#...Does anyone use the word epic anymore

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 1

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synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good.

WARNINGS: strip club, mentions of drug usage, mentions of prostitution, mentions of fighting, scars, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, mentions of death, stalking, guns, blood

word count: 4.7k

The club was loud, and Y/N could feel the pulse of the bass in her heart. Saturday nights were always the busiest nights, and one of the only nights she stepped back up on stage. Ever since the incident, she hardly ever danced anymore. Jeffery, the owner of the club, said the scars on her chest weren’t good for business, but then she pulled the “do you know who my dad is” card and Jeffery quickly changed his mind.

She was finishing up putting on her dark red wig, making sure it was secure to her head, and putting on her black mask. The mask helped hide some of the scarring on her face. 

“Athena! Let’s go!” Pauline, the “house” mother yelled. She was Jeffery’s wife, and helped him run the club. Y/N rolled her eyes, and stood up from her chair, “Wearing a mask again, I see?” 

“Your sleazy husband said the scars are bad for business,” Y/N said, and purposely brushed her shoulder against Pauline’s. 

“The club is full tonight,” Angel, another one of the dancers, said as Y/N made her way to the side stage. She peeked out from the black curtain and could see the various men sitting in the club. 

The young ones and first timers always sat up front, wanting to get the whole experience. The ones who were married or recently divorced sat in the middle, or at the bar. And the ones who had secrets, the ones who were always the mysterious type and would disappear into the back rooms with a girl or two always sat in the big round booths towards the back. Their tables were always dark, as if they didn’t want anyone to know that they were there. 

Y/N had sworn off going into the back rooms at the club anymore. The last time she had met a man named Francisco, and it had been the epic downfall in her life. Though, the girl knew that if she wanted to make more money at night, she would offer up her services to do a private dance or maybe even more. But she made Pauline and Jeffery swear that they would never make her go work in a backroom, or. . . she’d tell her father. 

Y/N was smart, and knew what Jeffery’s real job occupation was. It wasn’t just a strip club owner, no, it was much more than that. And anyone who’s anyone in this life knew who Y/N Santiago was, and what she was capable of. Most also knew that she was sworn off the mafia life after her relationship with Francisco Solano, she still used her blood affiliation to her advantage. 

“There’s some big spenders in the back,” Kandi said, breathlessly as she walked off after her set, “Dressed in fancy suits and the like.” 

“Maybe tonight is the night you finally grow a pair and go to the back rooms, babyface,” Angel said, nudging Y/N. ‘Babyface’ a nickname Y/N had earned since none of the girls had seen her face under the mask. 

“Not sure if I am up for all that,” Y/N answered, and shucked off her black silk robe, and handed it to Angel, “If I start doing that, then there goes all your coke money.” 

“Haha, very funny,” Angel rolled her eyes as the intro to Y/N’s song started, “Get your ass on stage, babyface.” 

“Your love is like bad medicine. . .” 

Y/N giggled and blew Angel a kiss before walking up on the stage. Y/N decided to wear a pair of tight leather shorts, knee high stockings, and a dark red bra with black jewels on it. She closed her eyes as she strut towards the center of the stage, letting herself get lost in the sound of Jon Bon Jovi’s voice. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around the pole, and the men in the crowd went wild. The group of youngins in the front seemed to adjust and lean closer to the stage. They all looked to be about in their twenties, and as eager as children on pixie sticks. 

“I got a fever, got a permanent disease, and it’ll take more than a doctor to prescribe a remedy”

As the song went on, Y/N mouthed the words as she dropped to her knees and crawled towards the edge of the stage. She swore some of the young men about came in their boxers as they got the perfect view of her tits. Y/N made eye contact with one of them, sitting back on her ass and spreading her legs in front of his face, and then rolling into a center split. Y/N rolled through it onto her tummy, and then on to her back, kicking her legs in the air, before dropping them into a V. She could feel the dollar bills hitting her body as she stood up from the ground, and walked back to the pole, wrapping her hands around it and pulling herself up, to wrap one leg around it, and spinning upside down.

When the song finished, Y/N blew a kiss to the crowd and strutted her way off stage where Angel was standing with a smirk on her face. 

“Put on a little extra show for the big spenders?” She asked, handing Y/N her robe. 

“I would never,” Y/N feigned and tied her robe, “Knock ‘em dead.”

“Always do,” Angel said, and stepped on to the stage. Y/N chuckled to herself, and then grabbed a bottle of water from the table next to the stage. Usually after her dances, Y/N went and changed out of her costume and wig to go home. As she was headed back to do just that, Jeffery grabbed her arm and pulled to the side. 

“I know you don’t do dances, but this guy is paying the big bucks,” Jeffery said, and Y/N huffed, “And before you argue, he’s not the type of guy to fuck with, so just deal with it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and Jeffery grabbed her chin, and pushed her against the wall, “Don’t fucking give me that,” He pointed his finger in her face, “This guy will blow our fucking heads off-”

“You seem to get that right,” Y/N would know that voice anywhere. She shifted her eyes over to see her old brother, Gianni, walking down the neon lit hallway. The red lighting made the scar on his face look even more daunting, “We said to get her, not to fucking touch her.” 

“I-I’m so-” 

“Fucking save it.” 

Jeffery gulped and let go of Y/N’s jaw and scurried away. Y/N fixed her robe and looked up at her brother. 

“I can save myself,” Y/N said and Gianni scoffed. 

“Yeah, and I’ve never killed anyone. Let’s go,” Gianni grabbed his sister’s arm but she pulled her arm away from him. He clenched his jaw and started walking down towards the room. 

Y/N wasn’t quite sure what to expect when Gianni opened the door, but it wasn’t her father sitting on the black leather couch. There were already some girls there, and Y/N was not surprised. Her mother’s grave was barely cold and Rafael had women all around him. Hell, even while his wife was still alive, he had mistresses all over the world. Gianni walked past his sister and over to a woman who was leaning on the mini bar. Paulo was standing off to the side, looking as stiff as a board. Y/N swore that he was a virgin from how he acted around scantily clad women. And Narciso, the youngest brother, but not the youngest child, had a woman on his lap, feeding him cherries. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N cursed. 

“You’ve been ignoring us,” Rafael spoke slowly. His voice was loud and demanding all the time. Y/N could remember being a young child and being absolutely terrified of the man. 

“For a reason, Rafael,” Y/N said, and crossed her arms over her chest, “If you’re here because of that fucking letter you sent, I’m not doing it.” 

Rafael stood up from his seated position on the couch, and walked towards his daughter, “It’s what’s best for business-” 

“Oh save the fucking ‘business’ talk. Just call it what it fucking is, a goddamn-” 

The Don was a man of short words and glares. Just one look in some direction could mean the end of someone's life. The look he was giving his daughter was one she had seen many times thrown at others at the table. But, just like her father, Y/N grew to acquire her own look. Rafael raised his hand as Y/N was speaking and struck her. She let out a groan and looked at her father with wide eyes. Her brothers all took a collective step forward, but the Don held his hand up stopping them from coming closer. 

Paulo looked at the girls in the room and nodded towards the door. They all left in a hurry, as Rafael fixed his suit coat and walked over to the mini bar. Y/N pushed herself up from the ground and watched as her father poured himself a glass of whiskey. 

“I let you come back here to hopefully refine you! Not turn you into an animal! Not turn you into some whore dancing for money!” 

The Don was almost as important and famous as any European diplomat. He had been invited to Buckingham palace, UN meetings, most things the power 5 from New York wished they could have done. Rafael’s goal was to turn his family into a legitimate threat to the way the government functions and he was doing a good job at it.

“I remember the day you were born. . . I knew you were going to be trouble. We already had three perfect boys,” Rafael turned and faced his daughter,“Paulo, the one who will inherit everything. Gianni, the protector. Narciso, the educator. And then you. . . Y/N, the fucking mistake!” Rafael grabbed the glass bottle and threw it at her head. 

Y/N screamed, ducking out of the way as the glass bottle broke above her head. Shards of glass rained down on her, nicking her soft tan skin. She had been the cause of her father’s anger before and had received her fair share of backhands, but nothing like this. She guessed this is what she got for ignoring his phone calls. 

She pushed her shaking frame off the ground and pulled a small sliver of glass out of her forehead, “Someday, I’m going to have the absolute fucking pleasure of killing you.” 

Rafael smiled sinisterly at his daughter, “Is that a promise?” 

“I’m done fucking talking to you,” Y/N said, and turned on her heel leaving her father and brothers still in the room. 

Jeffery was leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway as if he were waiting for something, but then he saw the anger in her body, and quickly moved out of the way. Y/N was almost as feared as her father. She had proven time and time again she wasn’t scared to get blood on her hands. She wasn’t as fucked up as Gianni, but she was pretty close. 

Y/N sat down at her dressing room table, and sighed. She looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully removed the mask from her face. What was nice about the club was each dancer got their own dressing room, so Y/N could take off her mask and not have to hide her face. Slowly she started removing the pins from her hair to remove the red wig from her head. 

“Y/N? Can we talk?” A smooth voice sounded from the other side of the door as they knocked. Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who would be knocking at her door. The golden boy couldn’t stand when one of them was mad at the Don. He had to fix it, it was his job that everything ran smoothly in the family. 

“If this is you begging for me to forgive the Don, you have lost your damn mind, Paulo,” Y/N responded, gently placing the red wig onto the wig stand, and then letting her braided hair fall down her back. 

“I fucking told you this was useless!” Gianni’s voice sounded out. 

“You wanna fucking try?” Paulo said to his brother. 

“I told you how we could fix this. . .” 

“We’re not torturing our own sister!”  

Y/N laughed and stood up from her makeup table and opened the door before anyone else could overhear her brothers. She didn’t bother inviting them in, she just walked back to her makeup table to finish taking off her costuming. Her brothers looked around the small room, noticing the various posters and sketch books lying around. Gianni walked straight for the mini fridge that had bottles of alcohol sitting on top. Narciso planted himself on a chair in the corner, while Paulo stood in the center of the room, his arms crossed and ready to talk business. 

“You have nothing better than fucking peach crown in here?” Gianni cursed. 

“Me opening the door was not an invitation to chastise my alcohol choices,” Y/N said and grabbed a makeup wipe from the drawer, “Speak, Paulo.” 

“You know he’s sorry.” 

Y/N scoffed and tossed the used makeup wipe in the trashcan, “He’s an old drunk, and you, are headed down the same fucking path. I pray you never have a daughter and sell her to some fucking no name wanna be mobsters in fucking San Diego.” 

Paulo let the words his sister spewed hit his skin and bounce off, “He’s had a hard time adjusting since mom died. She held him down. She wasn’t just a wife, she was a business player.” 

“Oh save me the damn sob story,” Y/N stood up from her seat and walked back behind a curtain to change out of her stage clothing and into something more comfortable, “I know what the marriage between mama and the Don was for. You guys are trying to recreate that with me and this fucker, and it’s not going to fucking work.” She pushed the curtain back and reappeared in a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, “I have a fucking life here in New York. I have made a name for myself. I own clubs, and speakeasies and I’m working on a fashion line-”

“You’re also twirling around half naked on a pole for money,” Gianni pointed out and Y/N shot him a look. 

“I like dancing,” Y/N said, her voice smooth, and then looked at Paulo, “I am not going to give up my life to become some mobsters house wife and get myself killed like-” 

“Don’t you dare fucking say like Mom!” Paulo yelled and shoved his sister up against the wall. The two other Santiago brothers lurched forward. Paulo wasn’t known for being the angry one, but when he did become angry, it was frightening. In a way, he could be more terrifying than Gianni. 

“Look at you, Paulo,” Y/N said, her eyes becoming cloudy with tears, “Holding me up against the wall, trying to scare me into making some deal for you. What’s your next move here? Are you going to kill me?” 

“I might as well finish what-” 

“Jesus Christ! Do you hear yourself!” Narciso yelled, breaking up the siblings, shoving Paulo away from Y/N, “This isn’t a death sentence. You can do all that shit in San Diego, and even more. You would be protecting a legacy that’ll last forever.”

“I don’t get why you’re talking. You aren’t shit, Narciso,” Y/N spoke and the youngest brother shook his head, “Don’t you ever think of a life outside of all this shit? Being able to walk to the farmer’s market or being able to drink on the patio without some fucking sniper aiming for your head? I would like to go see my friends, or finish my degree.”

There was a reason why Y/N never stepped foot back in Italy after the incident. She, as much as the rest of her family, were targets back in Italy. There was once a time where the Santiago children did have that freedom. Their mother and the Don would let them run free around the town square, or travel the world wherever they would like. But things changed when Marie Santiago was murdered and strung up in the town square. The Don stopped inviting the townsfolk into his home for dances and dinners. The children weren’t allowed to go anywhere without being watched. It was like being in prison every single day.

“You can do all that in California,” Paulo explained, “Where you will be safe and cared for.” 

Realization dawned on Y/N’s body, and it felt like hot cement was poured down her spine. She looked over at her brothers, specifically at Narciso. He wasn’t ever able to tell a lie or keep anything from her. She used that to her advantage time and time again. It was his epic downfall when it came to his little sister. 

“You keep talking about sending me to California, but you all know it would be much better for us to be in Sicily, unless. . .” Y/N said, and watched as Narciso’s eyes looked down at the ground, “He’s still out there.” 

“Don’t-” 

“There was movement from his bank account, and a private plane registered in his name. We put some people on it to track where he was planning on going,” Narciso said. Gianni clenched his jaw, wanting to punch his little brother in the face. 

“I fucking knew it,” Y/N cursed, and started pacing the room, “He’s gonna live out that promise, ya know,” Y/N said and her brothers all seemed to suck in a deep breath, “He’s not going to stop until I am dead,” Her hands began to tingle as she felt the beginning of a panic attack. She knew now was not the time to start panicking, not in a club full of people, “When do I leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. . .” 

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “Oh, you’re fucking joking?! Tomorrow morning! That hardly gives me-” 

“Andrew is packing your things up as we speak,” Paulo said, “I’m sorry but you have no choice. This is the best for you, Y/N.” 

“No,” Y/N shook her head, “What was best for me is if you did your fucking jobs and killed that bastard before he had a chance to escape! I hope every single one of you rots in hell!” 

Y/N left them all standing in the dressing room as she slammed the door. Gianni let out a low whistle and shook his head, picking up the bottle of Peach Crown and drinking straight from it. 

“That went as easy as expected,” Narciso said. Paulo looked at him, and smacked the back of his head, “What the fuck!?” 

“You had to tell her about Franky?!” Paulo yelled. 

“You know damn fucking well she wasn’t getting on that damn plane unless we told her. You’re fucking welcome, cocksucker,” Narciso spat, drinking his whiskey. 

“Fine,” Paulo grimaced, “But we don’t, under any circumstances, tell her about Sophie. That shit will break her.” 

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake never wanted to get married. He had sworn it off years ago. Growing up his father always told him that love makes you weak, and love is what destroys a strong man. Jake had a taste at love once and it nearly killed him, and he never wanted to go through that pain again. But that didn’t seem to matter as Jake was staring down at his father after hearing about the proposition at hand. 

“Absolutely fucking not,” Jake cursed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair. 

“It’s what's best for the family, Jacob,” Mr. Seresin, “You are the namesake, the only son. You need to marry to carry it on.” 

“And you think that setting me up with some. . .stripper is going to do that,” Jake pointed towards the photos of the girl on the table. Rooster stood in the corner, his eyes keeping watch over the whole situation. Bob was seated across from Jake, looking at Mr. Seresin. Out of the two of them, Bob was Mr. Seresin’s favorite, and it was probably because he was the level headed reliable one out of the three. 

“Why couldn’t you set up Jessica or Justine? There’s three Santiago boys-” 

“Because it has to be her,” Gregory, the family’s accountant, said, “It is all a business arrangement, son. You marry Y/N Santiago and assure that the Seresin family blood line will live on. Your marriage will be a symbol to other families not only in California but around the world that the Seresins aren’t a family to mess with.” 

Jake clenched his jaw, “And the point here is. . .” 

“The family is going to go under,” Mr. Seresin said, “We can only stay afloat for so long with the Casinos in Vegas. We need this expansion. Rafael is offering us a deal in exchange for us agreeing to take our gun business over to him. He runs our guns over there we take. . .” 

“His daughter,” Jake sighed and picked up a picture from the table. She was a beautiful girl. She had bright eyes and beautiful skin, but Jake could see a hint of mischief in her features. 

“She's a good businesswoman,” Bob said, “According to this she owns some clubs in New York, Sicily and Vegas. Jake, you need to do this. We need the protection and the extra income Rafael is willing to offer.” 

Jake ran his hand down his face, and then leaned his elbows on the table. He knew that the numbers Bob placed on his desk the other day didn’t lie. The family was slowly starting to slip into a financial range that would soon break them. There hadn’t been a single boxing match at the club in weeks due to the new police presence hanging around. The girls have been too scared to get out and work due to some pimp causing issues. And he could only make so much off of selling vodka shots to frat boys at the bars. 

“Fine,” Jake said, “I’ll do it. When does she get here?” 

“Tomorrow Night,” Gregory said. 

“Tomorrow night!” Jake yelled standing up from the table. Dominick, Mr. Seresin’s bodyguard took a step forward and so did Bradley. Mr. Seresin held up his hand, stopping both men. 

“There’s also something else you should know, Jacob.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, “What now?” 

“The stories are true. She was engaged to that Solano boy.” 

A cold shiver ran down Jake’s body. Everyone in their world knew of the potential marriage between the Santiagos and Solanos. They also had heard what Gianni Santiago did to Francisco Solano for nearly killing his sister. It was a miracle that he had lived, Gianni wasn’t known for letting his victims live. The rumor was Y/N had begged Gianni to let Francisco live. It saved the town of Sicily from becoming a war torn town and innocent lives lost. But, Francisco got his revenge by killing the matriarch of the family and hanging her up in the town square.

“So we have to offer her protection too? Great,” Jake said, “We are already stretched thin thanks to Dante’s gang. We can’t afford to pull in more-” 

“You’ll figure it out, Jacob,” Mr. Seresin said, rising from his chair. He walked over to his son and kissed his cheek, “You fuck this up. . . and you’ll be next on the pew.” He whispered into Jake’s ear. Jake’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the picture of his future wife on the table. The room was deadly silent as Mr. Seresin, his bodyguard and Gregory left. Once the door was shut, Bradley let out a sigh and walked over to the table. 

“It’ll work out, Hangman,” Bob said, patting his friend on the shoulder. 

“It’s not that I’m worried about it,” Jake said, “I just don’t want to fucking do it.” 

“At least she’s a looker,” Bradley said, looking through the various pictures in the file. Some were photos that clearly Y/N had posted on social media and others were some that spies for the family had gotten, “Shit, she looks flexible.” 

“Great,” Jake said, “My future wife is a whore. Are we still going out tonight?” 

“Yes,” Bob nodded, “I had Payback toughen up the security around there after the whole Dante run in.” 

“Bet Isabella will be there,” Bradley nudged Jake. 

He rolled his eyes. Isabella had been a hang around that Jake hired to work a corner. He had a couple times invited her into the backroom at one of the clubs, and suddenly she thought she was Jake’s main girl. The only thing she was good for was an easy fuck. She was too naive to think anything else. Jake was smart, he got what he wanted from the girl. There were too many times she would call him drunk out of her mind, blubbering about how she will never sleep with him again, but would end up on her knees the very next day.

“I want everything you can get on Francisco Solano and Y/N’s engagement as soon as possible.” 

Bob nodded, “I’ll have Fanboy do some digging for us. He’s still pretty tight with the FBI.” 

“Good. Be ready to leave in twenty,” Jake said and Bradley nodded before leaving the room, leaving just Bob and Jake alone, “What, Floyd?” 

“I know this whole marriage thing isn’t ideal-” 

“Not at all,” Jake said, and sat down at his desk. 

“But at least try and make nice with her,” Bob said and reached for a manila folder that was under his laptop, “She’s been through a lot.” 

Jake didn’t say anything as Bob gathered his stuff and left. The folder had Y/N’s name at the top of it. He took a deep breath before opening it, and suddenly wished that he hadn’t. He could recognize her by her eyes, but that was about it. Her face was bloodied and bruised and so was her body. Her nose had been obviously broken, and possibly her eye socket, her lips were cracked and bleeding. Jake felt sick to his stomach seeing pictures of her bare body. Bruises, ligature marks on her hands, feet and throat, and stab wounds littered her body. He could clearly see a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder. He didn’t dare look through any more of the photos. 

He slammed the folder shut and opened up his body desk drawer, throwing it in. He knew what had happened was bad, but he didn’t think it was this bad. This was the key reason why Jake was never going to love again. Because love does nothing but destroy. 

Jake leaned back in his chair and held his chin up with his fist, looking across the room at his book shelf. It was mainly full of old law textbooks from when he studied back at UT. He found it quite useful to keep them around in case he needed it. But there was one book in particular that stuck out amongst them. He pushed himself up from his chair and walked over to the book, pulling it out and flipping to the right page. The picture had been so worn that it was bound to rip at any time. It was all he had left of her, everything else had been burned along with her body. 

Jake wasn’t always cold. He, at one time, was in love with love like most young inexperienced people are. He thought he had found his one, the person he was going to marry. He had a taste of freedom and domestic life, and it ended in unbearable grief and tragedy. Jake put the picture back inside the book and placed it on the shelf. He didn’t need love. He had money, girls throwing themselves at him, all the drugs he could want, fancy cars, planes to take him anywhere, a house full of people waiting on his beck and call. He had everything a king could want. 

But why did it feel so empty?

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Hii👋 me again. Just saw the fanfic of my req and it was epic👍

So wondering if you could do toya, rui, freminet, and if you want: akito and lyney x gn! reader who gets bullied by girls at school bc she's half deaf and also gets her hearing aids stolen A LOT. Ty

[WAHAHA glad it was to your liking ! Time for me to flex the writing muscle again. Sorry this took so long, school and allat]

[Warnings: like OOC maybe?? Bad grasp on these goobers. Canon isn't REAL.]

♡ He doesn't really like violence. ♡ BUT. ♡ Joking ofc he wouldn't beat people up. maybe. ♡ He'd always be there to comfort you, obviously, and maybe try to act as Scary Dog Priveledge ♡ This mf would tell the Principal or a Teacher about this if you won't ♡ He ain't havin' it!!!!!! ♡ Bonus, I have the feeling his family would be somewhat rich.... he'd try to find you new hearing aids whenever he can ♡ I think he'd also try to learn sign language, just to communicate with you a bit easier sometimes ♡ Overall 10/10, sweet boy :3

♡ Very unhappy when he finds out about this ♡ He doesn't get angry easily but So Help Him- ♡ He loves you! He can't have you getting bullied! ♡ So what does he do? ♡ Jumpscares the girls. Steals ur hearing aids back. Anything else chaotic. ♡ Listen it's KIND OF FUNNY TO SEE THEM JUMP to him at least ♡ They just start getting intimidated and leave him alone ♡ He would then give you back your hearing aids. Problem solved, at least for now. ♡ He'd be willing to try and make hearing aids himself. He's good enough at that kind of thing. Maybe. ♡ Physically restrain him before he starts an explosion, please.

♡ He doesn't know wtf he's supposed to do ♡ He offers comfort. He's so lost. Help this poor boye. ♡ He hates seeing u upset tho ♡ He takes a "let me try nd cheer u up. pls." approach ♡ So you two end up collecting Romaritime flowers and watching the tidalga ♡ He secretly slips a few words to father.. ♡ Oh, you aren't seeing the bullies at school anymore and got a new pair of hearing aids on your doorstep? What good luck! ♡ He's a bad liar, okay, just don't mention any suspicions and he'll be proud of himself ♡ Bonus, I think he'd already know sign language. useful in the water I'd assume

♡ Oh fuck that ♡ I think he would beat people up about it. He gives off the ~energy~ yk ♡ Nobody does that to his s/o and gets away with it ♡ Would buy you new hearing aids if he could afford it. Which he Cannot. ♡ You can cuddle with him as long as u want afterwards ♡ He may be a bit flustered abt it. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh don't tell anyone ♡ Least Normal one here I think. quite humorous

♡ He also takes a "don't worry, you won't see those scum anymore :3" approach (kind of like Fremi but very brazen about it.) ♡ Comfort first, then he deals with the girls himself. ♡ He comes home with blood on him like "hey i took care of your problem !! :D" ♡ I want to imagine this is true even if it isn't so let me bend canon until I break it in half, okay ♡ Will not leave u alone until he's positive you're feeling better ♡ Following u around like a lil kitten all night. No Escape.

#nothirstonmain.og #nothirstonmain.asks #nothirstonmain.toya #nothirstonmain.rui #nothirstonmain.freminet #nothirstonmain.akito #nothirstonmain.lyney #toya x reader #toya x y/n #toya aoyagi x reader #toya x you #toya aoyagi x y/n #rui kamishiro x you #rui kamishiro x y/n #rui kamishiro x reader #kamishiro rui x reader #rui x reader #freminet x reader #freminet x you #freminet x male reader #freminet x y/n #akito x reader #akito x y/n #akito x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n #lyney x gender neutral reader #x reader insert #x you

[sirfrogsworth]

I really don't want to talk about this anymore.

I've had way too many strangers making assumptions about my genitals which I find deeply uncomfortable. They can't seem to fathom that I care about body shaming as a whole and do not pick and choose which parts of the body I think are okay to be shamed. Maybe people are unaware that I have been fat shamed all my life and so maybe I'm sensitive to any body part being judged. I've talked about boobs and stretch marks and labia and penises and have a pretty consistent history of discussing body shaming in general.

If you want to know the actual details about my junk... well... you're gonna have to woo me. I'm talking a proper romancing. I want poetry and flowers and dinner at a super fancy restaurant like The Pasta House.

Moving on...

I've been informed that "small dick energy" is just a metaphor and anyone who felt shame or hurt feelings by this expression should just explain this to their feelings and they will then magically go away.

Because feelings are always logical and able to understand subtle nuance.

Imagine it was "fat person energy." It's a metaphor to describe people like Trump or Sarah Huckabee Sanders or Chris Christie or Roseanne. People who are loud and insufferable. It's not meant to insult the good fat people.

Doesn't really work, does it?

If you get frustrated when conservatives use mental gymnastics to justify something, please consider avoiding this tactic yourself.

This expression is rooted in body shaming. It relies on the idea that "small penis = bad or insecure." Just seeing the words "small penis" in a negative connotation is plenty to trigger dysmorphic feelings.

Again, Greta's response was what it needed to be. It was the exception that proves the rule. Andrew Tate deserved that and more. But the torrent of body shaming that followed that epic comeback was depressing.

I'm not saying anyone is a bad person. Sometimes people dig in and try to make excuses because they don't want to be considered the bad guy. But I am not saying anyone is bad here. I'm just trying to improve awareness.

And I understand it sucks to lose such an effective insult from the arsenal. Trying to shoo away asshole cis men online is exhausting and it is nice to have something easy and reliable to say to get them to fuck off. Giving up an effective tool like that can be frustrating. But sometimes doing the right thing sucks.

I'll leave you with this image someone added to the original post. I think this sums everything up pretty well.

[gods-of-mischief]

What happened with: Maybe we could figure it out together? [Thoughts after S02E06]

My impressions of the story that I loved so much and that destroyed me so emotionally.

Yes, the second series is brilliant outside - great acting, visuals, music, epic finale. Yeah, it's beautiful at first and I can understand so much excitement and ovations about how great it is. But… when I look at the first series and compare it to the second, there are so many things missing. Damn it!

First season had soul, the creators focused mostly on the characters, on their growth, on emotions, on details, on the play of colors. For example, the scene in the Citadel and the conversation between Sylvie and Loki… absolutely breathtaking scene that they turned into a farce in the second series. (When HWR had erased Sylvie from the scene it was so gross it almost made me jump out of my chair.) At what point did a show that was about two people and their journey become a show about one person? What happened with "You go. I go.", "Maybe… maybe we could figure it out together."?

Why did Marvel put out a novelization confirming their feelings for each other, all that unspoken words, if they didn't want to work with that relationship properly in the second season? The relationship between those two was the heart of the entire first season. Yes, Loki was looking for Sylvie… yes, he was looking at her with his sad puppy eyes every time he saw her… but so what… for what? If they never once discussed about things - what happened, about their feelings, anything about them at all? And at the end, out of the blue, "I'm doing it for you"… but all the time without you.

They use his love for her to learn to control the slippage, to work things out, to sacrifice everything for her and for his friends. But when has Loki ever had time to truly be friend anyone other than Mobius? Yeah, they were dealing with the same problem, but before his "rewriting the story", those people were almost strangers to him… and he sits there with Sylvie at the bar and tells her that he's all about his friends… where some deeper relationship is pulled out of absolutely nowhere.

They both mutually think the other doesn't need the other in their lives anymore, and the way Loki handles everything on his own makes it seem that way. Still, it's Sylvie who makes him start to change why he does what he does along the way. So why wasn't there a scene where he finally fills her in properly on all of this? Why did they show us that he "trying everything" at the Citadel when it didn't seem like that at all, and make Sylvie out to be some obsessed murderess who can't see or hear what's going on around her? Why were there so many allusions to enchantment when they never used it to allow Sylvie to finally fully understand Loki? And I can think of more and more questions like that! I don't even want to imagine what the "real memories" Loki left in Sylvie's head after all this.

I also don't understand how they made the main female character a completely peripheral character that they clearly didn't know how to handle or lead. They had her thrown in for a twist here and there, but otherwise they had her there for decoration? Such an interesting character that they turned into a looped figure that doesn't understand what's going on. A side character who just stood on the sidelines for nothing? The girl was a goddess, just like Loki, so what the hell? That's how untapped the potential is. It was a pain to watch and especially in the finale. Sophia, I'm really sorry. You and Sylvie deserved so much better. That mysogyny was disgusting.

I really tried to take all the episodes with a grain of salt, expecting that there was surely a reason… that everything would somehow become clear, that I couldn't judge without the whole context… but the whole picture just confirmed to me that the creators were just pushing the story and the characters into situations that absolutely missed the fundamentals of the first series.

Yes, it could have had exactly the ending it had, if it had to be. But the path should have been different. Why does he have close people around him and then he is alone in everything? I stand by the fact that this should have been handled by both of them. That they should have either ended up there "at the end of time" together or they should have given them some kind of goodbye, a scene where they talk about it, where Loki tells her he doesn't want her to go there with him, that he wants her to live (like when it was in NWH between Peter and MJ, for example, when he told her what was going on, what he had to do and they dealt with it together) or a scene where Sylvie was free to make her own decision. She should have been able to decide and have a say in all of this.

For me, this build-up was unprecedentedly cruel to them from start to finish. I have to say that the ending made me cry, and I can count on one hand the number of times I've cried at a movie or TV show. This completely destroyed me, how long nothing. What was it supposed to give me? No matter what I do, it will never be enough? Will I have to lose everything I want and live with my biggest fears forever? Or?

So… in summary, if you're all about the epic story and not the characters and real relationships, you'll probably be thrilled… otherwise, you might have the same mixed feelings as I did. I know that Marvel is no soap opera… but they often present love and relationships in a very painful way, I get really sick of it sometimes. It's not always about epic twists and sacrifices…

I'm still here. I love Sylki, I love Tom and Sophia. But the second season hurts like hell. I don't even know if I want to see it again. To be honest, I don't even know how to deal with it. Is there any hope? Who knows… it's getting harder and harder to hope.

#loki #marvel #sylki #sylvie #sophia di martino #tom hiddleston #loki and sylvie #spoilers #what happened

[paradoxcase]

Chapter 49 of Harrow the Ninth

So this seems to be a continuation from when Ortus was trying to get Abigail to summon Nonius based on the fact that his sword was once briefly in Nonius's proximity nine generations ago? And also, this seems to be the part of the Noniad where Nonius faces down the Lyctor (= Gideon the First, apparently)

I'm not sure what the role of the recitation of the poetry is here. It can't have any necromancy involved, because Ortus starts out with it, and Harrow doesn't know what she's doing it for when she continues it. Is Abigail actually drawing on the words of the Noniad the way she would on a physical object like the sword? The Noniad definitely never coexisted with Nonius, if something that's merely written about someone thousands of years after their death can be used to summon their ghost, this seems like it would have amazing implications for this universe, and especially for someone like Abigail, who studies history

I would really like to hear this chapter from Nonius's perspective. Like, he was a skilled swordsman for sure, and fought a Lyctor once, but I think it's clear he never really thought he was all that, and after thousands of years of being dead he's summoned to a place he's never been by people he's never met to fight in the service of a Reverend Daughter he doesn't know and he's now bound by the rules of this probably at least partially fictionalized epic poem that someone from the far future wrote about him and is restricted to speaking in meter, and his enemy is calling him "wizard filth" and trying to fight with weapons he's only seen used to hunt animals and this is probably such a surreal experience for him

They've been running around in the same body for the entire book, and now, as soon as they get separated Gideon is like "where is Harrow, I bet Harrow would do something smart and cool here" every five minutes, and Harrow is like "where is Gideon, I bet Gideon would do something smart and cool here" on her end also

And you know, this fight was pretty cool, and I think it was like half the length of some of the other fights that weren't

You know, I'm not entirely sure why Ortus disliked Protesilaus in the first place, but I'm glad he doesn't seem to anymore

Another possibility, I guess? Ortus was just so obsessed with Nonius that it created some kind of link?

You know, I thought this was just going to turn out to be "A. Wake" with some odd kerning, but I have read the first part of the next chapter, so I know now that it's nothing remotely so normal as that

I feel like we're making up new rules based on how much narrative tension they create rather than whether or not they actually make sense with the current worldbuilding. All of the dead ghosts in this bubble will have their souls permanently destroyed if they die in it, and the same thing applies to Harrow, who is an actual living person attached to an actual living body. But somehow, this rule doesn't apply to Wake, who is a dead ghost who's merely haunting a dead body. She is a revenant, but so are the resurrection beasts, and it's been repeatedly established and reestablished that they can be 100% totally killed completely gone in the River without anyone having to touch the physical body they're inhabiting

Love this exchange. I wonder if Ortus would consent to add "Chickenshits don't get beer" to the Noniad based on it

I love how Magnus is just Magnus. Does he really need to be anything more than just Magnus? I think not

I love how they all go off to help Gideon the First fight the resurrection beast. That's another perspective I'd like to see: you're fighting a resurrection beast all by yourself because all of your fellow Lyctors have abandoned you, and then suddenly the long-dead ghost of a cavalier you dueled absolute yonks ago shows up to fight alongside you and actually scares away the resurrection beast

Because now that she remembers Gideon, she'll continue absorbing her soul via the normal Lyctoral process, I guess?

This book ends with Harrow leaving her body and going out into the River, right? That's got to be how it ends, even though she told Magnus and Abigail she would go back, there's no way she actually does that, right? And I don't think she actually precisely said that she would go back, she just sort of implied it. And based on tumblr spoilers, Gideon gets resurrected. So then what happens to Harrow's body? Is this where Nona comes into it? The next book is called Nona the Ninth and we're almost at the end of this one and Nona has still not been mentioned once yet

A nice counterpoint to Ianthe's "Harrow didn't love you because she didn't keep anything of yours around" speech. Also, Magnus, with all due respect, your analogy is crap because Abigail did come back to you and you did get a happy ending and you're using it to tell Harrow she can't have that

I'm dying to know what Dulcinea has to tell Harrow. I don't think there's anything she would know that Harrow doesn't that would be relevant to Harrow right now?

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

[ystrike1]

Little Mizzy Muffet and the Spider King - By Catfish (8.5/10)

Classic nursery rhymes and horror fit together very nicely. Every time I read another chapter of this I get another pleasant surprise. It's available for free on Line Webtoon under the Canvas amateur comic section. I think that's a shame, because this is miles better than alot of the featured comics.

I'm not going to beat around the bush. The Spider King's design slaps. He looks awesome. He's epic. Every scene he's in becomes more serious and important as soon as he shows up. Half of the commenters in the comment section are thirsty teenagers who want to be kidnapped by him. He's a powerful force that doesn't want to hurt anyone, but his existence causes problems for the weak humans around him. Including the protagonist, who he wants to marry. He doesn't work for free, and Mizzy is a kind girl. So, when her friends get in trouble she feels tempted to use him. Even though his services come with a very high price.

The Spider King wants to marry Mizzy even though she doesn't know who he is. He literally appears in her bedroom with an army of spiders and says she doesn't have a choice. He's willing to wait and do favors for her, but that is it. She is going to the demon realm with him, no matter what.

He's not a nice guy. He's just not the kind of demon that enjoys killing. He gives her three wishes to gain her approval and maybe her trust. He isn't giving them out of the goodness of his heart. His motivation is entirely selfish and he doesn't care about anybody but Mizzy. He also watches her all the time. His spiders work like spy cameras. She can't run or hide.

The other characters are cool too. All of them are connected to old nursery rhymes and that theme gets dark fast. Do not read this unless you can handle horror, bullying and suicide. One of Mizzy's closest friends dies right away. His name is Humphrey. He's fat and smart and he's got no confidence. Mizzy watches him fall into despair.

She starts to see things. Negative emotions are visible when you use demon magic. Humphrey is Humpty Dumpty metaphorically. After years of bullying he decides to end his life. He jumps off the school rooftop. Everybody in Mizzy's friend group feels guilty, because they tried to save him, but their words didn't reach him.

She noticed something was very wrong. She was there when he died. Everyone tried to stop him on the rooftop that day. She's in shambles, and then the Spider King makes everything a thousand times worse. She asks him the ultimate question. He says yes. One of her three wishes could have easily saved Humphrey. This conversation defines the rest of the story. Mizzy meets plenty of troubled kids in high school. She actually lost her parents and got adopted, so seeing kids like her suffer really affects her.

The Spider King does have feelings for her, but he doesn't understand her. His wish gifts are a guilt laden curse. In the beginning I didn't think he was making her suffer on purpose, but I'm not sure anymore. The Spider King is fairly robotic, and overly honest, but there are too many hints and hidden meanings in his words. He is not human. The way he behaves makes that crystal clear. When more demons appear in town he doesn't lift a finger. He's only willing to protect Mizzy. She will have to use her precious limited supply of wishes to protect her hometown.

The author has hinted that the spider demon has a monster form. His handsome human face is not his real body. Spiders crawl out of his eyes sometimes. He doesn't show his emotions. He gives Mizzy power and he never forces her to use the wishes. The crushing weight of that power starts to really affect her psychologically. When another friend of hers starts rebelling because of problems at home she knows why. When her friends feel insecure she knows. She's empathetic, unlike the Spider King, so seeing these things drains her.

She wants to help, but she doesn't want to get married.

Mizzy is cute. She's compassionate. She's popular. She has a good life and a loving family. The Spider King might actually be the villain by the end, not the main love interest. He is not giving her a choice. After the last wish she has to go with him, and she won't be able to ignore the suffering people around her forever. The Spider King is like every good nursery rhyme villain. He doesn't force our protagonist to take action. He tempts her and guides her towards an interesting and dangerous path. One that she doesn't even want. One that she feels obligated to follow.

Sadly this series is in black and white, even though it looks much better in color. That is its biggest flaw.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Little Mizzy Muffet and the Spider King

[sunderwight]

Aziraphale falls during the Job minisode.

God knows what he did and the scales tip a little further in that direction, and between that and the flaming sword incident, well, it's enough. Aziraphale loses angelic privileges and becomes a demon.

But the thing is, during the war between Heaven and Hell, the Fall was this big dramatic (traumatic) event. Hell was created for the Fall, so the realms were torn asunder and reshaped, and all of the angels who fell slammed into the burning raw essence of their new home like falling stars, because of the sheer scale of the event going on.

For Aziraphale, a lone angel already on Earth (already halfway there), it's a lot less spectacular. He just sort of trips and falls into one of Hell's upper lobbies, midway in his conversation with Crowley.

Crowley being Crowley, he naturally goes after Aziraphale and manages to convince whatever unfortunate demon is on arrivals duty that Aziraphale has pursued him to the bowels of Hell as part of an epic duel, and then easily convinces the lower-ranking demons that they should scurry off and get help from somebody stronger rather than interfere. Then he whisks Aziraphale back up to Earth, concocts more fiction about it to cover their asses, and no one's the wiser.

No one is the wiser. Except, of course, for Aziraphale and Crowley.

The thing is, Hell's not a nice place. Working for Hell isn't a nice job. It's definitely not the kind of job that someone like Aziraphale wants. And, cultural attitudes being what they are, well... demons are not terribly merciful to their fellows, and that's among the lot who rebelled and fell together after fighting on the same side of a war. A fallen angel like Aziraphale? Who didn't take their side? Who fought for the other team, and probably kicked a decent amount of demon butt while doing so? They're not going to be nice to him, and that's an understatement. If Hell gets their claws into Aziraphale then he's never going to see the light of day again, probably.

Crowley puts it plainly to Aziraphale, who is scared and uncertain and so agrees to just... not say anything. To anyone. About this development.

It turns out, Heaven doesn't really have a means of telling when an angel has Fallen either. Like you'd assume that alarms would go off or that records would at least update, but in the former case, no, and in the latter case, turns out the angels need to be aware and updating the records themselves. Since nobody knows, no steps are taken, and nothing happens. Aziraphale is extremely stressed out the first time Gabriel stops to do a check-in, certain he's been found out or that he'll be smote or at least that now someone will be able to tell.

But, no. Gabriel can't tell. The meeting goes like normal. He keeps getting order from Heaven, and even gets a commendation for using fewer miracles. And since Hell's a bureaucratic mess and they don't even have Aziraphale on their books, they can't tell where some of their extra miracle energy is disappearing to either.

Aziraphale thinks about confessing anyway. After all, it's God's Will, right? He's supposed be punished. At the very least he ought to get caught.

But what if, Crowley suggests, what if there's a reason he hasn't been? After all, God definitely knows. She could tell whoever, whenever. Just a quick word to the Metatron, oh by-the-by, that angel Aziraphale's a demon now. Yeah, shun him, and all that. But She hasn't.

Maybe this is a chance for Aziraphale to do an even better job of thwarting Hell than he could have done before. Using Hell's own power against them! Maybe there's also something to be said for not being affiliated with Heaven anymore either. Couldn't hurt to just keep going along with it, right? See where it all leads?

So somehow that's what Aziraphale ends up doing. Going along with it. Heaven gives him jobs and he does them. Hell sends Crowley to thwart him and they tweak the Arrangement to suit them even earlier on, and with even more frequency and flexibility. Neither side catches on, or even suspects that there's something to uncover.

But Aziraphale knows. Always. He's a Fallen Angel. He's a demon, just like Crowley.

Except.

Maybe that doesn't have to be permanent. Maybe that's why God hasn't done anything further, why Heaven still doesn't know, or acts as if they don't. Maybe there's a way for a Fallen Angel to rise back up again, and if that's the case, perhaps the point of all of this is for Aziraphale to actually do it.

Not only that, maybe the point of Aziraphale doing it isn't just to redeem himself, but to bring someone else along as well. Someone who fell during the first Fall, who might think they are unforgivable but maybe shouldn't really be an evil demon at all...

#good omens #aziraphale no

[dragonmuse]

Hi, I need a lil pick me up and if you're up for it, how about Pickle cursing out her grandfather and/or uncle. My dad's family is horrible (my dad is awesome despite genetics) and one of the greatest moment of my life was my sister telling our uncle to fuck off. I think Delly would appreciated it... at least in secret.

(You absolutely got it, anon! This is told second hand, but is hopefully still satisfying.)

Delly: call me right now

Izzy: in the middle of something

Delly: now israel 

“Give me a sec,” Izzy said to the guy bleeding at his feet. He looked like he might be unconscious. Not Izzy’s fault, someone else had found him first. 

“Do you know what your niece did?” Delly demanded in lieu of hello. 

“How would I?” Izzy sighed, prodded the guy with the toe of his boot. He moaned and rolled. Alive then. 

“She used language I’ve certainly never taught her and practiclaly peeled the paint off of Da’s walls.” 

Izzy’s attention was now entirely on Delly. “What the fuck was she doing at Da’s, Del?” 

“I was dropping off groceries for him and she was with me,” Delly said quickly. “I didn’t think we were going to stay or even talk to him for more than a minute.” 

“Del, why the hell are you bringing him groceries?” 

“He’s shaky. He can’t carry much anymore and the man still needs to eat no matter how else we feel about him,” she said stiffly. 

“There’s...fuck it. Send me his list. I’ll even pay for the damn things and get them shipped to him.” 

“Oh,” she said softly. “Really?” 

“Yeah. I know I was shit at helping with Ma and I’m not running over to help the old man, but whatever I can do to keep you and her out of his line of fire.  What else does he need?” 

“Laundry service would be good. He can’t really get the stuff out of the dryer and if he just has to put it outside the door, I don’t think I’ll have to argue with him much over it. Honestly, what he needs is a home health aide, but he won’t let anyone in the damn house.” 

The guy groaned again, one arm twitching a little. 

“I’ll work on it,” he decided. 

“That’d be amazing. But don’t think I’m letting you off the hook for Dylan learning all those horrible words.” 

“She’s ten, Del. Could’ve gotten them from anywhere.” 

“She called Da a ‘fucking twat’.” 

“Mm,” he repressed a smile. “Did she? What was that in response to?” 

Delly went tellingly silent. 

“I’m not going to apologize,” he informed her. “Can I talk to her?” 

“She’s upset. Be nice.” 

“Uh huh.” The guy attempted to sit up. Izzy planted a boot on his chest. “Stay down.” 

“What?” 

“Put the girl on, Delly.” 

There was a rustling on the other end then a quiet, “Hey.” 

“Did you actually call the old man a twat?” Izzy asked. 

“Yeah,” Pickle mumbled. 

“You’re a fucking star, kid,” he grinned. “Wish I could’ve seen his face.” 

“It was epic,” Pickle whispered. “Like I punched him with a lemon.” 

“He saying shit to you?” 

“No. He ignores me. He was yelling at Mom. Calling her names. So I called him some names.” 

“Oh, there were others?” 

“Hold on.” More shuffling. “Sorry, I don’t want Mom to hear. She doesn’t like me swearing, you know.” 

“I know,” Izzy said mildly. “So what else?” 

“I told him that his god would be fucking ashamed of him, picking on someone who was acting all nice and doing charity for him. And that I was embarrassed to be related to him. And the he was horrible old son of a bitch.” 

“Holy fuck,” Izzy shook his head. “That must’ve been scary.” 

“I was so scared,” she gushed out. “I thought he was going to do something really bad, but he shakes a lot now and we weren’t close to him. Mom told me to never stand too close.” 

“She’s right. You were really fucking brave, kiddo. Don’t do it again, okay? Your mom and I are going to make sure she has to go over there a lot less and you don’t have to go at all.”

“Dad was saying we should cut him loose, but Mom won’t agree. They didn’t know I heard that part.” 

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Izzy could just imagine Thomas’ reaction to that story. He was a calm guy, but not that calm. “But we’re going to take care of it. You were brave as hell, but you’re not your mom’s protector, okay?” 

“But-” 

“But nothing. I’m not adding that shit to your job description. You’ll just want a raise and I’m not made of money.” 

“You don’t pay me,” she reminded him. 

“You think Pokemon cards grow on fucking trees?” 

“No, guess not.” 

“Damn right. You want to go see a movie this Sunday?”

“Yes!” 

“Great, ask your mom if you can and I’ll pick you up at 11, ok?” 

“Thanks! Love you!” 

Izzy ground the heel of his boot into the guy’s chest as he made a concerted effort to rise.

“Yeah, love you too.” 

The call cut out. Izzy stuck the phone back in his pocket and then looked down at the guy. 

“So. Apparently you’ve already told the wrong person some things. Let’s talk about fees.” 

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #in a pickle #izzy hands

[unproduciblesmackdown]

for real billions being like "oh axe can't change enough....wendy can though....let's think about why that is?" like okay i'm questioning and i'm thinking. i'm shrugging to maggie siff as she talks about "well how much can you [my character...] have changed in a way that matters if you're still choosing the same things, doing the same things, you know?" like yeah i do know. oh so wendy isn't married to chuck anymore or working with axe. she's just having Nuclear Family Dinners with chuck and inviting axe to still perhaps formally have business ties with her again. she doesn't change enough either. but billions Says she does, because billions keeps choosing the same thing, which is that wendy, because she is so Epic (and because she is a woman? thinking about feelings, and managing and mitigating the shitty men around her as her responsibility and movingly meaningful role in this Life as her destiny?) she must win and get the best ending, and to make it better than even these central men's endings, it's like, well, gotta believe she was better at changing!

like, around here on billions, in many more cases than not it matters so so much less what any of these roles Do and more that they were simply Born Epic.

rian does so little of any meaning that you could excise the role entirely and, if you really want to replace some unimportant affect there, very very easily do so with other roles. this is just all the more obvious in s7. she didn't do anything. she sure didn't change. she was as much or more of a bully than dollar bill, despite billions supposedly countering this by just having rian call bill a bully, and, b/c she's Epic, she can't be factually incorrect. she's not simply Too Kind for all this b/c of anything she's ever done, which contradicts this. she gets to leave and pursue a generically epic winner goal and state further aspirations for another (romance!! b/c what else could a winner want? why wouldn't a winner obtain this? billions asks rhetorically but i'm grabbing it by the scruff of the neck wielding a knife like okay you've invoked this with words, Let's Devote Words to talking about what your precious little Romance is lmao. and then to why people would want it. and then to why they wouldn't get it. and then what) and it doesn't matter when she says things completely contradictory to prior said things, which billions doesn't have her do due to this being an approach or tendency of the character's, but because anything she says at any moment Is True, b/c she's epic, so she's factually correct, and she's just made to say shit so that it's explained to us why they wrote material for her in that moment, b/c she's sure not a character nor doing anything important nor driving her own plots whether it ties in to more prominent characters or not. well of course taylor Must show up to be our ticket to bearing witness to rian's deserving exit, not b/c of anything she did, in spite of many things she did, b/c she's epic. check out all these great things rian has to say to them. file not found. i'm sorry they didn't write a character here instead.

what does wags do? virtually nothing, besides hinder things, like most of what wendy does except even worse. why is he here. why is he even motivated to be here, so allegedly important to this group effort. he doesn't change. billions gives him the episode winston, who wasn't born epic, was never gonna get, b/c epic wags deserves as much. billions laughs and goes haha yes yeah that was mean, right. that was shitty and immoral and cruel. but it was good! because wags is epic. so we had fun. winston is not us, anyways. did we think it Meant Anything for winston to decide to quit, despite how much he wants and hopes for from taylor, or rian, or anyone else around here? if there Was any reflection thusly, it was more than winston Deserves, b/c he's not epic, so he deserves bad things, including to be ignored / disposed of / forgotten, b/c we recognize he doesn't have worth or quality, even as billions also always informs us that winston's correct about how good he is and how valuable that is. that alignment can't be Right, b/c he's not epic. some call it confidence, billions calls it arrogance, and what are the odds they don't just consider this to be first and foremost finally, inevitably, crumpling him up and throwing him away while everyone admires wags' sunk shot in doing so? he's an object being set up, wags is the Star Player spiking him into the ground, b/c winston's not epic, and wags is. winston's always been written as the ignorantly ableist perspective on all the autistic people around who are inevitably encountered & turned into the Insistently Annoying Charmless Weird Nerd archetype or what all, diagnosed as Offputting, as Rude, as Arrogant, whatever projections made about someone who must surely be so inconsiderate and hostile. and then they Just Never Change, while the perspective on people who are "recognized" as autistic is that what's best for them is to exorcise as much of that autism as possible, which is "any," by trying to abuse someone into compliance. which is how all the epic people around winston treat him, at "best." never any conflict for rian over treating him just like that, and writing him off from her ambitions for her life b/c she, like us, recognizes someone who's below her station, and Not Epic, thus bad. and there could never be any conflict there, b/c she's epic, so of course she can exit on her own terms b/c she's just too kind and deserves too much, or for taylor ignoring and disposing of this asset in winston if not also this alliance, b/c they're epic, so of course they can take anything from winston and we have no further questions about this, no consequences for wags doing this to someone, doing nothing for anyone, b/c he's epic, and we relate to and value the epic people. and we laugh at winston b/c he's not epic, and can't be, with his being autistic, his having his body, and we are satisfied in knowing that dooms him forever and we are now forgetting he exists after we take what can be used from him because how could we care? we're too epic for that.

meanwhile taylor Must praise wendy's role in their life, despite that all wendy's Done is be their intermittent saboteur much more reliably than she's sometimes decided to indeed try to help them, because hello? wendy's epic. she deserves to have fellow epic people say positive things about her no matter what, which is the extent of a Valuable Relationship. preceding the "you really live like this" farce that was ostensible peak heartwarming romantic moments with axe b/c of his stalking and sabotage and, truly the heart of romance, possessiveness; it was that s4 farce that axe was being heartwarmingly supportive by throwing some money at a problem of hers to direct her life without asking after having used her as a pawn to get revenge on his gf, but also that before this his input and moral support about the professional ethics issue was to dismissively say to wendy that, well, she's epic. and wags eventually incredibly doing the same thing but with all the herculean effort of taking her for drinks or whatever. And That Is Relationships. epic recognizing epic.

and that was also all of Billions(tm)

#billions #winston billions #really truly all that matters. is this person Innately Epic

[my-mt-heart]

I hope no one expected to get any actual answers from the TWDU special. Even apart from Gimple's sentence fragments, Talking Dead was a promotional non-event. Getting a network/studio to listen to your concerns is a prolonged process and requires persistence. AMC needs to see that you're still there and you're still not happy. That's the real reason for the questions about Carol/Caryl and the twitter blitzes. The goal isn't to make AMC answer, it's to make them *do* something about your problem.

The Daryl spinoff is supposedly supposed to start shooting next month and there are still no details, just vague blathering about how lovely France is as a location (I agree with @lighteneverything, if you want to go BIG and EPIC, you need to go to Africa which is, as she said, the cradle of all human life) and a "reinvention" of the character. That's all smoke and mirrors—no one but Norman wants that show anymore. I've said it before and I'll say it again, it's too early for AMC to announce its demise. They won't say anything until there's something else to distract viewers with (à la Richonne).

Gimple has zero use for women and doesn't do emotionally intimate relationships at all. Look at all the 'romances' during his tenure as showrunner—awkward, stunted and beside the point of anyone's character arc. Whether they involved minor characters or not, they were just there, not furthering story arcs or plot points. None of them had the sexual tension that you found in the Rick/Negan interaction. Maggie has functioned as Rick's stand-in in S11, which is why some people are reading in the possibility of romance between her and Negan.

If I were excited about the Richonne spinoff, I'd be very scared about what Gimple will do to that ship. (I wouldn't be surprised if he attempts to kill off both female characters in the spinoffs just to give their male counterparts their mandatory soul pain. He loves that trope.) Don't expect a love story from a show that Gimple is showrunning. It's supposed to be set after Rick was airlifted out, so Michonne was with the rest of our heroes for most of the relevant timeline. She might not even be in all the episodes because of that. Manage your expectations.

@ocean514, it's completely irrelevant what Norman did or said. I understand you don't like him, which is your right, but MT (and I'm guessing a lot of other Carylers?) are trying to affect a change in how AMC does their business and they're calling for gender equality in the workplace. Norman can't do anything about that, so it's utterly useless to shake a metaphorical fist in his face. We also have no production date, so what Norman's doing this summer is, again, irrelevant. The people who're relevant to this discussion are the ones making the financial decisions at AMC.

The new CEO, Christina Spade, started her job last week. (She's been with AMC since early 2021 as their COO and CFO.) In answer to @criticalmaude's question, it's customary for the new boss to clean house to some extent. Projects on the production slate which don't align with the CEO's vision for the company get tossed out and TWDU is AMC's big property. She's going to have her say in where to take the franchise.

[SF]

Thank you for the words of encouragement. If I haven't made it clear before, this fight is about so much more than a ship to me, and I'm not giving up. Happy to have so many like-minded people to work with. There’s a great bunch of people in the Caryl community. 

#caryl #caryl spinoff #darylneedscarol #waac

[flaringgoosebumps]

Just some thoughts because I wonder what the Duffers are going to do actually because it could go either way.

They'll have this new show that they undoubtedly want to be successful, but depending on how stranger things ends, they might lose their target audience.

Whether Milarky or Byler is canon, a large chunk of audiences Will be pissed. They would truly have to tell the story they want to tell because it doesn't matter which way they go, someone is going to be upset. I'm hoping they've made an epic scifi coming of age queer story especially because even without digging into subtext some things wouldn't make sense. But none of us will actually know until 2024. And I wonder if they meant for Mildew to be endgame, why does it feel flat? Why does it feel like they lost their chemistry after season 3? Even people who don't ship Byler notice that? Why does Mike's love confession not give me the same type of joy that even the cheesiest and poor written ones in romcoms and teen dramas do? Like personally, I'm a sensitive person, it is not difficult to get these waterworks going and this shouldn't have been any different unless it was meant to. Because if I felt like he truly did love El, without question, I could feel bad for Will and not dislike Montauk's relationship because of it. But my aversion to it has more to do with how Mike handles their conflicts than what I hope Will could have. The sad part is, Melvin always has the potential to be what it looks like at surface level. Just a dumb teen boy, feeling inadequate and stumbling his way to the girl he loves, making mistake after mistake, almost losing her, only to ultimately end up with her.

But the contrast of her and Will is always there, especially when it involves Mike. From the very first episode, Mike is shown to have a deeper emotional connection with Will than quite literally anyone else. Every season brings attention to that. We saw Mike, two seasons in a row, literally fight tooth and nail to save/be there for Will. Milesaway was being built up in the meantime but in comparison to what Will and Mike have, it feels like an after thought.

There are narrative directions that they took with Milwaukee could've been compelling but Mike didn't even seem that worried about El in the first place. He threw away her break up letter as a soon as Will said "if you keep looking at that, it's not going to change" like?? The people she was with were government agents that locked her away before, you're not worried they'll do that again. In that moment, it could be the last time he ever heard from her. Then even the heart to hearts with Will, it doesn't feel like he loves her romantically. It feels like he feels obligated to be with her because she's a girl who saved his life multiple times and honestly who else could ever measure up to that? But he doesn't emotionally support her unless she is in the line of battle and that's concerning. He had several days to contemplate how he messed up, what upset her, how to mend it and still, it felt like he didn't.

He knew knew how to fix things with Will almost immediately, knew exactly what hurt him, what to apologize for, what parts of his words to emphasize to Will and mended every single thing within one day.

Why couldn't he do that with El? Why does his attempt to comfort her feel dismissive and deflective? Why when he spoke about her to Will was it centered around her abilities but not who she was as a person? Feelings of inadequacy are a normal conflict in relationships but the fact that it is centered specifically around her supernatural abilities is concerning. He doesn't talk about how brave it was for her to even leave the lab in the first place, he doesn't talk about how he feels sad in her absence, doesn't compliment her appearance anymore, doesn't compliment her at all, doesn't express that he wants her around because he enjoys her company, doesn't talk about their laughs together or any significant emotional impact she's had outside of her powers or how literally no one else in the world will ever be her, and that's what makes her the most important person in the world to him. None of that is expressed.

And beforehand.

"If I would've said that thing, she would've taken me with her" this specifically feels like he doesn't feel it, like it's not something he wants to say but he knew she wanted to hear it.

I think this is part of the reasons why it hit Bylers so hard when we thought we were being queerbaited because they put emphasis on Mike seeming to not want to say what she wants him to say and then he does. Narratively, it doesn't make any sense that he claims he loves her like that, even if you only use s4 as a reference. Anyone that's been in love before is adding it up and the math ain't mathing with Mortuary. I'm sure it would be less of a sting for Will or us to be hurt if these efforts were going for an epic, hold your breath, there is no way anyone or anything can stop them from being with one another type of love but at this point Milkshake even though it's been built up since s1 feels like a ship they just put there to move the story.

My point is, regardless of which ship sails by the end of the show, the Duffers will face some kind of backlash. If they go with Milkvan, they would be giving us the literal bare minimum. Not because it's your regular boy falls for girl story but because they didn't properly build their romantic storyline in a way that makes you root for them unless you're someone who roots for straight relationships by default. If this were a queer relationship, I would still have the same affliction with it. But if they go with Byler, it will be an epic scifi coming of age queer story and regardless of backlash from homophobes, they'd be legends. They'd be the first people to do something like this, and I hope that the Duffers got the balls to do it lmao

#byler rant #byler #byler endgame #stranger things #stranger things 5 #duffer bros #duffer brothers

[jaimebluesq]

I posted 1,420 times in 2022

That's 750 more posts than 2021!

245 posts created (17%)

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I tagged 928 of my posts in 2022

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#but you suggest two boys or two girls might like each other as more than friends and it's suddenly “stop forcing kids to be gay”

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

What My Favourite Ships Say About Me

I've seen a few "What your favourite (insert X fandom) ship says about you" videos and posts, and thought I'd make my own about some of MY favourite pairings (spoiler - they're all NHS based - big surprise to anyone who follows me >.<), all of which I have written before.

Be warned, I poke fun at them and myself - this is all for shits and giggles :D

If anyone wants to use this as an excuse to make their own, please do! The more the merrier!

So let's start with the biggest one...

SangCheng

SangChengSu

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93 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#4

Have seen talk of non-fatal and non-romantic hanahaki and the following beast entered my brain.

Jiang Cheng

He starts coughing up lavender-tinted petals as a child. Everyone thinks it's from an unrequited crush and thinks it's cute and will go away on its own one day. Nobody really notices the petals are the same shade as Jiang Fengmian's robes nor that they get worse after Wei Wuxian is brought to Lotus Pier.

After WWX enters the family, some of the petals start taking on an aqua/teal colouring, and they always come on strongest after a derisive scolding from Madame Yu about how he's not enough and he can't allow the son of a servant to show him up.

The day WWX leaves with the Wen remnants, scarlet-tinted petals join the mix. Eventually Jiang Yanli marries and leaves Lotus Pier and every time she sees JC, her first words are always about WWX or Jin Zixuan - petals of blended purple and gold join the mix.

And then JC is left completely alone with a tiny child in his arms.

He does his best to push through his grief and do his duties to sect and nephew, by now long used to the frequent petals brought up every day.

One day he's holding Jin Ling and the baby says his first word - Jiujiu.

Another day, the nanny brings JL to JC's office and puts him on the ground - the baby gets up onto wobbly legs and takes his first steps, hands reaching out for JC.

And one day JC realizes that the only times he coughs up petals anymore is when he prays at the ancestral shrine, thinking on the family he lost. And even those eventually peter away as time scabs over the wounds in his heart.

By this time, JC knows what the petals meant.

When WWX comes back from the dead, JC fears the petals will come back.

They almost do - for a moment he coughs and feels something in his throat when he watches WWX leave with LWJ... and then Jin Ling is before him, asking if he's all right, all love and concern under a tough/snarky veneer. Just like his uncle.

He never worries about coughing up a petal again.

152 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#3

Nie Sect headcanon of the day:

The Nie traditionally prefer riding horses to flying their sabers. They let the other sects think its for aesthetics or because their sabers are too heavy. In reality, it's because their saber spirits are terrible backseat drivers and never shut up the whole journey.

202 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

#2

Watch "【Multi Sub】《#陈情令之乱魄》/ Fatal Journey 祖传刀墓事件跌宕起伏 明玦怀桑再续陈情令不朽传奇【玄幻 | 肖战 王一博 | iQIYI大电影-欢迎订阅】" on YouTube

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Posting for everyone who hasn't yet gotten their fill of the Nie Bros feels and Nie Huaisang's epic kubrick stare.

242 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Today I was made aware that this image exists - I will NEVER be the same!!!!!

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[ao3feed-kiribaku]

if only you saw what i can see

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fLJrNBG by p0rtabella Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t believe he’s worthy of his friends, so he pushes him aside. He doesn't believe he’s worthy of becoming a hero anymore, not after what he did to Deku Midoriya, so he pushed U.A. away. But he’s here anyway, so he may as well play up the persona, destroy stuff(mostly his hearing), and epically fail out so he can go and live as a hermit where he can’t harm anyone anymore. It's too bad some red-haired idiot does. Words: 1928, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Inui Ryou | Hound Dog, Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kouda Kouji Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Inui Ryou | Hound Dog, Inui Ryou I Hound Dog/Shinji Nishiya I Kamui Woods, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Kouda Kouji/Tokoyami Fumikage Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Supportive Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Jirou Kyouka is in the Bakusquad, Jirou Kyouka is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend, Self-Worth Issues, no beta we die like queer characters in a horror movie, Selectively Mute Kouda Kouji, Kouda Kouji is a Ray of Sunshine, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki, Hard of Hearing Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Hard of Hearing Jirou Kyouka read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fLJrNBG

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bnha #mha #kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki

[chronicparagon]

Are You an Angel or Demon? 

“You know, that’s not bad! I’m certainly not complaining.”

#I say this is accurate #last time she was called the ruler of hell #being an angel and guardian works well for her #but being the queen of the underworld would be epic too #...Does anyone use the word epic anymore? #I feel old #spam

[the-final-sif]

ohh my god ur AU is so cool im brainrotting so hard ?? i hope u dont mind me writing a little smth for it bc im !!! wowowow it's so epic -dr3amofagame on tumblr/twt

He'd been all but sure that the kid was going to die. 

Dream brushes his hand over the kid's head lightly, startling when Michael turns in his sleep to press his snout into his palm, tiny tusks digging into his skin. He's more at ease, now, though XD had warned him that he's still fragile - hence why he's in Dream's arms instead of sleeping on the cold ground. He doesn't really know what to, honestly. He didn't really expect to get this far. 

At least it looks like he's not hurting as much anymore.

That's...something, Dream thinks, brushing against the fine hairs at the base of the kid's skull as he thinks to himself. He'd been crying near-constantly before, which didn't bode well for either him or Dream, and hadn't been able to sleep nearly as soundly before waking up from the pain, even when Dream held him. Now, he almost looks content, burying his face into Dream's side and chuffing quietly in his sleep. It's the closest he's looked to peaceful as long as Dream's known him, at the least. 

Dream stares at the kid numbly, his breathing rattly but steady. His hands shake (they always shake, now) as he shifts him a little so he can sit more comfortably, grunting under his breath when Michael responds with a series of whines and irritated squeaks. His head tips back against the wall and he looks up, lips trembling around the sigh that leaves his lungs.

He can't take care of a kid.

Not for the first time, he wonders why Sam had brought this random kid with them in the first place. It's not like he doesn't already have Dream's total obedience as it is. Not that it seems like Sam cares about the kid much either - and whoever this kid is, he clearly came from somewhere, if his squeals and cries for what Dream figures must be his sounder from when they first ran away are of any indication. Dream huffs to himself, irritated - Sam's hatred for him is understandable enough, as much as the Warden is an asshole that tortures anyone that does as much as speak a word out of line. But dragging some random kid into their mess? For what? 

Probably 'cause he's a fucking coward, Dream snipes inside his head, and he snorts. That, of all things, has stayed constant. 

Still - he has no idea what he's fucking doing. Maybe it would've been better before shit went down, when things were the way they should be, but now? When he's barely able to take care of himself? When Sam is there looking over his shoulder, ready to make him "face the consequences" of every wrong step? Yeah, he's never been as ill-equipped to take care of a toddler and Dream thinks that the only reason why he's not had a breakdown over it all yet is that he's been too busy making sure that the kid won't fucking keel over and die on him. Then again, maybe he's just gotten used to the whole "constantly on the verge of completely falling apart at any given moment" and now it's just the status quo now - like, exposure therapy or something. That could be convenient. 

Besides, even if he was equipped for being any sort of - parent, or whatever, even if he wasn't half-starved and half-dead with Sam's proverbial hand on his neck, it's hardly like being around him in any capacity is safe. It took just about everything he had to hide Punz's involvement, all he can do is hope that he and Ranboo have made it out okay and not been discovered and consequently executed or some shit; he's long known that being allied with him is all but a death sentence. Being hunted down for eternity, your life in constant danger of being used as a bargaining chip because of someone else's mile-wide grudge? It's no life he could wish on anyone, never mind some kid. He's not an idiot - he's no saint - but he doesn't want some toddler to die for him. 

Still, there's no mistaking the swell of emotion that had risen at the sight of the kid, somewhat healed and relatively painless when XD had set him back into Dream's arms. There's no avoiding the recognition that sparks in Michael's eyes when he looks over at him, giggle-fits and begging to be held that are reserved for him and him only. Dream smooths his hand over the bumps of Michael's spine on his neck, careful to avoid the sensitive areas where bone is exposed to the air - pausing when Michael nudges forward in his sleep, nuzzling into the crook of his arm. 

He'll have to figure something out, later. Some way to get Michael safely secured away from Sam and away from himself, where he won't end up as potential collateral for when shit inevitably goes down. 

For now, though- 

Dream holds Michael a little closer to his chest, watching as the kid brushes up against him and presses his ear right up against his heart, and keeps his eyes fixed on the locked door of their room. Someone, after all, is going to have to keep watch.

---

Hello, so first and foremost, I love you and I would die for you. Second, you've taken my entire heart and it's yours now. Third, I'm going to cry about this all night. Fourth, just,,,, c!Dream not understanding why, being so disillusioned on how dangerous attachments are for him, and still being so helpless in his love for this toddler he's been tasked to watch over. :,) I'm crying about this tomorrow as well.

#michael beloved #dreamwastaken #c!dream #michael_beloved #c!awesamdude #c!sam #awesamdude #dsmp #dream smp #sif speaks #not my writing #fav #fic rec #submission #convict childcare au

[miyacreampie]

Lenny sensei's night class has begun!~♡

“Senpai~♡”

synopsis 💭;; Tanaka gets jealous bc some bitch talking to his man.

note 🖋️;; IT TOOK A WHOLE FUCKIN WEEK TO WRITE THIS. WHY DOES WORK ALWAYS PREVENT ME FROM DOING THE THINGS I LIKE? WHAT THE ACTUAL FU- by the way, ‘Isayama Misaki’ is based off of some asswipe I used to know- also, I ran out of ideas at the end, so it kinda cuts of lf at the good part. I apologize to the anon that requested this.

Requested by anon ♡

Male pronouns used

Tanaka wasn't a jealous man. Or at least he'd like to think so.

(Y/n) was pretty popular around campus, so it wasn't a surprise to see a few fangirls here or there. It kinda reminded him of Oikawa—except (Y/n) didn't exactly pay his fangirls any attention. (And he didn't have an ass as flat as printer paper.) But did that stop them from trying to get into his pants? No.

In all honesty, Ryu felt lucky that he had someone like (Y/n) as a boyfriend, although he didn't like the fangirls—who paid him no mind whenever they were together. It annoyed him that they kept surrounding (Y/n) who clearly wanted nothing to do with them, begging him for dates, one night stands, anything.

To say that Tanaka was mildly uncomfortable was an understatement.

🌇🌇

Today was a bit different. Instead of a crowd of women rushing towards (Y/n), it was just one—; Misaki Isayama. The woman (almost) every guy considered perfect. This was...manageable, but what did she want? Well—at least it was only one girl. He had only woken up a little over an hour ago, and wasn't exactly ready for his simps just yet.

“(L/n)-chan, can you help me study for the science exam that's coming up?”

“Just because you're my upperclassman, doesn't mean you can call me that.” (Y/n) said quietly, rubbing his eyes, then yawning. “I'm on my way to the lecture hall though, so maybe after that? I should be fully awake by then..”

Misaki smiled and nodded her head. “It's a date!”

“No. No it's not.”

🏙️🏙️

Tanaka let (Y/n) lean on him during the lecture. That turned into one sided cuddling from the sleepy man. Ryu thought it was cute how (Y/n) always clung to him when he was sleepy. He was a little sad when (Y/n) fully awoke, and let him go, but it was for the best.

“Oh, Ryu-san. I'm tutoring the rumored ‘perfect woman’, and it's gonna be awkward with just the two of us, so can y—”

“You headin to the library? I was on my way there anyway. I'll join ya.”

The (h/c) haired man nodded, and they both walked all the way to the other side of the schoolyard to the library building. Tanaka even held (Y/n)'s hand to flex on the girls they passed by. Some of the girls were noticeably annoyed or a little angry, which pleased him.

When they finally arrived, Misaki was standing by the door. Upon seeing Ryu, she scowled. But it was only for a second.

“Ah, (L/n)-kun..who's this?”

(Y/n) smiled, oblivious to Misaki and Tanaka glaring at each other. Needless to say, the intense atmosphere went right over his head. “This is my boyfriend..Tanaka. He'll be joining us if that's okay.”

“‘Perfect woman’ my ass..the only ‘perfect woman’ I know is Kiyoko-san.” Tanaka mumbled under his breath. (Y/n) may not have known, but Misaki and Tanaka were always competitive with each other. Other times he wouldn't have cared, but now that (Y/n) is what he's fighting for, he wasn't gonna back down.

“Oh, it's fine.” Misaki said through gritted teeth.

🏙️🏙️

Isayama and Tanaka were left sitting at a table alone, while (Y/n) searched for the science books. They sat in complete silence, but it was almost as if you could hear their thoughts—mentally arguing with one another.

(Y/n) returned with three books, seating himself between Isayama and Ryu. “Okay! Let's get started!”

***

As (Y/n) went on explaining the laws of physics (because Tetsurou used to tutor him), Misaki and Tanaka continued their epic staring battle. The battle ended once they noticed that (Y/n) had stopped talking. He was chewing his tongue in thought, trying to figure out how to pronounce a word.

Misaki didn't notice, but (Y/n) had gone from physics, to microbiology. In less than five minutes.

“Something wrong?”

“How do you say this word again..?” The (e/c) eyed man pointed to a bolded word in the textbook, leaning back a bit so the other two could see.

A suffocating silence reigned over the three of them, but only for about three seconds.

Isayama squinted a bit before she spoke. “Endothelial?”

“Oh yeah. Thanks, senpai.”

Isayama smiled smugly at Ryuunosuke. The said man had a visible tick mark (💢) on the side of his head, symbolizing his annoyance. Tanaka only wanted (Y/n) to call him ‘senpai’—even if they were the same age (if not, then (Y/n) might be older). It made him feel like he was a dependable upperclassman, maybe even a bit turned on in certain situations. But hearing (Y/n) call someone else senpai..made him a little sad.

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating. As Tanaka reached into his pocket to get his phone, he caught (Y/n) putting his own phone in his jacket pocket. Tanaka turned on his phone to see a message from (Y/n) in his recent notifications.

Pretty boy💖: Go to the bathroom. I'll join you later.

Although he was a bit confused, he got up from his chair. “‘M gonna go take a leak.” Ryu said as he started to make his way towards the men's restroom.

Almost five minutes pass before (Y/n) goes into the bathroom after Tanaka, telling Misaki that he was checking on him. As soon as (Y/n) had passed the first bathroom stall, he was yanked into the second one, the door locking almost immediately after it shut behind him. He wasn't given any time to react before he felt a familiar pair of soft lips violently smash against his own. (Not violent enough to make his mouth bleed or anything. Chill.)

A heated battle for dominance arose between the two, (Y/n) quickly taking the lead as he gently bit Ryu's lip.

They didn't want this to end, but eventually Tanaka had to break the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He stood there, breathless in his boyfriend's arms, not wanting (Y/n) to let go.

“Ryuunosuke..” Tanaka flinched upon his first name being said—even though (Y/n) said it many times before. His reaction brought a smile to (Y/n)'s face. “I love you~..” He said, drawing out the three words in a sing-song voice.

Ryu felt his legs getting weak, and held onto (Y/n) for dear life. (Somewhat out of fear that he might fall.) He wasn't actually feeling like this because of three words...right? “Babe..am I supposed to be kinda horny right now?” It was a bit of a strange question, but hey, it never hurts to ask.

(Y/n) chuckled. “Well, yeah. I might have to carry you out of here once we're done.” His warm smile from earlier didn't falter as he spoke.

‘How can he say something like that so casually? If I say something like that, I'd get d–’ Ryu's thoughts were snapped away when he felt his chest touch the stall divider and his pants being pulled down. He let out a soft moan as (Y/n) stroked him through his boxers.

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‘What the hell is taking them so long?!’ Isayama got up from where she sat, and went to the men's bathroom. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would see her going in. She opened the first stall's door. ‘If they ditched me, I swear to go–’

“W-Wait, (Y/n)!~ Haa!~♡”

“Geez senpai, you're so wet inside~..♡”

Misaki froze. She couldn't be sure that it was (Y/n) and Tanaka in there—but those were definitely Tanaka's pants hanging over the second stall's door. Now she felt more..curious than angry. Isayama slipped into the first stall, carefully and quietly closing the door behind her, and slowly locking it so it didn't make noise.

Ryu tried to keep his breathing steady as (Y/n) fucked him with his fingers—even though that did absolutely nothing to help his current situation. Hell, he couldn't even process words anymore. The only actual word he could say was his boyfriend's name. He eventually remembered how to speak after about two minutes of being finger-fucked.

He wanted to sound more demanding, but his voice came out more whiny than what he'd have liked it to. “Fuck me already..ya fuckin– Hng!~” It may have been that he couldn't process it, or that (Y/n) had moved at the speed of sound, but Tanaka wasn't able to register how fast (Y/n) pulled his fingers out, and shoved his cock into his still tight hole. He wanted to say something, but all that came out was a choked whine.

“You were saying?~♡” (Y/n) asked, though it sounded more like a demand than a question.

Tanaka wasn't given a chance to answer due to (Y/n) ruthlessly fucking the poor man senseless. His loud whines and moans echoed throughout the bathroom, much to (Y/n)'s pleasure. He wanted everyone to know that he was a taken man. He wanted everyone on campus to hear Ryuunosuke's pleasurable cries.

Hearing the two men fucking in the next stall turned Isayama on to no end. (Even though it was more of (Y/n)'s voice that made her wet.) But she resisted touching herself because she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she masturbated to her rival getting fucked. (A kinda stupid reason, but okay.)

“Fu–fuck, (Y/n)!~ So good..it feels so good!~” Ryu babbled, the words almost incoherent as he attempted to push back against his boyfriend's cock. “More!~ Give me more!~♡” He begged, voice broken and choking on his own breath.

The (e/c) eyed man didn't say a word. As his senpai had politely asked of him, (Y/n) drove his cock so deep into Tanaka that the said man let out the loudest drawn out moan (Y/n) had ever heard from him. If it weren't for the cum spewing from the teary eyed man, (Y/n) would've thought he had hurt his lover. He wasn't entirely sure until he felt Ryu continue to push back against him, desperate for more friction.

“Aww..you're so cute when you act like a bitch in heat, senpai~..♡”

He only got a choked whine in response.

“I'm pretty close anyway..do you want it inside?~♡” (Y/n) asked, pulling the shaky man up to his chest. Again, only a whine. (Y/n) parted Ryu's lips with his fingers, those fingers soon being coated in saliva. “Use your words~..”

Finally, Tanaka spoke, despite his unintentional dry heaving. “Fuck me- please~..”

“As you wish~♡” (Y/n) almost whispered, gripping Tanaka's cock firmly, earning another broken moan from the said man. “You're the only person I'd fuck like this, you know that, right?” He said, as he rubbed the shorter man's stomach.

“Y-Yeah..that makes me happy~..”

Lmao this was like- 80% highschool drama (in a college setting), and the remaining 20% being me getting horny for no reason. Also, I'm aware this made no sense. None of the stuff I write makes sense. :)

The class session is now over!~♡

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