#y’all make so many dumb accusations
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~BLOOD & BLISS~
Human!Alastor x wife!Reader
Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy, blood, murder, secrets
In this chapter: slow build up! Smut! Love-making, Creampie, slight breeding kink
this chapter is VERY long!!!
Chapter one Chapter three
Chapter two
The sound of voices filled your home as the ladies chatted in your parlor.
“Oh honey is that peach cobbler? Why you would think it was Sunday with the spread you made.” Agnise said as you came from the kitchen with the dish and placed it on the dessert table, causing all the ladies to turn to you.
You had finger sandwiches filled with ham, beignets, one too many cakes, banana pudding, sweet tea and lemonade.
You were in a baking mood and since it was just high noon, you kept it lite for today’s meeting.
You let out a laugh “oh it was nothin’. Thought we deserved a treat since the last time we saw each other. We housewives deserve a little sugar sometimes.” The ladies giggled at your comment.
Grabbing a sandwich, you took a seat by Rosie, “Now what were y’all talking about while i was in the kitchen?”
”Abi was telling us the Smiths youngest was found in bed with that scrappy gent that worked down at the mill” Rosie said, sipping her tea. You gasped, hand over your heart “Ain’t that girl engaged to um oh what that boy’s name?” You snapped your fingers trying to think
”David Johnson” Abigail snickered “Just know Old smith threw a fit. I heard her mother went crying to the church shouting. Ooooh must have been real bad”
Agnise chimed in “Also Harriet told me that Elaine is expecting…and it ain’t her husband’s” shocked gasps filled the room. “Elaine? As in love the church, has three youngins Elaine? Oh that poor woman I don’t know how she do it” Rosie shuddered. Abigail smirked “Yeah poor Elaine, so who’s the father?”
Agnise chuckled “Take a guess”
Literally you, Rosie, and Abigail looked to each other puzzled.
”Pastor Brown from the next town over” Agnise said.
squeals and laughs erupted from all of you.
You shook with laughter as you took a deep breathe. “Ok ok enough of that. How have y’all been?”
Rosie was running a boutique, New Orleans finest clothes and it was really taking off. She talked about how some cheap fabrics came in and she ain’t have a clue what to do with them.
Agnise happily chirped about how her two oldest had got accepted in some fancy school on the other of town.
Abigail complained that she thought the maid was stealing her clothes, claiming too many of her fine dresses were missing out of her closet.
”Oh dear how is that handsome husband of yours? I was hoping to the man when I was coming in.” Rosie said smiling.
Rosie and Alastor were the closest besides Mimzy. He often dropped by to have her make your clothes and tailor some of his suits.
”Oh you know how Alastor is” you waved your hand, “he set out early this morning to the radio station. We’re suppose to down to Mimzy’s club tonight”
Agnise and Abigail looked at you shocked “That ol rigity joint? Oh darling no. That man makes good money, why y’all going down there?”
You had met Agnise and Abigail when you were in school. They were a bit more Polish than Rosie who didn’t mind a good time.
”I think that lounge is rather charming. The music is good.” You defended.
”Well enjoy it now, I had a dream bout fishes and you know what that mean” Agnise said, giving you a knowing look.
You blinked, then blushed, taking a sip of tea. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you feigned dumb.
She smirked, red lips curling “You’ve been hiding news from us haven’t you?”
Abigail looked at you, “Are you?”her honey eyes roamed over your figure.
”Ladies no! I’ve told y’all me and Alastor haven’t discussed children. We don’t have time for that” you said pouting at their accusations.
”What man don’t want his own running around? The two of you been married for a few years now, i had half expected at least something.” Agnise said.
”Alastor has just settled in good as radio host. What kind of wife would I be if I just randomly suggested having a little one running around? No I couldn’t.” You gripped your cup, looking down.
You and Alastor hadn’t really discussed children. You figured you would wait a few years to get settled into your marriage before thinking of children.
With alastor’s career taking off, you didn’t have it in you to just spring the notion on him.
You didn’t mind. It was quite nice not having to clean and look after a baby.
BUT
You did want to potentially have children with Alastor.
The house would be a lot livier and you thought Alastor would make a great father.
”Y’all ain’t getting any younger dear!” Agnise said “i mean unless there’s a another woman invovled”
Rosie let out a hiss, glaring at the woman “Oh shush that! Alastor wouldn’t do that! He loves his wife too much to even look at another woman”
Agnise shrugged.
Abigail patted your hand “Honey don’t listen to her. I am sure you’ll have a whole litter running around afterwhile. Not having children ain’t all that grand.”
You pouted. That did not make you feel better.
Rosie seeemd to pick on up your down mood and interjected
”We came to discuss books! Enough of this husband and children talk! So we left off at Charles securing the mistress!”
The little gathering went on without a problem, but the comments and conversation still bounced in your head.
Alastor wouldn’t seek out another woman just because I haven’t…right?
You and Alastor’s intimate life was fine to your knowledge.
The man wasn’t the most affectionate, but he did try.
He was loving and gave you anything you wanted.
THATS what any wife wanted right?
Not having children didn’t seem to make him any less doting with you.
But you still felt that nagging doubt as you tried to reassure yourself.
”Bye now! Tell Nathaniel I said hello and Abi please just see if the maid took your dress!”you hollered from your porch, waving the ladies as they smiled and walked down the street.
You sighed. Rosie had stayed behind and was cleaning up.
”oh Rosie you’re a guest please let me” you said grabbing the dirty dishes.
”I’ve been here so much this is practically my home girl please.”she laughed as she grabbed the tablecloth and put in in the hamper.
”Those two are certainly a handful. Don’t take what they said to heart. They are just bitter their husbands don’t love on them like yours” she chided.
You hummed. Rosie was right. What did it matter that you didn’t have kids? That didn’t change anything.
”I know Ro but I feel like I’m failing as a wife. But i promise I’m fine I swear” you quickly said as she gave you a look.
She looked at the clock “Oh my well look at the time! Do give Alastor my love dear”
You gave her a hug and walked her out, waving her goodbye as she waltzed down the road.
You were now alone.
The house was quiet and you had cleaned up everything so you wouldn’t have to look at the mess in the morning.
You rolled your shoulders, sighing at the tension and decided a quick nap wouldn’t hurt as you wait for Alastor to come home.
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The sun began to slowly set through the trees as Alastor ran a bloody hand through his hair, the brown strands slicking back as he breathed deeply. The man had put up quite a fight, but luckily Alastor could quickly deal with his little problem.
He had planned to take his wife out for tonight, but with the way he was feeling, he would rather be in your embrace and sleep.
He would stop and get you your favorite flowers as an apology and maybe cook for you instead. A soft smile appeared on his face as he imagined your face as he came in with flowers and kissed your soft lips as he propose hell cook for dinner.
Soft jazz would be playing and after the meal he would ask you to dance. Peppering your face in kisses as you laughed at him, thinking he was silly.
And maybe afterwards, he could indulge himself in you. A shiver ran through his body at the thought of your face contorted in pleasure.
Oh yes he was sure you wouldn’t mind why he came home late
He hid away his shovel in an old storage house and changed clothes.
Getting in his car, he hummed along to the radio as he thought of what to make for dinner.
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Alastor softly closed the back door as he slowly set down the flowers and groceries. He peeked his head in the parlor and found you sleeping on the couch.
He quickly made his way upstairs, hid his clothes in the back of your closet, showered, and went back down stairs.
He grabbed the flowers and slowly slid beside you, pulling you into his lap.
You snuggled into his neck, eyebrows scrunching, waking up ”hmmm Alastor?” you groaned as he snickered. He pressed his lips to your plump cheek “Seems my darling wife had a very long day. Seems I got caught up at work and didn’t catch the time. But…” he pressed the flowers to your nose as you took a deep inhale of the flowers, smiling “I do hope you would forgive dear.”
Your heart fluttered at the man, standing to put the bouquet in a vase.
You caught sight of the time and gasped “oh no! I can’t believe I fell asleep for that long, lord on high I ain’t got a single thing out to cook.” You went to make your way to the kitchen, but Alastor was quick to wrap his arm around you, pulling you into his lanky frame. “Don’t you worry about dinner darlin’ I got it. I had promised you a night out and forgot. So to pay for my offense Ill cook dinner and why don’t you go upstairs and put on something pretty for me hmm?” He pressed a few soft kisses along the column of your neck, making your breath hitch slightly, before patting your ass to get you moving towards the stairs.
Once you made it back downstairs, the smell of dinner made your stomach growl.
Alastor was just setting th plates as you entered the kitchen. “Book club must have been something today, I see you baked a lot of goods today. Good thing I checked before thinking of making dessert” He turned to actually look at you.
Gorgeous is what he thought as he took you in.
You opted for a simple slip dress that fell just before your knees. How enticing.
You accessorized with your pearls and even had your hair curled slightly.
He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around your waist and bring a hand to his lips, kissing it as he looked at you with utter devotion.
”My my don’t you look lovely dear” he whistled, twirling you around slowly.
You blushed and looked towards the stove “Dinner smells great Al, what did you make?” He ushered you to the dining table and pulled you chair out for you to sit before fetching tonight’s dinner.
Shrimp and grits in one bowl and jambalaya.
For dessert he took a piece of butter cake that you made earlier and chilled sweet tea and lemonade.
You moaned in delight as the flavor of the jambalaya burned your mouth. “Oh Al! You added a bit more spice this time but it goes good with the grits. oh i love your jambalaya.” You praised him.
You practically danced in your seat as you ate causing Alastor to chuckle.
”I never tire of your praise for my mother’s recipe my dear. I must say this cake might just be my new favorite” he said.
You decided to fill him the latest gossip you heard today from the ladies
”Rosie sends her love by the way. Oh you would not believe what Agnise told us today…” you started.
Alastor had a lazy smile on his face as you talked animatedly about todays gossip. He nodded along and even gasped at the details you shared. You made him swear he wont repeat it anywhere, including on the radio.
You took a sip of lemonade ”Agnise made a comment that she was surprised we haven’t had kids yet. Can you believe that woman?” Alastor tilted his head “I wouldn’t put it pass that one. Well what did you say?”
Alastor asked taking in your reaction as you pouted, swirling your fork in your grits before stabbing a shrimp. You sighed “I told her that we just weren’t ready. I mean you just got settled in at the studio good. Then the nerve of that woman to say that you were probably seeing another because I wasn’t putting out.” You mumbled that part, feeling pinges of doubt start to rise in you as you looked at him.
Alastor scoffed “darling I only ever had eyes for you” he reached across the table to grasp your hand, thumb fiddling with your wedding ring. “Nothing will make me look at you different. To me, you’re perfect. You are much more than I could ever deserve” he smiled at you. “Do you want children darlin?” He asked.
You blinked, a warm blush crept up your cheeks “I-I mean it might has crossed my mind once of twice, but I-I dont know” you looked away, feeling shy.
Alastor grinned “I think you would make a wonderful mother my dear. Through I will admit having to share you i dont know about that” he laughed “buuuuut if having children will make you happy, who am I to say no?” His voice dropped an octave as he smiled at you.
You were shocked. You hadn’t thought that Alastor would be open to having children. But you didn’t just want to have kids because of social pressure. You wanted it to be something you were sure of…
”Its a big responsibility if we have children Al”you whispered. He hummed, shrugging “Dear I make more than enough that our children will have comfortable upbringing, besides Ill be there the whole step of the way”
That reassurance made your heart swell.
You smiled, a soft laugh bubbling out of your chest “Then I guess well see what happens then huh?”
You finished dinner, Alastor leaving the dishes to soak and you giggled as he dragged you upstairs. “Alastor! Hahaha dont you have work tomorrow?” You entered your shared bedroom and squealed as he lavished your exposed shoulders in kisses.
He groaned in response as he unbuttoned his shirt as his hands gripped at your hips.
”what do that have to do with us delving into the throws of pleasures darlin? Its been quite some time since I’ve paid you proper attention.”
Your back hit the duvet as he situated himself between your thighs. Your dress bunched at your hips, exposing your lacy garter. His hand toyed with the fabric, lips curling in a smirk “Were you planing to seduce me dear?” You shook your head as you curled your arms around his neck, pulling his head to meet his lips.
”Hmmm lets keep the pearls and garter on” he grinned down at you.
”Nngh! Ah! Ah! Ha! Ah! Oh god!”you cried out as Alastor thrusted into you. Your fingers gripped at his hair as you moaned into his neck, kissing over the red bruises forming on his skin.
Fingers flexed on your thigh, keeping your leg pressed into your stomach. The only sound that filled the room were your sweet moans and his soft grunts and the slap slap of his dick burying into your cunt.
Alastor’s back muscles flexed as you raked a hand along his back, groaning as your nails left burning trails into his flesh.
”One more. You can give me one more can’t you darlin?” He asked huskily as he snapped his hips into yours.
Your body buzzed as your third orgasm approached. The pearl necklace that hung around your neck, bounced with your breasts as Alastor nipped at your neck. One of his hands crept up your chest to play with one of your nipples. Tugging and pinching the perk peak as your cunt clenched around him.
”I can’t wait to see you pregnant ma cher. All nice and round, carrying my child.”
A sharp pinch had you whining “These lovely tits of your full of milk god I can’t wait to taste it” his head shifted to your chest, his warm mouth taking the mound into his mouth. Teeth and tongue teased as his thrusts picked up pace.
”A-Al! Oh! Oh! P-Please!” You threw your head back in pleasure.
Alastor couldn’t help but let his twisted feelings take over, a hand wrapped around your throat, applying slight pressure as you whined.
He brought his face back to yours, nose brushing against yours as your swollen lips enticed him to suck and bite at them. He maneuvered both your thighs to be pressed against your stomach, giving him leverage to hammer into you soppy heat.
”You want me to give you a baby darlin? Hmm? Want me to fill the needy cunt of yours and spill my seed into you?”you moaned, eyes glazed with lust.
Alastor smirked “Use your words baby. C’mon” a harsh thrust made your toes curl.
”y-yes please please Alastor give me a baby!” You cried.
A wild look was in his eyes
“Oh ill give you all the babies you want. I’ve wanted to see you swollen with my child since our wedding day. You’ll look so pretty baby. All filled with my cum and swollen. Yeeesss what a lovely sight you’ll make”
His thumb worked tight circles on your clit as your back arched into him as your orgasm ripped through you. Alastor slammed his lips on yours to swallow the loud moan that tried to spill from your lips.
He grunted as his hips shuddered. Chasing his orgasm as he rode yours out. With a hiss, his dick twitched and soon warm cream painted your gummy walls.
With a sigh, he coaxed his tongue against yours as he gave you a few more soft thrusts.
Panting and flushed, your legs fell limp as he pulled out and smirked at the mess he had made of you. A white stream slowly pooling out of you.
Spent and feeling the blissful afterglow, you curled into the covers, wincing at the stickiness between your thighs. Alastor pulled you into his chest, kissing your forehead “normally Ill clean you up, but since were trying no need.” He brushed a curl out of your face as you began to fall asleep
”Alastor?” You said tiredly.
He hummed, as he ran his hand up and down your arm, admiring the red bruises on your neck and shoulder
”I love you”
He grinned as you dozed off.
”I love you too dear”
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Soooo what did you guys think??? Bit of a slow burn yes? we got a peak into what Alastor was doing hehehee
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ngl I was ranting to my friend about this but I think the worst part of becoming physically disabled for me is not the shock, not the pain or shitty doctors or rescheduling or confusion or fear, but the way people start fucking treating you.
I have had so many people, good people, people I’ve known for years, start treating me completely differently. And not in like an oh it’s awkward now and sometimes they ask dumb questions way. I mean they’ve started observing my every movement, trying to find some inconsistency and “catch me lying”, calling me out openly and accusing me of faking, trying to prove I’m not really disabled. More than one person who I know has done this.
I don’t know if abled people understand how insanely awful that is to do to someone. I don’t know what’s wrong with my body either, but I know what I can and can’t do. The idea that they know my body better than me is already shitty. Not only that, these people who I know and have known (often for years), are now telling me to my face that they think I’m the kind of person who would do something like faking a disability for attention. like are you fucking serious? Did you always think that low of me, or is it just because I’m a cripple now that you feel comfortable assuming that?
The main reason I’m avoiding getting a wheelchair even though my crutches aren’t working well for me anymore is because it will get worse. I can take most ableism, that attitude is not one I can take easily. It makes me nervous to exist in public, makes me nervous to do what’s right for my body.
Like, it’s disgusting, it pisses me the fuck off. How dare you treat me like I’m not a person anymore just because I’m disabled. And don’t pull that “well it’s hard for people to accept” bullshit. Shut up. You think that’s hard? I was a physically healthy person who went on walks everyday before this. Do you want to imagine being 17 in the middle of senior year and randomly losing that, and having no idea why, as it slowly progresses and doctors keep being useless? Does that sound awful to you? I bet it does- so then imagine you go through that, but the whole time your best friends and family are standing there and instead of supporting you, they’re obsessing over your movements and telling you to your face with no shame that they think you’re a lying attention seeking asshole. Imagine how terrible that would be. Imagine how betrayed you’d feel.
Idk, I wanna emphasize again that the people who do this are good people, because y’all seem to not want to acknowledge how normalized this treatment of disabled people is. You see it in media, comedy, conversation, everywhere. Abled people don’t want us to exist, so they accuse us of being fake and it seeps into everyone.
#vent#ableism#also if you’re able bodied at all *including nd* this doesn’t apply to you end of story thanks bye#Thinking about this makes me mad actually#cripple punk
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How do you tell the scammers apart when you're searching on twitter?
a usual (and the biggest) dead giveaway is when they refuse using PayPal goods & services. That’s the ONLY way you’ll get your money back in the result of an incident. the biggest scam i see now is people being like “im a minor im not allowed to use PayPal. only zelle and venmo” which. you’ll never see your money again. or just anyone who flat out refuses PayPal for any reason at all.
really study the proof they send. make sure it’s not blurry, everything is spelled correctly, the letters are centered how they’re supposed to be. someone sent me “proof” today and half of a word was bolded and they tried to play dumb when i called them out on it. immediate block. also if the only proof they send you is a screenshot of a ticket confirmation email, that’s not enough. ask to see screenshots of the tickets in their account. a screen recording or them leaving your chat and opening Ticketmaster.
someone who gets super pushy and mean when you ask for said extra proof. they’ll usually try to accuse YOU of being the scammer and trying to “steal their ticket proof”
and even IF they agree to PayPal (GOODS AND SERVICES ONLY. NOT FAMILY AND FRIENDS.) make sure the name on the account matches the name on their twitter or whatever platform y’all are on. none of this “oh it’s my *so and so’s* PayPal account” bullshit
someone advertising they’re selling tickets to multiple different dates or multiple different shows at the same time. it was hard enough getting real tickets for one show, but they’ve got tickets to seven different shows in five different cities? no.
also like just look at their account. when was it made? how many followers? did they JUST start tweeting about taylor like a week ago? it’s all very fishy.
literally trust no one until they give you a reason to trust them. scammers are RAPANT on every single platform (twitter & Facebook & reddit) so just trust your gut. if something feels off it probably is.
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Making my own post about it: proship discourse is fucking stupid and inconsequential until a 13 year old entering proship circles is being asked for nudes by someone twice their age. And in the future whenever that individual speaks up their story is dismissed as “made up” or “pushing a narrative” or that I’m “watering down” terminology like grooming or whatever. what have you. Not very “support victims” of you now is it.
It is a culture that by-nature actively shelters pedophiles in fandom spaces where they have access to victims under a guise of “stupid inconsequential discourse.” These things do not exist entirely in a vacuum.
And people argue that proshipping “has nothing to do with pedophilia” when the culture itself offers a shelter for some of the most vile people in online spaces. If it’s just a truly harmless fandom thing then why is the venn diagram between y’all and predators using fandom as a safe space a circle? And some of y’all are just teenagers making dumb choices and getting yourselves roped into grooming rings.
Proshippers also have a tendency to have a self righteous stick up their asses and it SHOWS — they yell “BLOCK AND MOVE ON” and then when someone does exactly that have a crying fit about it because “oh…… what did I do wrong……” When the other individual is just curating and enforcing their own boundaries.
I’ve had people say “Actshually ANTIS are the ones who groom and stalk and harass!” when I’ve. found absolutely 0 evidence of that. The only “harassment” I could ever find is someone just. Mildly critiquing them for basing their entire existence off of inconsequential fandom discourse or mentioning that they’re not comfortable interacting with them. It is some of the worst projection I’ve ever had the misfortune of seeing and I had to deal with my mother my whole life. Like y’all do realize how serious it is to accuse someone of these things right. Especially when it’s in response to someone speaking up about their actual lived experiences with the supposedly “safe for victims” crowd.
And I’m convinced that y’all are just mad because you were MILDLY CRITIQUED or someone expressed their discomfort with interacting with you. Every accusation is in fact a confession.
While this discourse is stupid and inconsequential it attracts people whose actions are in fact NOT inconsequential. I block people and move on but there is still a self righteous “woe is me” attitude that many of these people have a tendency to carry and I am. So fucking tired. It’s why I don’t ever talk openly about what happened to me because ✨ Sakura 🍖🌈 ✨ will tell me that I only made it up while screaming about how much they love and support and hashtag PROTECC the sweet cinnamwon rowll victims!
#grooming tw#ask to tag#anyways I am so fucking tired#the discourse is stupid and terminally online but there are very real horrible people being sheltered by it
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This whole situation with Saint getting continuously plagiarized is extremely unfair and I can only imagine she might have deactivated altogether.
One thing is certain:
Dawn, @lalunanymph, in no way plagiarized Saint.
I felt the need to make this post because @saintobio and @lalunanymph are both writers I look up to and that I respect a lot. Their writing really motivated me to write more for the JJK universe, so to see this clash and groundless accusations is really disheartening to see. As someone who read both Dawn’s Bewitched series and Saint’s Sincerely series, I can assure you 100% that there are very little similarities. Also, to accuse someone of copying another’s blog setup is ridiculous considering the amount of templates available here on tumblr for blogs to use, so you’re bound to find some blogs having similar looking themes and masterlists. Also, a lot, and I mean A LOT of fic writers get inspired by music so we’re bound to create playlists or include links to music in our fic descriptions or masterlists. This isn’t anything original or unique, it’s literally very overused, but we all do it anyway.
And to emphasize just how different these two works are, I’m going to be comparing and contrasting them. Spoilers ahead, duh.
Let’s start with the similarities:
Both are based on The Remarried Empress
Both involve love triangles(of sorts)
The premise of both is an arranged marriage
Both MCs come from well off families yet are quite humble
There’s another woman(there always another woman ffs)
Male leads both have some sort of mommy issues fueled even further by their shitty dads
Male leads really want an heir
Widowed Toji throwing massive shade at the male leads for not appreciating their living wives as they should
That’s literally about it. Deadass.
Now if you want me to into the differences, I totally can, and I will. I’m not going to go deeply into all the differences because this would be one hell of a long post, and we’d be here for quite some time. I’ll be focusing on the main points, or the ones I feel are important, anyway.
The differences consist of:
The Sincerely series is set in the modern era, whereas Bewitched is a historical AU, so both reference things respective to the time periods they’re set in.
Sincerely sees Satoru Gojou as its male lead, and Bewitched has Naoya Zenin as its male lead.
In the Sincerely series, Satoru and the MC were childhood sweethearts that drifted apart in adolescence, and in Bewitched Naoya and the MC had no prior connection with each other whatsoever and quite literally met at the alter.
In Bewitched, Naoya is a known womanizer and his affair involving a kitchen aid happened out of pettiness rather than love, as opposed to Satoru in Sincerely who was in love and had a secret relationship with one of his office workers prior to his marriage to the MC.
In Bewitched, the MC is very close with her mother, and in Sincerely, the MC’s mother passed away when she was quite young
The relationship the MC has with her mother in law in the Sincerely series is complex. In the first part of the series the mother in law adores MC, but due to certain events grows to despise the MC in the second part of the series. In Bewitched, MC’s mother in law has been deceased for quite some time so there’s no way of knowing what their relationship would be like, however it is alluded that the Zenin matriarch would have taken quite the liking to the MC considering she’s the daughter of one of her closest friends and former lady in waiting.
In Bewitched, the MC belongs to the Kamo family and only married Naoya in order for there to be a ceasefire between both of their clans and so that both can reap the benefits of the unified clans/territories. In the Sincerely series, the MC doesn’t hold ties to any pre-existing families from the Jujutsu Kaisen universe until her marriage to Satoru, and in the second series, her partnership/relationship to Toji Fushiguro.
In Bewitched, there is a lot of bloodshed between the families of the MC and Naoya. In Sincerely, the only bloodshed is the one following Satoru’s stepmother.
In Bewitched, MC eventually grows to love Naoya, whereas in Sincerely, the MC has always been fond of Satoru and the two had made childhood promises to marry someday.
In Sincerely, MC takes birth control to prevent pregnancy, as she does not want a child born into a loveless marriage. In Bewitched, the MC struggles to conceive and even fears she might be infertile and of “no use” to her husband.
As trivial as this difference seems, in Bewitched the MC becomes pregnant with twin sons and later on with a daughter, presumably, and in Sincerely, the MC only becomes pregnant with a singular son although Satoru strongly desires for them to have a daughter eventually.
Satoru isn’t as much of an asshole to the MC as Naoya, to be quite honest. At times, although rarely, Satoru demonstrated feelings of remorse and wistfulness when it came to his respective MC, and Naoya was more of a gradual self-realization of him being an asshole.
In Sincerely, it is evident Toji feels some sort of way towards the MC, which eventually does blossom further into the second part of the series. In Bewitched, he functions more as a confidant for the MC and conscience for Naoya.
In Bewitched, Naoya and the MC learn to make their relationship work and develop together and as individuals, but unfortunately, in the Sincerely series, this is not the case for Satoru and the MC.
The list literally continues
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Everyday I hate Twitter more and more
#dumb bitches calling philza ableist#Wilbur DOESNT even fully know if he is neurodivergent you dumbasses#you can’t call philza ableist when he’s not fucking talking about a neurodivergent person#and yeah sometimes the way things are worded can be confusing and people struggle with tones#but don’t make stupid shitty accusations you fuckin assumes jfc#and no this isn’t just me speaking out of my ass because so many neurodivergent people have said the same#but like my god y’all will find any reason to hate#just because#jfc
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devotion (ROYAL AU) — pt.1 : realization.
Butler! Diluc X GN!Reader . Royal! childe (as supporting character), butler! Kaeya (supporting cast ; in pt2 story line)
contains : heavy angst, comfort/hurt, isolation, arranged marriage, major character death, mentions of blood, injuries, execution, abusive relationship, abandonment, ‘consumption’, false accusation, blades
summaries : arranged marriage has always been one of your family ruthless tradition. You were allowed to love them you couldn’t reach, yet the feeling of being abandoned once and for all by those who you truly treasured was more than numbness could ever describe. Diluc who’s your lover need to accept this tradition, yet he, himself need to get his life down for your future sake.
A/N : thank you for 100 followers!! It has been a wild ride since i’ve just joined this community. Thank you very much and as a rewards, here’s a token of heavy angst for y’all. I have a really bad writing block right now, so this might took more than you think hehe. So once again, thank you very much! ( i actually hate this, tyvm)
“Your majesty…please allow me to hold y—“
“No. I simply do not have time for people pleaser, please let yourself be out from here..” , you cursed your future-husband out of from your bounties. It startled all of the maids and butlers in your room, it even make your somewhat-fiancé looked awful. You were pissed by him, by the structure of his eyelids, the heavy breathe from who-knows-where and many more part of him you don’t even want to recognize.
There’s no reason to deny that you hate this, all of this, Known as the maiden of the family, you were nothing but their only pry. It pissed you, it really does. How come you are holding the throne at the age of 25? Aren’t you supposed to check your garden instead taking all of your well-behave throne and the awful arranged marriage your family has made? No? What an unlucky person you are, the butlers thought.
“Diluc please guide master tartaglia to the upfront door, i have no intention to see him now. If you already had brought him downstairs, get back to my resident immediately.”
“this is the main reason why everyone despis—“
“Please leave Immediately. My master have no further interest to speak with you, master tartaglia.” Diluc shouted your internal response to the group of scums in front of your sight. He heard enough of this small talk your future-husband has been talking about. Diluc wasn’t jealous, he was simply too disturbed with your disgusted face everytime tartaglia walks around your residence. just how much pressured you had been under to make you act so ruthless in front of the man you’ll called husband in no time?
he silently observing him down the hall. Not wanting to have a talk with a scum like him, he avoid any sights of his ‘particular’ interest. After all, in his eyes, tartaglia doesn’t deserve any part of you. He acts too normally, there diluc suspicion of your fiancé grown. There must be something behind his motive. Tartaglia have recognize diluc’s gaze for a while now. Though, he pretend none of those bothering suspicion triggered his rage. And so, he fired him up with a quick straightforward awareness. Or as the citizen say, A threat.
“mr. Butler..stop loving my future partner or tomorrow you’ll have the consequences..got it? And do not touch them..i’ve warned you when you were alive, i like my future partner to be a virgin ins—“
“master tartaglia i have no relationship with the majesty, how come you assume such a thing from a humble butler like me? I was just simply following orders, hope you could understand, master tartaglia.” , answering his rage. Tartaglia found his emotion drains wild. It look like those bothering emotions he hide finally show diluc their true intention to spoiled you. Diluc’s eyes met your fiancé terrifying visions, the murderous aura in it explains his true intention. Diluc could only plea inside, let my majesty be safe.
“don’t you dare say anything to your master, mr butler. My partner has been mine all along, stay away from our relationship or tomorrow would be your last day…”
“Though, i simply wouldn’t mind, ajax.” , he gurantees tartaglia’s eyes.
The night came. the breeze flew through your open windows, leaving chills through your spine. it was an unsurprisingly beautiful night, you quoted. Diluc was preparing your bed, as you humm through the southed area of your room. The melodical sound of your humming have always soothes his grudge from afar. It was always been his favorite sound.
“ your majesty, the bed has been done. You may rest peacefully now..so please excuse m—“
“Diluc…stop making it seems like i’m the only one who loved you..just stay here, i missed you a lot..” , in a sudden your arm was attached to his body, his dirty and ordinary body. You embraced him so tightly, as if diluc were going to some place you wouldn’t want him to cross. You were scared of losing him. You don’t want any of this marriage, you don’t want tartaglia to even acknowledge your presence. You just want diluc to stay by your side, even if you both have considered how selfish it is.
You clunge onto his chest, pressing gentle kiss on his cheeks. Not wanting him to leave nor to leave you behind. So desperate of you to feel this way.
“you’ve been doing great darling,i’m proud of you..”
“please stay like this for a while, i love you. So please, don’t go..don’t go..” , diluc watch your flattering smile turns into a small-sobs, it cracks him, he doesn’t want to let you go either. He was simply following your fiancé awareness, he doesn’t want anyone to harm you, even if it meant for you to see him in agony. Diluc Carries your figure into your bed in return, not wanting to bare any of his emotions. Feelings are fragile and so do he. giving soft and gentle kisses to your forehead as he wiped your tears, whispering a ‘goodnight’ before he left you again. If he was being honest, he wants to be more selfish, he wants to be with you, forever.
“hmm..i’ll be waiting for you, goodnight my beloved..”
“What’s with the inconvenience…?” The loud atmosphere greet you with chills. What time is it? You don’t even know. All you know is the sunrise have yet to grown out from the wave of the clouds. but why must all of your maids gather themself on your room, something important? But why must them gather at the edge of dusk..? Did your mother fucked up again? But actually, what happened?
At the same time, you mumbled a form of question. Where’s diluc? You asked yourself.
“Y-Your majesty! d-diluc have now been courted by the queen, i-i don’t know what happened but please stay put i shall help you! Yes! I-i—“ courted? In sudden, you dropped your glasses. The broken piece of the glasses shard scarred your leg. It was painful, but you didn’t care. The blood shed of your scars leave the carpet of your resident turn into a red motives of blood. What did diluc do to make himself courted by your own mother? All he did was to love me, mother. The maid beside you were in all panics, trying to brag your arm from leaving the room. Although you declined the embrace of it, you were still running in pain, it made the maids panics turn into vomits.
Rushing through the open corridor of your resident in sweats and blood shed, You found diluc. His hands tied with a rope, a slight red bruises covered his face. He was Courted by your mother because of an unknown letter that has been sent to the queen herself, it was dumb for her to court an innocent person like him. Though, at last, you found yourself screaming his name. The pain which hold onto your consciousness leave your body in a second. diluc was aware of this, Everything. His hands wanted to touch you and lead you to rest. but he couldn’t, the execution would be in front of his eyes in no time.
“you did harm my child don’t you? Look at those blood on their legs! How come a butler like you harmed my precious child..?! They are unconscious because of you filthy butler. Know your degree, h—“
“you abuse them, your highness. You abuse them, ever since their father die, you abandoned them and break them to pieces. How come you only care about them dying when their time to hold the throne came? They were dying because of you, those consumption they witness are all because of you. And you dare to tell me what to do when all i did was just to love them?!” He quoted every single words you wish you could say to your mothers face. You wished you have the audacity to tell her the truth, yet your weak body refuse it’s urge to make diluc out of the execution lines. I’m sorry, i’m really sorry.
silence fill the room. You were laying in pain, as you heard diluc’s defense and your mother’s lies. You realized once more, you were nothing to them. Just a pry for the throne. none of the guards have pitied you either, they are too focused on never-letting diluc’s eyes or hands meet your figure in this state of time. Those scarred glasses on your legs have made you lose too-many bloods, it scared diluc. After all, as a lover he is, he has devoted himself to protect you in all cost. let them be safe and take me away. It’s his last hope for you to stay awake for him.
“no execution needed. I have no reason to pay attention to fools like you. so isolation it is. This is all because of you, my child is dying and you’re the one at fault. Noticed how they haven’t even called your name again? They died because your lack of responsibility.” , spitting her mucus in diluc’s knees. You could barely saw diluc chills which you usually saw in his eyes. He’s about to cry..you think.
“Guards, please take my child away and let them rest in their bed. And so for this butler, put him in the isolation room, make sure to let him eat only once in a day, understood? Ah..don’t let my child see him, i don’t want them to see an abuser like him crawling out their life’s on my window.” , orders from your mother are none to first. They couldn’t be disobey and you understand them. You understand how ruthless it is, you understand it. But why must diluc? Why him? You saw the sight of him, blades are all over his neck. For what reason actually? To let him never see you again.
carried by the guards to your room and diluc was gone from your vision. He is not wrong, your highness. So why must those who loved me left my side, mother? Why won’t these bruises you add to my flawless skin never leave me? Is it because i’m a procession of your own sin? It was a cursed to fall in love with those you could barely reach.
PART 2 : COMING SOON
this is shitty, really shitty in fact. Though, thank you very much for reading this. Part 2 will come soon, if i had some energy to write the readers mother personality without getting pissed off. But anyways, see y’all soon at part 2 <3
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tell me
(skate rat) miyas x fem!reader | w.c 1.6k
a/n: ok look i’m no brother fucker on main, but the lewding potential post-show me was too delicious, and if i’m not an opportunistic whore... so here it is the pt 2 y’all keep screaming about that i actually started writing no more than two hrs after posting show me bc i have no self control
another big thankies to @sugardaddykenma for giving this a read over big fat wet besitos for u
18+ university | please read ALL warnings
warnings: INCEST full on (i’m sorry god), dubcon/noncon elements, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification (lowkey), degradation, manipulation, a dash of gaslighting, a bit of humiliation, virginity loss (mentioned), crybaby!reader, little bit of mind break, reader is tired + slurs words a bit
just...them taking advantage of dumb reader
read show me first! (not necessary but appreciated + it would make more sense to do so) NOW with the third part make me !!
One hour, twenty-six minutes and who knows how many seconds have gone by since your brothers have decided to go into an entire good cop, bad cop tirade.
Their words barely making a dent in your mind as a soreness settles in your bones, the added discomfort of a mixture of sweat, saliva and cum drying on your skin with the debauched feeling of Kita’s cum dripping from your sore cunt keeping your mind thoroughly distracted.
“You’re never gonna see him again.” Atsumu-nii barks out.
“It’s better that way.” Osamu-nii adds gently.
“In fact he’s dead next time we see him.”
“Yeah, very much dead.”
“We told him to stay away from you, fuck.” Atsumu flops down beside you, Osamu follows sitting on your other side.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” You mumble, regretting your words the second you see the look in your brothers’ eyes.
“Not that big a deal?” Atsumu’s voice is no more than a low growl as he rises, eyes narrowing at the statement. “Kita’s a fucking bastard and you just let him between your legs like it was nothing. Are you stupid?”
Your eyes widen at the accusation as you scoot away from him, drawing your knees to your chest, letting your eyes fall to the rumpled blankets surrounding you.
“You let him cum inside you?” A gasp falls from your lips, embarrassment scorches through you as you realize the way your bare cunt is exposed by the way you’re sitting. You immediately shoot back, slamming into Osamu as you squeeze your legs shut, dread filling your lungs as Atsumu crawls forward.
“Our little sister really is dumb. Is that what you’ve been up to while you’re away?” He’s always been faster than you, proven by how his fingers are already around your wrist, yanking you towards him. You know that struggling is a moot point, he’s bigger and faster and so much stronger. But you can’t help but wiggle around, barely able to make him budge even a centimeter.
“No! That was my first...” you bite your tongue as Atsumu crosses his legs and seats you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest as he snakes an arm around your waist. He rests his chin atop your head, a thoughtful hum vibrating in his chest against you.
“Hear that Samu?” Atsumu squeezes you tightly as your eyes frantically dart around Osamu’s features, silently begging for him to free you from this situation.
“Yeah Tsumu, she really gave up her virginity to Kita.”
“Like an idiot.” They muse in unison.
“I- but-”
“But nothing. Now your nii-chan’s need to clean you up. Stupid little girl.” He mutters against your hair, smoothing his hands over your thighs, spreading them apart more and more. Stretching them until they’re caught by his knees, rendering you helplessly exposed.
“Umm.” Your legs twitch, the position all too embarrassing, the powerlessness of it parallel to when you were being held by Kita. Taboo, the position screams.
“It’s okay, dumb girls like you make mistakes all the time,” Osamu smiles gently, shifting over to lift the hem of your shirt, handing it to Atsumu keeping it pinned just above your belly button, “that’s why you have us.”
Confusion swirls as you watch your older brother's fingers disappear into his mouth, eyes watching as his tongue flicks over the digits, retracting them slowly.
“Ah! Wait!” You yelp out as he pushes his index and middle fingers past your puffy hole, a stinging pleasure making the taut muscles of your thighs twitch. Atsumu lets out another low laugh, steadying your legs, forcing you to keep still as Osamu continues to prod further. The blunt ends of his fingers pressing and dragging against the sore gummy walls.
“Too much, too much.” You gasp as Osamu’s fingers dig further into your cunt, shaking as you feel the tips of fingers brush against your cervix. Fat tears begin to roll down your face as you press harder back into Atsumu, as if you could find escape in the rigid planes of his body.
His fingers continue to twist and scour, the sensation is all too overwhelming, making your throat tighten as you make futile attempts at clamping your legs shut, only making Atsumu snicker above you. You watch with panting breaths as Osamu finally draws out his fingers, covered in the milky white slick, evidence of the sins you committed just a few hours before.
“What a sloppy cunt, you really let him make a whore of you huh?” Atsumu bites, the words cut into you, the betrayal in his voice making your throat tighten further. You can only manage to choke out a broken sob of a denial as Osamu brings his fingers against your lips.
“Say ‘ah’.” You shake your head frantically, face quickly being caught in Osamu’s other hand.
“Don’t be difficult, we’re helping you.” Disappointment, the disappointment crumbles what little fighting spirit you had in the first place, you can’t stop the tears from falling as you let Osamu slip slicked fingers into your mouth. Lazily you swirl your tongue around them, exhaustion starting to sweep over you.
“All good?” Atsumu asks as Osamu pulls his digits from your mouth, smiling proudly at you.
“Let me make sure.” He lowers himself more onto the bed, bringing him face to face to your dripping cunny, he plants a hand against the taut muscle of your thigh, staring so intently at your twitching hole. “So fuckin messy.” It’s the closest to warning you get as he pushes his fingers back in, the yelp you let out sounding pitiful even to you.
“We shouldn’t, d-do this.” You grip at Osamu’s arm, but it’s as if each tug you make has no effect. There isn’t a purpose to his motions, his fingers pumping in and out of you with reckless abandon, the wet, lewd sounds filling the room.
“‘M just helping you.” Osamu breathes out, hot breath fanning over your sensitive cunt. With each push of his fingers you feel as though your whole body has been thrown under an unwavering waterfall, every stroke of his fingers feeling like the ruthless waters beating down on you.
“Yeah, you’re the idiot who went and fucked Kita Shinsuke of all people.” Atsumu chides, running a hand across your belly, lips tickling the shell of your ear. He pulls one of your hands off of Osamu, intertwining your fingers, securing your hand against your heaving chest.
“M’Not an idiot.” Your panting whines swirling with the soft wet clicking made by his digits in your cunt punctuating your shame, your words weakly slurred together. “Samu-nii n-n’more.”
“Hm? What was that?” He teases his ring finger against your entrance, viciously scissoring his index and middle, making your body stiffen, the pain of overstimulation surging violently chased with flecks of pleasure.
“Pretty sure she said more Samu.” Atsumu goads, slipping his other hand underneath your shirt to massage your tender breasts, the endless waves of exhaustion leaving you unable to deny yourself melting in his hold.
“More it is.” Without the slightest of stutters in his motions he stuffs in his ring finger, forcing your back to arch at the sting, the throbbing of your cunny is gut wrenching but the delicious curl of Osamu’s fingers is undeniable.
“Shlow down.” Your tongue feels thick in your mouth, head lolling back, knocking into Atsumu’s chin as you stare down with blurry vision at Osamu’s fingers disappearing into your wet heat.
“Think our little dummy means speed up, right sis? You wouldn’t want Samu to miss any leftover cum from your little slut stunt.”
“I-I don’t?” You mumble, trying to crane your head to meet Atsumu’s gaze, the disconnect of his words is disorienting as you continue to slip into worn out haze.
“Of course not, that’s what we’ve been telling you.” He releases your hand in favor of sliding his hand up to grip at your jaw, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. “Hey Samu I think you can fit a fourth.”
“Yeah, me too.” Atsumu presses your head against his, leaving the two of you cheek to cheek as your eyes widen at the sight of your brother’s pinky swiping besides your entrance.
“Won’t fit.”
“It will.” Osamu looks up at you, the familiar lazy half smile almost comforting as he begins to work his fourth finger into your thoroughly abused cunt. A jolt of biting pain mottled with bliss erupts through you. The feeling of being utterly stuffed, pushed past whatever limits you had, leaving you unable to even focus your eyes or make sense of whatever Atsumu whispers against you.
The entirety of your body feels like an exposed nerve, as if you’ve been left out in the sun too long, simultaneously hyper aware and numb of all the little touches and strokes across your flesh. You can feel Osamu steadily pick up the pace with each thrust of his fingers, each stroke as if he’s trying to dig deeper, as if he’s trying to make your cunny memorize the shape of each finger.
“Tsu-tsumu-niii, I thiiink…” Whatever comment you had is lost in your throat, the tiniest caress of Osamu’s thumb against your clit has your mind going blank, the entirety of your body coiling tightly, a mangled whine preempting the feeling of yourself gushing around Osamu’s fingers. Your body spasms, held tightly in Atsumu’s arms as you squeal out at Osamu unwilling to relent his movements, continuing to piston his fingers with reckless abandon.
“Enough, Ssamu enough.” Your vision goes spotty, watching with jagged breaths as he gradually withdraws. You spiral into unconsciousness one last shiver wracking through you as you watch him bring his fingers up to his lips, licking a stripe up his coated fingers. A dastardly grin the last thing you see as you black out.
#this work contains INCEST + NONCON elements#DO NOT READ IF U R NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THIS#save us both the time and effort and block me if you hate this content#if u want it to a mutual block lemme know#now that i have posted this i'm actually gonna go pray the rosary#here's ur part 2 whores#miki writes#tw noncon#tw incest#tw dubcon#tw virginity#tw degradation#tw humiliation#tw gaslighting#tw manipulation#tw dumbification#tw mindbreak#tw overstimulation
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High expectations - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader
Pairing: Alive!Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader.
Word count: +3,4k
Warnings: meh just a few curse words, and a lot of fluff.
A/N: Because I love to push the deadlines, this is my entry/submission for @cherrymaybank Valentine’s Day challenge! Hope y’all like it.
Edited by: @theamazingtomholland
MASTERLIST
I closed my locker with a little more force than needed, and I cringed at the loud noise it made on the empty halls. Most of the students already gone, just a few lingering around the school. Who wanted to spend more time than necessary in school on a Monday?
“Why are you so angry?” Luke’s voice startled me. Leaning next to my locker with a grin on his face, he handed me my water bottle, “you left it in the library.”
“Thanks,” I smiled at him and adjusted the backpack strap on my shoulder. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah,” he tugged on my backpack strap, making it fall down my arm, so he could snatch it and throw it over his shoulder, “I have band practice, do you wanna come?”
“I have a lot of homework, Luke,” I replied, matching his pace while we made our way out of the building and towards his car, “maybe next time.”
“You always say that but never come,” he accused me, unlocking the car and throwing our stuff in the backseat.
“It’s not my fault that you don’t do your homework,” I joked and stuck my tongue out at the shocked look he gave me.
“Oh shut up, I do my homework at night,” Luke started the car, and the careless look on his face, while he reversed the car with only one hand on the steering wheels, made the butterflies on my stomach flutter. “What are you doing on Sunday anyway?”
“Uh, I don’t know?” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “should I have plans?”
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he stated, and then the realization hit me.
“Oh,” I murmured, “I’m just gonna stay at home. You know I’m not seeing anyone.”
“You stayed at home last year, Y/N,” he pondered without taking his gaze out of the road, “and the year before.”
“So it’s my fault I happen to be single around Valentine’s Day season?” I countered getting a little annoyed at him.
“I’m not saying that,” Luke scoffed, “I was just thinking about the fact that you’ve never celebrated the holiday.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I shrugged and looked out of the window.
It really wasn’t a big deal for me, especially since I never felt the need to spoil the people I love on a specific day because I did that all the time. And it just happened to be a coincidence that all my past relationships either ended before the holiday or started after it. Not that my relationships were even that long because somehow guys always found an excuse to dump me after a few months. And if I was being honest, I was fine with it because I didn’t like any of those guys half as much as I liked the boy sitting beside me.
“It is a big deal for me,” Luke commented as he stopped the car in front of my house, “I can’t let my favorite girl just go around life without a real experience of how you’re supposed to be treated on Valentine’s Day.”
“So what,” I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned around to give him a stern look, “are you gonna set me up with some random dude, so I can spend Valentine’s Day with someone and not at home?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Luke met my eyes with the biggest smile on his face as if he just had the best idea in the world, “I know you wouldn’t be comfortable around some random dude, but what if I give you the best Valentine’s Day, so you know what to expect next time you date a guy.”
As soon as those words left his mouth I felt like someone threw a bucket full of cold water over me. How could I tell him why this was the worst idea ever and that he’d only manage to hurt me because I was in love with him and fake dating him would only crush my heart? It’d be like getting to taste a piece of heaven and then being exiled.
“Luke, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” I told him, feeling my throat tight out of pure nervousness.
“Why not?” he huffed and started tapping his finger on the steering wheel, “I don’t have a date either, and we’re just gonna spend the day together, we do it all the time.”
“I can’t say no, can I?”
“Not this time, babe,” he winked at me and rolled my eyes.
“You’re a pain in the ass,” I groaned before reaching for my backpack before opening the door and getting out of the car.
“You know you love me,” I heard him say before I closed the door. And he was right.
I waved him goodbye and opened the front door to my house, knowing that Luke wouldn’t leave until he saw me get inside. Those small gestures like waiting for me till I get inside before leaving in case I forgot my keys, or I saw something strange before going in, made me fall more each day for him.
He didn’t have to care so much and go out of his way to help me if I needed a hand, but he did, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. He was such a great friend and that was the only reason I kept my feelings for him a secret. I couldn’t risk losing his friendship.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket and when I read the message I felt the blood leave my face.
Alex: what did u do???
Y/N: Nothing??? why
Alex: Luke got to the studio acting like he just drank 5 red bulls
Y/N: not my fault
I plopped down on my bed and grabbed the closest pillow, so I could scream in it without my neighbor thinking I was crazy. There was no way this was gonna end well for me and I knew I couldn’t make Luke change his mind.
I furrowed my eyebrows when a folded piece of paper fell to the floor as I took the textbook I needed for my next class. I picked up and put it in my back pocket, I was late for class and the last thing I needed was to risk getting detention for being late once again.
“Just in time, mister Patterson,” I heard the teacher say, and I lifted my head to see Luke giving her one of his charming smiles and then heading to his seat right behind me.
“You’re late,” I whispered without turning my head to see him, I knew he was listening.
“Yeah, I know,” he murmured, and I noticed a hint of disappointment in his voice, “I was waiting for someone.”
“Oh,” I let out in a breath. That’s all I can say before the teacher starts her lesson and I decide to pay attention. After all, Luke’s the one that can get away from trouble with a smile, not me.
I shifted in my seat, bored out of my mind while the woman kept talking about how we need to use the formula written on the board when I remember the folded piece of paper tucked away in my pocket. I reached for it, trying not to let Luke see what I was doing and trying to cover it with the sleeve of my hoodie, even though he was sitting right behind me.
The handwriting was so distinctive I knew who wrote it as soon as I read the first word on the piece of paper. And after years of deciphering his handwriting, reading the lyrics to his songs, and passing notes during class, made it so much easier to understand it.
I was thinking of a way to start the whole Valentine’s Day plan, and I concluded that since we’re not dating, we’re gonna be celebrating the real meaning behind the holiday. And that’s love.
I fucking love you, you know that right Angel?
You’ve been my friend for so many years and I can’t be more grateful for all the support and love you give me without thinking twice. And that you put up with my shit, I know I’m a lot.
So I promise this week is gonna be my mission to show you how grateful I am for having you in my life, starting today.
I’ll be waiting for you at the library before classes start. I got you a surprise.
-Luke aka Major pain in the ass.
Luke was waiting for me, that’s why he was almost late for our class. And I didn’t show up because I couldn’t stop for half a minute to read the note. God, I was so dumb. He was putting so much effort into giving me the best experience, and I already messed up on day one.
I turned around quickly, enough time to notice the frown between his eyebrows and the sad expression on his face. I wanted to bury myself. How could I be so dumb?
I traced the word Angel with my fingertip and smiled at the nickname he gave me when we were kids. Luke fell off the swing and I leaned over him to see if he was okay, just to hear him say “Am I dead or is that an angel?”. Even now I still could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks whenever I remembered how he came up with the nickname.
“Make sure you study,” the teacher warns us, “we might have a quiz in the next class.”
As soon as she said that I started shoving my things inside my backpack because I knew Luke would storm out of the classroom the second our teacher let us leave. I stood him up, and I couldn’t even imagine how hurt he felt.
“Luke wait!” I called trying to match his long strides, pushing past the students in the hallways.
“Hey,” he said, slowing down a bit but not bothering to look in my direction, “you need something?”
“Luke, I’m sorry,” I apologized, grabbing his arm to make him stop and look at me, “I didn’t read the note until a few minutes before the class finished. I’d have shown up if I read it right away.”
“If you don’t want me to do this, just say it,” Luke said, and I shook my head showing him my disagreement.
“No, I mean it,” I let my hand fall from his arm and I grabbed his hand, locking our pinkies together, “I promise.”
“Good, because you’re gonna have to wait till tomorrow for your next surprise,” he smiled and squeezed lightly our fingers before letting go.
“What about today’s surprise?” I questioned.
“It was a coffee from your favorite coffee place and some donuts,��� he replied, putting his hand on the small of my back and pushing me to keep walking, “once I realized you weren’t coming I gave it to Betty. You know I hate when food goes to waste.”
“Oh, well,” I murmured slightly disappointed because I didn’t get to have my favorite coffee, but with a warm feeling inside because he remembered the place I liked even when we didn’t go together that often, “we can grab lunch off-campus, my treat.”
“But I drive, right?”
“Unless you give me your keys and I drive,” I wiggled my eyebrows and laughed at the frightened expression on his face.
“No way, I’d like to live,” I snorted at his comment, “no offense, Angel, but you drive like shit.”
“I’m not that bad,” I complained, and I knew my cheeks were blushing.
“Sure, whatever you say, Y/N,” he laughed.
By Thursday, I had a bunch of notes sprawled in my bed, Luke’s messy handwriting bright in every single one of them. He made sure to hide a note in my locker whenever I had to change my textbooks and after the disaster that was the first note he left me, I made sure to read them as soon as I found them. Most of them were just jokes, song lyrics we both loved, but my favorites were those that had memories of moments we had lived together.
Remember the first song I learned how to play, and I was so excited to show you, and when you came over I got so nervous that I forgot not only the chords but also the lyrics, but you sat there with me and told me not to worry while I searched again for the tabs. You have so much faith in me, it really makes me want to do better. You make me better.
My chest was heavy with mixed emotions. On one side I was over the moon with every single small gift and note he gave, but I couldn’t help but dread the weekend, knowing that once Valentine’s Day is over, my bubble would burst, and I’d be left with the sour feeling of knowing how amazing Luke could be as a boyfriend but with zero chances to have him as more than a friend.
I grabbed the small gift and put it in my backpack, waiting for Luke to come and pick me up. Friday came faster than I wanted and felt my whole body tense. Valentine’s Day was two days away, and I wasn’t ready for this to end.
“Morning, Angel,” I heard Luke say when I opened the passenger door.
“Morning, Lucas,” I said and smiled at his groan. He hated it when I called him like that.
“I brought you coffee, but you don’t deserve it,” he commented, and I looked at him with my best puppy eyes, “that’s not gonna work on me, Y/N”
“Please,” I batted my eyelashes and I swear I saw him gulp. He rolled his eyes and handed me the coffee cup he was holding, “You’re the best.”
“Of course I am,” he winked at me and started the car.
As soon as we entered the building, Luke told me he’d meet me in my locker and then left without another word.
“Where’s Luke?” Alex’s voice startled me and almost made me drop my phone.
“I don’t know, he said he’d meet me here,” I replied and furrowed my brows when he shot me a confused look, “what?”
“Nothing, I thought I’d find him here since he’s been glued to your hip this week.”
“Oh shut up,” I laughed.
“I’m gonna go and see if I can find him with Reggie,” he pointed to the hallway and I nodded, “see you in a bit.”
I checked the hour on my phone one last time and sighed when I saw a girl walking with a rose in her hand.
“All done,” I got startled for the second time that morning and I closed my locker to see Luke standing next to me with a small box in his hand, “last gift before Valentine’s Day.”
“I got you one too,” I said with a soft smile, “you want it now?”
“Now, obviously,” he answered with a grin.
I opened my backpack and fumbled with a few things before finding the small gift. I watched Luke’s smile widen when he saw the guitar strings pack inside.
“Did you like it?” I asked just to hear him say it because the smile on his face gave away the answer.
“And you got me new guitars picks!” I laughed when he threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly, “I love it, thank you.”
His smile was on my mind all day, I loved to see him so happy about something I gave him. Shit, I loved him and that was it.
When the last bell rang announcing the end of the school day, Luke was already waiting for me by my locker with a single rose in his hand.
“I knew you’d hate me if I made you walk around with a rose, but I still wanted to give you one,” he mentioned with a shy smile, “you didn’t tell me if you liked the gift, by the way.”
“Oh, shit,” I murmured hurrying to find the small box I put in my backpack, “I forgot to open it.”
He waited patiently for me to open the small box and I looked at him in pure confusion. I knew that was his keychain.
“I don’t understand,” I mumbled, tracing the metallic guitar pick with his initials engraved in it, a gift I gave him last Christmas.
“We’re having a movie night on Sunday,” he explained, and I could notice the nervousness in his voice, “like the old days.”
The fact that Luke was giving me the best Valentine’s Day experience without even dating, and keeping in mind the things I liked or hated, made me realize there was no way another boy would ever come close to the expectations he was setting.
When we were kids, we used to build a fort in front of the TV, so we could watch movies there, but we’d always spend too much time building the fort and by the time we were done with it, we’d be too tired to watch the movie, and that meant falling asleep within the first ten minutes of the movie. Now that we were older, I didn’t know what to expect.
That's why when I unlocked Luke’s front door on Sunday, I felt my hands trembling and my heart pounding.
“Luke?” I called out.
“Living room!” he yelled in response.
The lights were dimmed, and I smiled when I saw the fort made of blankets in the middle of the room. At least that meant we wouldn’t be passing out before the movie started.
“You ready?” he asked, and I nodded, following him and making myself comfortable between the pillows.
“You did a nice job here, Luke” I complimented, admiring the effort he put into everything to give me such a good experience.
“I think building blanket forts is my real calling,” he joked.
“Oh, you definitely got better at it,” I bantered, and he pushed me lightly.
“Shut up,” Luke chuckled and pressed play to start the movie.
I didn’t pay attention to the movie playing in front of us, too distracted by his closeness, the heat irradiating from his body making me well aware of the boy next to me. And the fact that he had one arm over my shoulders didn’t help at all.
“Can I tell you something?” I wondered while keeping my voice just above a whisper.
“Sure,” he said with his gaze fixed on the screen.
“You just set the bar way too high for the next guy I date,” I confessed hoping he’d turned around to look at me. The lights were dancing in his face, and my heart skipped a beat when I caught the glimpse of a smile on his face.
“Yeah, I guess I did,” he whispered and my breath got caught up in my throat when he turned to look at me, “but that means I’ll have to do better next year.”
I blinked once, twice, and a third time, trying to process the words that came out of his mouth. What did he say?
“What?” I blurted out. Luke pulled a strand of my hair playfully and smiled at me.
“Did you really think I’d put all this effort just because you’ve never got to celebrate Valentine’s Day before?” he questioned with a smug look on his face. I didn’t know how to respond, and he took my silence as a signal for him to keep talking, “I was hoping you’d realize by now that I want to be your next Valentine.”
“Fuck you, Luke. This isn’t funny,” I scoffed at him, not believing a single word. He was joking, right?
“You’re really slow for someone as smart as you, you know?” Luke affirmed.
I could feel his breath fanning over my face and when he noticed I didn’t move away after he traced my jaw with his thumb, he closed the distance between us. His lips soft over mine, wandering in unknown territory for both of us. Luke nibbled on my lip with a tenderness I never thought he had in him, persuading me to let him in.
I let out a deep sigh when he pulled away and didn’t waste time pressing our lips together one more time. Hell, he could be my Valentine for the rest of our lives if he wanted to.
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The Bet
Chapter 2 - Fake Love
JJ Maybank x Reader
Warnings: swearing, lil tiny angst, mentions of drug abuse, mentions of sex & JJ and Rafe being assholes :,)
Word count: 2.4k
Summary: John B bets JJ that he can’t get kook princess Y/N Y/L/N to fall in love with him and not one to turn down a challenge JJ takes the bet unaware of the repercussions it would have.
(A/N): Guuuys i’m so overwhelmed with the positive responses the first part got, i love y’all so fucking much,, thank you for all your comments and messages it means the world<33
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You felt yourself rolling your eyes as you listened to Sarah’s ramblings about how stupid it had been of you to agree to go out with someone like JJ.
The two of you had stayed over at her house after the party and the morning after you had spilled the beans about your encounter with JJ, although you’d been more hesitant about the date part of it.
“You’re an idiot if you think he won’t play you, he’s cheated on every single girl he’s ever been with Y/N!” Sarah exclaimed eyebrows raising at you as you groaned falling back onto her mattress “I don’t know he seemed- different when it was just the two of us, maybe he just doesn’t want people to know the real him” you cringed at the last part of your sentence knowing how dumb you probably sounded.
“Oh come on Y/N you should know better by now” Sarah spoke referring to your previous mess of a relationship, her words hurt, she knew you’d had a tough time ever since it ended but you were careful not to show it.
Rafe Cameron, her brother had been the boy who held your heart for over two years, but in the end he’d basically crushed it with his bare hands, started doing drugs, lying to you, and even going as far as to sleep with one of your best friends.
“You can’t seriously be comparing Rafe to JJ, you don’t even know him!” you argued “neither do you Y/N!” you didn’t know how to respond as you looked back up at her a frown replacing the previous smile your lips had held.
“It’s just one date S and if he acts like an ass I won’t see him again” you tried to convince her “fine Y/N but just know that I warned you” she spoke a hint of annoyance in her tone.
Later in the evening you found yourself sitting opposite the guy who’d broken many hearts of his own and you although you hated to admit it, you were having a good time. He hadn’t made one inappropriate comment or sexual innuendo the entire date much to your surprise, he’d actually been a real gentleman.
So as you both stood outside your house parting ways, he decided it was time to make his first move, earn your trust. “So you still want me to leave you alone?” his eyes met yours as you feigned a thinking face humming as your fingers went up to rub your chin “well i’ve got to admit you’re not that bad” he seemed pleasantly surprised at your words taking one step closer to you causing you to almost involuntarily take one step back, the wall behind you halting your movements.
“Not that bad, huh?” his breath fanned your face as his fingers came up to place a small lock of hair behind your ear. “I had a good time tonight” he hummed his lustful eyes meeting yours, searching for permission to take things a step further “me too” you whispered lips inches away from his.
You felt your breath getting caught in your throat as he closed the space between the pair of you, lips melting into his you felt butterflies fill your stomach as his hands found your waist, the kiss was short and as you inched back away from him you smiled pecking him one more time before turning around and making your way up your driveway.
“Wait! When will I see you again?” he yelled after you, you swiftly turned around eyes meeting his from the distance “I think that’s up to you” you yelled back, biting down on your lip before slowly turning back around and making your way into your house.
“Too easy” JJ mumbled dialing John B’s number to tell him all about the night you two had shared assuring him he would be a 100 dollars short soon.
Almost two weeks had passed since the first date and there had been many more since then, he’d even introduced you to some of his friends, so far you and Kiara or Kie as she liked to be called got along the best, it was awkward between the two of you at first because of her rocky history with Sarah but you quickly found a way to get past that.
You were out on the marsh resting in JJ’s arms as the two of you laid on top of a single towel bathing in the sun rays, when John B suddenly called him over, JJ quickly stood up leaving you all to yourself a frown making its way onto your lips as you watched him walk away.
When they were out of reach from you, sure that you wouldn’t hear John B furrowed his eyebrows at JJ “listen, man we don’t need to do this anymore, I don’t care about the bet, if you really like her we should stop it’s wrong” JJ scoffed at John B’s words “you’re just pussying out because you know that I’m gonna win this” JJ accused displeased at John B’s words.
“No that’s not it JJ, geez get your head out of the gutter, for once in your life there’s a nice girl out there who really likes you and you’re just playing with her feelings, the bet was a stupid idea and I shouldn’t have suggested it” John B spoke desperation evident in his tone.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, is this all because you started macking on Sarah Cameron, huh? Because if it is I’m sure she’d love to hear all about the bet you made with me practically asking to get her best friends heartbroken” the words were like venom slipping off of JJ’s tongue as the two boys glared daggers into each other's eyes.
“Whatever JJ bets still on, it’s your funeral” John B retorted walking past JJ making sure to slam his shoulder into his. JJ rolled his eyes grabbing two beers from the cooler and making his way back towards you.
“Hey babe, sorry ‘bout that, grabbed you a beer from the cooler” you smiled up at him propping yourself up on your elbows “thanks” you smiled grabbing the bottle from his hand as he bent down to peck your lips.
“So I was thinking” you began capturing JJ’s attention, “my parents are out tonight and they won’t be home till tomorrow morning, you wanna stay over?” you were kind of hesitant with your words nervous about his reply, you guys hadn’t slept together yet, not like there hadn’t been an opportunity to do it but you wanted to make him wait, be sure that he wasn’t just using you for sex.
“Yeah i’d like that, luxury night in the kook mansion, don’t mind if I do” he hummed lips finding yours one more time. “Shut up” you mumbled against his lips only earning a slight chuckle from him in response.
When you got back to the dock you offered to give JJ a ride home but he seemed to tense up at your words, he’d never talked about his home life or told you anything about his family so you didn’t ask.
“Nah, i’m going back to the chateau, i’ll catch a ride with JB” you nodded deciding now wasn’t the time to ask him why he always got so weird when you mentioned his home. “Alright i’ll see you tonight then?” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist making a pouty face as you looked back up at him “of course” he smiled down at you pecking your lips one last time before you parted ways.
JJ felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he watched you walk away, almost as if he didn’t want you to go, he’d been having these weird feelings a lot lately whenever he was around you, he didn’t know what it was, was he actually starting to like you? No that couldn’t be it, he’d never liked anyone in his life and he refused to believe that some kook girl would be the one to capture his heart so he pushed the thoughts into the back off his mind as he made his way towards John B’s beat-up van.
As you drove up the long driveway that led to your house you felt your heart drop down into your stomach, your eyes falling onto the all to familiar bike sitting there, no no no you thought pressing the breaks on your car, parking it behind the bike. You took a deep breath as you made your way towards your house seeing none other than Rafe Cameron sitting on your front steps.
“What the hell are you doing here Rafe?” you demanded causing his eyes to snap up towards you, “Y/N I need to tell you something- I need to apologize please-” he pleaded eyes following you as you walked past him towards your front door but he was quick to halt your movements fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist as he turned you to face him.
“I messed up Y/N, I know I did but-but I miss you” was he serious? after almost half a year of being apart he decided to do this now “no Rafe you don’t! you’re only here because I’m dating someone else and I’m happy!” you argued, Rafe always had a problem with sharing things even though they weren’t his.
“You can’t be serious Y/N, JJ Maybank? Of all people” he scoffed as you pulled your hand out of his tight grasp, “it’s none of your business Rafe! You cheated on me, you broke up with me, so do me a favor and leave me the hell alone” you ordered quickly opening your front door and slamming it shut in his face, locking it behind you.
“Fuck!” you heard him yell as you watched him storm away back towards his bike, kicking at the ground before getting on his bike and zooming back out of your driveway.
When JJ arrived at your house later in the night you didn’t know whether you should tell him about Rafe or not, but as if he could read your thoughts he broke the silence that had previously filled the room “okay what’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since I got here” he questioned, causing you to turn your head towards him, eyes meeting his for what felt like the first time that night “uh, I don’t know it’s just Rafe was here earlier” JJ felt a weird pit in his stomach at your words, was he jealous?
“What do you mean he was here earlier? Did you invite him?” JJ retorted, he wasn’t sure why he felt so mad all of a sudden or if he was mad at you or Rafe, honestly, he had no idea “no, of course I didn’t invite him here J” you scoffed “he just showed up!” you argued annoyed that he would actually think that you’d willingly talked to Rafe “well what did he want?” JJ finally asked, crossing his arms as he stared down at you.
“I don’t know- I guess to apologize, or something I didn’t- really give him a chance to talk” you sighed eyes connecting with JJ’s, his face softened at your words “well you told him you were with me right?” he asked sitting down next to you pulling you up and onto his lap, you smiled wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Of course I did” you cooed forehead resting against his, he only nodded in response wrapping his arms around your waist in an attempt to pull you even closer into him. Your lips quickly found his in a sweet kiss, but it didn’t take JJ long to deepen the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth before turning the two of you around your back slamming into the mattress below you.
The two of you had been in this spot before but you’d always stopped it before taking it any further, but as his arms traveled down your body everything about it felt so right “JJ” you breathed out as his lips made their way down your neck, he abruptly stopped at the mention of his name “shit Y/N I’m sorry-” he began but you cut him off “I want too” your voice was small as your eyes met his “are you sure?” he asked, you only nodded wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him back down towards you lips meeting his once again.
JJ felt the pit in his stomach grow even more as he felt guilt consume him debating whether he should stop and tell you the truth, but he didn’t.
When you woke up the next morning you smiled at the sleeping boy in front of you, his hair was ruffled all over the place and as you went to fix it his eyes slowly peered open “mornin” he breathed out, his voice raspy as one hand found your waist pulling you into his chest.
“You want breakfast? I can go and buy us something?” you hummed closing your eyes as you let your head rest against JJ’s bare chest “no stay here” he spoke lowly, pulling you even closer into him but the sound of your front door opening and slamming shut caused both of you two get up immediately.
“Shit” you cursed frantically running around your bedroom attempting to find his clothes which were sprawled all over the place from the previous night, “here you go” you spoke throwing him the pieces of fabric that you’d gathered in your arms.
“The window!” you whispered frantically attempting to unlock it.
It was a decent drop from your bedroom and down into the garden but not far enough to be harmful, you hoped as you gestured for him to climb down.
“Are you serious right now?” he asked looking out the window and back towards you “yes! now get out of here before my parents find you” you rushed him.
He groaned but sure enough started to climb over the windowsill, he halted his movements when he was almost out moving slightly towards you he connected your lips mumbling a small ‘goodbye’ before he jumped down and ran towards the bushes in your garden that let out onto the main road.
Not even a second later your mom came bursting into your room causing you to quickly turn around acting as nonchalant as you possibly could “what are you doing by the window?” she asked placing a bag of food down onto your bed “oh you know- fresh air” you inwardly cringed at your lame attempt of an excuse but it seemed to work since she just shrugged and made her way back out onto the hallway.
You closed the door behind her as you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn’t contain your smile as you thought about the previous night you’d spent with JJ, finding your phone to call Sarah and tell her all about it.
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Seo Changbin
So many so called stays are setting up my man and I won’t have it. Seo Changbin is so much more than just a fast rapper so I don’t understand why y’all are going around these streets talking about Seo Changbin fastest Krapper, it’s a known fact that he very well might be but THATS NOT THE THING THAT DEFINES HIM so shame on y’all for reducing him to just that.
I see too many people on that bird app saying things about changbin in order to provoke other fandoms…and I hate to see that because when I open his name under trends I really hope to see only the good stuff, but you people won’t let me win…why is that? Why do you hate to see a girl happy?
Let’s Begin
FLOW
YOU PEOPLE HAVE TO SNIFFING GLUE IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SAY CHANGBIN CAN’T FLOW.
Am I flow expert? No, have I studied music? Hell no(except in high school) but that’s all beyond the fact that this man has some of the greatest and most unique flows, because I care about you and wish only the best for you I will list out my favourite ones
- [ ] Maze of memories
- [ ] Cypher
- [ ] Mirror
- [ ] Ta
- [ ] All in
- [ ] Broken compass
- [ ] Thunderous
- [ ] Domino
- [ ] Mirror mirror
- [ ] Zone
- [ ] Double knot (both 3Racha and Skz)
- [ ] Easy
- [ ] Pacemaker
……wait am I listing out the entire 3Racha and stray kids discography? Yes…I have every intention of making it very clear that everything Seo Changbin has ever opened his mouth to say was and will always be absolute fire. If you do not agree that’s okay, but do feel free to never interact with me ever.
On a serious note though, Changbin has some of my favourite and most intricate flows. Notice how I do not try to compare him to anyone or anything because everyone is subject to their own bias and THAT’S OKAY.
ASIDE FROM FLOW HE ALSO HAS HIS VOICE GOING FOR HIM BECAUSE SIS/BRO/PERSON, SEO CHANGBIN’S HAS ME CURLING UP AND TWIRLING IN CHAOS EVERY SINGLE TIME. HE HAS THIS AMAZING THING WHERE HE CHANGES HIS VOICE IN VARIOUS SONGS OR EVEN IN ONE SONG TO CATER FOR CERTAIN PARTS, HE CAN BE GROWLY WITH HIS DEEP VOICE OR HIGH PICTHED AND KINDA MENACING, ITS LURING, ITS ADDICTIVE…ITS WORTH EVERY SECOND OF GLORY TO MY EARS.
Aahhh I almost forgot the most absurd thing I wanted to cover… the “changbin offbeat topic”….now earlier I said you must be sniffing glue if you think he can’t flow but if you think theee seo Changbin is ever offbeat because he can’t rap well then I am almost 110% sure you are Smoking Tyres. I am convinced people hear some of his unique flows and go “ wait no way…it has to be offbeat” and most of the people who have said this don’t even know what offbeat is. I think and I say this because I have thought of it a lot. I think there are people who think that rappers should rap with the beat like if the beat goes dun dun then the rapper should rap over it with something similar like run run at the same time so it layers over each other but to those people who share the one braincell with a goldfish….are you okay ? How does that make sense to anyone who isn’t 5? So trying to discredit the offbeat accusations seems so dumb to me because ….what the f- do you even mean by “Changbin offbeat?” When you can’t even tell what being offbeat even MEANS!!!!?!?!???????!!!!!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!?
Let’s be happy again and praise Seo Changbin
HIS LYRICS
Oh my oh my his lyrics. Please be aware I’m not just saying this because I am a stray kids Stan but as a human who can read. Seo Changbin lyrics have a way of going right through me and this isn’t me saying I relate to most of the things he has written about but me just stating how the way he writes and expresses a lot of his feelings and thoughts in his songs and rap lines is very near genius. I get weak in the knees when it comes to great lyricism, and I am not saying he is the only one who does this, but this is a Seo Changbin post and imma feed y’all.
It’s his word play for me😭😭😭😭I cannot begin to even put you in my shoes. Everything I listen to a stray kids song I get ridiculous rewinding his parts and going “ NO BECAUSE WHAT?!??” and recently I took a dive into his MIRROR MIRROR verse and I tried to explain why the lyrics are so so goood… there are some great explanations on his word plays on a lot of posts I’ve seen on the blue bird app… imma search for links.
The point is, he is more than just a flow king, because he flows on some hard lyrics. I do not often cry for songs but reading the lyrics for streetlight really bad me tearing up, because I thought …”he was going through a lot that’s for sure but the ability to then lay it out so beautifully and so passionately” it felt like I was invading his privacy with just how raw and personal it was. I will post my eng-translation analysis for his lyrics in mirror because I wrote it down to prove to a stupid friend of mine why the lyrics are so meaningful and not just random babble.
HE IS A FAST RAPPER
I WONT DENY IT BECAUSE IT IS A FACT. HIS ANNUNCIATION IN ALL HIS FAST RAPS IS THE HIGHLIGHT! HE ALWAYS MAKES SURE YOU CAN HEAR EVERY SINGLE SYLLABLE WITHOUT FAIL!
I won’t make the fast rap section too long because I don’t want it being the main attraction
DO NOT! I REPEAT DO NOT, USE THE TERM FASTEST RAPPER AS YOUR ONLY WAY TO HYPE SEO CHANGBIN UP BECAUSE THEN YOU WILL HAVE TO CASH ME OUUUSIDE.
In short I meant to say STAN STRAY KIDS FOR A PHAT ASS AND CLEAR SKIN, KEEP TOXIC OPINIONS INSIDE SO THEY EAT YOU WHOLE, STOP HARASSING CHANGBIN FOR GOODNESS SAKES IT ONLY MAKES YOU A VERY UGLY PERSON SO I AM BASICALLY DOING THIS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.
Stan my well rounded group because you didn’t read all the way till the end for nothing.
Stay woke, stay safe, stay happy and stay
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[What annoys me though is that you KNOW this. But you pretend it’s inherently different because you personally are not attracted to men and don’t understand or something. Everyone understands what it’s like. You’re just pretending that straight women should be able to give this up for some reason. It’s just hilariously naive to say something like “just don’t be with men then, problem solved”. It’s victim blaming at its finest.]
This is what I don’t get. Like somehow separatists make it their business what straight women do, despite separatism being peak choice-feminism. You know that separatism will never catch on on a large scale, you know that it won’t even catch on with the majority of radical feminists. You know what it’s like to be attracted to someone, you know what it’s like to be in love, you know what it’s like to want to cohabitate and spend your life with someone. But somehow in your twisted little minds you’ve decided that if straight women focused on platonic friendships, that would replace the natural desire to have a romantic relationship. And if they don’t take your advice, then they’re just stupid and if they get hurt it’s their fault. When you get called out on your clear victim blaming and misogyny, you claim you’re “just trying to help” or “just sharing information” as if straight women (many of whom are involved in radical feminism in their communities, not just this hell site) are not aware of the statistics on male violence. Just let us fucking be. Support the women who need it. Educate the women who don’t know. But please fucking keep your patronizing advice to yourself when someone says “thank you, I know” or “I choose not to practice separatism.” Your choice to practice separatism does literally nothing to help women, it’s just a choice you make for *your own* personal relationships. If you’re a lesbian, it’s a no brainer, but don’t play fucking dumb like you don’t understand sexual or romantic attraction. If you’re straight and you’ve made that personal choice, I am glad that you have a fulfilling life with your friends/family. It is not your place to demand that sacrifice of other women. I want information on separatism to be easily available. I want the world to change so that separatism can be easily transitioned into and that any woman who wants to can do it. I also recognize that separatism is not “all or nothing” and that many of us who don’t practice political celibacy center women in our lives in different ways. Honestly I think there are more important things to focus on than separatism and all of the other stupid shit that we waste our time insulting each other over, like who fucks who, who can claim which labels, which pets are acceptable to own. Get a fucking grip. You’re in here just throwing the word racism/antisemitism at people for literally no reason (I’ve checked a few blogs accused of this, found nothing of the sort). Y’all. Calm the fuck down and let’s focus on sex trafficking and pornography. Let’s stop fighting and start organizing into political organizations. Imagine if all of this energy could be put into building community spaces, regional yearly events, flyers and zines we could leave around with radfem basics even, just to do something small that anyone can do. I get that it’s scary to air your politics to your communities, but it’s time to do it. I’m tired of hiding in the shadows and arguing about dumb unnecessary shit. If you’re worried about losing friends, they’re not your friends, they’re misogynists. If you’re worried about losing your job, do small direct actions or at least meet up with radfems socially just to keep yourself sane. We’re a varied group of people with many different skills, we should be out there putting them to use and using them to uplift women.
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Hey everybody! I really hope today’s been decent for everyone but I’d like to have a serious chat. I know most of y’all either don’t believe or care about witchy stuff but it’s absolutely disgusting and terrible what is happening right now. I’m gonna cut off here with a major ⚠️⚠️Trigger Warning for pedophilia, child grooming, attempted su!c!de, harassment, and cyber bullying/crime. ⚠️⚠️
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There’s a discord server called Resting Witch Face now called vvitch. It’s owner “Ava” aka Cora/bee/ a few other aliases (Cora is her real name) has stolen the art for her logo/banner without permission from the artist (the artist has been notified) and been making money off of scamming innocent and naive children and even adults.
When confronted with these claims she took to instantly banning anyone that was against her and accusing them of pedophilia, or any other number of accusations without proof and refuses to drop said receipts despite claiming she has all of them.
One girl was accused of pedophilia because her partner was a year younger and it fell on that age where the law gets tricky aka 17/18. Parents knew about the relationship and it wasn’t anyone else’s business despite that but Cora decided that blackmailing and harassing and threatening a 17 yo was the way to do things. Said girl attempted unalive and failed fortunately.
Cora claims to be working on getting her polysci degree and working in a psychological field and so is her boyfriend. There’s plenty of proof and testimonies with said proof that her boyfriend “Alto” has groomed several minors and had coerced them into private chats for seemingly innocent convo but evidence proves otherwise.
Another “famous” TikTok we had a patreon and you can pay a shit ton of money for a divination session just for her to copy and paste every card meaning from Biddy Tarot’s website. Word for word. Her patreon has info straight from the first link off of google. She claims to work with Lucifer but doesn’t have the knowledge of his history/origins and she uses her “knowledge” of him from Wikipedia. She scams people for a crap ton of money and plagiarizes every response which, again, we have proof of. She got upset because we “leaked” her patreon which is behind a paywall but doesn’t understand that if you plagiarize paid info your contract with patreon has already been violated. Free content being posted behind a paywall is illegal and she could be charged but she’s mad we put the link of her patreon on a Twitter post. No one hacked her patreon. It shows a pic of the content on the link itself so points for being dumb there.
If you check out the Twitter hastag “thetruthaboutrwf” “thetruthaboutava” “thetruthaboutleggy”
It has all of the proof and videos and screenshots that were dropped from the server itself. A lot of people have left but not nearly enough.
This involves way too many minors to be ignored so if you could signal boost the shit out of this it would help. She’s trying to make this blow over so she can continue to scam and groom minors all over again.
#thetruthaboutrwf#witchcraft#vvitchcraft#Wicca#spiritual#help#signal boost this please#signal boost#signal boooooost#paganism#pagan#eclectic witch#green witch#witches#witches of tumblr#witchestarot#witches of color#witches of tiktok#witches of the world#witches of instagram
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Volleyball Actually: Scene 2
It was a cold, dreary day outside, which meant for you it was a perfect day to eat a freshly-made warm onigiri from Miya’s Onigiri. But really, everyday was a perfect day to eat at Miya’s Onigiri. And it seemed like the rest of Japan had the same idea as you, seeing the long line of customers when you walked in.
You made your way up the front of the line soon enough with the queue moving fairly quickly. When you reached the register, the girl recognized you as you took your mask off to order. And before you could even speak, she asked if you wanted your usual, to which you nodded happily. It wasn’t the first time this happened, although it was with a different worker. But with how much you visited the restaurant, you weren’t surprised the employees remembered your face.
Holding onto your receipt with the order number, you walked over to sit down in an empty corner of the store to wait for your food. Sitting down on one of the stools, you checked your phone to see multiple text notifications. There was one from Kiyoko, wanting to make sure you were coming to the big match next week, one from Kageyama confirming your visit his team again later in the week, and some from your manager about an upcoming schedule.
A tap on your shoulder made you jump up from your seat.
“How’s my favorite customer doing?”
“’Samu!” You greeted him with a hug, surprised by his sudden appearance.
Your friendship with Osamu had started out as a purely business relationship- customer and restaurant owner relationship to be exact. You had just moved into the city and went to the newly opened Miya Onigiri’s flagship restaurant for lunch, after seeing all the good reviews. After noticing you coming in frequently, he stroked up a conversation with you while waiting for your food one day, and the rest was history.
“What are you doing here? You said you’d be busy this week with finalizing the opening of your new restaurant in Miyagi.”
He took a seat in the empty stool next to you. “I had to stop by today to check on the store’s inventory. And I heard you visited the team yesterday. How’d it go?”
“Great! Your onigiris were a hit with the team by the way. Thanks for the suggestion.” You shot him a thankful smile, before remembering what Hinata had texted you shortly after your visit. “Why didn’t you tell me your twin brother was also on the team?”
Osamu burst out laughing at your accusing question, putting his arms up in mock surrender when you frowned at his reaction. “‘Tsumu always needs to be knocked down a peg or two, and having a pretty girl not know who he is would have crushed his ego.”
You had thought it was a strange that there was someone with the Miya surname on the team, when looking up how many players were in the MSBY Black Jackals team. But when you had brainstormed ideas with Osamu on what food to to bring on your visit, and he didn’t mention anything, you thought it had just been a coincidence.
“Also, last week that bastard said my onigiri was salty, so he deserved it.”
“Have either of you matured at all from high school?” You deadpanned.
“I have, but he dumbs me down.” Osamu shrugged.
You shook your head with a sigh, not being able to imagine what it would be like to put up with two Miyas, when one was already draining your energy. Bless the Miya matriarch.
“You know you could have just looked it up on the internet to find out.” he added.
“I wasn’t really that curious to investigate. And unlucky for you, he wasn’t even there when I went to visit anyways.” You looked to the front thinking you had heard your order number being called out.
“Well, let me know if you go visit them again. I’ll make him pay for the food next time. But you know, I am surprised you and the shorty are so close after all these years.” Osamu changed the subject, referring to your relationship with Hinata. “You weren’t even in the same year.”
You breathed a happy sigh, thinking back to your time at Karasuno. “The team, when I was in my third year, was really special. With everything we went through that year, it felt like we were one big tight-knit family. So I try to keep in touch with everybody and visit them whenever I can. And it helps that we have a big group chat with everyone that was on the team, making it a bit easier.” You smiled, thinking back to the last time you all got together- it being the Tanakas’ wedding. But even then, not everyone was able to make it due to their busy lives. “But I guess I do dote more on the first-years though. Even more so with Shoyo as of late, since he had gone to Brazil right after graduation.”
Having heard one of his workers call him over, Osamu got up as soon as you finished talking, heading over to the counter. You watched as he grabbed the bag handed to him, walking back over to you before placing the said bag in your hands.
“I told them to add an extra onigiri in there.” He informed you, sitting back down.
“Is this what it feels like to be a valued customer?” you asked, placing your hand over your heart in a dramatic fashion. “Did you know I didn’t even have to tell them my order up at the front? She knew what my usual was as soon as she saw my face.”
He smirked in response. “I think that’s rather a testament to how much you come here.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“With how often you come here and the amount you order when you do, I can’t help but be worried about the health of my favorite customer. I want you to live a long life ordering my onigiri, not have it be the cause of your death.”
You shrugged, brushing off his comment. “It’s healthier than other fast food options, since it doesn’t have any msg- which is good enough for me.” You looked over at the crowd of customers that had just walked in, seeing the restaurant having become even more busier than when you first came in. “I should let you get back to work.”
You got up from your seat, collecting your things after putting back on your face mask. Osamu watched you get ready to leave from his seat, when a sudden thought occurred to him.
“Oh yeah. I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” You paused your movement, waiting for him to continue. “How would you feel being the face of Miya’s Onigiri?”
“Eh?!” You reacted like he had just told you Atsumu was actually just him in a blonde wig. “Me?”
“I told you about the new location we were opening in Miyagi, yeah?” Seeing you nod, he continued explaining. “Well, I’ve been thinking about doing a celebrity endorsement, and I thought of you since you’re from the prefecture.”
You still weren’t understanding why he would ask you of all people. “Why me though?”
“Didn’t you say you were a singer?”
“Singer? Sure. Celebrity? Not really.”
“C’mon. It’s not like we’re a super famous company either. Think of it as beneficial opportunity for the both of us.”
“I feel like it’s more beneficial on my end than yours, though.” You frowned.
Osamu brushed off your worry. “I’d much rather work with someone who I know and trust than a random person anyways.”
Knowing it was a good opportunity for publicity, you sighed, relenting. “Well, If you’re okay with it, then I guess I am too. But,” you raised your finger, “I’ll only accept onigiri as payment. I’ll feel bad if the advertisement doesn’t help bring in any customers.” Osamu tried to argue, but you just ignored him. “I’ll give my manager your number so that y’all can work out the scheduling.”
And without giving him a chance to negotiate the deal, you waved him goodbye, scurrying out the door.
Director’s Cut: Scene 2 Part 1
“Hey, Tobio!”
“Hai, Hoshiumi-san.” Kageyama looked at his teammate, in the middle of changing into his practice clothes.
“Did you see this?” Hoshiumi showed the Adler’s setter Hinata’s picture posted the night before. “We have to be careful, Tobio. These guys might steal (Y/N) away from us! That’ll mean no more visits, no more delicious bentos, or sitting on our side of the court during matches. And worst of all, no more good luck hugs!”
Hoshiumi started to pace back and forth around the locker room.
“Senpai said she will come visit us the day after tomorrow.” Kageyama replied with a straight face, resuming his changing.
“Who’s coming tomorrow?” The Schweiden Adler’s captain, Hirugami Fukuro, asked the two younger players, walking into the locker room.
“Captain!” Seeing his captain brought an idea to the Little Giant. “Can you convince Sachiro to come tomorrow with his dog? She likes dogs, right?”
Kageyama nodded in response.
“(Y/N)-senpai said she’ll visit on Thursday.” Kageyama answered the confused Hirugami.
“Oh, Sachiro will definitely want to come then. He wasn’t able to come because of a midterm last time she came to visit.” Hirugami replied.
“Who’s coming to visit?” Ushijima asked, having come back from the bathroom. He wiped his wet hands with a handkerchief, folding the wet part inwards before putting it away in his pocket.
“(Y/N)-senpai.”
“I see.” The wing spiker nodded in understanding. “I will bring some of my tomatoes tomorrow. She mentioned she wanted to try some of them last time we talked.”
“Tomatoes? The Black Jackals can give her tomatoes too! We need something that’ll convince her to stay with us.”
“My tomatoes are of high quality. The MSBY Black Jackals will not be able to find fruit with similar quality and grade easily.” Ushijima responded in confidence.
“That’s true. (Y/N)-senpai seemed very interested when Ushijima-san mentioned his gardening to her.” Kageyama confirmed, agreeing with the ace.
“Maybe I should bring some seeds for her as well?” Ushijima asked. “You should ask her if she has fertile soil to support good seedlings.”
Hoshiumi had already left the locker room, realizing the conversation was going nowhere.
The Karasuno alumni gave him a nod, making a mental note to text his senpai after practice.
Director’s Cut: Scene 2 Part 2
You had a busy schedule the following morning, so you prepared to sleep a bit earlier than usual. Right as you were about to fall asleep, your phone pinged loudly, waking you up. Drowsily, you grabbed your phone to check who had texted you.
Reading the text, you blinked in confusion, rubbing your eyes to see if you had read the message correctly.
Received 9:10 p.m.
From: Karasuno #9
Message: Senpai, do you have good dirt?
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(A/N): Hoped you like Part 2! Leave a like, comment, or do whatever ^^
#haikyuu!!#Haikyu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu x you#msby black jackals imagine#msby black jackals x you#schweiden adlers x you#schweiden adlers imagine#schweiden adlers x reader#no beta we die like daichi lol
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Durarara!! x The Outsider
Crossover
*note* AHHH this cross over is my new thing I swear lol. I don’t usually write fics because I can’t hold my attention down long enough to think about a whole story. I usually like to draw because I love it and it gets my ideas out quicker. But I can’t stop thinking about this scenario and the dialogues between the characters that I have to let it out! This is my first fanfic so please be gentle but still love some criticism to my writing. ☺️ also THANK YOU for the support for the other post. I’m glad y’all like it. Also! Not going to be too much Shizaya yet. I wanted to be more Tom and Shizuo friendship centric here.
<TW> mentions of murder, child rape, cannabilisim
(Scenario: News has spread all over Japan of a brutal sexual assault and murder case of 10 year old Misaki Suzuki in Ikebukoro. Details of the murder was leaked to the public early leading to Tom Tanaka arrest while the public and social media are pushing for his death sentence. Tom is waiting to be put on trial. Shizuo visits his accused friend in jail )
Seeing Tom after a week since the… incident.. it looked like Tom aged 10 years. Shizuo sits down and picks up the phone on the left side of the wall and sees Tom so the same. They wait till security leaves and they were alone.
“Hey Tom.. are you okay?…. Wait, shit uhh sorry…that’s a dumb ass question to ask. How are you holding up?”
“…Not very good honestly… who knew being hunged over, fired and being put to jail on the same day really wears a person out haha…”
Tom laughs to lighten the situation but Shizuo can tell it’s fake and self depreciating. Shizuo raises his right arm and tries to rub the exhaustion from his eyes. He looks earnestly at Tom.
“You didn’t do it.”
Tom drops the small smile he had and his eyes showed what he truly felt inside. Completely hopeless.
“Why do you think that? You even said you saw me. Everyone thinks I did it. Even my family. I know they do…my mother refuses to answer the phone. And she always answers the phone. Hell I’m even starting to believe it too. “
“No”, Shizuo says sternly,”it doesn’t add up. I told the police I was with you most of that night. All those fucked up things that happened to the kid. It doesn’t even make sense….you couldn’t of been the one to do it. I’m sure there were cameras at the bar we were at. You couldn’t be at two places at once Tom. That’s impossible”
“A lot of impossible things happen in this city Shizuo. I’m staring at a guy who can lift trucks with no problem”
“This isn’t the same thing.”
Shizuo hates that Tom is feeling this way. He’s upset and pissed at the whole situation. He was pissed the whole time the police was questioning him. He doesn’t have a problem with them per se, even with his bad history with them. It was the repetitive way they were asking the same.damn.questions. Over and over just said differently. It was to see if he would change his story and it was getting on his last nerves. They were betting on Shizuo to give up Tom because they got DNA evidence and even bite mark evidence. All matching down to the very last tooth. But he hold his ground and kept telling them the truth. The police were obviously getting annoyed but he didn’t give a damn. They were trying to get justice for Misaki. They wanted to blame the person all the signs who is pointed at. It made sense. He still would of beaten their asses. But would not helped his or Toms case at all.
He first thought was Izaya since he’s always the cause of all Shizuos problems. This time, it didn’t have izaya’s stink and it didn’t sit right with Shizuo. Izaya usually makes himself known that Shizuo is the bane of Izaya’s existence. The flea is a coward and ruin people’s lives, however…. this… even he thinks izaya doesn’t cross a certain line.
After dealing with the police for hours he went home but he couldn’t get much sleep. The image of Tom running away covered in Misaki’s blood burned in his mind. When he did sleep he wake up having nightmares of finding Misaki body in that dark alley over and over. At the time, he didn’t knew what he saw being he was buzzed from the night of drinking .He didn’t know it was the little girl till he saw the face. The body itself was almost unrecognizable. The body was mangled and ripped apart like a huge animal had gotten her. She was close to Akanes age and sometimes in his dreams both their faces will merge together staring at Shizuo with those same cold dead eyes. That wasn’t the worst part of his nightmares. The absolute worst part was imagination giving him vivid images what the Tom imposter did before Misaki’s murder. He wished he didn’t know..
“Didn’t you also hear from the police shizuo.?,” Tom avoids his eyes.”They also found my DNA all over the scene. They found dna in the building, the van, clothes, inside-
Toms stopped when his voiced hitched a little.
“…the cops showed me pictures…..They were trying to get me to confess but I really don’t remember after I was drinking. I shouldn’t kept drinking. You were right I should of stopped after drink three I should-“
“Hey”. Shizuo says in a harsher manner than he intended.
While Tom tries not to completely break down in front of Shizuo, Shizuo looks at the situation with pure anger and frustration. He can feel the familiar burning feeling simmering beneath his skin. He’s used of being feared like a inhuman beast he is. People feared, and held animosity towards Shizuo. He’s used to that. But Tom wasn’t. Tom literally has the whole world against him right now.
“You don’t deserve to be here..” he almost whispers in the receiver. “ you’re not the monster everyone says you are. I know this not because I was with you most of that night. I know you. We wouldn’t be friends if you pissed me off.”
Their was silence between them. The pause went on too long for Shizuos liking. Toms smile was tired, a little shaky when he sighed but grateful. It was a sigh of relief someone was there at their lowest.
“I think this is the first time you called me one. I was wondering if you ever referred me besides being your boss.” Tom closes his eyes while slightly leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and one side of his mouth perked up. “It feels weird getting the side of being pepped talked at but….” He looks at shizuo with thankful eyes
“Thanks…for getting angry that night. Well, for my behalf. Honestly, that’s the most nicest thing someone has done for me so far since I’ve been in this cage. I’m glad I still have you as a friend. Though I’m not your boss anymore.”
Shizuo doesn’t let too many people in his life in because of the fear of him accidentally hurting them. But this is Tom. Who was their for him at his lowest. He helped him to get most of the thugs off him during middle school. Gave him the suggestion to dye his hair blonde. Given him a job where everything else has failed. Even with izaya interfering with most of them, he knew his temper alone is the first cause of them. Tom helped him so much more than Shizuo deserved. Tom was the last person to be in this fucked up position. Even with the limited pool of relationships he has, he knew when a friend needed him. So he said what he knew he can do best.
“I’ll kill the asshole who put you in this mess. You didn’t kill the girl. I will prove your innocence one way or another. No matter what. I’ll be honest, I’m not sure where to start but I will find them.”
He can’t ask Tom to trust him. He’s afraid to ask. It would be too much faith to ask he had on him when he didn’t had that much faith in himself. Back of his mind, he’s afraid to fail. The voice nagging him, telling him he’s a fuck up. He’s nothing more than a beast destroying everything in his wake. But he’s gotta try. He’s too scared of the alternative option. Tom dying alone believing he’s not worth saving. So he squashes, pushes, kickes and punches that voice back as far it can go. Tom needed to see he’s trying. Tom just smiled at him.
“I trust you on that shizuo. I don’t usually go for violence but this is a special case. I wish I can be there to witness you do it. You still owe me a drink.”
“You still want to drink after this?” Shizuo jokes. Tom smiles a little wider and puts his left hand on his chin in contemplation.
“Hmmm You right. I’m done with drinking for a while. I’ll just settle with trying not to get killed in prison.”
*Aannnd that’s it! Im not sure how much I can do writing before I burn out but the dialogue is the fun part. Doing backgrounds will forever be a fun and the bane of my existence. I hope I stayed IC. I want to do a scenario where shizuo and izaya will work together but my brain will go straight to fluffy moments lol. *
#durarara#shizuo heiwajima#drrr#the outsider#stephen king#orihara izaya#tom tanaka#fan au#fan fic writing#my artwork
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I’m glad I can come to you with honest opinions about Spider-Man characters. I feel like posting any of them on my own just opens me to attacks from toxic fans who then accuse me of stuff out of this world. The internet is supposed to be a place where we can share our thoughts and opinions about media but it’s impossible to do that now because there are so many toxic fans and toxic shippers and toxic stans that attack you personally if you don’t just love everything
oh :(( i’m happy you feel comfortable enough sharing your opinions on the mcu or whatever with me :’) and i’m sorry we’ve all had nasty experiences with uh Intense fans. i’ve seen some of my own mutuals in the past few days get ridiculous anon hate for saying smth as outrageous and controversial as “this character could be written better” or “this acting is bad” like……. it makes me mad ngl it rlly pisses me off that ppl feel they’re entitled to send hate and be disrespectful, anonymously no less, over shit as harmless and meaningless as this.
like i will never understand how someone can send anon hate and feel like they’re occupying the moral high ground no matter what the hate is abt, but especially when it’s abt shit like films and entertainment and dumb celebrity bullshit. how someone can send anon hate abt that and feel like they’re smart and great and right is beyond me. y’all need real help
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