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woniefull · 2 months

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we can't be friends

hi guys!! this is my very first piece of writing! constructive criticism is always welcomed. please don't mind any grammatical/spelling errors. i wrote this at 2 in the morning and just wanted to do something fun. i still have a lot of room for improvement but i hope you guys enjoy!

warning: little angsty

song: we can't be friends (wait for your love) - ariana grande

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he was the sweetest boy to you when you had first met. his puppy eyes, gorgeous smile, and brown fluffy hair were what drew you in. his flirty words towards you, and only you, had you captivated in a heartbeat.

that’s why you couldn’t believe what was unfolding in front of you right now.

“oh god please don’t start.” jake groaned as you stared at him with angry eyes. or was it hurt? he couldn’t tell.

“i’m not starting anything! if anything you are! why are you still talking to your ex after the countless times she’s crossed the boundaries in our relationship? i’ve told you how i feel about her!" your voice croaked and you felt helpless.

you had always tried your best to not be that jealous girlfriend everyone hates. but how could you? jake was attractive and every girl tried to get at him. it didn’t help that he was oblivious to the advances the women around him would give. that’s why you would get angry, but never at him.

“how many times do i have to tell you that she came up to me? i was just being polite by having a conversation with her”.

jake was sitting on the couch now. his hands covering his face, unaware of the tears forming in your eyes.

it always came down to this. you voicing your problem with jake entertaining other girls and him trying to reassure you.

trying.

you both were growing tired of the constant arguing.

“jake she was pushing herself all up on you and you just stood there! can you imagine how that made me feel? watching my boyfriend have another girl's hands all over him as if she were the girlfriend?” you were hurt. it hurt. all of this hurt. you knew this wasn’t your boyfriend’s fault. he had always been a gentleman, one of the many qualities you loved about him. but his next words made you second-guess yourself.

“that’s just her character, doll. she’s always been like that from the moment i met her. this jealousy thing of yours really needs to stop, it’s not cute anymore”. jake almost immediately regretted his words as he saw your reaction. he knew he was wrong.

“you think i do this to be cute? am i joke to you?” you cried out.

you don’t remember when everything went wrong. you don’t remember the last time you felt secure in your relationship. maybe you weren’t ready for all of this.

“no, love i’m sorry i didn’t mean that” jake said as he quickly got up and made his way towards you.

“i’m so sorry, i just had a difficult day that’s all”. he slipped his arm around your waist and used the other to wipe your tears away.

“jake”

he looked at your eyes.

“whatever you’re about to say please don’t” jake pleaded.

“jake i just think we aren’t ready for this. for us”. you started to sob again.

“i think we need to let each other go. we need to grow and learn to understand ourselves before we can understand each other".

“please” jake said as he dipped his head into your neck.

you let him stay there for a while before you detached yourself from him. it was hard to because jake wouldn’t let go. he knew it would be a while before he held you again.

“i’m sorry jake, i really am” you said with a small smile, trying your best not to completely break down again.

“no i’m sorry, this is all my fault.”

“we both had fault in this jake, don’t blame yourself.”

you both stood there for a moment, observing each other. it was as if you guys were taking in your last moments together.

“i’m leaving now jake”. you wasted no time in collecting your things in order to head to the front door.

“thank you for everything, really. i know things didn’t end how we wanted them to but some of my best memories were with you. thank you jake”.

jake just stood there, still in disbelief at how quickly things had unraveled.

right as you were about to walk out he calls to you.

“can we still be friends?” a little hope is visible in his eyes. he hopes that you say yes so that he’s able to see you again.

“we can’t be friends”. and just like that you were gone. the only evidence of you ever being there was jake’s broken heart.

i’ll wait for your love jake thinks as he slowly walks over to the sofa and slumps down.

#fanfic #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #jake enhypen #jakefic #sim jaeyun #enha #enha fluff #enha angst #enhypen angst #enhypen jake #heeseung #jay #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #ni ki

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i4bellingham · 1 year

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hi! if you are taking requests:

could i ask for an angst of jude and the reader getting into a fight which results in the reader leaving the house? but jude gets worried about them?

thank you!!!

i also love your fics so much

I LOVE YOU, I’M SORRY : jude bellingham x reader

cw: cussing, misunderstandings, jude being an asshole in the first half but don’t worry because he redeems himself :P

i need to recover from my writer's block some more, i am not a fan of how this piece turned out 😭

You're not sure if Jude fully understands your argument, or if he does, there is a possibility that he deems it unnecessary to recognize the weight of your worries because he just do not give a single fuck about it.

Instead of trying to see from where you're coming from, he does the opposite and tries to divert the entire conversation happening in a different direction. Point-blank counters, shifting blames and the refusal to look into the bigger picture of what's happening around him becomes his defense mechanism.

Worst of it all? This has been going on for two weeks now, and he's never once acknowledged your worries let alone ease them down. And quite frankly, you're just tired of it all.

You love Jude, that's an irrefutable fact but just because you love him doesn't mean you'll continue staying with him unless something changes. Especially how he treats your current concern in the relationship.

“You’re being ridiculous. She’s part of the team, she treats everybody like that.” Here goes his usual counter attack, rapidly shrugging off your uneasiness just as fast as you've voiced them out.

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips, you know this conversation with him will end in the same way it had just like yesterday; unresolved and thrown out of the window.

“‘She treats everybody like that’? So she goes to wipe every player’s sweat off their bodies too Jude? Is that it?” You sarcastically ask. “Funny how I’ve never seen her do it once or did she do it in time when she knew I’d arrive?”

Jude looks like he's trying to hold himself from screaming at you to understand his point; a pointless argument one both of you can't win unfortunately, as he too grits his teeth and the inevitable shutting of the television off is drawn as he stands up from the couch.

“I’m done here. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He says before making his way towards the stairs.

“You never want to talk about anything if it comes to her. I don’t know why but you're awfully protective of her Jude.” Your own words bring a sting to your chest. You know you're just pushing him to his limit at this point but recalling all those times since last week that he's evaded any talk about her or your worries that she's crossing a professional line with him, you yourself is barely hanging on a thread from snapping.

Jude stops and whips his entire body to face you. There is a tight frown on his face, brows pulling in a scrunch before a scoff leaves him. He walks back on the first level of the stairs, crossed arms and frowning face.

“Are ya hearin’ yourself right now?” He incredulously asks you. “You’re soundin’ ridiculous with thisㅡ this accusations that you have-”

You stand up from sitting on the couch. “They’re not accusations Jude. Merely something that I noticed since you've refused to talk to her about setting boundaries especially in a professional setting like that.”

“It’s weird to talk about it with her considerin’ she’s not doing anything wrong-”

“Oh so invading my boyfriend’s personal space, being a complete bitch when I’m there and being awfully comfortable with touching you is not wrong!?” You cut him off, the rise and fall of your chest apparent as you spoke from your voice raising. “I’m not even asking you for something big Jude, all I want is for you to settle a boundary with her because as your girlfriend I feel disrespected by her and her actionsㅡ and you're not making me feel any better by taking her fucking side every time we talk. I’m so tired of having this conversation all the time just for my worries to remain unresolved, I’m just so fucking tired of you Jude...”

Swiping off your phone and car keys from the table, you left a stunned Jude at the bottom of the stairs as you drove off and away from your so called home. If he can't get a grip and start acting like how a boyfriend should, then you don't have anything to stay for in this relationship. Not even the love he proclaims he have for you.

ㅡ

You don’t know how long you've been sitting here. With your phone completely shut off and the silence inside the car being your only company, there was nothing else for you to do but wallow in self-pity and self-hatred.

You don't understand why it was so difficult for Jude to have the talk that you've asked him for since last week. Why he was so bothered by the idea of setting a professional boundary with one of the team’s new athletic trainers was beyond you.

He had always hit you with the same lines that she wasn't doing anything wrong, that she's part of the team and that it was awkward to have that kind of talk with her yada yada. Honest to God if you didn't have this much trust on Jude, you're near to thinking and convincing yourself that he's probably cheating, and that thought alone makes you wanna hurl the content of your stomach from tonight's dinner.

You've had countless of talks about him and setting boundaries, you've had multiple fights because of her but never once were your worries ever acknowledged by your own boyfriend. And it pains you more than anything to go through such a situation where you feel like your feelings are being invalidated in the relationship that you try so hard to understand and have patience for.

It wasn't a huge request. You didn't ask him to move the moon for you, fix the climate change or explore the entire ocean floor but to merely establish a limit and an extent to where she can act out in her comfort. But unfortunately things just doesn't work in the way you wanted them too so now you're here, sat inside your car with the heater blasting on in the outskirts of the city alone.

And you stay there for a few more hours just until the sliver of sun peek through in between the mountain ranges. You think you may have dozed off in your seat at some point during the entire night you were there but you don't dwell on the thought for too long, not when you have to drive all the way back in the city to face another dreaded day with the possibility of yet another fight happening.

You purse your lips, recalling the last time that either you or Jude went home and there was no worries for things like this. It seems almost so long ago when the both of you were reveling in each other's presence, finding comfort in one another as you do the most mundane task in existence.

It just feels so nostalgic, almost like you have completely lost whatever comfort you found in your relationship once when it's being challenged right now by factors that shouldn't even be treated as a major threat to your relationship right now. Only if Jude knows how to listen and acknowledge and you to be more patient and level-headed.

You stop by a local cafè where you and Jude used to stop by during the early mornings before, only halting the visits when he gifted you a coffeemaker for Christmas last year. You got yourself yours and Jude’s usual drinks before purchasing a few pastries and treats before you're driving back to your shared home.

You were in the process of locking your car door when the door to your house opened, and came rushing out was Jude still in his pajamas, phone in hand before he's wrapping you in his embrace.

“Where have you been? Do you know how worried I am? I’ve called your phone a million times and you weren't answering. I called your friends thinking you were there with them but they told me that you haven't gone by to visit for an entire week. I drove in the city looking for you for hours and I couldn't find youㅡ Do you know how worried sick I am? Where have you been the entire night Y/N?” He continues, reprimanding you as he guided you back inside the house with a grip over your shoulders. “Have you got your phone with you? You've got it with you haven't you? Why didn't you answer any of my calls-?”

“It was turned off the entire night Jude.”

Jude scoffs at your passive tone of voice, watching as you drop the bag of pastries over the kitchen counter along with his coffee before your walking up the stairs with an obvious sag on your shoulders.

“You could have called me and told me you were safe no? I was worried sick about you.” Jude follows you to your bedroom as you went inside the en suite bathroom to wash up. “Seriously Y/N you should've at least texted me.”

“Right. Apologies, won’t happen next time.” He hears you reply just before the door to the bathroom shut close.

Alone in your shared room, Jude becomes heavily aware of your nonchalance, the thick wall of ice separating you both. He noticed that you never once look him in the eye upon arriving home, opting to fix your gaze on the monochrome walls of the house than to look at his face entirely.

You never pushed him away from touching you, but by the slight adjustments you made while being in his hold, Jude knew he fucked up big time. He knew that he did even last night, the moment you told him that you were tired of him.

Jude isn't sure if you realized the words to leave your lips last night but nonetheless, Jude knows he deserves them. Heck he doesn't even deserve to be in the same house as you right now let alone be in the presence of your tempering patience especially with how badly he had acted for the last two weeks.

He doesn't know where you get the patience for him from but he knows he needs to change and make some adjustments. In order to keep you from walking away from his life, Jude knows he needs to change some things in himself in order to not make the same mistakes again. God knows what will happen to him if he loses you, he doesn't even want to know.

Jude waits patiently as you wash up, picking up some undergarments from your wardrobe before lining it over the bed with one of his oversized jumpers and shorts. He sits by the bed, resting his back against the wooden headboard as he waits for you to finish, fiddling with his phone as he sends a last text to someone before chucking the device on the pillows.

You leave the bathroom with a steamy smoke from your shower, pausing on the doorway to stare at the clothes all laid out for you on the bed and the (most likely) perpetrator of it who sat awkwardly on your side of the bed, mouth slightly open as he softly snored with his arms crossed over his chest.

You took the clothes he prepped for you, turning to change in the bathroom before throwing away your dirtied clothes in the hamper.

You give one last glance at Jude before gently closing the bedroom door behind you as you walk downstairs and into the kitchen. You'd rather be here just in case Jude wakes up on the bed, it would be awkward and a little difficult for you to be in the same room as him right now with no clarity or any sort of proper conversation happening in between the two of you.

You’re not by any means raising your pride up in the ceiling but you certainly are a bit hesitant at the thought of letting Jude talk to you just easy as that after the way he treated you. You'll talk to him yes but he'll have to earn the rights again after being a complete ass for more than two days.

Fetching your pastries and the remaining of your drink, you began munching on your food as you scrolled through your phone. You know you should be taking some rest and sleeping after an entire night out but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep. You think it's not exactly the time for you to sleep when you have your head filled with a magnitude of thoughts about where you'll be picking up your relationship with Jude. You yourself know you'll get zero to none wink of sleep even if you lay down on the soft cushioned couch you have in your living room, you know even that won't suffice and you normally are able to sleep there after a few minutes of laying down. That alone says something.

Speaking of Jude, your boyfriend walks down the stairs with a small frown on his face. He silently takes the stool next to you, letting you have some peace and silent that lasted shortly after you've gotten it.

“Y/N... Love, can we talk?”

You continue scrolling through your phone, not once passing him a glance.

“Oh? I thought you don’t want to talk? You told me that just last night if I recall correctly-”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“Didn’t you?” You scoff.

Jude heaves a deep breath in, trying to calm his nerves from the nonchalance and passiveness that's coming from you. “Can we talk? Please?”

You didn't respond. Not immediately, at least.

You let him sit there beside you with nothing but the sounds coming from your phone serve as the only source of noise from your sudden silence. You let the silence drag on until Jude himself couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay... you don't have to say anything but please listen to me okay?” Still no response. Jude sighs yet again before bracing himself for his explanation. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I acted like a complete arse to you and disregarded your worries in our relationship. As your boyfriend I shouldn't have done what I did, I should've been better. I should've listened to you and done exactly what you asked of me because I don’t want you to worry about anything in this relationship. And I failed to do that. I’ve been a shitty boyfriend to you and you don't deserve that. You don't deserve to be treated in the way that I treated you and I know I can't take back what fuck-ups I did but all I can do now is to make up for it. If you can give me another chance to be a better boyfriend to you, I’ll be better. I will try to be better, for you.”

Jude takes one of your hand, noticing you staring blankly at the screen of your phone and fingers paused midway from scrolling through another tiktok.

“I’m so sorry love, I promise to better. Please forgive me...”

You close your phone off, gaze landing on the apologetic gaze Jude had as he held your hand against his cheek.

“I’m not entirely forgiving you. You hurt me too much-”

“I know love I know, and I'll take what you can give me... If I have to work for your forgiveness I will.”

You slowly nod your head with a soft exhale, watching how Jude’s lips pull up into a smile as he thanks you underneath his breath for countless of times.

Jude takes his phone from his pockets before he slides the device to you, and in the screen is a conversation he's had with the girl whom you're not really fond of. He’s just basically asked her to fuck off of text from the chain of messages she's sent him, and by his rather rude way of wording in his texts which you were about to point out, Jude chimes in.

“I’m planning on talking to her during training too.” He tells you sheepishly as you scroll through the one-sided conversation of his messages with her. “And I want you to be there... as much of an arse move that is, I want you to witness the conversation with her.”

“Jude I just want you to set boundaries with her-”

“And I will.” Jude interrupts you. “I will love, but I just don't want you to overthink things so I want you to be there when I do. This is just one step of me asking for your forgiveness. I still have a long way to go and I’m gonna do them in my own pace to not mess things up but I will work on them, and I will show you that forgiving me won’t be for nothing.”

You wrap both your arms around his neck, burying your face on the crook of his neck as Jude pulls you close to him.

“I’m so sorry again love, for everything.”

“You’re not entirely forgiven but at least you're a step in being forgiven.”

Jude chuckles against your hair, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I know... I know, just wanted you to know how sorry I am. I love you, and I’m really sorry.”

#not proofread #☆ i4bellingham writes.#☆ jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham fanfiction #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham #☆ i4bellingham asks.

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sleepingdeath-light · 3 months

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shy s/o hcs ; aizawa

requested by ; anonymous (31/05/23)

fandom(s) ; my hero academia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; shouta aizawa

outline ; “Okay! Could you do headcanons for Aizawa (My hero Academia) with a shy s/o? They're quiet unless they're around people they know”

note ; sorry if this is a bit shaky characterisation-wise, i haven’t really written anything substantial for this character in a while so i’m not as used to his voice as i would be otherwise — hope you still enjoy these headcanons, though ^^

note 2 ; (related to the first prompt) this is also quite short as i wasn’t sure how to expand on the prompt given any more than i have, but hopefully the quality makes up for the quantity hahaha

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

your shy nature wouldn’t impact his relationship with you too much honestly, if only because his treatment of you as a partner isn’t dependent on your intro/extroversion or how personable you act around others — if he cares about you then he cares about you and it’s really as simple as that

for example, your shyness won’t stop him from introducing you as his partner without any sugarcoating or beating around the bush with labels (he’s too old and too tired for that crap), but it would make him more likely to speak up on your behalf when meeting new people so that you’re not uncomfortable or otherwise put in a bad spot that could have been avoided

and he’s certainly not going to stop being blunt or honest with you because of your wallflower-esque demeanour, but once he knows your limits and boundaries he’s going to do his best to respect them whilst also not treating you like some damsel like figure to be protected from anything slightly uncomfortable because he respects and loves you too much to pull a stunt like that

(not that he’d ever treat anyone like that, mind you…)

your quietness isn’t going to put him off and he grows to appreciate it the longer you’re together — it’s a welcome break from the loudness and sheer chaos he experiences during his workday and he makes sure you know that whenever he gets the chance

really, it’s just nice to have a partner that doesn’t need him to talk to them all of the time and is happy to just exist quietly in the same space — so never feel the need to apologise to this man for your quiet and shy demeanour

he’s no more or less likely to stand up for you if you’re shy or not, but your introversion does definitely encourage him to be slightly more personable on your behalf when you’re around strangers that you can’t just avoid outright — he’s not the most extroverted and energetic person himself so he gets it and will help you out (you’re his significant other, after all), but that doesn’t mean that he won’t encourage and push you to try and leave your comfort zone every now and then (not to the point where it’s like he wants you to be a completely different person, he loves you as you are obviously, but he’ll hand over the reigns of social interaction to you whenever his battery is well and truly drained but neither of you can really leave the situation you’re in)

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #mha fluff #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #aizawa x reader #aizawa fluff #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa fluff

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 1 year

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here to help

masterlist

any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18

larissa weems x reader

18+ : smut; age gap, teacher/student, office sex, fingering, hints at corruption kink, mommy kink, praise

a/n : this is my first wednesday fic so it’s not that great, trying to get an idea of how to write for this fandom idk but there’ll be more bc she has me on my knees and so does jenna ortega

Your tentative knock on the office door was answered with a ‘come in’, British accent soft from the other side and her smile greeted you as soon as you opened it.

“Ah, Y/N, take a seat.”

“What’s this about, Principal Weems?” You asked and the gentle smile she looked at you with from behind her desk showed she sensed your apprehension.

“Nothing to be nervous about.” She reassured. “I’ve heard you’ve been having some issues lately - slipping grades and a few late attendances.”

“I’m sorry, Principal Weems. I’ll try and do better.”

“We’re just concerned, you’re not in any trouble. You’re an exceptional student of Nevermore University, we’d hate for you to fall behind when we could help.”

“Oh, well I suppose I’ve been a little overwhelmed lately. I don’t know what happened, I just fell behind in my studies and then stayed up late trying to fix it and then I started being late and tired and now I’m falling even further behind and my grades are-”

“Okay, breathe.” She interrupted you gently and you hadn’t even noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks, weeks of bubbling overwhelm spilling over. “We’re here to help, okay? Don’t cry, come here.”

You stepped over to the other side of her desk with a sniffle and even with her sitting in her chair you could tell how tall she is, being so close to her also didn’t do much to lessen the crush you’ve been harbouring on her for a while.

Her hands were cool against your warm cheeks when she cupped them, thumbs wiping over your tears.

“It’s okay, we’ll work it out, hm?” Larissa cooed, shocking you with a kiss to your teary cheeks, pecking away the salty drops with soft lips. You’d never seen her eyes up close, how perfect and blue they are and how they look into yours with such kindness.

You must have had a major brain short circuit because you let your nose brush against her cheek, your breath on her lips before you closed the space. What you expected to be a push away or a stern word on boundaries was actually a reciprocation. Her lips pressed back into yours, kissing you firmly with the taste of chamomile tea on her tongue when she swiped it across your bottom lip.

The kiss deepened in a way you could’ve only dreamed of with her tongue licking into your mouth and her teeth grazing your lip while her hands held onto your waist; you were stuck in a trance of one another as she guided you backwards until you were sitting atop her neatly sorted desk and her hands planted themselves either side of you where she leant over.

Your hand found the back of her neck, fiddling with the loose stray hairs that were softer than you’d imagined while hers crept up the side of your waist, brushing against the bare skin beneath your shirt in a way that made you shiver. The sigh you let out into her mouth made her smirk against you before she pulled away breathlessly, continuing with a trail of kisses over your cheek, along your jaw and your neck.

You held onto her tighter when she sank her teeth into the pulsepoint of your neck, sucking at your skin harshly enough to leave a mark behind, soothing it with a lick of her tongue against you that felt like heaven.

“Such a precious young thing.” She cooed beside your ear as her fingers pulled open the button of your trousers, lifting your shirt over your head before musingly stroking her hands over your exposed skin. You avoided her gaze as she stared over your body, shrinking away in your vulnerable state but she took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, nudging your head upwards to face her. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart, okay?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, holding the material of her blazer as she smiled down at you and she let you push it past her shoulders until the smooth skin of her arms was beneath your touch instead.

“I’ve wanted you ever since I lay my eyes on you. Such an innocent thing you are, a pure white dove for mommy to take as her own.” She uttered with her lips brushing over yours, your head span at her words and she huffed a laugh at how you pulled her ever closer by her hips.

Strong hands pulled your trousers down your legs and darkened lusting eyes devoured your form, exposed and at her will. You so desperately wanted to touch her, hands itching at the thought of how every inch of her body would feel under your fingertips and as though she’d read your thoughts broke the heated silence.

“Let me take care of you today, I’m sure we could find time for you to repay the favour.” She breathed with a wink. “D’you want me, darling?”

“Yes, mommy, I need you.” You whined, unaware you could sound so pathetic but with her hands squeezing your bare thighs and her body so close that you could feel the radiating warmth, you were putty in her hands. Pliable and completely at Larissa Weem’s mercy.

You shivered at the soft scratching of her nails along your flesh as they scraped up your thighs, teasing you with her touch nearing where you needed it most as her lips claimed yours again with all the passion you could handle. You sighed into her mouth with the feeling of her fingers sliding through your folds, feeling how wet she’d made you earned you a low moan at the back of her throat. It only made her hungrier.

Her long fingers pushed into your pussy easily with a curl that nudged at your sweet spot and the thumb that drew circles over your clit made your hips buck into her hand in a desperate chase for the perfect feeling.

The way you felt around her fingers made her groan against your chest where her smeared lipstick lips kissed your skin and her teeth grazed against you. She could hear how wet you were with each thrust of her digits into your cunt, she revelled in the choked moans tumbling past your lips and the way you grabbed onto her shoulders for any semblance of grounding whilst she fucked you on her desk.

Your breath was hot against her neck where she let you scatter sloppy kisses through laboured breathing, you could smell her sandalwood and rose perfume and the gentle coconut shampoo you didn’t know she used until now. Your senses were all consumed by her, you were entirely enraptured by her, caught in her trap and you never want to be set free.

The coil in your belly tightened and tightened, your brows furrowed with your bottom lip clasped between your teeth at any attempt at keeping quiet and your nails dug into her upper arms. Larissa felt your pussy clenching around her fingers as your orgasm crept up on you and you buried your face in the crook of her neck as you came with a moan, hips moving on instinct to drag out your high as much as you could with your head reeling blissfully.

“That’s it sweetheart.” She spoke, drunk on the sight of you cumming onto her fingers, dripping down to her knuckles.

You watched in a daze as she pulled away from you with her svelte fingers glistening in the light with your slick coating them, dragging her tongue along them seductively with a hum, sucking them clean of any remnants of you she could find.

“Mm, forbidden fruit is much more sweet.” She murmured with a voice coated in a lusting rasp, kissing you so you could taste yourself on her tongue.

She was tender when she helped you dress yourself, a soft and gentle touch to make you look presentable just in time for a knock to sound at the door and Ms Thornhill’s head to poke round.

“Thank you, Principal Weems.” You smiled sheepishly.

“Any time.” She responded with a look only the pair of you could ever understand. “And remember, I’m here to help. Come to me anytime if you’re feeling stressed and don’t forget our appointment tomorrow afternoon.”

Your face was hot as you walked through the halls to your room but you were counting down the minutes until you were in her office again.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #larissa weems x female reader #larissa weems x fem!reader #principal weems #wednesday netflix #larissa weems x you #larissa weems x y/n #fanfiction #wednesday fanfic

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mcskullmun · 4 months

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My own personal Jmart and Lonelyeyes hc parallels and comparisons (because it’s this or Another fic) Many words under the cut

-Tw abusive relationship

-The Lonely as an allegory for depression

-Non consensual mind reading

*mind reading*

-Jon actively tries to avoid, and in most cases succeeds in avoiding, reading Martin’s mind. It’s a clear boundary in their relationship

-Elias actively attempts to see inside Peter’s head. It’s only Peter’s strong connection to the lonely that keeps him out and in some cases where he burnt out/hurt he just can’t. Big angst potential, Very Unhealthy

-I think Martin doesn’t do the whole ‘I want you to look inside my head and see my true feelings as an act of love’ thing. He trusts Jon to know how true it is when he tells him he loves him. He knows Jon might not believe him with certain things, and that that kind of thing should be up to him, not to Beholding. This (in my opinion) is healthy

-Elias doesn’t trust shit. I hc him as secretly paranoid as hell. The nature of the lonely makes things kinda fuzzy when he tries to Look at them which drives him crazy. And Peter Is manipulative. He Does lie. So it’s almost impossible for either of them to know when the other is being genuine. Again very fun to write, Very Unhealthy. So Peter does open his mind to Elias when he wants him to trust him, and Elias just doesn’t. He has no idea if Peter’s somehow tricked Beholding or is Very Good At Lying or anything- there’s never any certainty

*Compelling*

-As a rule Jon tries his hardest not to compel Martin. Martin tried it once to see if he would be able to read poetry aloud more fluently and Hated it. So yeah never again.

-Elias doesn’t like compelling Peter. He’s more into the observing side of Beholding, so actual confrontation is more difficult. More than that he hates it when Peter resists, but tells him of his own free will anyway. This is one Peter hasn’t asked him not to do, but still actively resists.

*Disappearing*

-Martin will not send Jon into the Lonely. He occasionally disappears himself, but knows Jon will find him no matter what. They’re working on it together.

-Most conflict ends with Peter vanishing into the Lonely. He doesn’t send Elias there because it feels like pushing someone else into your room and slamming the door on them? If that makes sense. It’s his space to torture people he doesn’t deem quite as real as Elias.

*Memory loss*

-As far as I’m aware Martin would not be powerful enough to have this power. If he did I don’t think he’d use it

-Having said that inducing memory loss is tied to domains not Avatars, but I’m giving it to Peter for angst reasons

-Peter doesn’t actually use it on Elias. He sure as hell thinks about it, about starting over and pretending he’s still the original Elias (whole other can of headcannon worms), but he won’t. I think he used it on original Elias for some time to hide the fact he was an avatar/isolate him for his own purposes

*Non Avatar related section*

-Jmart do at home dates. Sure they go out places sometimes but outside is tiring as hell. They prefer reading or cooking together and watching weird documentaries

-Lonelyeyes don’t really do dates. Their idea of a bonding moment is burying a body in the woods and not speaking again for months

-Both Jon and Martin have rocky relationships with birthdays so they both try so hard to make them the best they possibly can be

-Elias is fucking ancient and Peter hates interaction, these guys don’t do birthdays

*end*

Sorry for having an obvious Lonelyeyes bias but Peter and Elias have a fucking vice grip on my mind (it’s the whole Jonah/Original Elias being not quite two different people in Peter’s eyes) (And also the voice)

#the magnus archives #tma #elias bouchard #peter lukas #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jonah magnus #tma spoilers #tma headcanons #tma hc #manipulation #mind reading

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baby-beelzeburger · 2 years

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Read my Heart

➳ Content Warnings: MC is gender neutral, but compared to a female character in a story.

➳ Summary: Satan can’t sleep, and the only solution he can think of is you.

➳ Pairing: Satan/MC

➳ Word count: 3,224

Satan didn’t often have issues getting rest. More often then not, he was drifting off the second his head hit the pillow. He was pretty sure it was because, after an entire day of dealing with the chaos his brothers brought, he was too tired by the end of it to ever have trouble catching some shut-eye. Whether that was truth or complete exaggeration, it was honest that struggling with sleep was a problem that he never had. That was, until tonight.

Satan couldn’t quite place the problem. He was plenty exhausted, and yet nothing he did could send him to sleep. He tried everything he could think of; He drank some tea, listened to the sounds of nature. He even tried counting sheep at one point. All useless.

And so his mind drifted to you, like it had been all night, for whatever reason. Perhaps because he had just said goodnight to you after a long study session before heading to his room, so you were still fresh on his mind. For all he knew, you were the reason he was being kept from sleep, the memory of your cute face twisted up in concentration as you went over his notes still present in his mind.

These thoughts led him to believe that if you were on his mind, potentially the reason of him being awake, then perhaps you could be his solution as well.

Satan rolled over, reaching out for the DDD that sat on a pile of books at his bedside. He turned it on and the brightness of the screen flashing on burned his eyes. He squinted as they tried to adjust.

He clicked your contact to bring up your text messages, the most recent ones being from just that morning. He grinned to himself, remembering the exchange. You had both been planning your next prank on Lucifer, all while Lucifer sat at the dining table just a few seats away from you. You both had tried, and failed, holding in your giggles, and Lucifer looked like he had been on to you the whole time. But even if he couldn’t pull off the prank because of that, hearing your poorly surpressed laughter while you joked and schemed over text made the whole moment worth it.

The fondness of the memory warmed his heart. With a smile he started typing, hoping he wouldn’t be bothering you.

He sent you a quick message asking if you were awake. Your response was almost immediate.

MC: No.

He couldn’t help the tired chuckle that your dumb response pulled out of him.

Satan: Ha ha. Trouble sleeping?

MC: Sorta, yeah. I can hear Beel rumaging around in the kitchen. He’s very loud. It sounds like he’s tearing the place apart.

Yeah, that sounded like Beel. Satan felt sorry for you, having to put up with that every night. No wonder you always looked so tired. Not only did you have to deal with his brothers’ chaos just as he did, but you were also always kept up by either Levi dragging you to his room to play video games, or the sounds of Beel tearing the kitchen apart for a midnight snack or two. Or three.

He made a note in the back of his mind to invest in some good sound-canceling earbuds for you.

Satan: Most likely he is. I’m having trouble sleeping too. I have a strange request, If you wouldn't mind indulging me.

MC: Of course not. What is it?

Satan: Well, I was thinking...

MC: Uh-oh, that's never good.

Satan: Stop it. I was wondering if you would come see me in my room? I think being with you would help me sleep a little better.

The next response didn’t come as quickly. Satan worried that he might’ve pushed a boundary, but just before he could send and apology, your text came in.

MC: On my way.

You reached Satan’s room pretty quickly, signaling your appearance with a quiet knock before coming in. That lovely face of yours looked so worried the moment you stepped inside. He knew that he shouldn't feel happy that you were worried, but seeing you look so concerned for his own wellbeing made something warm bloom inside his chest.

"Hi," You said as you closed the door behind you. Your voice was a low whisper, so as to not disturb the peace.

"Hello," Satan responded just as lowly, sitting himself up on his elbow to better see you, "Sorry to disturb you so late."

"You're never a disturbance to me, Satan. I just hope I can help."

Satan caught your hands fidgetting with something, and as his eyes flickered down he noticed you fiddling with a book. His eyebrow raised quizically and he glanced up to you again.

"I thought maybe it might help you sleep if I read to you," You said, answering his unsaid question, "I didn't know what books in here were safe for me to read, given all the strange magics and whatnot you have, so I just grabbed something from my room instead."

Satan felt his heart beat against his ribcage at the thought. The kind gesture of you wanting to lull him to sleep with a story. The idea that your voice would be the last thing he heard as he drifted off.

He swore if you were any more wonderful, his heart would simply rip itself from his chest in order to be closer you. You'd kill him with your kindness, truly.

"Very well, then," He said, playing it cool, as he always did. He was lucky your hearing as a human was so poor, otherwise you may have quite literally heard his heart beat, and that would be awfully humiliating.

He scooted closer towards the window, gesturing towards the room he'd created on his bed for you. You smiled and made your way over.

"Watch where you step," He cautioned, eyes on the ground where you walked, watching out for any obstacles in your way. He was perfectly satisfyed with the way his room was, but he'd feel absolutely terrible if the mess of it caused you any harm.

You made it over to him safely, and he was able to release a breath of relief at the fact. His eyes didn't leave you though, still watching with intent over all of your movements. The way you lowered yourself onto his bed. The way you pulled his blankets over your legs and settled in, book in your lap. Although simple, your moments somehow managed to enthrall him completely. Yet none of it was any match for the smile you sent him, bathed in moonlight. It utterly bewitched him.

"Ready?" You asked, accompanied by the creaking of your book's spine as it opened. He answered with confirmation by settling himself down into bed. He tried to keep his distance, keeping as far from you as possible. His bed wasn't incredibly large like Lucifer's, and he wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable by getting too close.

That affectionate look you gave him sent a cherry red color blooming against the tips of his ears, and he feared he couldn't hide it even if he tried. It was almost as if you read his mind, the way you reached out for his wrist and gently tugged it closer.

"I don't mind if you want to get close," was all you said, a tender smile gracing your lips. And yet those honeyed words from your lips sounded like the most tempting siren song.

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

Despite having your full consent, he still had a hesitant look on his face. Hoping to offer a bit more encouragement, you opened your arm to welcome him over. With a sigh he shuffled closer, nestling into your side.

His head rested against your stomach, and immediately he felt relaxed. You felt so warm, and soft as well. Your pressence surrounding him was intantly tranquilizing. Your scent, your voice, even the sound of you breath and your steadily beating heart. Stronger then perhaps any sedative.

His bliss was temporarily interupted, however, when he heard you make an annoyed little sound. Satan realized at that moment that, with your arm now around him, keeping the book upright by yourself would be hard.

"Would you do me a favor and help me hold up the book?" You asked him, as your hand found it’s way to his hair, tousled from hours of tossing and turning.

Satan found it hard to give an answer as your fingers had immediately begun to play with his hair. That was the final straw, and now he felt as though his brain was shutting down. His mind could focus on nothing but the way your body felt against his. He swore he was about to overheat, like steam was about to come shooting out of his ears from how warm his body felt.

It was… embarrassing. He can't remember ever feeling so flustered. And over such a simple touch? What had you done to him?

You calling his name was enough to snap himself out of his stupor and recover from making himself seem like a fool. That just wouldn't do, especially not in front of you. Satan was a lot of things, but a fool was not one of them. He'd leave that nonsense for his brothers.

He cleared his throat and put on a smile.

"Yes, of course."

He took hold of the book once you'd opened to where you last left off. His eyes scanned the page, and a sense of familiarity met him.

"This is the book I lent you, isn't it?" He asked you, tillting his head upwards a bit to see you. You hummed in a confirming tone and he smiled, "How do you like it, then?"

"I love it," You responded, your eyes glittering in the moon shine, "The main character reminds me of you."

The comment caught him by surprise. He did relate to the main character a lot, but for you to see that as well somehow shocked him.

"Oh. Does he?"

"Yeah. He has your stubborness and short temper.” You said with a grin, the sass practically oozing from your voice. Satan rolled his eyes, trying to fight off the feeling of disapointment trying to well up inside him. You chuckled at the way he was practically pouting.

“I’m joking. Well, sort of. He does have your stubborness and short temper. But he also has your kindness, and your intelligence, and your nerdiness too. Actually the resemblance is a little bit uncanny. So much so that I can’t help but imagine him with a pair of stunning turquoise eyes just like yours."

Satan ignored your kind words for a moment, his curiosity taking precedence.

"Isn't he described to have brown eyes?"

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. The image of you always shows up in my mind instead."

Satan felt his heart pick up pace again. Could you feel it beating against you?

He cleared his throat, averting his gaze to one of the many full-to-the-brim bookshelves in his room. He found it hard to meet your gaze, especially as he geared up the confidence to say what he was about to.

"And if I told you that the love interest reminds me of you?"

You smirked, your fingers running against his scalp again. A pleased shiver ran down his spine.

"I'd say it was bullshit, but I'd thank you anyway. She’s very lovely."

"Lovely is one way to put it, yes,” He nodded, forcing his eyes to look straight into yours, “I'd also say delightful. Charming. Intoxicating."

Finally, for what seemed like the first time that night, it seemed as though he was cracking through your composure just as you been to him since you’d arrived. Your eyes widened, and your breath halted in your throat. You laughed nervously, trying to recollect yourself.

"Okay, Mr. Thesaurus." You said as you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear in what seemed like a gesture to distract yourself, "Thank you. Now should I read? Or will you just compliment me to sleep?"

"I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to that alternative.” He said, a smug grin decorating his lips, pleased that he’d finally gotten the upper hand on you, “But go right ahead.”

As you began to read, Satan let his imagination take over. See, Satan himself was incredibly guilty of finding your image appearing in his brain whenever the love interest was described. He was being honest when he said he saw you in her. He spent his entire time reading this book with images of the two of you doing the very same romantic things described for the main characters. With all the centuries of reading under his belt, Satan had a rather vivid imagination.

Unfortunately, his envisaging while reading got him into the habit of it. Now, a day hadn’t gone by without imagining some sort of romantic scenario between the two of you. There wasn’t a single thing he hadn’t daydreamed, including the very thing you were doing now. Cuddled up to you, his eyes lazily following along as you read. Honestly, that wasn’t helping anything, as now he had you saying all this romantic dialogue from the book in his memory. The next time he imagined holding you underneath the stars, exchanging sweet words with each other, he wouldn’t have to wonder what you would sound like while you said each line.

It wasn’t very long at all before he felt his eyelids begin to droop. It seemed he was right; your voice was exactly what he needed to fall asleep. And though he had originally intended to just speak with you until sleep found him, this was a welcomed outcome. You reading to him was just what he needed to finally get his brain to go into sleep mode and, before he even knew it, he was drifting off.

As dreams seeped into his mind, he had one final thought on his mind. Despite all of his playful flirtations with you, something that could be brushed away as simple banter between friends, he hoped that you knew that his feelings for you were real. He hoped you could understood that, as you read the main character’s confessions, it was like you were reading from his very own heart, and his own feelings for you.

He wasn't fully rested by the time morning came, since it had been rather late by the time he had cracked and finally called for your aid. It was enough to get him through the day though. His body had run on worse, to be quite honest, so he would survive.

What he hadn't been expecting was for you to still be there come morning. And yet, the first thing he saw when his eyes fluttered open was your body lying right next to his. Maybe under would be the better word, as half his body was blanketing yours, his head on your chest and his arm thrown over your waist. You didn't seem to mind, blissfully cuddled up to him. And as elated as he was to see you still there, he couldn't help but to have expected you to be gone by the time he woke up.

He lifted himself off of you, just enough to shake you awake. As your eyes fluttered open, he smiled down at you.

"What a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect you to still be here.”.

You scoffed, acting annoyed. You weren’t fooling him, though. He noticed the way you subtly shuffled closer as you tried to pull yourself back from your dream world.

"You made it a little hard to go anywhere."

"You could've gotten out if you really wanted to."

“Not without waking you,” You shot back, “Which would’ve made all that reading a waste of time.”

“No such thing,” He mused, his arm tightening around you. You indulged him, if only for a little while, letting him continue to rest on you. Just like last night, your fingers gently combed through his sleep-tangled hair. Normally, he would consider it mortifying for anyone to see him in such a dishevled state. With you, he didn’t care.

But every good thing had to end, even if he wanted to spend an eternity with you in his bed, listening to you reading all his favorite stories. After a few minutes of tired chatter amongst yourselves, you started to shift restlessly under him.

"We better get up now before Lucifer finds us and loses it. He’ll probably be upset if we’re late for breakfast. "

Satan chuckled, nuzzling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

"If you’re really trying to convince me to leave this bed then you’re doing a poor job of it."

"The stray cats won't get fed this morning if you aren't in the garden when they come by."

"That… is a lot more convincing.” He admitted, The images of the strays waiting for him out in the garden appearing in his mind. The thought of them going hungry, even for just a day, made his heart drop. But even then, you were so warm, and you held him so gently. What magic had you placed on him that he was even considering staying in bed with you over going to see the cats?

“Yet I still don't want to get up. Damn you for being so comfortable."

You laughed, fully wriggling out from under him. He groaned, reaching out to you as you tossed the covers off of your legs.

"Then how about this: we meet back here after school and we can take a nap together before dinner."

Satan hummed in thought, faking consideration even when his mind had been made up the second the question had been posed.

"I must say, I never understood how Belphie could sleep at all hours of the day. But you make it sound rather tempting." He prended to think for just a bit more- he didn’t want to seem desperate, of course- before nodding, “Okay, you have a deal."

"Great" You said with a smile. You leaned down and kissed his forehead before standing from his bed. You raised your arms in the air, stretching out your tensed muscles from spending the night squashed under Satan’s weight.

"I'm going to head to my room to get ready, then. I'll see you downstairs for breakfast."

"Yeah. See you there"

Even as Satan lifted himself off of his bed, his eyes didn’t leave you. It was like they couldn’t part from your image, magnitized to you. Somehow you were still just as beautiful with your hair a mess and your clothing askew.

You turned to give a final wave and a smile over your shoulder before shutting his bedroom door behind yourself. Satan bolted up the second you were gone, moving at the speed of light as he got ready. He knew it to be illogical, but he couldn’t help but think that if he sped along the process, then his time with you would come all the faster. Never before had be been so excited to come home from school.

One other thing he was sure of: he could certainly get used to hearing your voice first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #omswd #omswd satan #omswd satan x reader #omswd satan x mc

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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going to my language with this one…

eddie munson x bilingual! reader, where reader’s way of punishing him after he annoyed the shit out of you, is to respond to him in your second language which is worse than being ignored cuz he can’t understand shit. overall, it’s a lil angsty but fluffy and full of cuss words in tagalog/filipino.

i have a mini translation below 👉👈

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“sweetheart.”

“tangina mo.”

“baby.”

“tangina mo.”

“sweets, please talk to me.”

“tangina mo.”

“for this one time, can you speak in english?”

“putangina mo.”

“fine! ‘m sorry, okay!? didn’t mean to push you too far. please talk to me.” eddie pleaded, hands clasped together, kneeling beside you as you glared at him. oh, he had been a annoying prick today. one of his primary love language was making your head hurt, he’s a shit tease and an stubborn one as well.

well, today he kinda overdone it by pushing you to your limits. patience already wearing thin because he won’t stop teasing you. he kinda needed to work on boundaries next time before this situation could happen again. then again, he liked seeing you so pouty and angry, it’s so cute.

“can you at least tell me what i did to upset you? what did i say?” he begged, eyes wide and doe. you rolled your eyes at him, still annoyed yet quite adored he’s on his knees now. eddie knew you have a second language, it was fascinating to him how you speak two at the same time. he so wished he could understand you now.

“hulaan mo. ikaw nag-simula diba?” you responded, accent full and angry. eddie flinched as he pouted, hugging you know as you stayed still, not wanting to give in just yet. even though he didn’t understand shit you were saying that slowly irritating his mind.

the consequences of his own actions, he guessed. he deserved it

“please, baby. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he whispered, kissing your neck. you shivered, still not giving in. he needed to learn.

“puro sorry, pero hindi naman tumitigil, parang gago. bahala ka na. tanga mo—” you huffed, mumbling the last words. your pent-up irritable feeling making your eyes wet a bit. eddie noticed the shine in your eyes as he shushed you. engulfing you in a big hug as you snuggled a bit against his chest as he laid down on the bed. the scent of him calming you down, you just couldn’t help but blink a tear out as you bit your lip.

“‘m s-sorry, i won’t do it again, i love you so much—“ he started to ramble, caressing your back as you buried your face against his cigarette and cologne scented shirt, the warmth of him slowly easing you into relaxation. god, was he such a prick today. you let out a deep exhale, composing yourself, usually you tolerated his schemes but today was enough for you. you were glad he realize his mistake sooner.

“sweetheart? am i forgiven?” he asked, a pout in his voice. you looked up from his chest as you nodded silently. he grinned, leaning for a kiss.

“gimme a kiss, please.” he begged, needy for your affection. “i don’t like not understanding you…” he mumbled as you leaned up to capture his lips to yours so he can shut up. eddie groaned, squeezing your sides as you broke away before it could lead to elsewhere making him whine.

“if you do that again, edward. i fucking swear i’m going to do this again.” you warned him as he obediently nodded, understanding it clearly. “i like being teased but sometimes it’s going too far, eds!”

“i swear on my uncle, i won’t do it again. i love you.” he saluted, you chuckled, snuggling back in his arms. a quiet silence enveloped the room as you begun drifting away groggily at the sound of his heartbeat underneath your ear. the duality of him being so sweet and then an annoying ass was kinda tiring but’s eddie, you always knew eddie didn’t really mean to go that far in his idiotic love language. eddie seem to ponder a moment as he couldn’t hold in his curiosity regarding your last words, already a teasing grin on his face.

“so, you do like being teased?”

“ang gago mo talaga—“

“does that mean i love you?”

“bobo.”

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mini translation :

- tangina mo -> fuck you

- putangina mo -> fuck you (literal translation: your mother is a whore/bitch)

- hulaan mo, ikaw una nagsimula diba? -> guess it, you’re the one who started it first, right?

- puro sorry, pero hindi naman tumitigil, parang gago. bahala ka na. tanga mo— -> full of sorries, but you won’t even stop, you’re like an asshole. suit yourself, you’re so stupid—

- ang gago mo talaga -> you’re such an asshole

- bobo -> stupid/idiot

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x gn!reader #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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ivorydragoness44 · 1 year

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Sam Flynn x Reader: Masks

Word Count: 664 Warnings: A little angst, inferring to a family conversation with Sam that they did not like. Summary: The Reader is applying a face mask when Sam wakes up to find them home. They recall their recent family visit to Sam that did not go as planned. Reassurance from Sam and a cute ending, don’t worry.

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Standing in front of the small bathroom counter, you let out a soft laugh as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The emotion felt good, relieving. After the family visit you had, it was definitely needed. The door was cracked open, to avoid waking your favorite person in the main room. Now, however, it seemed that they were up and wide awake. “Hey,” Sam Flynn called softly as he slowly pushed open the door. “Oh.” “Hey, sleepyhead,” you smiled. His face twisted out of his confusion to much more amused. “I didn’t hear you come in,” he yawned. You shrugged, applying the facial mud mask to the rest of your face. “I didn’t want to wake you. You and Marv looked too cute to disturb.” Sam leaned against the doorway with a smile. “You think I’m cute?” “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he chuckled. “So how’s the family? Did you have a good time?” Frowning, you turned back to your reflection to smooth out some of the mask. “It was certainly interesting.” “Neighborhood drama again?” “No. I…just didn’t expect to be trying to set boundaries today.” Sam pushed away from the door frame to step over to your side. “Are you all right?” He asked, his hand gently stroking your back. “I am now. Being with you, distracting myself by taking care of myself…I just—I know that I can’t make people understand, but it gets tiring, frustrating, and…Well, to the point, they believe that we’re in a honeymoon phase apparently.” You glanced at Sam’s reflection. His brows knitted together slightly, but said nothing. “So, I guess they think our joy, our genuine care for one another is temporary. It was like talking to a wall. I eventually stopped trying to explain, to prove to them. This isn’t a phase. To show and give someone love, affectionately, genuinely, unconditionally. It’s not a phase.” Sam kissed your shoulder. “I love you. I’m sorry you had to go through that without me—to go through that at all. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Our relationship is just that, ours. What they think shouldn’t get in the way of that. They’re not the one you get to snuggle up with at night, or whenever you feel like it. And…I’d love to kiss your face, but…there’s a little something right here,” he grinned, pointing at your cheek. You leaned into him and sighed quietly. “I love you too, Sam, so much.” Poking the tip of his nose with your finger, you shared a smile. A smudge of the facial mask now on his nose. He chuckled, “You might as well get the rest of my face.” “Really?” “Yeah.” A happy giggle escaped you. Turning around, you hopped up onto the counter to sit. When you reached into the small jar to take a scoop of the product, Sam settled between your legs. Swiping a dollop onto his forehead, Sam flinched and laughed. “It’s cold. Did you put it in the fridge?” He asked, placing his hands onto your hips. “No,” you laughed with him. “But maybe next time I should. It might be nice after a hot day.” “Didn’t think of that,” he hummed. Sam stayed still as you gently smoothed the mud mask over his face. His eyes watched as you focused on your task. It was not an entirely new activity for the two of you. Fun, silly, and intimate moments like these were usual. Whether it be video-games, tossing snacks into his mouth while he worked on his bike, as long as you were enjoying each other’s company, you were happy. “Um, so how long do we keep this on our faces?” “Twenty minutes max.” “Oh, all right.” “And don’t worry, this one shouldn’t dry or cake up. So, you’ll still be able to move your face.” Sam laughed. “Good to know,” he gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “Now what?” Smiling, you pecked your lips to his.

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#sam flynn #sam flynn x reader #tron legacy #tron: legacy #sam flynn x you #sam flynn x y/n #angst #500 follower celebration

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the-way-of-words · 1 year

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For These Empty Nights

Noah Sebastian, Holly(ofc), Nick Ruffilo

content warnings: brief mention of oral sex

This is rpf. I know this isn't real. These are fictionalized versions of real people. Not your jam? Hit the back button.

Part of the PolyVerse // MasterList

<Noah> So, how's the date?

<Holly> Terrible. 10/10 would not recommend.

<Noah> That bad, huh?

<Holly> Enough to make me question why I bother.

<Noah> Need an out?

<Holly> You're a saint. <3

Holly's phone rings as soon as her date returns to the table. She gives him an apologetic look as she answers.

"Hey, everything okay?"

"Well, not really, see, my friend is on this terrible date."

"Oh no, that's awful."

"Isn't it?… So, I'm gonna need her to leave. For her sanity."

"Okay, no problem. I'm on my way."

Noah chuckles as she hangs up, and she pushes away the feeling it stirs. Eyes back on her date, Holly clears her throat, “Aaron, I’m sorry, my friend’s car just broke down right outside of town, and she needs someone to pick her up. I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut tonight short.”

Aaron’s mouth turns down for a split second before he huffs a laugh, “Yeah, okay. If she needs you, I guess this is the end, huh?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Holly starts, “I really am sorry.” He stands when she does and tries to rebuff her when she pulls out some money for her half of dinner, but she talks him into it in the end. They share an awkward hug and then Holly’s on her way home. She meant it when she said that she was sorry, Aaron’s a good guy, attractive in all the right ways, kind, and funny; but there just wasn’t anything there.

So, with Nick tied down, Holly’s concluded that she should try to find someone for herself, even though the voice in the back of her head that whispers she's already got someone she wants to be with, but she pushes that voice way down. She's ignored that train of thought for the past four months. Since the night she slept with not only Nick but Noah as well. Waking up the following morning to a head between her thighs; Noah's whisper of can I? waiting for a breathless yes before eating her out like a man starved.

This makes the third unsuccessful date in as many months. She's not big on the dating scene and doesn’t put herself out there often. But her and Nick's situation ended a few months ago after he started seeing Lys. Holly’s happy for him, Lys is a brilliant girl, she is; she just seems to have a problem with one of Nick’s closest friends being a woman. They got along great when Nick introduced them, but then it changed. While she doesn’t know who Lys talked to, they thought she needed to know about the casual sex Holly and Nick sometimes have. She doesn’t know the extent of Lys and Nick's conversation, but when he called her to talk about it, he sounded tired and a little hurt. Holly misses him like an ache sometimes, her best friend, but she understands that if Lys makes him happy, she can respect the woman’s boundaries. No matter how much it might sting.

She knew there would be a change afterward, she just didn't know it would be as a closer relationship growing between her and Noah. Didn't expect him asking for her number, and if it was okay to text her if he wanted to talk before Nick drove her home. She thinks they've talked more in the past four months than they ever have in the time they've known each other and her phone's in her hand as soon as she's home, thumb hovering over his contact. Sighing, she presses the call button before she can talk herself out of it. He answers almost immediately.

"How'd he take it?"

"He knew what was happening, but he was polite about it."

Her insides melt when she hears his laugh from the other end.

"So what are your plans for your now free evening?"

"Well, usually I'd call Nick, but that's off the table, so…"

He’s silent for a moment as if he’s trying to find the right words.

"... Do you miss him?"

"I miss having sex with him if that's what you're asking."

The comment gets her nothing but more silence because they both know there’s more.

"Okay and him too. She's not super into him hanging around the girl he used to have casual sex with. I can see where she's coming from, but it's not all we did. We're actually friends."

He’s still quiet, so she laughs nervously, unsure how the conversation took this turn and changes the subject.

"So, what's your Friday looking like?"

"Oh, just another exciting day of finalizing tour stuff."

"That's right, you big-time rock stars head out in a few weeks."

She hears a scoff.

"I wouldn't say big time…"

“Oh, stop being modest. You guys have been everywhere lately, and deservingly so.

Just don't forget about us regular people when you fully reach the top."

"I don't think it's possible to forget about you."

He says it easily, yet something in his voice gets to her. This isn't the first time it's happened either. If she's honest, they're both tip-toeing around the possibility of something more profound than what they already have. Once again, though, she pushes the thought away, and goes for humor instead.

"Duh, I'm awesome."

Noah laughs, and it makes her smile.

"That you are, Holly. That you are."

“Guess I'll let you go, get back to your important tour stuff. I have some bad tv to

catch up on."

"Enjoy your bad tv. I'll talk to you later.”

"Night."

It's quiet, without his voice in her ear, and as loathe as she is to admit, she's a little lonely without it.

Bad tv only gets her so far, but she can’t focus. Too wrapped in thoughts of Noah—Nick too, not that she’d admit it though. Sighing, she turns the tv off, deciding to go through the motions of her nightly routine. By the time she's in bed, it’s late but Holly’s listless. Tossing and turning when she should sleep, resisting the urge to reach for her phone. Because, no; she’s not going to message Noah, not again.

In the end, she picks up her phone, but it's not Noah she reaches out to.

<Holly> Help.

<Nick> Isn't it a little late into your date for help? I mean, I'll call, but…

<Holly> Oh, it's not that, Noah got me out of that an hour ago.

<Nick> Oh, he did, did he?

<Holly> Yep. But now I'm bored.

…

Waiting for Nicks' reply, Holly watches as the dots dance up and down her screen. She can almost hear his panic from across town.

…

<Nick> And how can I help?

<Holly> Oh, stop freaking out. I can hear you from here.

I wouldn’t ask for that. I can respect boundaries.

She pauses after she sends the message before typing again.

<Holly> I just miss you is all.

As my friend.

<Nick> I know. I'm sorry I haven't been around as much.

…

Want to get lunch tomorrow? Just us.

Her chest warms, because of course she wants to, that’s not the question, the question is:

<Holly> Is Lys gonna be okay with that?

<Nick> We'll see.

<Holly> Well, either way, I'm in

<Nick> So. You and Noah talk now.

<Holly> What? We're friends. We text, just like you and me.

<Nick> Oh, is that all?

<Holly> Goodnight Nick.

<Nick> Tell me more about how you and Noah are texting.

<Holly> I SAID GOODNIGHT

There's no stopping the smile on her face. Because even when things are off between them, something about Nick just makes her feel settled. Even better, she feels she can finally sleep now.

… And if Holly dreams of a certain tall, tattooed man, that's her business.

She should have known the promise of lunch with just Nick was too good to be true, when he calls her midmorning, voice somber.

“Hey, so… I won’t be able to make lunch today.”

It’s not unexpected, and while she won’t admit it, there's a piece inside of her that cracks.

“Oh… Okay.”

“I’m sorry Holly.”

And the thing is; she knows he means it, but that doesn’t make this space that’s formed between them hurt any less. She clears her throat, aiming for casualness as she replies.

“Hey, no worries. Shit happens. We’re still getting together before next week though, right?”

“Of course we are. Can’t leave without a proper last hurrah.”

He says it so easily, like it's obvious, because that’s what they’ve always done. But even as the words leave his mouth, Holly knows. She knows she probably won’t see him before he leaves for tour. While she admires his optimism, she can already feel the walls building inside, a barrier widening the ever-growing space between them. Something to protect herself from one of the few people she never thought she’d need to. There’s a lump growing in her throat that she has to swallow down before she speaks again.

“Just tell me when and where and I’ll bring the wine.”

“You got it. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Later.”

In the end, they don't end up seeing each other at all before he leaves. All Holly gets is a text that he's about to board at the airport and that he'll miss her. She leaves him on read for a few days out of spite.

#rpf #bandom fic #bad omens #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian/ofc #noah sebastian #nicholas ruffilo

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calamitycrown · 2 years

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Hi! Hope you're doing ok! I have a question for your Greenhouse Au. What happens if Y/n is having a stormy day? Like, people pushed them past their limits, having horrible flash backs that make them lock themselves in a dark room for a while, or even Y/n is in need of comfort and cuddles as they quietly cry?

Sorry if my ask made you uncomfortable, I haven't been asleep since I woke up at 3 am and I'm just wanting a universe of fluff right now. (Like mountain of fluff but much bigger.)

I’m doing alright! A little tired today in particular, but otherwise a-okay!! Thanks for asking <3

Ohoho, you’re not prepared for how doting these dopes would be-

If y/n allows them, the boys would all be especially doting to y/n until they felt absolutely better. They’d try not to overstep boundaries regarding why they’re feeling the way they are, but would do their best to make them feel comfortable and loved.

Sun would be trying to distract y/n and keep them busy whenever possible to try and keep them from thinking about whatever’s on their mind, all while constantly doting on them just as they deserve! Expect lots of hugs, head bonks [because they can’t really... kiss, in a normal sense], cuddles if y/n oh so graciously gives him permission, and tons more.

Moon, being more reserved than Sun, would be more subtle. He’d get extremely clingy out of nowhere, taking any chance he’d get to just casually hold y/n in whatever way he could. Be it a side-hug, an arm around their shoulders, a hug from behind, you name it. Moon would make sure they’re taking care of themself, bringing them their favorite snacks and drinks at the drop of a hat and, of course, making sure they get enough rest. If y/n refuses, he’ll slip a lil something in their drink to get them to at least take a nap.

Eclipse is a gentleman at any time of day, 24/7, 365 days a year. So of course he’s going to be giving y/n all the special treatment he can muster. Doing their chores for them [or at least helping if y/n refuses to let him do them on his own, if not going behind their back to do them himself], making them exquisite meals [man’s one hell of a cook], and just overall making sure they don’t over-exert themself or take on too much at once. Much like Sun, though less enthusiastic, expect lots of physical contact; Eclipse will often just settle for subtle things like holding y/n’s hand or leaning against them while they’re doing something.

Also I’m sorry I only got to this after a few days, I’ve been a little exhausted after our foster dog had her puppies the other day.

If you’re having a stormy day, I sincerely hope the clouds make way for a blue sky soon <3

#look at ‘em #being all mushy and stuff #I love fluff~#greenhouse au #fnaf #fnaf security breach #sundrop #moondrop #eclipse #daycare attendant #fnaf daycare attendant #five nights at freddy's #my art

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ghost-proofbaby · 15 hours

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Hi again. I am doing okay despite the circumstances. A lot of drama went down the past month and my mental health really took a hit but I'm starting to bounce back slowly. I had a really rough few weeks after seeing him at his housewarming party and didn't go to work for a whole week bc I could barely function. Then my mom has the bright idea to send him a very scathing message a few weeks later and while I appreciate her having my back, she just doesn't understand what boundaries are and that I didn't want her to do that. Then I told him off for going to a bunch of concerts and stuff even though one of his reasons for breaking up with me was not being able to financially handle a relationship while he went through everything. So he blamed being distant with me on the message from my mom and while I probably wouldn't want to talk to somebody if their mom sent me that message, I'm tired of everyone leaving me bc of her. I told him that and we haven't talked for a week. 😃 I'm trying to focus on myself and get into college and hopefully meet new people and not let my mom push them away. Yesterday I went on a solo shopping trip and it kind of helped my mood to buy some stupid stuff just for myself to bring myself some joy. And I bought myself a Lego set and I built it all by myself which was hard and healing all at the same time bc I always built Legos with him. Who knew little plastic bricks could bring up so many emotions?

oh, love.

first of all. i am so so sorry i’m seeing this days late.

second of all, as someone in a very similar situation in regards to the mom factor of it all — i get it. i think the important thing to remember is that other people’s actions do not define us, and the people who matter or care enough about us are going to recognize that. your mother’s actions are not your own; you can’t control her, you cant babysit/stop her from getting involved as she has, and he should know all of this. especially if he cared enough to get to know you, understand you, so on and so forth. it’s super exhausting, and it definitely makes making new friends extremely difficult sometimes. but i think the people meant to stick around are going to see past it all. gonna realize you aren’t your mother, and would rather help you set boundaries rather than just shut you out for what she’s said or done.

i hope you continue to focus on yourself, my dear. the lego building sounds like a really good healing exercise in all honesty! don’t let people ruin things for you has to be my top advice in life ever. there’s so many bands/songs/musicians i struggle to listen to, so many places i won’t even go anymore, even a decade later. and that’s unfair to us — life keeps moving. if he can move on and do all that, you most certainly can.

sending you all the hugs and love and good/healing vibes right now <3

#ily <3 #you’ve got this #one baby step at a time!#house-in-the-backyard-trees <3 #it’ll all be okay i solemnly swear

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starryevermore · 2 years

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🥃 “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” with bucky barnes

his fears ✧ bucky barnes

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request: 🥃 “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” with bucky barnes - annab-nana

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 450

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

Bucky expected people to leave him. He…didn’t always used to be that way. Back, years ago, when Steve was first trying to help him, he understood there were people who wanted to help, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing them away. He felt damaged, like broken goods, and he didn’t want anyone to get cut by his shattered pieces. Steve pushed through that, though. He wanted to help. And he did.

But then Steve left. Decided that Bucky wasn’t worth it or something. Not that Steve said that—he said something about wanting to be with Peggy, something about the life he missed out on because of him being trapped in the ice. He left. He went back to a time where Bucky couldn’t be a part of his life because Bucky was being tortured and manipulated and brainwashed. He…got tired of Bucky.

Now, Bucky was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He pushed away Sam, who was also grieving the loss of his friend. He pushed away the other Avengers. He pushed away anyone he wasn’t forced to be in contact with and even then…He kept everyone at arm’s length. He didn’t want to be hurt like this again.

And then you came along. You, who respected his boundaries while gently pushing him out of his comfort zone. You, who made him laugh so hard his belly hurt. You, who helped remind him what it was like to be happy. He hadn’t been really, truly, happy in so long.

That’s what scared him the most. Even after years had passed with you by his side, first as his friend and then as his girlfriend, he still feared the day you would come to your senses and he would lose you, too.

Especially now, in moments like this, when he was coming down from the terror of a nightmare, covered in sweat, ears ringing, taking in the concerned look on your face.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, his throat hurt. He wondered how long he screamed until he woke up. “If you want to leave…”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Bucky?” you asked. “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now? I love you. And I don’t say that lightly.”

Bucky rested his head on your chest, letting you comb your fingers through his hair. Quietly, he mumbled, “I’m scared.”

“I know. But, believe me, I don’t want to leave you. And I won’t. I love you too much to go.”

“I love you, too.”

And, for a moment, as he laid in your arms, he understood what peace felt like.

join my sleepover!

#starrysleepover #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fan fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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jestamuses · 1 year

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Basic Rps Rules

I do no follow first! Sorry! I will like your promo but there will be no reblogging your promo unless your mutuals or friends with me.

1. Yes this a blog for rping but I won’t be affiliating with the rpc for many reason as it is not good for my mental health. Most of the time it for follower numbers, middle school drama, ghosting or to get something out of others. I’m sorry but I’m tried of it. 😬

2. I do have an about of my characters list but you’re going to have to ask for the link in my box ask. 9/10 people don’t read my characters list I worked hard on. Sorry but I’m tired of putting the work in and not getting feed back.

3. No I’ll not be using icons for my rps anymore. It distracts me from focusing on writing replies. And yes you can use icons with yours. I only ask you not to force me to use icons. 👍

5. My reply length is about 1 to 4 paragraphs. The only requirement I ask you is to give me about a paragraph for me to work with.

6. If I don't follow you back, it means you didn't ask for my characters list in the inbox. Mostly likely I'm going to soft or hard block you. It really depends.

7. I will say this I’m mostly on discord, playing video games, listening to music or doodling. Maybe other life stuffs. So it may take me awhile to see the reply, im or ask. If you have my discord, you are free to tell me you have replied.

8. If I find out you are straight up stealing any refs design that I pay for or was a gift by a friend, I will block you. Especially my Jevil ( hellborn design too ) and Junkil. Being inspired by their design is fine. But straight up stealing it; big nope.

9. I will not tolerate slander, name-dropping , or picking sides over a friendship-falling / ex-partner. As for picking sides, I will tell you to knock it off in dms, and continuing will get you block. I’m not dealing with this. This will cause me to grieve if we’re close, and likely will not add you back into my life depending on how badly you treated me.

10. My muses are not lust on first shipping ( cannons ship or fan ship, it doesn’t matter). Most muses will do it for their partner when they have a strong romantic relationship ( most of them are Greysexual or demi-sexual). Also, I, the mun, must trust you or sense you give good vibes. Smut rps will not be on this blog, as there is a side blog for it (I will give you the link for it, or we can move it to Discord.). Do not pressure me to provide the link to you. I will link it when I’m ready. You will risk getting blocked.

11. No double/Same character jealousy or sharing the same ship jealousy. There will be 3 three warnings, and then I will block you on the fourth. It isn’t the first time I dealt with this shit. It is common sense. And if there is any jealousy in a Discord server or dm, it will still count on this blog. Even if we’re close friends/ best friends, you don’t get a free pass.

-First warning: I will blacklist you on my dash and refuses to talk/write you until I feel safe and hopefully understand to knock it off. Time may vary on how much you push the damn button.

-Second warning: I will remove or mute you on Discord and, again, will blacklist you on the dashboard and refuse to talk/write with you until I’m ready. I will add you back on Discord.

- Third warning: I will fully warn you in dms on Discord and remove/block you. Your blog will be blacklist again and may get a soft block. I will follow you back when I’m ready.

- Fourth warning: Blocked on Tumblr and Discord. No more giving chances.

( Btw if your friends/ mutuals send hateful anon/ ask because I blocked you, they will get entirely blocked, too. )

Respect my boundaries and be an adult.

Here is the link to my muses. I'm too tired. Credit

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winns-stuff · 1 year

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Okay, so first of all. I have to apologize for the longest ask your probably going to ever receive and I am so sorry that you have to receive my autism.

That being said..

I don’t..I don’t get why they Pere and Hades are going through all of this..shit.. tons of couples don’t get “””married”” in the eyes of the law and are still very much husband and wife..why do they gotta do so much heteronormativity up in here..?

Why do they HAVE to be governmentally married..? Why can’t they just say “fuck it” and elope??? Because really what does the sanctions of Olympus have over the underworld? She doesn’t have to back to Olympus.

She can get legally married in the underworld. It wouldn’t be valid in Olympus but fuck Olympus at this point.. who cares..? She’s an underworld queen.. not an Olympus one..she can have her papers. Just not Olympus papers.

In episode 208 she said that she just wanted to take it slow and not have to be “Hade’s wife” and now we’re already taking about fucking WEDDING DRESSES AND RINGS AND ALL SORTSA STUFF…was that dress shop in Olympus?

If yes, then simply BUY AN UNDERWORLD DRESS! That stupid Olympian embargo shouldn’t mean ANYTHING to the underworld! Why not have her MAKE HER OWN DRESS! SHE CAN WEAVE!! We haven’t seen her weave in the longest of time.. let’s see how her skill has grown!!

I’m just tired because I know they’re gonna make a big fuckin show outa something that really isn’t that big of a deal. In fact queer people couldn’t get legally married for the longest of times yet they still got married in the eyes of their preferred god or in the eyes of their family or in the eyes of themselves because it DOESN’T MATTER WHAT THE STUPID GOVERNMENT SAYS ABOUT YOUR MARRIAGE- Ugufhhfhhd

See that’s the main reason why I think this whole Persephone going back to the Underworld with no consequences is boring as hell. You’re telling me that she ate the pomegranate seed, the same one that took Hades’ fertility and actually effected something in him, had no affect whatsoever with Persephone and she magically can go wherever she wants and be at all realms at the same time? Where the fuck is the conflict at that point? Demeter really can’t do anything about it except for maybe Winter but Persephone can literally go back at any time so unlike the myth she’s not trapped there which means less impact for the meaning behind Demeter plunging the world into eternal winter. It’s annoying seeing how there’s so many meaningful things in the myths that are now being obliterated by this terrible retelling and no one even cares because at least they can gawk at Hades in the same suit he’s been wearing for three seasons and renown him as the most finest man in LO.

But I agree with you, the whole embargo thing was stupid as hell and could be solved easily. They wouldn’t even have to rush their marriage anyways because they could’ve been planning it in the Underworld which you’d think Persephone would like since she claims she’s literally nothing without it (even though the Underworld has made negative changes and effects on her life) and I feel like it would’ve been a great power move to do something like that. She’s the queen of the Underworld now yet there’s been no characteristic changes made to her even proving she is, everyone loves to give her her flowers about maturing and taking the throne when literally nothing about her interactions in LO ever show that. She doesn’t stand up for herself STILL, people constantly walk over her STILL, they continue to push their boundaries with her STILL, they still dress her in whatever clothes they want to wear STILL, and finally she hasn’t even been treated like she is royalty by literally anyone. There’s nothing there telling us she’s an actual queen except for her title and it’s annoying.

Anyways, this was a great ask and I appreciate all of your thoughts and agree with you whole heartedly. Also I didn’t mind the length at all so no need to apologize!

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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