. He seems encouraged by your actions, and both his hands are on you, rolling and squeezing amd his fingers playing with your nipples. God, was it too quick to be losing it?

His mouth is on your neck, and you let out an appreciative hum, tilting your head to the side to offer him more space to kiss and bite at. A particularly hard bite catches you off guard, a surpirsed moan making it out of your mouth, his lips in a smirk against your skin.

Your own hands move to his pants, fingers barely dipping under his waistband, instead teasing the elastic of his underwear. He's noticibly tenting in his jeans, and it's flattering, incredibly so. Your hand comes to the front of his trousers, and he ruts his hips forward absentmindedly with a quiet moan.

You unubutton them hastily, and he squeezes your breasts in appreciation, his mouth leaving a small bite at your neck, pulling off your body. You lead another kiss, lust shining through with how much rougher it is to your previous ones. His hands are at your hips, snapping the elastic of your panties in a silent question, and you suddenly remember what you wanted to say.

"Wait, Thomas-". Your words die out when he kisses yoir neck again, right under your jaw. "We can't-". He pulls off instantly, face laced with worry. "What happened? Are you okay?". It's adorable, and very fucking decent of him to ask, but it only makes you fumble with your words more.

"I haven't done this in a while, and I forgot to shave before going to the club" you say, and Thomas gives you a confused glance, hands sitting on your waist, your own on his shoulders.

"Okay. So?" he replies, and you only redden more. Thomas seems incredibly clueless, and you'd hate to ruin the night like that.

"Nothing, it's just- I haven't shaved, down there, in a while too, and I thought I should tell you before hand". Thomas' confusion doesn't seem to give out, not for a moment before his expression morphs into a soft smile and a little giggle.

"I don't mind it" is all he says, and your brain seems to not be able to process the information. "I know some guys probably don't like it, and fuck them because they aren't shit to demand that from women, but I don't care. Unless you don't feel comfortable continuing while you aren't shaved, I could give less of a fuck if you have pubes or not"

The way he says it makes it fairly simple, his wording isn't complicated, yet it still seems unfathomable. "You're sure you don't mind? All others-"

"They better had been softer to the touch that the tiles in the bathroom," Thomas jokes, and your relax against him. "Alright then, I'm good to go" you say, and Thomas smiles wide and kisses you, much softer. It's refreshing, not having to care that much, but the insecurity is still lingering. He must have guessed, because next thing you know he is kneeling in front of you, hands pulling your panties down softly, careful to not scratch your thighs.

"So confusing, how people mind the hair, when it doesn't affected it them in the sligtest," he murmurs, mouth running over your thighs, licking all over the pale expanse of skin. Your eyes flutter shut, Thomas leaving bites on the inside of them, then sucking softly. He pulls back out further, smothering the fronts on your thighs in kisses.

He looks up at you, and there is a plea behind his eyes that you answer with a nod. He cups your pussy with his hand, fingers teasing at your entrance, already wet from all the lingering touches and Thomas' attention.

"Keep going like that, and I might reciprocate". Thomas chuckles against your thigh as he dips more forwards, his breath heated over your skin as your nails drag through his hair, scratching at the skin beneath.

“I don't like the sound of that might, Y/n.”

“It's a reward dependent on performance.” you reply, and he chuckles, nuzzling against your inner thigh as he pushes your knees apart gently. You open more for him to fit fully between your legs.

“Is that so? Well then, my certosa tesoro, I really ought get to work". He cuts off your retort with a drag of his tongue over your vulva, dipping into your entrance as he does so, and you let out a short, sharp sound. He isn't in the slhghtest urged by your fingers tightening on his hair, instead kissing, kissing your clit and pulling back again. He leaves a kiss on your crotch, looking straight up at you as he licks down, through the hair that you've been ashamed of too many times, as least as far as Thomas made you think. It's quite the fucking sight to behold, and your knees feel weak. He moves forward, and by the way his shoulders nudge your legs, he seems content to carry your weight. You leave your muscles to relax momentarily, and Thomas hums in response.

He inhales deeply before dipping forwards again, sucking at your clit for a moment before dipping down and dragging his tongue back and forth over your labia, back and forth feeling the flesh soften under his tongue, feels you widen and slick for the sake of his attentions. His nose bumps against your clit, continiously, and you can't help the little moans, not when Thomas is working to coax them out of you.

Your taste stays on his tongue, having you spread out over his mouth, completely at his mercy. He seems to be enjoying it as much as you are, and you can tell by the way his hips grind against your leg when a particularly loud moan leaves your mouth, tugging at his hair harder.

Far better than overpriced drinks, and a more enjoyable eating out experience than any restaurant.

He thrusts his tongue forwards, inside you, and his tongue is dexterous enough that you arch your back, letting out a groan, and the push of your spine, the curve of it, makes your hips rut more firmly against his mouth, and you can hear, hell, you can feel his groan. His hands grip your hips harder, and his strength is surprising when he manages to pull you more against him.

He continues to thrust his tongue, his hands moving over your thighs in order to dig his nails just slightly into the meat of them, and then he pulls back, dragging his slick tongue over your clit again before sucking hard at it. His fingers are teasing at your entrance, making sure you don't get to mourn the loss of his tongue too much, two of them being worked in with almost no resistance.

And sure, it's slightly embarassing, but your orgasm catches both of you off guard, a surprised, and loud moan leaving your mouth, hips pretty much riding Thomas' face as you work through your climax. He seems content, completely unfased and even continuing the thrusts of his tongue.

"Holy-" is all you manage, and Thomas guides your hips to the edge of the bed, staying between your legs, leaving kisses all over your thighs, your tummy, your crotch, pulling at the hair with his teeth.

"Fuck Thomas, that's-"

"Hope you have another orgasm in you, because I don't think I'll manage if we don't fuck tonight" he says, kissing you with a surprising force, trying to match his energy.

"Disguisting, I know. But you aren't complaining, so you must be enjoying this," he says with a confident smile, and you can only nod along his words, because why would you lie? Your hand tugs at his hair, bringing him to your eye level.

"I fucking better," you say against his lips, and he pushes your back to the matress with a smirk, crawling over you and connecting your lips again.

it felt wrong not to so: @lasciatemi-stare @tempobrucera @poetryndfuel :D

#a mess of prompts #jdkskfkd dont stone me #but i dont have it in me to continue it #im tired rn #uhhhh definate dedication to foxy and paual #and yeah #måneskin #thomas raggi #måneskin fanfic #x reader fanfiction #thomas raggi fanfiction #thomas x reader

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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As much as I like Viserys ii, he was a terrible father for marrying naerys to Aegon iv. Why do you think he did so. There were so many other, better options than Aegon. And why did he let baelor lock up his sisters for a pathetic excuse.

It's a good thing daemon's long dead coz he would have murdered baelor for his BS. I have a hc that Daemon likes to torture baelor in the targaryen afterlife.

Hi there 🤗

Yes while as a Hand, ruler, and brother we have only good things to say about Viserys II as a father, what we know leaves a lot to be desired. As I have said before, however, not too long ago, I would be harder on him had he not became a father at 13 after being married and bedded at 12 - thank you so much for that one, George.

Regarding the marriage between Aegon IV and Naerys I have no doubt why he did it. And actually Anon, I am confused as to why you don't see the reasons for them to marry, as they are as straightforward as they could be.

Marrying Naerys to Aegon IV was just keeping up with Targaryen tradition. She was Viserys's eldest (and only) daughter, he was his eldest son, they were siblings. Like for house Targaryen this was the equivalent of 1+1=2. Friendly reminder here that on Jaehaerys's mind he would marry Aemon and Alyssa - i.e., his eldest son and his eldest daughter - to each other. It was only Alysanne who insisted that Alyssa was for Baelon not Aemon.

Viserys wasn't by this point the warmest of fathers, and we are told he grew quite stern (maybe even bitter) when Larra left him. So I think he didn't really care about what Naerys wanted and he saw first and foremost the importance of his children marrying and keeping the blood of the dragon pure. Their own personal wants be damned. In a way, how many of Viserys's own personal wants had been ignored? I am not saying this justifies his actions - it doesn't - but I am trying to get inside his mind to try to think as he might do, which is an exercise one must do to better understand others and their actions.

But if Naerys was closer to Aemon why didn't Viserys allowed them to marry instead of marrying her to Aegon IV? I would argue that likely because number 1) if I am remembering correctly (someone correct me if I am not), Naerys said she wanted to be a septa, not that she wanted to marry Aemon; and 2) because his heir was Aegon IV not Aemon, and Aegon IV being the oldest was expected to marry first. As for his nephews they had three sisters, more than enough to go around. And other candidates outside of House Targaryen wouldn't be seen as ideal as a Targaryen was. This is just House Targaryen 101 y'all.

As to why he let Baelor do what he did... hum, because he was the king? Because he had all the power? Viserys II tried to control him and clean after his messes the best he could, as every Hand did with a sh:tty king, but Anon, what else would you have him do? Gather an army to overthrow his brother's son? Would he be able to do it? What consequences would there be to him? Overthrowing a king isn't exactly easy to do...

And finally, absolutely Daddy/Granddaddy Daemon would NOT sit still at this waste of space that was his grandson Baelor. He would go medieval on that punk's as_ (and get it laid to see if some of the craziness disappeared). On this we do agree 😂😂 I can definitely see Daemon torturing Baelor in the afterlife and just throwing shade at him.

How was Baelor Baby Aegon's son?! Every time I think about it I just:

All the best to you 🤗

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jean-kayak · 3 years

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Anon Request: As someone tired of Y/N’s being spineless cowards around fangirls that disrespect her and cause her issues cuz they love her bf, let’s have Atsumu, Terushima, Oikawa, and Sakusa react to their usually gentle black!gf clocking these bitches with no hesitation. She’s nice and tried to avoid them, but they wanted to intimidate her and they were greeted with a fist to the face with the force of a pro-boxer.

Fangirl: Stay away from him! He belongs to us!

Y/N: 🙂 *cocks back and punches her before looking at other fangirls* Anyone else? No? Good, I’m getting my back blown out after this anyways *goes to her bf*

A/N: lmfao, anon, thank you for giving me a good laugh with this one

Characters: timeskip!Miya Atsumu, Terushima Yuuji, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi

🏐This was one of his games that you could finally go to, your schedule finally being cleared up

🏐It definitely wasn't the same watching your boyfriend play on TV, once again amazed at your boyfriend's talent

🏐He had scored the game winning point, his teammates and the crowd growing wild

🏐You hadn't told him you were coming, wanting to surprise him, so you waited outside of the stands, but you could see the many reporters lined up to interview him

🏐When he was done, you couldn't help but bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to see his reaction

🏐He doesn't notice you at first, so you call his name, and he looks around, his eyes widening when he spots you, and he's running over to you quickly, giving you a huge, sweaty hug

🏐"What're ya doing here?" he asks in disbelief, and you respond that you finally had free time from work

🏐He gives you another hug despite your protests before peppering your face in kisses, and your giggles stop along with his kisses when someone calls his name

🏐You both look and see a group of women all with his jersey number on them, and you instantly recognize them as the fangirls that you've noticed always hanging around whenever he did interviews

🏐He keeps his arm around your waist, and he steps a little closer to them. "Can I help ya?"

🏐You don't miss the way they eye you, and you raise an eyebrow at them

🏐"Is she your sister?"

🏐You laugh beside yourself at the petty question, not even being the least bothered by it, and Atsumu denies it, telling them that you're his girlfriend

🏐They all seemed more than shocked. "Oh," one of them starts. "I just expected her to be different?"

🏐Now you're pissed. Atsumu starts to defend you but you cut him off. "No, no, it's alright. They clearly have something to say," you start, stepping forward. "So, if you do. Say it."

🏐They all look between each other as you raise your eyebrows. "Atsumu there's no way you'd go for someone like her--"

🏐You deck her in the face, rolling your eyes when he falls onto the floor like a dramatic bitch

🏐"Oh, no, it looks like my hand slipped," you reply sarcastically as Atsumu's eyes widen, never seeing you or expecting you to do this

🏐You start walking away, stepping over the girl rolling on the ground holding her nose before turning to Atsumu. "Babe, you gotta get changed, right? Let's go."

🏐He jumps out of the shock he was in, glancing down at the girl on the ground, who's now being helped up by her friends before he runs after you

✂️"I know, I'm sorry. I'll remember next time," and you roll your eyes at the phrase that he says every time he forgets

✂️You were visiting your boyfriend at work because he had an annoying habit of forgetting his lunch

✂️You walk into the salon, seeing Terushima immediately, and his eyes widen in surprise before turning into a guilty smirk when you hold up the food

✂️"What did I tell you?" you scold when you walk up to him, and he kisses your forehead as he takes the food from you

✂️He thanks you again before giving you a soft kiss on the lips, and you're walking towards the door when you hear it

✂️"You know, Yuuji, you're pretty cute. Did I ever tell you that?"

✂️You stop in your tracks, spinning around on your heels to see his client blatantly flirting with him when you know she saw you interacting with him

✂️He responds with an awkward chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck, stating that he's taken, glancing your way

✂️"Oh, I didn't notice," she replies, and you watch her with a deadpanned look

✂️You walk up beside him, tiltling your head to the side

✂️"You need something?"

✂️She doesn't even seemed phased, giving you a simple shrug that makes you narrow your eyes at her

✂️This was sort of a regular occurrence, but no one's been this bold before, and you always caught the stares from other women, because duh your boyfriend's hot

✂️"This your girlfriend?" she asks, distain in her voice. "She seems like a bitch."

✂️"Excuse me?"

✂️"Aww, don't be like that. Most guys lower their standards, you know?" You cut her off, your fist connecting with her face before Terushima can even blink

✂️She actually tries to fight you back, but she obviously loses, getting to the point where her only goal is getting you off of her

✂️Terushima's thinking that's my girl, but then he's like oh shit, I have to stop this LMFAO

✂️He's quickly pulls you off of her, having a surprisingly hard time doing so

✂️"You chose the wrong one, bitch. Show your face here again and see what happens." She's quick to leave, and when you finally calm down, you realized that you just beat up someone in public, and Terushima almost loses his job 💀

🇦🇷You both stop when you hear someone call his name, both of you turning your attention towards the voice

🇦🇷You were walking out the gym hand-in-hand with your boyfriend going somewhere to celebrate after another win

🇦🇷When you walk out of the gym, the crowd has pretty much disappear due to Oikawa having a ton of interviews

🇦🇷He wraps his arm around you as you both laugh at an inside joke that you both had before he plants a kiss to your forehead

🇦🇷There's a small group of women with flags and wearing your boyfriend's jersey and he gives them a polite smile

🇦🇷This is nothing new for either of you, both of you already knowing what they want

🇦🇷He asks if they want a picture, already knowing the answer, and you easily take the pictures, this routine like clockwork to you

🇦🇷They giggle happily as you hand the phone back to one of them, and they all thank him before one of them speaks up

🇦🇷"Uh, this might sound weird, but are you seeing anyone?" You blink dumbly at her, like they didn't just see the two of you together

🇦🇷Oikawa has the same look on his face as he walks back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist before kissing your temple as he gives them a duh look, silently answering her question

🇦🇷"Are you sure?" another asks, and both you and Oikawa frown at the same time, as you feel yourself scoff

🇦🇷"More than anything in the world," he responds confidently

🇦🇷This isn't the first time fangirls have tried to come between your relationship, and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again

🇦🇷They all give each other questionable looks as you roll your eyes

🇦🇷"Is there a problem?" The tone in your voice surprises him, this being the first time he's heard aggression towards someone

🇦🇷"No, of course not," one answers sarcastically before reaching over and tugging your boyfriend over to them, the force so hard that he almost falls over. "We just think he would look better, happier with one of us."

🇦🇷You chuckle as you shake your head, and you reach over to take your hand off of your boyfriend, but she grabs at your wrist

🇦🇷Your reflexes are quick to kick in, and you yank both yours and Oikawa's wrist out of her grip before punching her in the face, probably harder than you needed to, but you were fucking pissed

🇦🇷Another girl tries to lunge for you, but you buck at her, making her quickly recoil. "You trynna get hit too?"

🇦🇷Oikawa's more than surprised, but he quickly puts his hand in yours before pulling you away from them with a proud smirk on his face

😷He sighs heavily as he turns to see a couple of women walking towards the both of you, his shoulders slumping slightly

😷Sakusa's never been a big fan of groups of people coming up to him after games, his number one priority getting home and relaxing after his game

😷You understand this pretty well, always helping him make his way out of the gym trying to find the route with the lowest chance of coming in contact with a lot of people

😷You had just made it out the doors, and Sakusa's about to take a breath of relief when he hears someone yelling his name

😷He's not really used to having "fangirls" a term that you use, and bottom line, he doesn't like it

😷They always crowd him, always trying to pry into his personal life, which is why he was so drawn to you when you first met

😷You were the complete opposite, more on the gentle, quieter side which he appreciated, liking that he could come home to you after a lot of excitement and just relax

😷"I'm sorry, but Sakusa doesn't really do pictures," you speak up, another reason why he really appreciates you, showing you by giving your hand a soft squeeze

😷But to his dismay, they don't back down, they actually turn pretty hostile pretty quickly

😷"Oh, relax, it's just one picture," she argues, and you give her a small smile

😷"I know, but seriously, he doesn't really care for them," you try again, and they both scoff

😷"What are you? His babysitter?" You raise your eyebrows at them as you turn your body towards them

😷"I'm his girlfriend. And I'm telling you that he doesn't want a picture."

😷"Well, you seem like a piece of shit girlfriend." You run your tongue over your teeth as you nod your head, and she actually has the audacity to try and reach for you

😷Before Sakusa can stop her, you dodge her hand before clocking her in the face, she hunches over in pain

😷The other girl tries to do the same, but you repeat your actions, putting her in the same position as her friend

😷"You got some audacity you dumb bitch, the fuck?"

😷To say the least, Sakusa is floored, your actions he least expected to come from you

😷"Hope you enjoy your broken nose. I'm gonna enjoy my boyfriend fucking his piece of shit girlfriend into next week."

😷Sakusa chokes as you pull him away, his face heating up at your words

😷"Did you really have to end with that?"

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years

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Your lan Quiren defending Jiang cheng fics, ARE THE BEST. I DIDN'T KNOW I NEEDED THEM TILL I READ THEM. THEY ARE FANTASTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THEM!! If it were up to me I would read 30 different stories about Lan Quiren being the real father figure JC rightfully deserves. Pleasw please could you continue with the moder!AU, in which LQ offers his house in case JC ever needs it? I just need a continuation based on JC going to LQ home and having some hurt/comfort.

Thank yoouuu

Anon: Please please can we have a continuation for that moder Au fix with JC and Lan Quiren?? My heart exploded from all the love. I just want good things for Jiang Cheng. 💚💚.

Anon: With JC day 7 all I can think about is the next family meal when LX and LW come over just to find Jiang Cheng setting the table

JC Love Month 2020 Day 17

Loneliness and Thoughtfulness

It seems like this idea was really popular, since three people asked for a continuation of this, so have at it ;) Day 17 of JC Love Month brings more found family with Lan Qiren, who continues to drag Jiang Cheng into his own home, and this time even his nephews get in on this as well. It follows JC Love Month 2020 Day 7.

Jiang Cheng is not at all surprised when Wei Wuxian bounds up to him during one of their breaks.

“Listen, Jiang Cheng,” he starts and Jiang Cheng is rolling his eyes at him before he even goes on.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re not coming home tonight,” he says and he tries to hide just how much that hurts.

Ever since the last fight Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian got into, Wei Wuxian has unofficially moved in with Lan Wangji and his brother. He only comes home sporadically to get some of his shit, but he never actually brings it back home again, and Jiang knows that it’s only a matter of time until he announces officially that he’s moving.

Jiang Cheng is not looking forward to that day.

Jiang Yanli has moved in with Jin Zixuan much more officially and she even cleared out her old room. She barely drops by anymore, not that Jiang Cheng can blame her much, and instead opts to invite Wei Wuxian and him to her new home.

She hasn’t invited Jiang Cheng in almost a week and he tries to not let that get to him.

But when he’s sitting in his own room, the whole house quiet and empty, because his siblings moved on and his parents simply don’t care enough to come home, it’s hard to pretend that everything is alright.

Jiang Cheng has only seen his parents once since he got the cast on his wrist and he’s not entirely sure they didn’t just buy a new house and simply forgot to mention it to Jiang Cheng.

He wouldn’t put it past them.

“You’re right!” Wei Wuxian excitedly says and brings their shoulder’s together. “Will you be okay?” he then asks, much more subdued and he lightly taps the cast still on Jiang Cheng’s wrist.

“Of course I will be,” Jiang Cheng scoffs, even though he’s not sure about that.

Cooking with one hand is damn hard and for the past few weeks when he’s been alone at home—which he is more often than not—he opted to eat take-out or prepared dishes.

It’s not the healthiest lifestyle to have, Jiang Cheng knows that, but the loneliness is getting to him and he can’t get himself up to cook anything, less alone do it with only one hand.

“Good,” Wei Wuxian says, clearly not picking up on Jiang Cheng’s lie and then his gaze strays over to Lan Wangji.

“Go over there already,” Jiang Cheng huffs out, already annoyed with the love sick gazes they throw each other even though there are only a few tables between them.

“If you say so,” Wei Wuxian beams as if he needed Jiang Cheng’s permission to leave his side and then he’s already gone again.

Jiang Cheng stares down at the food in front of him and it feels like the key in his pocket is burning a hole into the fabric.

He knows he could go over to Lan Qiren’s place, but Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to do it too often. He’s scared Lan Qiren will get fed up with him rather quickly if he shows up there every other day, and so Jiang Cheng has tried to limit himself to only go there once or twice a week.

It’s not nearly as often as he wants to go there but he figures it’s better than nothing.

With how today is going, he might have to make use of the key again, because for the first time this week his parents were home during breakfast and while his father didn’t spare him a glance, his mother berated him about how long it’s already been with the cast and she made an appointment to get it taken off.

Jiang Cheng is pretty sure the doctor in the hospital told him it would take six weeks, and it’s barely been four, but he didn’t dare to argue with his mother.

And now Wei Wuxian isn’t coming home either, and Jiang Cheng can think of nothing worse than to go back there; either to an empty house or to see his parents, so really, that only leaves him one choice.

“Dinner is at six,” Lan Qiren suddenly says from behind Jiang Cheng and he wonders where he materialized from. “I expect you at four, so you can help me prepare it.”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says through the lump in his throat because he has seen Lan Qiren cook before.

He doesn’t need any help; doesn’t even accept it because he prefers to do it on his own, so clearly, this is only for Jiang Cheng’s benefit.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t make a detour home after class, because a few of his own things have migrated to Lan Qiren’s places as well; mostly stuff he needs to sleep in case he ever stays over again so Jiang Cheng doesn’t need to pick anything else up.

When he gets to Lan Qiren’s house, it’s still dark, so Jiang Cheng uses the key to let himself in. Once inside he sees light from Lan Qiren’s study and Jiang Cheng has to take yet again a moment to himself.

Lan Qiren deliberately let him use the key again, so that Jiang Cheng can see that it’s still working, that Lan Qiren didn’t change the locks or anything else completely ridiculous that Jiang Cheng can’t stop fretting about and Jiang Cheng presses his eyes closed for a second.

Jiang Cheng almost opens his mouth to yell “I’m home” but in the last second he bites his lips.

He shouldn’t take liberties, he shouldn’t assume. It’s not a home; it’s shelter at best.

“Ah, you’re home,” Lan Qiren says just at that moment, completely wiping Jiang Cheng’s mind blank but Lan Qiren doesn’t seem to notice.

“Keep me company in the kitchen,” he says and Jiang Cheng nods before he trails after Lan Qiren.

“I can help,” Jiang Cheng offers, despite knowing how this will go and Lan Qiren sends him a very pointed look that tells Jiang Cheng to shup up, sit down and do his homework.

Jiang Cheng does exactly that.

Lan Qiren is an efficient man in the kitchen and it’s not long before everything is ready; he’s certainly done faster than Jiang Cheng is with his homework.

“Do you have a problem?” Lan Qiren asks when he turns around and sees Jiang Cheng frowning down at his book and Jiang Cheng flushes.

He shouldn’t need help with this; they covered it in class, Jiang Cheng remembers it, so he should be able to figure it out for himself.

“Let me see,” Lan Qiren demands and comes around to look over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder.

“It’s this problem,” Jiang Cheng whispers and points at the passage that trips him up.

Lan Qiren reads it over and then he turns a few pages back, pointing at an entirely different passage. Jiang Cheng reads it over and finds that it’s exactly what he needs to solve the problem he’s working on.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Cheng whispers, expecting to be scolded like his mother used to do when she was still overseeing his homework, but Lan Qiren only shakes his head.

“Homework is there to learn, there’s no need to be sorry for not immediately understanding a concept,” he gives back and Jiang Cheng can only stare at him.

No one ever actually told him that it’s okay to not get things on the first try and Jiang Cheng ducks his head.

“Thank you,” he whispers and that seems to please Lan Qiren much more.

“Finish up here, and then set the table,” he says, squeezing Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, who nods. “We’ll be four people tonight.”

“Four?” Jiang Cheng blurts out and he goes cold.

“My nephews will come over for dinner today,” Lan Qiren says as if nothing is wrong with that and Jiang Cheng scrambles to get his things together.

“I’ll get out of your way, I’m sorry for intruding today,” Jiang Cheng rushes out, his heart heavy in his chest and he only stops his frantic movements when he realizes that Lan Qiren is staring at him.

“What are you doing?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng looks down at his book, so he doesn’t have to meet his eyes.

“Getting out of your way,” he lowly says. “Leaving you to your family dinner.”

“Four people, Wanyin,” Lan Qiren reiterates and Jiang Cheng briefly wonders if Wei Wuxian is allowed to come.

He and Lan Wangji are certainly at the boyfriend meets parents stage of their relationship.

“And I don’t mean Wei Wuxian,” Lan Qiren then says and Jiang Cheng’s head snaps up.

“I can stay?” he unsurely asks, because surely Lan Qiren would want to be alone with his nephews but when Lan Qiren nods he sinks down on his chair again.

“Oh, okay,” Jiang Cheng whispers.

“Family dinner is for those I want to have around,” Lan Qiren says, and now he’s not quite meeting his eyes anymore. “And that includes you.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes immediately start to burn and he’s so tired of always bursting into tears when someone is nice to him, but he can’t help himself.

He didn’t have a chance to build up a tolerance for it yet even though Lan Qiren is very relentless in trying to rectify that.

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says once he’s sure that his voice will hold and he turns back around to his homework.

He’ll get it done and then he’ll set the table, just like Lan Qiren asked of him.

~*~*~

When the doorbell rings, Jiang Cheng flinches. He thought Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen would have a key but maybe it’s just common curtesy for them to announce their arrival differently.

“You have a key, so you will use it,” Lan Qiren tells him before he marches off and Jiang Cheng sits back down again.

There are low murmurs and then Lan Qiren leads his nephews into the room. They both freeze when they see Jiang Cheng at the table.

“I wasn’t aware we’d have company this evening,” Lan Xichen mildly says though he gives Jiang Cheng a small smile.

When Lan Wangji only stares at him, he sinks further into his chair.

“Wanyin will attend family dinners from now on,” Lan Qiren decides and Jiang Cheng’s eyes get big.

He had thought this would be a one-time thing.

“Alright,” Lan Xichen says easily and then goes off to help his uncle carry the dishes over to the table, something Jiang Cheng can’t do yet, because of the cast on his hand.

“Wei Ying said you went home,” Lan Wangji says after he sat down, a small frown on his face and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“I didn’t,” Jiang Cheng gives back and when Lan Wangji only glares at him, he looks down at the table.

He really does feel like an intruder.

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen chides his brother when they get back from the kitchen and even Lan Qiren seems displeased by Lan Wangji’s icy glare.

“Don’t mind him,” Lan Xichen says to Jiang Cheng sitting down next to him. “He doesn’t do well with changes, especially unannounced ones.”

“I see,” Jiang Cheng whispers even though he doesn’t.

He steals a glance at Lan Xichen, because it feels safer than to look at Lan Wangji again, and he startles when he finds Lan Xichen already looking at him.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know Lan Xichen well at all, because he is already attending university and has been ever since Wei Wuxian took an interest in Lan Wangji which really was the start of all of this, Jiang Cheng thinks.

Jiang Cheng is curious to know what exactly Lan Xichen is studying, but he can’t bring himself to ask before they start with dinner, and Jiang Cheng knows enough by now to keep his mouth shut while they are eating.

Lan Qiren’s reprimand the first time had been almost gentle, but Jiang Cheng is still very careful to never forget it again.

Once they are done, Lan Qiren asks Lan Wangji to go with him to his study, leaving only Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng behind.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t dare to think that Lan Qiren wants to speak to Lan Wangji because of how he treated Jiang Cheng this evening, but he fails to see how else he could interpret Lan Qiren’s many glares at Lan Wangji during dinner.

“Join me in the kitchen?” Lan Xichen asks as he gathers up all the dishes and Jiang Cheng nods, before he reaches out to take his own bowl.

“Give that to me,” Lan Xichen says before Jiang Cheng can pick it up and then Lan Xichen looks at his cast. “How is your wrist?”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng says and then winces. “It doesn’t hurt at all anymore, it’s mostly annoying,” he admits and gets a smaller smile for it, though this one seems more real than the others.

“Will it come off soon?” Lan Xichen wants to know as he gets started on cleaning the dishes and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“I have an appointment with a doctor on Friday,” he says, still hearing his mother say how he better not miss it and Lan Xichen stops.

“It’s only been four weeks, though, right?” he questions and Jiang Cheng presses his lips together. “A broken bone needs longer than that. You shouldn’t rush it,” Lan Xichen advises him and Jiang Cheng almost lets out a bitter huff.

How is he supposed to take the time to heal properly when his mother will only take it as one more weakness from him.

“Uncle said you’re going to attend family dinner from now on?” Lan Xichen eventually says when it becomes clear that Jiang Cheng doesn’t have a reply for him.

“It seems like it,” Jiang Cheng says, still unsure about it, because he cannot believe that Lan Qiren would want him to come back again.

“It’s good,” Lan Xichen says and then he turns around towards Jiang Cheng, instantly putting him on edge.

“Uncle mentioned that you have a key, but barely use it,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng grimaces at that.

“Jiang Wanyin, if he gave you that key he wants you to use it,” Lan Xichen gently says and Jiang Cheng shrugs, because Lan Qiren said the same, but it’s still hard for Jiang Cheng to trust it.

“Uncle has been lonely since Wangji and I moved out,” Lan Xichen says almost out of the blue. “He would never admit to it, but it’s true. He misses coming home to someone. Wangji or I were usually home before him and one of us would cook. Uncle misses that the most, I think. A homecooked meal by someone who cares about him.”

“I—” Jiang Cheng starts and then doesn’t know how to go on, because it feels presumptuous to offer to cook for Lan Qiren when he doesn’t know if Lan Qiren would even want him to.

“I could show you his favourite dishes,” Lan Xichen offers and Jiang Cheng finds himself nodding before he can give it a conscious thought.

“Uncle likes his food light and without many spices,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng scoffs, because yeah, that he noticed already.

“He keeps some spices and chili sauce for you here, did you know?” Lan Xichen asks and before Jiang Cheng can call him out on his lie, Lan Xichen opens a cupboard and true to his words the spices and chili sauce are all there.

The thoughtfulness is enough to bring Jiang Cheng to tears again and he only feels slightly ashamed when Lan Xichen steps close and puts a hand to his shoulder.

“Uncle wants you here,” Lan Xichen says. “He’s not doing it out of pity, if that is what you think. He has always spoken very highly of you and he was worried long before he learned about your situation at home,” Lan Xichen says and Jiang Cheng burns with the knowledge that even Lan Xichen knows that his family home is shit.

“He didn’t go into details, but it’s clear that he wants to take care of you. He’s not good at saying it, he and Wangji are much alike in that, but he means it. So please come home more often,” Lan Xichen softly finishes and Jiang Cheng tries to hide his face when a few tears roll down his cheeks.

“I’ll try,” he chokes out and Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren choose that moment to come into the kitchen.

“Xichen,” Lan Qiren exclaims and is at Jiang Cheng’s side a moment later. “Do not be rude,” Lan Qiren chides him but before Lan Xichen can say something Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“He wasn’t. I’m fine,” he says, even though it’s clear to everyone in the kitchen that he’s not.

Lan Qiren still hovers at his side and Jiang Cheng almost thinks that funny, but then Lan Wangji clears his throat.

“See you next week, Jiang Wanyin,” he awkwardly says and it’s as much of a peace offering as Jiang Cheng will get from him so he simply nods at him.

“See you next week. Do not say hi to my brother for me,” Jiang Cheng says, because he’s not quite ready to have Wei Wuxian ask questions about it, and Lan Wangji seems to understand because he nods.

“Well, until next week then, uncle, Jiang Wanyin, have a pleasant evening,” Lan Xichen also says and pushes Lan Wangji out of the room before anyone else can say something.

“Family dinners are weekly,” Lan Qiren explains, yet again not quite looking at Jiang Cheng. “Plus a monthly brunch on the last Sunday in the month.”

It’s not quite an invitation, but by now Jiang Cheng dares to presume that it actually is an invitation and so he nods.

“I will be there,” he reassures Lan Qiren who strokes his beard.

“See to it that you are,” he says and then makes his way into the living-room.

Jiang Cheng remains in the kitchen until he feels at least a little bit composed again and then he joins Lan Qiren, who is practicing on his guqin.

Jiang Cheng has found that it’s excellent background noise to do some reading for class, so he settles down on the couch with his book and an approving look from Lan Qiren.

It does feel a little bit like home.

Next part!

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esther-dot · 3 years

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"There’s a propensity in the fandom to look at a character who mistreats Sansa and rather than acknowledge how they use/abuse her, ship her with them as a way of absolving their fav of wrongdoing." You do realise this is precisely what Cersei fans do too? Not shipping her with Sansa, but all the nonsense about how she tried to help Sansa in her own way, how she only hated Sansa because she "saw herself" in Sansa, she was just trying her best to teach Sansa, she must have been exactly like Sansa when she was younger. It's all just an attempt to put a rose-coloured tint on that relationship, diminish Cersei's culpability, and glorify Sansa's relationship with another one of her abusers. I don't disagree about the other ships you mentioned, but it's interesting to see these accusations being made so often by a corner of the fandom that doesn't even realise they do the exact same thing with Sansa and Cersei's relationship all the time.

I fully expected that post to earn me an angry anon, but I did not see the "but you don’t hate Cersei!!!" angle coming. 😆

I am not responsible for the words that every Cersei fan writes, I’m not even aware of them because I’m only active in the Sansa fandom/Jonsa circles, and I hardly even write about Cersei myself, so I’m perplexed that you feel like this is something pertinent to me. As far as I can remember, I haven't said Cersei was like Sansa because I've been pretty vocal about the fact that I think Sansa is incredibly innocent/good. I'm one of those people who don't think she mistreated Jon or bullied Ary@ because that's ooc. I can't remember if someone said it or I just thought that Cersei drawing herself flying on a dragon with Rhaegar, believed she would marry him, only to be heartbroken reminded me of Sansa. I'd agree with that because come on, it does sound like something Sansa would have done. However, Sansa is a deeply compassionate, kind person, and while I thought show Cersei was very entertaining, I never made the mistake of thinking she was like Sansa, even as a child because of the whole...ya know, murder thing. 😬

As for the "she tried to help Sansa in her own way" issue, well, I think show Cersei did believe that loving your children and your children alone was good advice. I think that was coming from her own experience. Cersei couldn’t love Robert (who was abusive), but she does love her children. She left out the whole twincest detail though 😆 It isn’t pretending she isn’t a villain to say that was what she thought. Cersei did believe in ruling by fear. Are you saying she didn't? In her mind, Cersei offered Sansa guidance. As wacky as it is, Cersei did think she was betrayed by Sansa. That reminds me of how Tyrion took her as a child bride, knowing the plan was to use her to take Winterfell/the North from her family, that his family murdered hers, and he still resented her for not loving him. These characters aren’t well. What they think makes no damn sense outside their POV, but it is their POV. As a result, there’s this…intimacy in Cersei's hatred for Sansa because she sees herself as having tried to mentor Sansa even though we know it was craptastic advice. I'd argue that's what the author wanted us to understand, just as all the Stark kids have mentors who give them advice they must reject.

I don't think it's glorifying the relationship to acknowledge that Sansa had regard for Cersei that she never had for Tyrion, and that Cersei’s betrayal was particularly cruel, personally significant to her. That experience was a formative (“never will I be like that evil bitch") one. I’ve said before, to me, the Sansa and Cersei relationship is far more interesting because Sansa never allowed Tyrion to get close to her, but she did trust Cersei initially. I talked about this a bit here. Cersei’s treatment of Sansa hurts me more because she let Cersei in. To me, that makes their relationship more interesting than the pedoships. I don't think that's viewing it through rose-colored glasses, and just because I enjoy Cersei as a villain in a way I can't the pedos (because I don’t like reading about sexual harassment), doesn't mean I've forgotten she's a villain or am acting like she isn’t culpable.

I don't see how there being...(counts on my fingers) six of us who love Sansa and enjoy Cersei as a villain/prefer her out of all Sansa’s antagonists is such a hot button issue for you when the norm for the ASOIAF fandom is people who argue that a 13yo is having fantasies about her sexual assault and think that there’s nothing wrong with believing Sansa needs to fall in love with her molester to prove she’s not a worthless person. (I’m stating that more crudely than they do, but that’s the truth of that stance). And when I say “norm” I mean, that ship was, maybe still is, accepted by the majority of the fandom. The most popular ASOIAF tumblrs support it/ship it, or at a minimum, never condemn it. Pedoship content is in the Sansa tag every day (I have them filtered, but I still see the tag for the blocked post), and yet, I seriously do not remember reading any posts about how Cersei was a good mentor to Sansa or how a good ending for Sansa would be for her to end up living under Cersei’s thumb. If we were saying those things, then there might be some comparison, but I doubt anyone has ever even suggested that Sansa needs to accept Cersei’s treatment or forgive her to prove that she’s a good person. Whatever we do or say about Cersei and her interaction with Sansa is in the context of a fandom who does all of the above while wishing that Cersei’s twin/lover/father of her children strangles her to death because she, none of the other villains, she is evil. So, remember the environment in which Cersei fans are writing. Think about what they’re pushing back against and take that into consideration when reading their takes.

Obviously, S@nsaery and D@ensa are far less objectionable than the pedoships, but again, their content is everywhere while I do not see the content about Cersei you’re claiming is commonplace. This is why I question if this is a real norm that you're picking up on, or whether it's something you saw once or twice and are now trying to hold us all responsible for? Are you sure you didn’t see a joke post and overreact? Tone can be difficult to read in text, but even Cersei’s most hardcore fans know she’s evil. It’s kinda why we like her. The same can’t be said for fans of other villains, so again, I am skeptical about your attempt to act like what we’re doing is equivalent to stuff going on in other parts of the fandom. Most of them deny that their favs wronged Sansa, while we know Cersei did. Have you seen posts saying otherwise? Because, explaining the why of a character’s action isn’t saying what they did is right. Are you possibly confusing the two?

Also, I don’t see people I follow talking about D@ensa or S@nsaery much. I can’t remember ever seeing someone say what I did before, and I’m pretty certain that was the first time I ever wrote about them, so it isn't the case that I'm bitching about those ships “often.” I did it once, and even if I did dedicate my blog to hating on one of those ships 24/7, I’m allowed to express my shipping preferences without having to throw in, “btw, Cersei is still evil y’all” as if that has anything to do with what I’m talking about. It’s totally irrelevant because I never said, “let’s pretend that Sansa would be happy to maintain a relationship with Cersei.” That simply isn’t a thing I say. Now, even though I reject your accusations as baseless, I agree with you in a way. Show D@ensa and S@nsaery do have a lot in common with the Sansa and Cersei dynamic because they both tried to play Sansa/use her naïveté against her, which is the same thing Cersei did. This is why I don't want them with her because they aren’t good to her. They’re all bad for Sansa, they all wronged her.

All the same, just because I know Cersei's a villain, just because I know what she did to Sansa doesn't mean I can't have sympathy for what Cersei endured, talk about her as more than her most heinous acts, and see how the experience of being a woman in that fucked up world allows for these two very different characters to have some shared experiences. No one thinks it's weird for fans to love and humanize every other villain (and I do mean all the other villains), so I don’t see why Cersei can’t benefit from some sympathetic reading too. I care about what Cersei has suffered, even if she is a baddie. She is still part of the critique of their society even if she’s evil. And, it’s kinda a thing that Martin loves parallels/foils and creates them with loads of characters, including Sansa and Cersei. That’s a standard part of fandom discussions which means, it makes sense for us to talk about those? Because Sansa will not be making the same decisions Cersei did and will not have the same fate? That kind of analysis is fun, the basis of a lot of spec, so unless you’re seeing a lot of stuff I’m not, I feel like you’ve misinterpreted what we’ve said/our purpose.

If you would like to DM the specific post(s) you’re reacting to so that we can have a common framework in which to discuss this, feel free, but as of now, no, I do not “realize this is precisely what Cersei fans do” because I don’t. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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chit-a-to · 2 years

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All of this bullshit with Yashahime/s-ssr-n stans is just reminding me of the typical "bad/creepo" anime fan. They're in favor of whitewashing. They're in favor of lolis and shotas that are "actually way older than a minor so it's not creepy or disgusting". They're in favor of gr*oming/p*dophilic relationships. They're in favor of misogynistic writing of female characters. Hell, they're probably in favor of panty shots of women and girl characters. Etc.

Like, I've only recently got into anime and interacting with anime fans. I know damn well that there's normal ones (I'm sending this ask to a normal fan rn). But lord have I heard of the gross anime fans with a million red flags. I didn't expect to come across a loud ass group of them in something related to Inuyasha.

And I may have the wrong idea on what gaslighting is but I'm pretty sure that in addition to all the nonsense from YH/SR stans, they also love to gaslight.

Like, they really try to tell people that they're the problem for having an issue with anything I mentioned in the first paragraph. Colorism, lolis, shotas, etc. are actually the best and only someone that's actually racist, sexist, etc. would dare say otherwise.

It's sad actually. And disturbing.

(((I'm sending this ask to a normal fan rn)))

aaaawwww tysm nonny 🥺🥺🥺

I honestly don't know what your standard for being a normal anime fan is bcs I don't really consider myself as one seeing how hyperfixated I am with inukag to the point that I always see cute couple things and my mind immediately went "OH INUKAG" 😂😂😂 but thank you anyway 🥺🥺🥰🥰

I'm sorry anon that your early experience of interacting with anime fans are tainted with those wack ass people 😔 none of these problems will arise if Sunrise didn't choose to aboard their wattpad ship. They have been here and ship child rin with adult sesshomaru since forever. Because it was a fanon, no one really bats an eye. But then BHAM out of the 100 possibilities, Sunrise took a glance at a sessrin fanfiction and said "this one looks neat. imma made an anime out of it!"

So you can imagine how elated they are when their pedophilic ship was getting an "official" show on their own. They have been waiting for this for a decade, that's why everyone and everything that come in their way must be obliterated.

It doesn’t matter whether the stuffs given by the company whom officiated their ship are seen as low quality (*cough* bad animation *cough*), morally wrong, problematic, or deemed unacceptable to all normal some people. They have pledged their loyalty and sworn to always praise and protect everything that was thrown at them. Perhaps they have also done a blood ritual to seal the deal, who knows? 😌

"And I may have the wrong idea on what gaslighting is but I'm pretty sure that in addition to all the nonsense from YH/SR stans, they also love to gaslight......Like, they really try to tell people that they're the problem for having an issue with anything I mentioned in the first paragraph."

Bloody hell…. I didn’t even realize until you pointed it out, anon! For a second, during the whole Shiori’s debacle last week, after reading their arguments about how we’re racist/colorist if we don’t like Shiori’s light skin even if we are a POC ourselves, it got me thinking “Is it true? Am I in the wrong here? Am I actually being colorist for disliking her lighter skin? Can’t I accept her just like how she is (portrayed)?”. So, if you think that what they did is considered as gaslighting, then yeah their strategy kinda worked. But then I remembered that it’s all Sunrise’s work. I don’t have a faith in them anymore because they even butchered Inuyasha’s character in his OG series. So, no, I decided that I wouldn’t let even one word of theirs to affect me.

The whole loli, shota, racism, colorism, sexism, right to the xeno-, religio, and gay &/ trans- phobia is a tough nut to crack because it’s us, the offended-slash-affected consumers, vs the animation/movie studio and their loyal-to-death fans. What makes it hard is that we can always find people whom being the main target in the pro team. For example, in Shiori’s case discourse it’s not simply white vs POC but it was POC & white vs another POC & white people. Another example, in the campaign against lolicon and shotacon, there are always groomed teenagers (along with their adult groomers) that defend those things. So, it’s hard because we’re being face-to-face with the kind of people that we wish to help :(

So, yeah, it is sad and disturbing 🙂

#ask #anon #anti yashahime #anti sessrin #anti lolicon #anti shotacon #anti racism #anti colorism #anti proship

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uno-writing · 2 years

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@queer-verse ‘s ask, it just has a lot of specifics for ep 247 so I wanted to put it under the cut :D🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋

!!!!!MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW!!!!! !!!!!READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!

*spoilers for 247 lol*

- " those three are never up to any good" ADCYHFUKGTY DO YALL REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS. NO DO U UNDERSTAND THE IMPLICATIONS

- Wellston has seen them together other than the staircase scene,,,, (p sure those three specifically weren't together in season 1 or 2) their dynamic is established common knowledge among the student body??? I refuse to believe there aren't already jokes abt it.

- this is the first sass squad ep. We got sass squad. Ik it was implied heavily in the art uru released during the hiatus and it's been built all thru season 3 but we Got It, it's Canon

- sera was not as mad as I thought she would be lol

- John and sera mother-henning over eachother while Arlo third wheels? Uru is a gift that keeps giving

- lol arlos sigh and him chilling in the bg he's so done w their back and forth

- on a serious note they care sm abt each other 🥺 sera wants what's better for john no matter what it costs her and vice versa.

- God I hope that dream from 245 wasn't foreshadowing

- honestly ik that someone's ability getting affected is the Chekhov's gun for this arc but I don't want anything to happen to any of my bbys

- I hate Terrence. Fite me I remember him smirking in an ep he doesn't feel bad for what he's doing at all

- poor remi needs a fuckin break

- Arlo called him and sera "we"

- "but I don't want his number" "I don't want yours either" damn they're really dragging out this rivalry thing huh there's gonna come a point where to their individual horror they don't mind eachother's company ~le gasp~ and the bickering is going to get worse b4 it gets better

- Arlo and John have Canonically exchanged numbers

- pfffffft John getting stuck w babysitting Blyke, r we Gon see that Blyke John wholesomeness? (I want to go in depth abt blykes issues but I'm too tired rn)

- seriously tho, y didn't they assign John Terrence? John can track Terrence even when he turns invisible, surely that makes the most sense. Guess they'll use that another time.

- John is the only only one who canonically swears. Love it. One of the reasons I love him. It's so funny too bc we would've been shocked to see him swear in the beginning of the comic.

- there's also been one (1) canon flirt between the main cast

- hey remember the fandom calling him asslo? Remember when remi called him asslo and that was the first time we got to his close they are? Remember him hugging remi fybdyjfrukbc

- (uru said spoilers when asked abt romance between the main cast so at least we can expect that. Can't wait to see real flirting)

- THE TEXTING ASDFGHJKL

- OFC JOHNS TYPING IS ATROCIOUS AND ARLO IS A GRAMMAR NAZI WE ALREADY KNEW THAT

- BUT THAT SCENE IS STILL SO GIVING,,, " GET A MAP"

- sera's outfit is also gorge. I think we've seen her wear it before somewhere but it hits different in this episode.

- also the way John's blue shirt flairs out at the waist like a fucking tutu is sending me

- doesn't matter what he's doing, that thing is at a forty five degree angle from his body

- ooh also John w his his hand in his pocket isnt something I knew I needed?

- and that last panel? If I was Terrence, I would be running far away as fast as possible.

- another super long episode, appreciation for uru and her team

- there's like five people total who like your posts and I'm tempted to tag them u guys the anons aren't fooling no one

- Boba anon 🧋

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*Flippin Elaine has had to deal with their bs like 3 times before now

*Tbh, I think I’d hate having a strongish healing ability at Wellston

*I don’t wanna get pulling into all the bs lol

*Yeah, Sera didn’t really react to it lol

*I thought she’d be pissed

*But she was just mildly perturbed

*Arlo’s reactions while Sera and John were arguing k i l l e d me

*I think something’s gonna happen with it bc it showed up in 2 different frames all by itself

*It was so funny

*I think another Chekov’s gun is the Ferris Wheel

*I don’t think Terrance feels bad bc this is what he believes is right

*Like it seems like he’s a bit of an extremist for SPECTRE so I think he just believes that taking people’s abilities and putting others in danger is what’s necessary

*Poor poor Remi

*Like seriously

*She just wants this trip to go smoothly

*Arlo and John are like toddlers around each other

*People’s lives could be in danger and the two of you are arguing about swapping numbers

*And Blyke will probs be around Remi the majority of the time

*Why did they not assign John to Terrance???

*Like it makes more sense for Sera to hang around Blyke bc they’re kinda friends

*Plus, like you said, John can see when Terrance goes invisible

*Like I guess Sera sees Terrance as the biggest threat so she wants to take him

*But still, I think it’d be smarter to put John on Terrance

*Like we’ve seen him text Sera and it’s not that bad

*At least we should get some John and Blyke interactions!!

*John wasn’t even trying texting

*So John was probs doing in on purpose to mess with Arlo lol

*It flares out bc his plot armor is so poofy lol

*I think Terrance was also smirking bc he knows how badly it pisses Sera off and it makes him feel powerful

*Like he can make her feel angry and scared for her loved ones and can’t do crap to him while she still wants her ability

*And lol

*I’ve got a lot of lurkers on my blog too that don’t interact other than sending in anon asks (which is fine, obviously. Im just glad peeps enjoy my stuff 😅)

*But yeah, the people that actually do like or reblog are the same for almost every post

*Like I think I’ve got about 7 or 8 regular anons (including you lol) that send asks in at least every other day

*Just bc their asks are similar in the way they phrase things or type

*Every now and then it’ll branch out a bit lol

#unordinary #berriwords #bobaanon

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