#he's even posted his height and a bunch of other things

[coulsonlives]

To the peep in my inbox here ya go, fuck it:

Tldr: an anti posts ship hate in a tag, a trans person tells them to tag it, the anti is offended and bullies them for months, and calls them a transphobe for fictional headcanons the anti also has, and calls them a number of slurs including crazy, cissy, etc, until they leave and possibly commit suicide.

The anti’s name is “Howl” and he’s @eightdoctor.

The victim is Jazz @angerissue @helicarrier.

For Howl, I looked through his blog to see if I could find anything on him, and he lives in the uk or across the pond, based on timezones, and he’s posted a lot of selfies so if you ever come across someone like this, steer fucking clear if you value your mental health. (This is readily accessible public info on his blog fwiw.) I feel sick to my stomach so I’ll just post all the shit I found.

I think it started with this,

Howl posted anti shit in a character tag:

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/672832902144376832/wait-this-person-is-so-crazy-check-this-shit

He was obviously looking to start shit and annoy people and be a ship policer, but Angerissue pointed this out and she got so much harassment in return.

Howl literally reblogged that ship post over and over again to shit on Angerissue with new little "damning things” he got from her huge HUGE blog that she ran, like did he just sit on her blog for hours to find these tiny things or wtf?? There’s so much stuff on her blog, I can’t even begin to think how he even found what he was posting. What happened to don’t like don’t read:

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/676090902015524864

After that came this:

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/676032972316688384/this-person-went-to-the-er-cuz-i-called-them-out

“Haha cissy”

“White savior tendencies”

What the actual fuck?

I looked at Angerissue’s posts and things to see if I could find any white savior narrative and I found literally nothing, not even anything about race at all.

“I wish they’d died in the er actually”

He literally encouraged his posse to bully her off tumblr, a bunch of antis joined in. Someone said Angerissue blocked them and it must have meant she was a homophobe (noo, it couldn’t be because they were harassing her, no way, she must have blocked them because she’s a homophobe, these fucking wankers with no compassion). Someone said “wow she posted all that instead of just apologizing” when nobody asked for an apology or even tried to talk to her, it was all attacks!

https://waxwingsfail.tumblr.com/post/672859227785773056/brooo-are-we-just-gonna-ignore-this

Look at all the checkboxes this guy checks off. He calls Angerissue ableist while being ableist himself (“this person is crazy”), and while Angerissue I’m guessing is disabled because she has migraines! And lots of other things he can’t even substantiate, while he acts hateful about cis people himself and calls her a “cissy”. I’m fucking LIVID.

I guess nobody actually went to Angerissue to talk to her, they just jumped into the mob with their pitchforks.

The only KIND OF questionable thing was “female pronouns” but a lot of people make that mistake and I checked Angerissue’s blog, she had changed it?? And any thing else just seems like bad wording, I don’t see any actual transphobia, she checks out to be an actually good person and her comments on her blog even say she was open to fixing things she does wrong, I just.

All of Angerissue’s phrasing was easily explained by ignorance or just bad wording, and I know someone who gets migraines, sometimes you just fuck up your words (idr what the name for that is) so that’s a possibility too, why attribute such tiny fuckups to malice right out of the gate?!

(Don’t even get me started on Howl’s about page. He’s obviously an anti so this whole thing just reeks of a smear campaign.)

Also Howl has a headcanon of his own about Bruce Banner (the character Angerissue writes and Howls’ special interest) having internalized homophobia too, so why did he say “lol they made them a transphobe with their whole chest” about Angerissue like it was an attack on her as a person?? And say “can we bully her off the website now”?

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/180778623661/what-are-your-top-10-headcanons-about-bruce

He was shitting on Angerissue and telling people to bully her for literally the same headcanon he has! What a hypocrite.

I also found this joke post a long time back into his blog, but obviously it’s not just a joke for him, it’s something he bullied Angerissue over because he couldn’t accept her own headcanons and he even bullied her over things he had the same headcanon for (but he didn’t mention that of course, because if Angerissue was horrible for having that headcanon it would mean he was too, and he couldn’t have that could he?):

https://eightdoctor.tumblr.com/post/177280551336

Also Howl captured a paragraph where Angerissue explained Bruce Banner’s mental illness started in his childhood then got worse when he met another character (Wanda maximoff), and right below that, even tho the EVIDENCE WAS RIGHT THERE IN THE CAPTURE, Howl accused Angerissue of making that new character cause Bruce Banner’s mental illness instead of it starting in his youth (here, under the reblog with the weird dick comment...)

This went on for months apparently.

The worst part is, Angerissue says she is nonbinary on her blog so I can’t imagine how hard this was for her, imagine being called a transphobe for a headcanon by someone who has the same headcanon.

Edit: Thanks to a comment I just learned that “cissy” is a derogatory slur made towards cis people, so by calling Angerissue “cissy” Howl was implying she wasn’t trans (or nonbinary), but cis. If that isn’t transphobic, idk what is. You can’t take identities away to bully or punish people, holy shit.

Now Angerissue seems to have not been on for months, and she made some very worrying posts about killing herself. I was talking to one of her friends which is how I found about all this, and they haven’t heard from her either, even though they’ve been in good contact for a year. Angerissue put ten years of her life into a passion character, she made gut-wrenchingly beautiful gifs and fics and made a mainstay blog for the roleplay commuity, and this is what she got. This was the kind of person she was. I hope she’s still alive but I don’t know if she is, and I’m horrified and sick and something needs to be done even if that isn’t the case.

THIS ISNT FUNNY, ITS NOT A FUCKING JOKE, STOP BULLYING PEOPLE OVER FUCKING HEADCANONS OR HONEST MISTAKES BECAUSE YOU WANT A TEMPORARY LAUGH ABOUT HOW (NOT) MORALLY SUPERIOR YOU ARE, YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKS.

Footnote edit 1: Confirmation directly from Jazz's blog that Howl spent at least 3 hours initially on her blog to dig around for things, then posted more things after a month, and a lot more things that prove Howl's accusations about her were false.

#callout #fuck it #eightdoctor #bullying #suicide cw #psa #anti receipts #i can't even tag this as drama this is beyond drama #fucking piece of shit #callout tw #callout cw #edited to fix pronouns for angerissue #also i took out his first name but it's findable if you look at his blog idk #he's even posted his height and a bunch of other things #he's shameless and really doesn't care if people recognize him as THIS person #bullying cw #bullying tw #marvel #edited again to fix angerissue*'s url #i feel so so so bad and i reached out to her i just wish i could have known who she was earlier #i can't stop thinking about that #people to block

[yeagerfate]

big spoon or little spoon?

characters: miles morales (earth-1610), miguel o’hara, hobie brown, gwen stacy, pavitr prabhakar

warnings: none lol

notes: i didn’t proofread this because i’m exhausted from a bunch of irl stuff, so i’ll come check this out later and see if i need to fix anything. don’t really like how this went at all but i need something to post so oh well <3 might delete this later kinda depends. also i got my first writing request which i am very excited about hehe

Honestly, it all really depends on Miles’ mood. If he’s had a good day, then he’ll definitely be spooning you. However, if something went wrong, he will be seeking your comfort and attention. One of your most memorable moments with Miles’ was spooning him for the first time. He’d completely flunked an exam because he was out on a really dangerous mission the night before. In shambles, Miles had told you that he hadn’t slept at all and fell asleep during the test. He was really nervous to tell his parents about it because he didn’t know what his excuse would be. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was out at some party, or just being irresponsible. He slept like a baby after you consoled him, his head resting on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back with the other holding his head. Although it was a bittersweet moment, you enjoyed it, and the way Miles had drooled in his sleep had you trying not to wake him up from your sweet giggling.

Miguel’s in denial, but he’s a little spoon. The feeling of your hands running through his wavy hair at the end of a stressful day at work is something he’s grown addicted to. He’s a bit ashamed of it, as he thinks he should be the one holding you, but you quickly snap him out of it. Miguel finds solace in your arms, and for a couple hours it’s nice to forget about all of the emotional turmoil from work. Though, if you ever ask for it, Miguel will absolutely hold you. Sometimes, it’s nice to feel your head resting on his muscular chest and your warmth on him. In the mornings, it’s especially hard for Miguel to get up. Your arms are just so comfy and snug, and he feels like he’s at home when he’s with you. Lyla makes fun of him for it, calling him a “simp” (he doesn’t know what it means), but he doesn’t care. The way your face lights up when you feel his toned arms wrapped tightly around your face is something he’d never want to give up.

Hobie is a big spoon. He’s not big into snuggling, as he likes his personal space, but once you get into it, you get into it. (He is very affectionate with the people he cares about, though!) He’s found that the most comfortable position would be with your back against his chest and his arm wrapped around your stomach, his face hidden in your neck sweetly. It can get a little irritating, since Hobie is a big snorer. He also has a warmer body temperature, so in the summer, you’ll have to resolve to holding each other’s hands. It’s both endearing and frustrating, but it’s for Hobie, and that makes it worth it. During cuddling, the bonnet he wears tickles your neck. It’s hard to hold in the automatic laugh you have from it because he’s trying to sleep. Cuddling with Hobie is messy, fun, and enjoyable. It’s just so… Hobie.

Gwen, despite her average height, is a big spoon. She likes the feeling of being able to just hold and protect you. Gwen has lost so much, and so she feels she has to make sure you’re safe at all times. One of the way she does this is by holding you close to her her neck, your head resting on her shoulder as she runs her hands down your back. It doesn’t matter how tall you are. Even if you’re a foot taller than her, you’ll still be held by her. However, Gwen occasionally has nightmares, and so when she wakes up she’d like to be embraced by you. When she has her head pressed against you chest, and she can hear the sound of your heartbeat, it really makes her feel better. It reassures her panicking brain that you’re alive, you’re here, and you’re fine. It’s a soothing feeling, one that’s hard to describe. All she knows is that she really treasures it.

Pavitr is very enthusiastic about all types of physical affection, and that includes cuddling. He is a big spoon, though he doesn’t mind trading places at all. While you’re cuddling, he loves to tell you about how his day went. If you know that he’s spider-man, he’ll tell you all about the adventures he went on with his friends. Sometimes, he’ll even rant about Miguel, which is very amusing. However, if you don’t know that he’s spider-man, Pavitr will take a much different approach. Instead, he’ll ask you to tell him about your day. He asks you if you saw anything you liked at the stores nearby, or if you tried any new food. He likes to take note of these revelations because they make for great gifts. Pavitr is a very talkative cuddler, but on tiring days, he’ll be out like a light after 5 minutes. It all depends on how his day went.

#atsv fluff #atsv x reader #itsv x reader #itsv fluff #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miles morales fluff #miles morales x reader #across the spiderverse x reader #into the spiderverse x reader #hobie brown fluff #hobie brown x reader #gwen stacy fluff #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr prabhakar fluff #slept from 3am to 12pm today kinda regret it kinda dont #i hate tagging bruh

[helloalycia]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑

two / three / four / masterlist / wattpad

summary: the usual story of a girl falling for a girl who eventually becomes her brother's girlfriend. What could go wrong?

warning/s: none.

author's note: here’s another jackie one i wrote a while ago as i’m trying to post some stuff i’ve already written whilst working on a bunch of other stuff lol, this one was super fun to write so i hope you enjoy it!

also i googled what grades and ages are in america but it well confused me so sorry if it's wrong lol

y/b/n = your band’s name and y/bf/n = your best friend's name

5 years old.

"You're gonna love it, Y/N, I just know it," my brother, Jeff, was encouraging me as he walked by my side, holding my hand.

I smiled nervously, looking up at him and immediately being put at ease. It was my first day of kindergarten and I'd been super nervous the last few weeks, wondering what it would be like. Jeff was a year older than me, so it was his first day of first grade but he never seemed scared about these things. I wanted to be just like that.

"Okay, my darlings, this is where I leave you," our mum said, stopping by the front gates. She kneeled down to hug us both, adding, "I love you so much. Have the best first day. Okay? And Y/N, if you're worried, your brother is here for you, alright?"

I nodded, squeezing her tightly, before letting go. Jeff gave me a smile before leading me through the gates.

"You're gonna go that way, over there," he told me, pointing to the line forming by the front of the school. "Just look out for me over here, okay?"

"Thanks, Jeff," I said, hugging his side briefly before making my way to the queue that was forming. Other kids like me, nervously awaiting their first day.

After the teacher greeted me and led me to the queue, I waited patiently for the rest of the class to settle down and glanced over to the other queue across the playground, where Jeff was. He was surrounded by his friends, all grinning as they reunited, and I recognised a few of them from play dates at home. My eyes scanned the line he was in, glancing between the other students. And that's when I saw her.

At the time, I didn't know her name. I soon discovered it was Jackie Taylor. But I didn't care at that moment because all I was focused on was how pretty she looked, laughing with some other girls. Her blonde hair was pulled back into two ponytails, her bright eyes shimmering with excitement, even all the way across the playground. I didn't know what liking somebody was that young, I just knew that the butterflies in my stomach and my inability to look anywhere but at her wasn't normal.

I suppose that was where my crush on Jackie Taylor began.

—

14 years old.

"Y/N, I need your advice."

I looked up from the book I was reading to see Jeff hanging by the doorway of my room. He was unusually sheepish, making me lower my book and raise an eyebrow.

"What's up?" I asked, making space for him on my bed.

He let himself in my room, jumping on top of the bed and crossing his legs. "So... you're a girl, right?"

I tried not to laugh. "Last time I checked."

He was nervous. "Sorry, I know, I just meant– you know how girls think. And I... I think I like a girl. At school. And I wanted your opinion."

Intrigued, I said, "Which girl? What's she like?"

"I think you might know her," he said. "Or at least have seen her around. Y'know Jackie Taylor in my grade? Blonde hair, about your height, really hot?"

At the mention of Jackie, a girl I'd been crushing on since I first set eyes on her, my smile faded slightly. I'd seen her around a lot at school, since she was only in the grade above, and though I'd never spoken to her, it was easy for me to get stuck in admiration from afar. Of course I knew I had zero chances with her, but now knowing Jeff liked her too was like the world's way of confirming that my fantasy of being with Jackie Taylor was just that, a fantasy.

"Oh, yeah, Jackie Taylor," I said after a moment, hiding my surprise. "She's pretty."

"She is," he agreed with a smile that was reminiscent of my own whenever I saw her. "I think she might be interested in me too. Randy said her friend Shauna was asking about me."

"Well, that's gotta be a good sign," I said with a slight smile, trying to ignore the pit of despair and focus on being happy for my brother. "What's the problem then?"

He sighed. "Well, I wasn't sure whether I should ask her out or play the long game a little. What d'you think?"

I scratched my head to buy some time as I thought. "Erm... well, from a girl's perspective, I wouldn't want someone to mess around for too long if they liked me. And Jackie seems like quite the catch. If you don't make your move, somebody else might."

He nodded, actually paying attention to me surprisingly. "You're right, you're right... I should ask her out before someone else does."

"Exactly," I agreed.

He thought about it for a moment before beginning to smile. "You're so right, Y/N. Thank you!"

Before I could react, he hugged me quickly, and that was when I knew that no matter what feelings I thought I had for Jackie Taylor, it didn't matter anymore. She was off limits.

Of course, when I wished it would just end there, it didn't. Turns out Jeff was terrible at making the first move, or at least finding the opportunity to. So much that when he begged me to try out for the soccer team a few days later, claiming he needed a reason to talk to her, I had no choice but to oblige. I loved my brother and I knew he'd do the same for me, so I pushed my own feelings aside and did what I could to help. No matter how humiliating it would be.

Soccer was not my forte. Music was my thing. I played the guitar and piano, putting my time into that as an extracurricular, not sports. So, when I showed up for soccer tryouts after school, Jeff by my side for 'support', I was a nervous wreck.

"Jeff Sadecki," Jackie said when we approached her, a flirty smile on her lips. And then her eyes fell to me. "And you must be Y/N, his sister. Nice to meet you."

I smiled awkwardly, realising just how badly I was crushing when I heard her speak. She knew who I was?

"Take it easy on my sister, yeah?" Jeff said playfully, wrapping an arm around me, to which I shoved him off instantly.

"Oh, I'm sure she can handle whatever I throw her way," she retorted, before glancing at me kindly. "Right, Y/N?"

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," I mumbled, already dreading tryouts.

She must have thought I was kidding as she laughed. "You head over there to stretch. I'll be right over."

I obeyed, relieved to be away from the flirty glances her and my brother were exchanging that were making me nauseous.

After stretching and hoping I wouldn't do something extremely embarrassing, I glanced over at Jackie and Jeff, seeing her twirling her hair as she spoke to him. He was ecstatic, and I wanted to die. Finally, he went to sit in the bleachers to watch, and Jackie joined us soon enough.

"Okay, ladies, soccer tryouts start now!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, clapping her hands together. "Hope you're all ready to show the Yellowjackets your worth!"

I groaned inwardly at her enthusiasm.

Tryouts was the worst thing I'd ever endured. Between drills, shooting and scrimmage, I was breathless after an hour. How the hell did people play soccer for fun? It was exhausting! The only thing that made this a little worth the hassle was having a front row view of Jackie, who was admittedly drool-worthy in her soccer uniform. Even when she was yelling orders, I still found myself distracted and unable to focus on an already boring sport.

It was especially embarrassing when I was attempting to practice taking goals and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to land a shot. Some of the other girls who were trying out were laughing at me, I could hear them, and even some of the Yellowjackets team were mumbling between each other, no doubt about how terrible I was. Everything we'd done until now, I'd failed. But this was just the cherry on top.

Whether it was because I was Jeff's little sister, or because she genuinely pitied me – possibly both – Jackie tried to help out.

"Kick with the side of your foot," she said, as I lined up another shot. "Don't overthink it. Just aim and kick!"

Wanting this to just be over already, I tried to do as she said and took the shot. Naturally, the ball went completely past the net, and the goalkeeper, Van, didn't have to move a muscle as she watched it roll away. Face flaming with embarrassment, I shook my head.

"It's okay, maybe shooting isn't your strength!" Jackie tried to reassure.

We both knew none of this was my strength, but I said nothing as I rejoined the line and let the next girl go.

If that wasn't awful enough, the last part of tryouts approached and I soon found myself playing in a scrimmage as a midfielder, trying my best to keep up with the game and not make a further fool of myself. Luck didn't seem to be with me, as when someone shouted my name and I prepared myself to catch the ball at my feet, I didn't step back quickly enough and it hit me right in the face, sending a burst of pain up my nose and me on my arse.

Horrified as people began to rush up to me to check if I was okay, I tried to assure them I was fine, but it was looking more and more unbelievable as blood ran from my nose. 

"Guys, give her some space!" Jackie said, before making her way through the crowd to check on me. Worriedly, she grabbed my face and inspected my nose. "Fuck... C'mon. I should get you to the nurse's office."

"Oh my god, Y/N...," Jeff appeared, slowing down when he saw the state of me. He clearly found it amusing as he stifled a smile. "Are you okay?"

I glared at him as Jackie helped me stand up.

Both her and Jeff led me to the nurse's office, though their attention was more on each other than it was on me. I tried not to sulk about it as I went to get seen to and watched them flirt outside the door, clearly getting what they wanted. I'd made a fool of myself in front of Jackie for sure, but it didn't matter because Jeff seemed happy enough, and I guess that was all that mattered.

After that awful day, it was safe to say I didn't make the team, not that that was the aim. But Jeff did finally ask Jackie out, and after a few more dates, they became official. Their relationship was sweet, and Jackie was exceptionally polite to me, but that was because she saw me as her boyfriend's little sister and nothing more.

I knew it was for the best and hoped it would help me get over my crush on her, but it really didn't.

Shortly after they started dating, it was clear that I had my responsibilities as the boyfriend's little sister. Jackie approached me one day at school, where I was chatting with some of my friends by my locker. Because of how smart and pretty and kind Jackie was, she was pretty well known in my grade also, and it was always seen as cool to know someone in the grade above. So, when she found me, my friends immediately fell silent, amazed at the fact I was talking to a tenth grader.

"Hey Jackie, what's up?" I asked, wondering what she needed.

She flashed a picture perfect smile to my friends, who were either drooling over her or stunned into silence, then looked back to me. "I wanted to ask if you were coming to the game later?"

"Game?" I asked with confusion.

"My soccer match," she clarified.

"Oh, er...," I started, but wasn't really sure what to say because I didn't know I needed to, or that she'd want me there. "I think Jeff is?"

"I know that, silly," she laughed, making my heart skip a beat annoyingly enough, "but I wanted you to come too! Thought it could be fun and I could use the support."

Feeling like I had no choice, I nodded. "Yeah, sure, I'll come."

She grinned. "Awesome!" Then she glanced at my friends saying, "You guys should come too. The more, the merrier."

They nodded awkwardly, and she smiled at me once more before leaving. And that was how I got roped into attending the Yellowjackets' soccer games, as someone who had zero interest in soccer.

—

Maybe it was because she was dating my brother that she felt she needed to spend time with me, I wasn't sure. But for whatever reason, Jackie tried her best to chat with me whenever she was around, or hang out with me a little.

The first time she tried was after school, when she was hanging out with Jeff at our house. I was in my room doing some homework when there was a knock at my door, and after letting whoever it was in, Jackie appeared.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "Hey, Jackie."

"Hey," she said with a smile, before letting herself in and looking around. "Cool room."

I glanced around, as if to see what she was seeing. It was nothing special, just some posters blu-tacked on the walls, mismatched bedsheets on my bed and a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Still, I smiled a little, acknowledging her comment.

"So, what're you doing?" she asked, sitting at the edge of my bed, before her eyes fell to the keyboard and guitar on the side. "Oh, that's cool! You play?"

I watched as she got up to take a closer look, though clearly not familiar with the instruments as she was reluctant to touch anything. "Yeah, I took lessons as a kid and it kinda became my favourite thing."

"Leave it to Jeff to not tell me how cool his little sister is," she mumbled with amusement, and it stung just a little, the reminder of how she saw me. Glancing at me hopefully, she asked, "Can you play something for me?"

"I actually have homework to do," I said apologetically, but also glad for the out, because she didn't need to know that most of the stuff I'd composed was inspired by her.

"Oh, right, yeah, duh," she said with a laugh, before approaching my desk and hovering above me, making me forgot how to breathe. "What you working on? English?"

All I could do was nod.

"Need a hand?" she asked helpfully. "I already did this and I'm pretty good if I do say so myself."

"Oh, I think I've got it–" I tried to stop her, but she was already grabbing the seat to my keyboard and pulling it next to me.

"I don't mind, honest," she said sweetly, before grabbing my book and taking a look.

With no choice but to accept her help, I let her. And that was when I realised she was just trying to be nice to me, and I kind of had to accept.

She'd do that occasionally, or greet me in school when she didn't need to, and I thought that getting to know her like this might help eradicate my crush on her, since it was based on a fantasy of what I thought I knew about her. Unfortunately, it only made me like her more because I got to know her as more than the fantasy in my head, and it turned out that the real Jackie Taylor was still worth crushing on.

—

It was about a month into hers and Jeff's relationship when they broke up. I wasn't sure how or why, just that one day Jeff came back from a date looking annoyed and told me in a firm statement that he and Jackie were over. I wasn't sure what to think, nor how it really affected me other than I'd lost out on a somewhat decent relationship with Jackie. It was even more awkward when I realised Jackie had promised to tutor me for an upcoming English test and I wasn't sure if she'd even talk to me, or if I was supposed to talk to her.

The following Monday after their break up, I saw Jackie around at school but didn't know whether I could speak to her or not. But then she came to me at my locker, as if nothing was wrong.

"Hey, you still free after school for that tutoring?" she asked with her usual friendly smile.

"I... yes?" I answered, though it was more of a question because of how confused I was.

"Okay," she laughed, "why do you seem so puzzled?" When I didn't answer, she continued, "Oh, did you think I was gonna bail because Jeff and I broke up?"

I pursed my lips uncomfortably. "Yes?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm not. What happened between Jeff and I is separate to us, Y/N. I mean, he's definitely a jerk, but that doesn't make you one."

I smiled awkwardly, unsure what exactly he'd done to be deemed a 'jerk' but also not caring enough to ask.

"Meet you in the library after school?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Surprised but also appreciative that she was still willing to tutor me, I nodded in agreement. "Sounds good, Jackie. Thanks."

She flashed me a smile before leaving.

Tutoring happened as planned and I aced my test the day after. But then the day after that, Jackie and Jeff were suddenly back together like nothing had happened, and once she told me it was a mistake upon seeing my confusion, I soon realised they had one of those relationships. They'd break up over stupid stuff but ultimately get back together, and as exhausting as it was to witness, I knew it wasn't my business.

—

15 years old.

I sat and ate my dinner as my parents chatted Jackie's ear off about soccer and her studies. She was over for the evening as Jeff's date, courtesy of my parents, a somewhat regular occurrence lately. And I didn't mind, but it was getting a little tiring listening to the same thing all the time. Though, I regretted thinking that as soon as the conversation turned to me.

"...yes, she's started a band with her friends," my mum was telling Jackie. "They're playing the school dance next week."

Jackie immediately looked to me with amazement. "Wait, you're Y/B/N? You and your friends?"

I grew embarrassed as everyone looked at me. It was true that some of my friends and I had started a band, mainly because we were bored and needed an outlet from school, but also because it was something fun to do on the side. It wasn't a secret, but it was the last thing I wanted to discuss at dinner.

"Yeah, it's just something new," I said dismissively.

"Don't sell yourself short, Y/N, you guys are great," Jeff said encouragingly, and I smiled gratefully at him. As far as older brothers went, he was pretty good.

"I cannot wait to see you perform," Jackie said with an excited smile. "It's gonna be so cool."

"Let's hope so," I said lightheartedly.

"She's a little nervous, since it's their first live performance," my mum decided to embarrass me further, making me avoid everyone's eyes. "It'll be lovely to have support already in the crowd."

"Oh, of course!" Jackie continued brightly. "The team and I are gonna be there for you, Y/N. And if you want, I can help you get ready for the dance beforehand, I don't mind."

"Oh, no, you don't need to–"

"That's very generous of you, Jackie!" my mum exclaimed, cutting me off. "Thank you!"

Jackie grinned, eyes flickering to mine as I wished to be swallowed up by the ground there and then. Jackie Taylor helping me get ready for a school dance? No, thanks.

But due to my mum's insistence, that was how I found myself sat on my bed a week later, with Jackie doing my makeup.

"Your shirt is what colour again?" she asked as she scanned the eyeshadow palette in her hand.

"Black, but the skirt is blue," I said as nonchalantly as I could, hoping she couldn't hear my heart racing in my chest.

I wasn't handling the whole having my crush inches away from my face thing very well, and I was certainly having a hard time hiding it.

"Okay, great, I have the perfect idea," she said with a grin, before coating her brush in a colour and leaning forward again. "Close your eyes for me?"

Relieved I wouldn't have to look at her, I closed my eyes and let her apply my eye makeup, trying not to focus on the warmth emanating from her or the way the pad of her finger would gently rub at my skin or the caress of her breath as she exhaled. Nope, not focusing on any of it.

"So, any boys caught your eye that you're gonna dance with tonight?" she asked as she worked.

"Erm, not really, no," I mumbled.

She paused, and I almost opened my eyes to see why, but then she said, "Any girls? Because that's okay, too."

My cheeks were hot and I was relieved my eyes were closed otherwise she would've seen, truly, how flustered I was.

"No," I finally answered, clearing my throat. "I mean, it's okay, but no."

Did I just come out? Probably. But it wasn't a secret, and Jackie didn't seem to care.

"That's okay, just wait until they all see you perform," she said supportively. "Girls are suckers for musicians."

Yeah, but not the girl I wanted.

"Speaking of performing, is it gonna be originals or covers?"

"Covers for now," I answered, glad we were discussing something I was comfortable with. "The originals aren't ready for performing just yet."

"Ooh, so there are originals," she said in a playful tone. "Did you write any?"

"Some, yeah."

"Okay, eye makeup is done," she said quickly, and I opened my eyes to see her searching for a lipstick, but she continued talking, "And do I get to hear any of these originals?"

"Not yet," I quipped with a nervous smile, and I secretly hoped she'd never ask again because they were all about her.

She pouted playfully and I was forced to look away, a tornado twisting in my stomach because of how cute she looked.

After a moment, she lifted a dark red colour in the air with enthusiasm. "This is the one."

I assumed she'd give it me to put on, but she instantly uncapped the lipstick before leaning close again, grabbing my chin softly and painting my lips red. I was paralysed at the contact, my eyes flickering between hers. They looked greener than usual because of her green shirt, and then I started focusing on the space behind her head, realising I was staring.

"I think this is my best work yet," she said with pride, letting go and looking at me way more than I preferred. "You're really nervous, aren't you? Don't worry, you're gonna be great, Y/N."

Yeah, not nervous for what she thought... but I'd take it.

"Okay, get ready so I can see the final look," she feigned impatience, smacking me with her hands.

"Okay, okay, geez, Jackie." I got up as she laughed, and grabbed my clothes from the hangar.

I changed behind my wardrobe door, physically incapable of changing in front of her. When I stepped out, hair and makeup fully done, I glanced in the mirror and was pleased with what I saw, not really doubting Jackie's abilities. I turned to show Jackie, who stood up from the bed and looked me up and down, leaving me nervous all over again.

"You. Look. Beautiful," she said with a kind smile, approaching me and fixing my hair from the front.

"Thanks, Jackie," I said, both flustered and with appreciation.

Her eyes continued to take in my whole appearance, making me avoid meeting her gaze as I distracted myself with pulling on my shoes.

"So, are you not getting ready?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, Jeff said he'd drop me back off to mine so I can get ready with Shauna," she said. "Just wanted to make sure you were good to go first."

"Well, thanks, I appreciate it."

Once my shoes were on, I grabbed my jacket and opened my bedroom door, holding it open for her. Walking her downstairs, we stopped by the front door and Jeff and her left for her place whilst my mum dropped me off to the school early so the band and I could get ready.

The school gym was already decorated for the dance, the stage set up with our instruments. I found my friends backstage and smiled at how coordinated we all looked with our outfits.

The band was made up of myself on the guitar and keyboard, Y/BF/N on the drums, Tommy on vocals and guitar and Aaron on bass. We'd all been friends since kindergarten and grew closer in Music class, and they were a tight knit group that I couldn't imagine being without.

We'd practiced a lot since officially forming about a month ago, so I wasn't doubting our ability to sound good, but the dance was our first proper live performance and it was still a little nerve wracking.

"Okay, guys, this is it," Tommy said as we all got ready for the curtains to open. "Not a big deal, but also could be the difference between high school suicide and surviving the next three years."

"No pressure, in other words," Y/BF/N said sarcastically, making Aaron and I laugh.

"We've got this," I assured them all. "Good luck, gang."

They all returned it before we got into our positions and waited for the principal to announce us. I clutched my guitar pick and took a deep breath once I heard our name, then the curtains opened revealing the sports hall full of students, including Jeff, Jackie and all of her teammates.

They all smiled supportively, and I admittedly let my gaze linger on Jackie for a second longer than I should have. I couldn't help it – she looked so pretty in her purple satin dress, enough that I almost missed my cue to play because of how distracted I was.

We performed a few covers smoothly, making no mistakes and eventually falling into our usual rhythm, and everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves. After a set, the DJ took over and we all left our instruments onstage before leaving to have a break.

"I can't believe we just did that," Y/BF/N said with amazement.

"Neither can I," Tommy agreed with a laugh before pulling us all into a group hug.

After having the ultimate debrief of our performance, still in disbelief and on a high from it all, we went our separate ways to catch up with others, and Jeff and Jackie found me immediately.

"Y/N, that was awesome!" Jeff exclaimed when he saw me, before pulling me in for a hug. "You were amazing up there!"'

I chuckled, blushing. "Thanks, Jeff. You think everyone liked it? Like actually?"

"Of course they did!" he said like I was stupid. "Y'know how cool you are now?"

"Hey, she was always cool," Jackie said, smacking him playfully before shooting me a smile that made me weak in the knees; she was even prettier up close. "Y/N, you were amazing up there. Real badass. The team thought so too."

"Thanks, Jackie," I said with a nod, heart racing just a little more than usual.

"You're not on a for a while now, right?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, and all it took was for me to shake my head before she grabbed my hand and led me to the dancefloor with Jeff. "Good, you can dance with us!"

"Oh, I don't know–"

"Let loose, Y/N," she insisted with a grin, before dragging me to where her teammates were.

And as soon as they saw me, they showered me in compliments and I was flustered the whole time, not used to the attention. It was kind of Jackie to have them cheer me on, but it was also just another reminder that they all saw me as Jeff's little sister. Still, I tried to focus on how great the night had been and let myself enjoy it.

#jackie taylor x you #jackie taylor imagine #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor #ella purnell #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets

[writeonwhiskey]

the skz house: ch 1

Summary: Welcome to Sigma Kappa Zeta, the most popular fraternity on campus. When you, down on your luck and looking for a place to live, see their ad for ‘IN-HOUSE STAY’, you decide to check it out. 

Chapter One: Of Breakups and New Housing

You’re sitting on the curb next to several suitcases and trash bags full of your belongings, feeling humiliated as cars pass by. You can’t fucking believe you thought it would be a good idea to rent an off campus apartment with your boyfriend—well, now ex-boyfriend, of three years. It’s not even a full two months into the semester and you both already decided to call it quits. Things had been rocky over the summer to begin with, but you hoped living together would fix it. 

You were wrong. And stupid for letting him put only his name on the lease.

So what are you gonna do now? You can’t call your parents, they told you this was a bad idea from the start. You can’t give them the satisfaction of knowing they were right. Your friends are all in the dorms and, sure, you can crash with them for a couple nights but you need to find something for the remainder of the year. 

You take out your phone, wiping the tears that fall from your eyes as you start looking for somewhere to live. A one bedroom apartment by yourself is completely out of the monthly budget your parents send. You’ll have to settle on a room or some sort of shared living environment. 

Your scrolling stops when you see a post that says ‘FREE IN-HOUSE STAY’. You click on it to read more. 

FREE IN-HOUSE STAY

It’s that time of year again. The members of Sigma Kappa Zeta (SKZ) have beds to fill. Stay will be free of charge, however there are stipulations. Further details will be provided in person. Send a direct message if you’re interested and we will provide the interview date.

You’ve heard of the SKZ fraternity in passing, but never participated much in Greek life on campus. The post feels a little sketchy, if you’re being honest with yourself, but you send the email anyways. If you can pocket the money your parents are sending and stay somewhere for free, maybe you can turn this shitty situation around in your favor. 

You receive an email the following day that advises you to fill out an NDA and an application complete with a picture of yourself. You also go to a nearby clinic to complete a drug test and various other checks. Your interest in the ad is piqued, but the night spent on the floor of your friends dorm encourages you to pursue it.   

Two days later you find yourself standing outside of the SKZ house with ten other women. The house is in a gated community and sits on a pretty large lot, enough room between it and the next that neighbors probably didn’t mind a bunch of college students staying there. It’s a three-story home and not too far from campus, maybe a thirty minute walk. 

At 1:00pm the door opens and a tall, kinda lanky boy with a slender face greets you all. His eyebrows and most of his eyes are hidden behind his bangs, but he dons a welcoming smile. He’s wearing jeans and a black shirt with ΣΚΖ written across the chest in green letters. 

“Please, come in,” he says, gesturing for you all to enter. 

You all huddle in the foyer and he closes the door when the last girl enters before leading you into the living room. There’s a large, navy blue sectional where you all sit. When he exits the room, you fold your hands in your lap and cross your legs, shaking your nerves out through your foot. as you wait for whatever is about to happen.

You hear footsteps coming down the hall and eight men enter the room. If your life were a movie (it most definitely isn’t, you’re sleeping on a floor, remember?), this scene would play out in slow motion. They exude an air of confidence and nonchalance all at the same time. They’re all of similar heights, with hair color ranging from black to blonde, some are lanky, some are muscular—one is flat-out buff, and they’re all Korean. They’re…handsome? The word doesn’t feel like it suffices, though. Each and every one of them are breathtaking in a way that feels completely unfair and makes you question why you’re even there. 

They spread out in a line in front of the TV mounted on the wall opposite the sectional. They’re all wearing the same thing—jeans and the black shirt with their fraternity initial across the front. 

“Thank you for coming here today, ladies,” one of them starts to speak with a light Australian accent. 

As your eyes focus on him, he looks familiar. He’s in one of your classes. He seemed rather quiet and reserved in class, but here he’s easily taking charge and leading the situation. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment and he offers a tight-lipped half-smile and nod. 

“I’m Chan,” he continues. “The is Lee Know, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin.”

Each member waves as he gestures to them and says their name. Seungmin is the one who had opened the door. 

“We’re sure you’re curious as to what our post entails…let me explain.” Chan begins. “Here at Sigma Kappa Zeta, we strongly pursue the strongest version of ourselves. We work hard, study hard, and play hard. We want all of our members to be at their best at all times. We cannot achieve the goals and dreams we have if we are weak in any area. Which brings us to having you here today.”

Your eyes dart to the other men standing in the line, but it’s impossible to read their expressions. 

“We are looking for four women to reside in our home. Your duties will be cooking and cleaning for the household, and pleasing the members you are assigned to.” 

You can only blink as you stare at him. Assigned to? And did he say please the members? Does he mean fuck?

“We believe that with these essential needs met,” he continues without missing a beat. As if he hasn’t just uttered something completely scandalous. “Our members will be free to flourish and earn our spots next to our SKZ predecessors.” 

He stops for a moment and steps forward from the others.

 “I know how this sounds. Misogynistic. Throughout the many years of this tradition, it has proved to work in our Stays’ favor as well, though. You’ll have your needs met, less stress and many Stays have reported a boost in their overall happiness and confidence.” He says. “We know you are students, too, and we don’t want to impede on your education or your own personal goals. That being said, it’s not a position suitable for everyone, we know that. We also know, that should you choose to participate, you will have an invaluable sense of community throughout your time here. You will have free room and board, and be allowed time to focus on your own success. Any resources we have access to can be yours as well.”

He claps his hands together.

“Now that you know what this entails, please remain seated if you’re still interested. If not, kindly exit—but we would like to remind you of the NDA you signed.”

He pauses for a beat. Two girls stand and promptly exits the home. You stay rooted in your seat. You’re a decent cook. You can clean. You think you could be a good fit for the position. You’ve also been with the same guy since your freshman year, so the prospect of experiencing something new in any capacity intrigues you. And honestly, right now, a free bed sounds more tantalizing than the floor, doesn’t it? You subconsciously roll out the kink in your neck at the thought. 

“Eight of you still here,” he says with a nod. “We’ll call each of you up, you’ll introduce yourself, walk past each member, then take your seat. We will then leave to deliberate. When we come back, we’ll let you know which of you are staying and who you’re assigned to.”

You shift around in your seat and nod your head. Chan steps back in line and calls the first name. You watch as each girl walks in front of the men, wondering what’s going through their head—what are they looking for exactly? 

When you hear your name called, your heart begins to race. You stand and announce your name, your major, and year in school. You then walk towards Jeongin and slowly make your way to Chan. It’s quick, but not painless. It’s fucking nerve-racking as they each stand there, stone faced. 

When all the girls are seated on the couch again, the men exit the room. You’re all quiet as you wait for them to come back. It takes nearly half an hour. 

Chan announces the names. The first girl called is assigned to Jeongin and Han. The second is assigned to Felix and Lee Know. The third goes to Seungmin and Changbin. 

There are five of you left on the couch. You begin to feel nervous that you may not be chosen, but the next name that falls from Chan’s lips is yours. 

Your try your best to hide your surprise as you stand and step forward, hearing that you’re with Chan and Hyunjin. 

“Thank you, ladies, for coming today. If you haven’t graduated next year, we welcome you to come back again.” Chan says to the others on the couch before showing them to the door. 

When he returns, the eight of them shift around to stand in front of their assignee.

In front of you is Chan. You can’t help but notice the way the sleeves fit tightly around his biceps, and the veins protruding from his arms. Hyunjin is standing next to him—he’s taller than Chan, but a little more thin. His overall presence is softer. You try not to stare too much. 

“We’ll give you a tour of the place, show you where you’re staying and then you may retrieve your belongings and return by 5:00pm to prepare dinner. You will cook for whoever you’re assigned to, and get to know each other over dinner.” Chan continues to take charge. 

You’re then led on a tour of the house. The first floor has the living room, kitchen, and a bathroom. The kitchen has two separate stoves, a huge pantry and a ton of cabinet space. There’s even an island with bar stools along one side of it. They then take you all down to the basement where there’s a pool table, an old keg, a bar, TV, and beer pong table. 

On the second floor is four bedrooms. They tell you who resides on each floor, but do not allow you into the rooms unless it’s someone you’re assigned to. Hyunjin is on the second floor. 

He opens the door to the room and you peek inside. You see that there’s a Queen sized bed, dresser, and desk covered in art supplies. Next to his bed is a twin sized bed, bare of any sheets. Is that where you’ll sleep? You wonder. 

“The bathroom at the end of the hall on the second floor is strictly for you all to use,” Chan announces as you all make your way up to the next floor.

On the third floor, you’re allowed to see Chan’s room. It’s significantly larger than Hyunjin’s, with it’s own bathroom. He also has a queen bed, nightstands, a dresser and desk. However, the twin sized bed is further from his own, against the opposite wall. It, too, is bare of any sheets. 

After the tour, everyone breaks off into groups of whomever their paired with. You’re in the kitchen with Hyunjin and Chan standing on either side of you. You exchange numbers with both of them. 

“So you’re majoring in Biology?” Hyunjin speaks to you for the first time. 

You nod, unable to find your voice. Still somewhat in shock of what the hell is even happening.

“She’s nervous,” Chan says, easily able to read you.  

“Don’t be,” Hyunjin says with softened eyes. “It sounds more intimidating than it really is. This is a mutual thing, okay? We help each other.”

“Okay,” you reply quietly.

“Do something simple for dinner tonight,” Hyunjin continues. “Pasta? With shrimp?”

He looks over to Chan who shrugs and nods in response. 

“We’re not as demanding as the others—we won’t be expecting full course meals.”

“You got lucky,” Chan adds. 

Got lucky? Did you? Or did you just get yourself into an inexplicable situation? They didn’t mention anything about what should happen if you change your mind. Are you even allowed to? Perhaps you should have read through the NDA a little better. First the lease, now this…you’re not the best with contracts, are you? 

Chan produces a credit card from his wallet and hands it to you. 

“Return with your things by 5:00pm. You can get groceries and bedding with this. Two twin-sized sets.”

You take the card from him and put it in your pocket. 

“We’ll see you soon,” Hyunjin says in a sing-songy voice with a smile. 

“See you,” you say lightly and try to return the smile. 

You’re still feeling awkward about the entire ordeal, but you’re somewhat at ease at how respectful they all seem. You’re not sure if you’ll be forced to do anything you don’t want to…but as you think about how handsome every single man in the house is…will you eventually want to?

After going to get groceries and bedding (two sets), you get your belongings from your friends dorm then take an Uber back to SKZ house. 

You’re a little early, but the door is open. You place your personal things to the side and go to the kitchen to start on dinner. You’re thankful they chose an easy meal, but go the extra mile to make the Alfredo sauce from scratch. It’s one of the few recipes you remember by heart from your mother. You season the shrimp and cook it up with butter and garlic. 

The other girls start to arrive and space in the kitchen becomes severely limited, even with two stoves for you all to use. You start to wonder if they’ll all have dinner at the same time every day because that may prove to be quite a challenge. You all move around each other easily enough, but you don’t really say much. 

When the food is done and plated, you send Hyunjin and Chan a text that dinner is ready. 

They come into the kitchen moments later, grab their plates, then lead you down to the basement for the second time today. 

It’s definitely not a fancy or romantic environment. Sitting at a beer pong table and seated on fold out chairs, but you’re not uncomfortable. Nervous as shit. But not uncomfortable. 

You wait for them to eat first. They both nod appreciatively after taking their fist bite. 

“You must have a lot of questions,” Chan says, twirling pasta around his fork. 

“Ask us anything,” Hyunjin prompts. 

You’re silent for a moment, chewing your food. You have what feels like a million questions, and want to get the most important one out of the way first.

“Am I gonna be fucking you both?”

Hyunjin coughs on the food he’s eating and Chan let’s out a soft chuckle. He hands Hyunjin his glass of water.

“Well…yes,” is Chan’s blatant reply. 

You expect him to say more, but he doesn’t. 

“Like…at the same time or is there some sort of schedule or…?” You trail off.

Hyunjin, finally recovered from his coughing fit replies, “It’s really up to the three of us to decide specifics. You’ll be in either of our rooms, on a rotating schedule. We could do every three nights. Monday-Wednesday and Thursday-Saturday? Sunday will be your choice.”

You nod slowly, more in understanding than agreement at this particular moment. 

“This tradition works best when it operates like a well oiled machine,” Chan says. “Always be honest with us. Let us know if you aren’t feeling well, if you have your period—anything.”

“There’s actually an app we can all access if you’re uncomfortable telling us, we can use that.” Hyunjin adds. 

“And when it comes to cooking and cleaning, you and the other girls can work out whatever kind of schedule works best for all of you.” Chan continues. 

The absurdity of the arrangement starts to feel less worrisome as they talk. The situation itself is still quite insane, but they speak about it so casually that it seems normal. 

They allow you to pester them with questions as you finish up the meal. They’re all business majors, Hyunjin’s minor is Art and Chan’s is music. They’re all legacies at Sigma Kappa Zeta—meaning their fathers, and grandfathers for some, had been members too. They have all been on a certain career track since they were born to father’s that are successful business owners in Korea and Australia. They each came to the states in high school, studied at a prestigious boarding school and now here they all are, in college, together. 

You can’t fathom having your entire life planned out that way. Perhaps it would take out some of the things you stress about regarding your future, though. Clearly, their parents all want what’s best for them. 

They explain a few other rules like—you’re not allowed to date or have sex with anyone outside of the members, and that’s a rule everyone in the house follows. Failure to adhere will result in immediate removal from the home. 

After you’ve asked all your questions, you all head back up stairs. The others are scattered throughout the house, some at the dinning room table, some in the living room. Through the sliding glass door leading to the backyard, you see a few of them out there too. 

“We’ll handle the dishes for tonight,” Hyunjin tells you, taking the plate and glass from your hands. 

“Take your things upstairs, make up your bed in each of our rooms. There’s some closet and drawer space in each for you.” Chan says. 

“Where am I sleeping tonight?” You ask. 

“It's Sunday. Your choice,” replies Hyunjin. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s really just where you’ll sleep. It’s not like you won’t be able to interact with the other person or anyone else in the house based on where you sleep, okay?”

You nod. 

They take off towards the kitchen. You retrieve your belongings and head up stairs. In Hyunjin’s room you make the bed with the dark blue bedding set—it’s adorned with different flower types and feels fitting. You recalled seeing the flowers he was painting on his desk when you made this choice. You’re not sure how to divide up your clothing but decide to place a bit of everything in both rooms. 

When you make it up to Chan’s room, you put away the rest of your clothes then make up the bed here too. The set you chose for his room is black with teal and purple nebula on it. He has LED lights lining all four walls, near the ceiling. You thought it might look nice when they’re turned on. 

After making the bed, you sit down on and allow yourself a break to think.

You now have to decide who's room you’ll be sleeping in tonight. 

[ read chapter two here ]

a/n: yeah, this was a random idea that i'm just gonna roll with. no idea where its gonna go yet, but this will be fun to write. have to set the scene with this first chapter, the smut is coming, don't worry :)

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fanfiction #skz fanfic #straykids #bang chan #bang chan imagines #hyunjin #hyunjin fanfic #bangchan fanfic #skz #skz x reader #skz x you #bangchan x you #hyunjin x you #hyunjin imagines #bangchan imagines #bangchan x reader #hyunjin x reader

[ohbabydollie]

omg the schlatt x masc fem s/o headcanons make me go absolutely insane ckksjfksjdkskskksk please please please do more

LMAO i’m glad u liked them

everyone asks you what to get him for his birthday since you know him best and ted took you on a mini shopping spree which you were excited for!!

as soon as you guys were walking through the mall you stopped at a victoria secret, looking at all the lacy panties and bras before picking up a thong

“i think he would like this, it’s not his size though” you say before asking a worker for their biggest size

a bunch of stupid shirts with saying like “i ❤️ getting pegged” “must be on estrogen from the way my rack keeps growing” etc.

the biggest monster dildo you can find at spencer’s with a tube of flavored lube

of course while you got him a few stupid gag gifts you got him shirts and things he would genuinely enjoy

getting mad at him and saying you’ll shove things up his ass and nicknames getting more insulting

“fisting your ass tonight, no prep” “i’ll stick my foot up your ass, bitch” “shut up, that’s why your hole is fucking gaping” “move broad”

schlatt laughs at it sometimes, kissing you on the forehead as you call him a broad and wrapping an arm around your waist

when he asks for your food you feed it to him, airplane and all

if he’s struggling to open a bottle or something and getting frustrated you’ll calmly grab it and open it before handing it to him with a wink and kiss

yk how he was pretending to eat pussy in that one chuckle sandwich vid? you pretend to part open and eat his ass

when you two walk off together you kick his ass and/or the back of his knees because you think it’s funny

yk those videos that are like “when the 5’2 homie finally agrees to cross dressing (he’s definitely getting it tonight)”

yeah you send those to jay all the time and tell him that the height is slowly going up so you’re just waiting until it’s 6’2

along with other memes like that

if anyone tries to defeminize you he’s on their ass IMMEDIATELY!!

“she might as well be your boyfriend with tits and in a dress” some girl says laughing slightly “well she’s my girlfriend with tits and more femininity than you could ever dream of” schlatt says crossing his arms “not ran through either”

doesn’t like it when men flirt with you but finds it funny once you get tired of them talking about fucking you and get started talking about fingering their asshole and they grimace in disgust before he appears

“hey sweetheart” he says wrapping his arm around your shoulders “thanks for keepin’ her fingers warm for me champ” he says to the guy jokingly as you giggle

posting him with songs like eating by CP hollywood & suki

“fuck is this?” he asks showing you your latest instagram story “an appreciation post for you” you say innocently smiling

Silly costumes for bits or for halloween parties!!

schlatt dressed as jessica rabbit n u as roger rabbit!! you as a prim and proper doctor n schlatt as a sexy nurse, complete with the fishnets and fake syringe

u get the silly costumes n he gets the sexy slutty ones

your behavior gets so normalized schlatt doesn’t even bat an eyelash at it anymore

“pegging session tonight?” you ask him, grinning as he rolls his eyes “only if you’re in leather”

groping at his man boobs, ass and thighs

“goo goo ga ga, i want milk” you say groping at his chest as schlatt pushes your face away, annoyed

if he’s ever walking in front of of you, checking out his ass and whistling at him

nsfw!!

drunkenly going up to schlatt at a costume party and saying “you look so pretty in your costume princess, imma eat you out when we get home” before schlatt pulls you into his lap and telling you “we’ll 69 it” as he undoes your tie and you go red in the face

making out with him at a party, parting with your face flushed and a string of saliva connecting the both of you

the first thing you say, looking up at him with hazy eyes, “no homo” schlatt looks at you confused before yelling “ITS NOT FUCKING GAY”

likes watching you walk around in flowy dresses and skirts knowing the second you both are alone he’s gonna be lifting them up and having you sobbing for him

he loves taking you into a bathroom, lifting your skirt snd fucking you into oblivion

“where’s the big strong girl huh? the one that said she was gonna peg me, huh?” he asks with your knees over his forearms (full nelson) and making you look in the mirror, completely weak to his touches and unable to escape

“look at my girl when she’s all cute and submissive” he says grinning and forcing you to look into the mirror

“where’s that bratty mouth you had earlier, hm?” he asks while he has you bent over on a counter as he goes in and out of your cunt, making you tighten up on his length

is mean to you in bed but there are times where he’s soft with you, calling himself lucky for having you, calling you his pretty wife, etc.

aftercare is top tier, will clean you up and get you food or drinks, whatever you want

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt x reader smut #schlatt x reader smut

[yuri-is-online]

I guess I can call myself a returner of interest in Fyuuture kid au to the masses, and I'm proud of it🏅 the part with other four dorms was absolutely amazing! Thank you! And your reply to my previous message was so heartwarming. My baby boy🥹 Yuu really should beat the magical marshall with a slipper when they meet again, no one touches THE bestest boy😤

It seems like I'll have to write down my questions, cause I tend to forget them in two minutes 😔 but there's the one I remember:

It was discussed in one of the posts (Riddle!Yutu), how does Yutu look like?🤔 I thought he would bear more resemblance with Yuu, so everyone wouldn't quickly (or immediately with some fathers) make conclusions. Does he have beastmen characteristics if his dad's from Savannaclaw? Does he inherit Idia's hair? Can he transform into octopus/eel/dragon form? (In twisted wonderland, I mean, not in Yuu's homeworld. I've read that post💅🏻) Is he as tall as the twins? 🤔 imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Have a nice day/evening, take care of yourself!

You should be very proud of yourself annon I am having a lot of fun with this! The Magical Marshall's are a government organization so the image of Yuu charging a fed with a slipper gave me a laugh, but yes they should. How dare they hurt Yutu ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

imagine 190 sm or 6ft 3, duckling following you

Hand slipped. Anyway Yutu wears a pretty big sweatshirt sweater dress type thing that obscures a lot of his facial features though I did briefly play with the idea of him wearing a sort of mask similar to an FFXIV ash mask:

The justification was that the air in the future timeline! Twisted Wonderland was so polluted by blot and Yutu was so used to breathing it he needed some magical assistance... I think I also wrote some bullshit about the mask applying a glamour to Yutu so he didn't need to wear the big sweatshirt, but I feel like the mask would be more suspicious than just some guy who wants to keep his hood up.

As for those unique features, yes. With the exception of Malleus! Yutu, all of the non human Yutus found themselves transforming into an entirely different species when they came through the mirror into Twisted Wonderland. It was an extremely painful experience, imagine having your parent basically die in your arms and the next thing you know you are turning into a giant pacific octopus on the floor of a castle in front of a bunch of people. Yutu should be rewarded for not losing his shit then and there. The beastmen Yutus needed some time to adjust to having stronger hearing and senses of smell, the merfolk Yutus basically missed the first few months of magic education getting used to their merfolk forms, and Yutu Shroud had his hair instantly set itself on fire and had a massive panic attack. The beastmen Yutus have to keep their extra features tucked underneath their hoodie, which is very frustrating for Jack! Yutu who has a lot of floof that suddenly has nowhere to go. Lilia! and Sebek! Yutu don't have any noticeable appearance differences (unless you like the thought of him having Sebek's hair color), but I do like the idea of their teeth getting sharper. I prefer to leave a lot of Yutu's appearance up to the reader, but I had a super clear picture of Riddle! and Epel! Yutu as being short, and the more I think about the merfolk... I see Floyd! Yutu as being a sort of middle ground between his parents's height and Jade! Yutu as being about as tall as his dad. Oh and Azul! Yutu is taller than his dad, he is a bulky boy.

Now. Malleus! Yutu. So dragon fae hatch from eggs that can only be created out of love and constantly need to receive magic from their loving parent. That clearly didn't happen with Yutu, so I don't think he can transform into a dragon. He is still clearly inhuman, he has Malleus's eyes and ages much more slowly than other humans, even in your world he looked really young for his age. Think of Malleus! Yutu as sort of playing by half-elf rules, he's going to be living for hundreds of years and as he gets older he will grow tiny horns and some scales around them. He is also the strongest of the Yutus magically speaking, he did get some love from his father after all.

I did have a thought of sorts about the whole egg thing... I mentioned before that I had played with the idea of giving certain Yutu's siblings, and while I am still uncertain of the others I can see Malleus! Yutu having a twin of sorts who did hatch out of an egg, who can transform into a dragon, and who would have been left behind in Twisted Wonderland. I have so many ideas I wrote a lot of them down but this au is already so complicated I don't know if I want to add her. I do really like it though...

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #twst spoilers #the other yutus who had siblings were Jade! Yutu and Trey! Yutu #also sort of Rook! Yutu but i am less sure on that

[cogmented]

how do you come up with your designs for mcyt’s? theyre so creative and cool so i thought id ask

THANK YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTION

now entering yap city tihs will be a long post

my steps are basically

voice

personality

og look of minecraft skin/branding

player movement

other ppls fanart (if any)

things that happened/cultural associations

i start with a bunch of random sketches to get the feel of the person.. that's why so many of my early posts were doodle pages. to me, character design is more based on what the person is like rather than what they look like. i think a lot of people do that

I do this with all of the above and shape language, but in bigger art pieces outside of lineups i also use color and perspective (as in youll see more of someone like spepticle in large, sweeping scenes while someone like zam in closed, heavily perspective-based ones) to indicate personality. ill change designs when suited for this too (spoke with or without a gas mask, vi with or without a mouth, etc etc)

my first iteration of lifesteal designs heavily relied on the look of the skins and were gradually tweaked over time. my most prominent example of this is my spoke design, so i'll use him at least once in the examples for continuous comparison.

i watch a couple of each person's videos first, understand their voice, personality, and what they do, then focus on them in other people's videos too to get a full story, their movement, and what others think of them (helps with personality and things we might not see). streams are the most helpful because they're less biased and you see so much more of their antics. huge stream fan.

i get into the how after this

this process doesnt go in order for some designs and others have a more prominent focus on particular parts of the process that override or effect other parts

Voice

starting off with not spoke here's a problem i encountered when designing wemmbu

I based him a lot off of spoke and ashswag due to not knowing much about him besides the fact that he schemes (spoke&ash-esque) and he doesn't move his character around too much when talking (ash behavior). he didn't match the left one because his voice doesn't have the dramatic, flamboyant fratboy flair that spoke has, so I shifted it to be more friendly yet still dangerous with curved square shapes rather than triangles. i made his scheming, diabolical nature more evident through his clothing that's pretty jester-like and sharp, but with a smoother middle that spoke doesn't have (and to match his eyes).

voice also impacts character height. i dont know how to describe this. mapicc and zam are similar heights because their voices are similar, same goes for parrot and vortex, but leo and vitalasy are close to the same height (due to vitalasy's huge fuckass ears) despite having wildly different voices, with leo's bold text voice and vitalasy's higher-pitched jumbled kinda speech they still take up the same "amount of space" in conversation. they stand out. and even though spoke's voice also stands out an incredible amount he is still only slightly taller than average. this is where personality overrides voice in my designs.

Personality

spoke is sharp in every sense of the word, but is also able to mold himself around to get what he needs.

my first attempt at him was pretty lackluster. i didn't know much of him at the time, only his wither video, and thus understood him mainly through his association with parrot. he seemed a lot more evil and more serious at first glance. like woah! fully fledged mouth and nose?! not anymore.

i cover certain expressive parts to also depict more of their personality in some abstract, holistic way. after watching streams and whatnot, spoke doesnt actually speak (excluding his random sounds and yips or whatever he does) too terribly much, except when the spotlight is on him or he's trying to get something. so, i tweaked his design to encompass that when i understood him better.

i take away his arms to allow his hands to stand out more (character movement thing, he moves around a lot when no one is paying attention to him, punches the air when ..not talking but making a point ig. he's a big fan of hovering menacingly), i give him a slinky-like outside skeletal structure to both capture his affinity for withers (i made him a wither thing because of the wither sounds in his video.. and the withers in general) and to give him the feeling of more freedom with his movement.

i also just really like gas masks so. basically, spoke is someone that hides away until he chooses to stand out. thank lord heaven he looks like some shadow creature.

later on i gave him more magenta highlights, especially in the wormhole era because 1. magenta wasnt heavily included in his rainbow look, making it stand out on his whole being, and 2. because magenta is really really cool and people should use it more.

og minecraft skin/branding

hi spokeis here. this will be quick because his branding is so heavy. lightning, rainbow, black. boom. character. withers and white eyes? easy. causes a lot of anarchy? again, lightning and withers.

planetlord on the other hand is someone i greatly differed from the og skin and branding. i saw the design in a vision idk. i shift his colors all the time in different pieces but i use more of his pfp colors now because there's too many purples in this world. his branding, personality, and voice all connect very well. a bit misleading, he's a bit of a weasel.

Movement

i never used to look into movement, but pvp styles and conversational movement of lifesteal is intriguing. unfortunately it was only something i started paying attention to during the end of s4 because vitalasy's movement was so interesting. he's a big fan of getting in people's faces.

ill be real, i didn't really notice spoke a lot during things because he was almost always never alone, and when he was it is always at a distance or you knew he had people to back him up.

spoke's movement isn't actually too abnormal. he's goal oriented and tends to always be doing something, and when he does he finds the most efficient way possible. pretty basic. his design choices are based mainly on voice and personality.

someone like mapicc on the other hand has very particular movement. he spins around people when fighting and gets right up in their face (in nethpot pvp mostly), so i made his clothing tighter to the skin with looser parts to accentuate that movement: practical clothing for close combat battles. it was also noticed (by the lord) that he tends to look straight forward instead of the slightly down that most players do.

zam fights differently, but i made him with the og branding (he's princezam) and what he does in mind. his body language in my art is more indicative of his personality.

Other people's fanart

shoutout the community, a notable amount of ideas were from the mid-late 2022 lifesteal community.

dog leowook and leather jacket mapicc were from gen, jackalope rek from aoi i think, "croptop" jacket spoke from saints-blade, snail terrain from navy-leader, tv ashswag from kish, sock puppet red definitely from someone i dont remember, 4 armed squiddo from seri, and old cartoon jaron was from bucket

Things that happened/istarted talking about cultural inspirations

spoke and his connection to godhood influenced his redesign greatly. this section affects what the character wears most of the time.

i give both spoke and vitalasy painted palms (alta) due to their connection with godhood and destruction, with spoke in particular reminding me a lot of Kali Ma, thus i gave him a skirt (due to nppp too). vitalasy's clothing is based on Indonesian cultural clothing. wemmbu's also takes inspiration from Indonesian and Bhutan cultural clothing.

indigenous cultures inspired some designs too (i do a lot of ethnographic anthropology work with some of the tribes i base the clothing off of), with woogie having Yupik and Inuit inspiration. polar bear = cold climate in my head. and leo has Haida and Yunnan (minority Chinese providence, not a tribe) inspiration.

bacon's... not bacon strip design's clothing was based on Bangladeshi clothing (im Bangladeshi, i also added alpona patterns to ash's design), nomadic cultures, and some german pilgrim thing?? idk not my best design. i specifically looked for nomadic inspiration because of his willingness to flee at any moment lol. i didnt do this for rek despite his fleeing reputation because i dont watch rek content too much and he already had hybrid traits that took care of that presentation.

poafa's design is a goat because of the medusa trials where he was used as a scapegoat. makes sense i think. his horns are from past associations with jepex that infected mapicc as well (devil trio s1). zam's design is very much from s3 empire and s4 castle.

planet's design changed slightly, mostly rounder shapes, but also the number of "spikes" on his scarf, now stuck at three because of 3ht.. and easier to draw than five. minutetech has a bow instead of a bowtie from jumper due to s5 happenings. the gem on his crown has wemmbu's highlights from his gem's main color.

roshambo's design was also heavily influenced by medusa where i gave him a snake body. in my art that depicts before medusa events he doesn't have the snake body, and same goes with before s4 spoke where i draw him with full pants. in some sketches ive depicted mapicc with a muzzle only after the destruction of s4 spawn due to quix's mapicc dog influence shoutout.

mapicc and ro have matching things that persist seasons (mapicc periwinkle collar, ro red painted ring finger... head finger?), as did subz and vitalasy with matching shoulder pads (beginning of s4 subz had a bandana and vitalasy had a bell that traded between them through artworks of mine) Vitalasy also gained sun and moon earrings. mid and 4c have matching hoods/cloaks ^_^ marriage or something.

hope this made sense and covered everything you could have ever wanted forever... feel free to ask me questions i love explaining processes

#cog talks #long post #anon #answered #design explanation

[devine-fem]

whats ur biggest damijon hc

biggest? no idea. my hc are usually boring asf and any headcanons i do have get put into a fic some where down the line.

i just have a bunch of headcanons altnerating through my head.

the most recent i was thinking about jon having a habit of collecting things. i headcanon jon keeps trinkets that just happen to belong to damian in one of his drawers, he has robin batarangs, he has a torn out page of dami’s sketch book, he has a picture of them together ofc, he also keeps love letters in there, not written by him but girls in his school that asked jon to give them to damian, lastly i feel like he has torn out pages of his diary he’s too anxious to leave around inside that drawer… its a hobby he tells himself, its no concern most of those things relate to damian. (ill post this today seperste from this post)

i also headcanon that damian subconsciously tries to climb jon at times and jon doesn’t even bat an eye to it because his kryptonian biology makes him numb to it

i also headcanon that damian will perch up/sit on one of jon’s shoulders when he’a lazy, just like a bird

i also feel like damian is subconsciously clingy, nuzzling up to jon like a cat at times.

i also feel like after a mission damian gets all nervous and looks around like hes bracing for an attack and his teammates are confused as to whats wrong but suddenly theres a streak of blue and jon’s crashing into damian with a hug sending him feet across the ground. which damian was expecting the whole time

i headcanon that damian climbs through jon’s window and sneaks up to him to give him a kiss while jon pretends he didnt know cause that would ruin the fun

i headcanon for the span of like weeks damian and jon had this inside joke where damian would speak in arabic and jon would speak in kryptonese.

and thats putting aside the possibility theyll call each other pet names in those languages

headcanon damian as the little spoon

headcanon jon’s terrified of horror movies even though hes a superhero and damian can’t focus on movies because his eyes are always stuck on jon’s expressions

headcanon that damian will get art block but he can still draw jon for some reason

headcanon that damian does all the house work like sewing jon’s capes and helping him get dressed in the morning

headcanon that damian hates kissing jon first because the act of getting on his tippy toes is mortifying

imagine jon getting his cape put on with the help of damian and damian’s somewhat struggling to do it due to his height so jon spreads his legs apart like he’s doing the splits to meet his height

jon is still stuck in his crush phase and gawks at damian

jon says “damian deprived” unironically like its a condition

its canon that they watch anime together so its fun thinking of the type of stuff theyd watch

jon asks before he does anything “can i kiss you” “can i see you” “can i hug you” ugh, i love it so much

they love to cuddle, fish, nap or talk on the back of goliath for no reason just because it feels homey since it was the first few things they did when they met

thats a few

#jondami #damian wayne #jon kent #supersons #jonathan kent #super sons #damijon #jondami headcanons #asks

[anghraine]

A bunch of the responses to this post of mine brought up the appeal of a (bookverse) scenario where Denethor lives.

I always find this fascinating! As I said in the post, while Denethor's tragic arc is a fantastic one that makes sense for his character, it also feels a bit like he (and to a lesser but still present extent, Faramir) gets steamrollered by the plot for the sake of Aragorn's ascension.

So what happens if he doesn't get driven to suicide by the plot? I've only read a couple of fics dealing with this, long ago (not on AO3), and both resolved it by having Denethor ultimately come around to Team Aragorn. Personally, it's difficult for me to imagine him doing this of his own free will in basically any scenario.

But what does happen?

I'm not sure, but personally, I always think of three basic ways to avert the "Denethor conveniently removes himself from the picture, leaving a dying Faramir to be convinced by mystical kingly healing" situation without drastically changing the circumstances. Here they are:

Scenario 1

In canon, Denethor briefly regains his sanity when Faramir calls out to him and vacillates for a moment before committing to self-destruction. This scenario can split off there: what if he'd swung the other way and come out of it?

At this point, multiple people are dead as a result of Denethor's despair and Faramir is still dying. His position is about as shaky as possible. What now?

Scenario 2

Let's rewind further. Faramir is brought in per canon, sickened from an arrow + the Black Breath. Denethor considers one last, desperate look into the palantír, but stays with Faramir instead. He never despairs completely and never goes mad. He's right there when Aragorn heals Faramir.

This likely means that Faramir loses his TTT ambivalence the same way as in canon and is a firm supporter of Aragorn. But Denethor (though affected in some way by the restoration of his son) still has major reservations and hasn't jeopardized himself nearly as much as in Scenario #1. This is going to be messy.

Scenario 3

But if we really want to unwind the way the plot is structured to brush Denethor's and Faramir's initial reservations aside without really engaging with them, we've got to go further back. Change exactly one thing: Faramir isn't dying. He's not even that sick, at least not yet.

As a result, Denethor isn't driven to despair. Faramir is basically fine at this point and does not need to be pulled out of the shadows by Aragorn (and thus unlikely to immediately recognize Aragorn as king). Aragorn is not going to push the kingship matter during the height of a war for survival. The best case scenario (IMO) is that, somehow, Denethor is still convinced to send troops to the Morannon as a tactical maneuver, the Ring is still destroyed, and the question of Aragorn's claim is handled afterwards.

How is it handled, though?

#for 3: in all honesty i can see denethor unbending enough to somewhat assist in the rebuilding of arnor #given everything aragorn did for gondor #it's hard for me to see denethor doing more than that #so ultimately what happens is going to turn on /aragorn's/ response #does he wait for denethor to die? does he demand a formal ruling? does he use his popularity and heroics to force the matter informally? #does he take what's offered for now to help his people? #lot of ways it could go! #anghraine babbles #plotbunnies! #legendarium blogging #legendarium fanwank #denethor #aragorn #faramir #long post

[anxiety-elemental-kay]

TriMax Volume 14: Masculinity, Violence, And The End of Pacifism

TRIGUNBOOKCLUB ISN'T QUITE DONE YET I'M NOT TOO LATE HAHAHAAAAAA

Anyway here's a bit about the final volume I've been meaning to write about almost since book club started.

So in the end Vash shoots and kills Legato for Wolfwood. This bit has been examined a bunch and that's not what I want to talk about here.

It's what happens after.

[Quick note before continuing: I'm American and I'll be talking about American popular media in this post. I mention this to make it clear I'm not deliberately trying to exclude other cultures, especially in their depictions of masculinity. I'm going over the soup I personally live in.]

While I struggle to think of many concrete examples (soupy brain) I know that typically when there's a male character who's forced to kill, it's treated as growth. Killing is a moment of triumph for these characters, they've become Real Men. They were sissies for not wanting to fight, useless at best and an obstruction at worst. Not fighting and not killing had no value.

The one concrete example I can think of is a milder version but still applies: In the Barbie movie Allen is portrayed as a wimp who can't really stand out or stand up for himself. Until the end where he attacks a group of Kens trying to stop our heroes. The culmination of Allen's arc is an act of violence, a demonstration of his masculinity. This moment goes entirely unexamined.

This is a very common form of toxic masculinity in American culture, the celebration of violence as the height of masculinity. You fight and defeat/kill bad guys and that's how you know you're a Real Man.

[At some point I want to talk about Vash's masculinity vs. American pop culture masculinity because in a lot of ways I think he's pretty radical for an action hero. But that's another essay.]

Why am I discussing American culture when talking about a Japanese manga? I bring these things up because that's the narrative I see about violence, pacifism, and masculinity. That's the milieu I live in. And unfortunately American pop culture has a lot of influence across the world, so I'd say it's relevant to talk about when discussing masculinity in media, even non-American media.

[Also I think America and Japan have a fairly long history in basing portrays of a lone hero bringing justice to a lawless place off of each other. But that's yet another essay.]

And now here in volume 14 of Trigun Maximum, Vash has broken his vow to never kill anyone.

So what happens next?

Vash uses his own body to allow the humans to communicate with the fused entity, succeeding where all the greatest Earth weapons failed in breaking it apart and robbing Knives of his power. And when Vash goes to directly confront Knives with one black hole bullet left... he uses it to save Knives' life and sacrifices his own. It's notable in the final chapter even as people are shooting him, Vash doesn't return fire and still says "Can't you just talk about it?"

Killing one person wasn't the death of Vash's ideals, but an evolution of them.

It's clear that he still believes in the things Rem did, the the blank ticket, in the value of life and second chances. All that's happened is that Wolfwood has entered his life and become a part of him too: sometimes the solution is to shoot the bastard in the head. It's not a good thing, that's just how it is.

Even the moment of killing isn't a triumphant one. The hero of the manga has defeated a major villain and it's not a grand victory, but a tragic, heartbreaking moment! Vash's greatest revelation isn't that violence is good, but a deeper connection with Wolfwood, understanding what it means to be the devil while his heart cries out. To Vash this act of violence he's avoided for so long is ultimately about empathy, a better understanding and compassion for another person. Livio, whose life was just saved by Legato's murder, is visibly upset when he says "Vash shot him, he wanted to protect me!" Livio was trained to be an assassin for most of his life and only recently trying to avoid killing when possible, but is still willing to when needed. He still sees the moment where Vash kills Legato and recognizes it for the tragedy it is. He's not happy that Vash has become the very thing he was trying to move away from!

Even if killing is necessary, it's a sad and terrible thing. Even if we must kill, it's not something to celebrate, and should still be avoided. There's still value to life, and in trying to preserve it. As we see in the final battle, in the dissolution of the fused entity, violence isn't even the best way to resolve conflict in the story: empathy and communication is.

This is why in one of my earlier book club posts I tried to emphasize that Vash's ideals aren't just about not killing, and that reducing them to such flattens his character. Why take time to put the dead to rest, if only preserving life matters? His philosophy is ultimately about personhood, seeing others as people with lives that matter, even if no one else sees it. Killing Legato wasn't the death of Rem's legacy or Vash's idealism, where it would have been in so many other stories of this kind.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #kay writes things

[mikkeneko]

This is just an excerpt - the whole chapter isn’t ready to post yet -- but I’m actually pretty pleased with the dialogue in this scene. Most of the content of this scene was originally just in narration, but I decided it was boring, pulled in Shang Qinghua and had them bicker while Shen Qingqiu is getting ready. These two really are a lot of fun together.

Also thanks to @cerusee​ for the suggestion of who Shen Yuan might have cosplayed as!

---

Shang Qinghua really was not sure why his presence was required in this situation. Cucumber-bro seemed to want a spotter, or something? Which, you know, he was a bro, Shang Qinghua would help him however he could, but he didn't have an awful lot to offer when the task at hand was disguising yourself in women's clothing.

"You okay back there bro?" Shang Qinghua called out to the man producing ominous rustles from behind the privacy screens, feeling like he ought to at least show willing.

"I'm fine," Shen Qingqiu's snappish voice came back from the other side of the screen. Honestly, Shang Qinghua didn't even mind, that was just kind of his default state. Resting bitch voice and everything else. "It's not the first time I've had to navigate women's robes."

Shang Qinghua choked on a melon seed. "What."

"Not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter," Shen Qingqiu said irritably. Rustle, rustle. "I went to ChinaJoy in 2011 as Mei Chaofeng."

Now it had been a while since Shang Qinghua was plugged into China's geek scene, but, "You went to a con dressed as a woman?"

"Of course not! Weren't you listening?" Rustle, rustle. "I went to a con dressed as Mei Chaofeng."

Shang Qinghua thought about it for a moment. Then he just had to ask: "2008 Mei Chaofeng, or 2003 Mei Chaofeng?"

"The genuine Mei Chaofeng from the 2003 version, obviously." Even from behind the screen, he could hear that eye-roll. "Got second place in the cosplay drama division, too."

"I feel like I'm learning all sorts of new things about you," Shang Qinghua mused, crunching on another melon seed.

"Honestly the whole trip was a nightmare," Shen Qingqiu continued his villain monologue from behind the screen. "The nails were a pain in the ass and I had to leave it in the hotel the second day, and the whip got confiscated by con security. Also a bunch of guys tried to hit on me and even after I told them I was a man, they still tried to keep hitting on me!"

Every new part of this conversation was like a punch to the face but you know what, Shang Qinghua had no trouble believing that last part. It honestly fit right in with Cucumber-bro's everything since the transmigration.

"And don't think your readers didn't notice that the Blind Baroness of the Hissing Depths in chapter eight hundred was an obvious ripoff of Mei Chaofeng. You aren't subtle." Shen Qingqiu came out from behind the screen, adjusting the drape of the skirt one last time. "How do I look?" 

Shang Qinghua gave him a careful once-over.

Okay, so, Shen Qingqiu had definitely landed on feminine; aside from his height (which he couldn't really change) there was very little left that evoked the image of the Xiu Ya Sword. Without the bulky layered robes of a Peak Lord he did strike a much smaller, less imposing figure; the robe was distinctly feminine in style, and the silhouette was passingly female. There was enough drape above and below the cinched waist to suggest padding that wasn't actually there, and long wide sleeves made the hands look dainty. A veiled hat topped out the ensemble.

Cucumber-bro definitely didn't look like himself, but despite that "Uhh, you don't look anything like Liu Mingyan, bro." Aside from the fact that 'her' face was covered, there wasn't much about the new outfit that was identifiable to the War God's little sister.

"That's fine," Shen Qingqiu dismissed the concern, taking off the weimao for the time being and folding it under his arm. "I'm not going in disguise as Liu-Shizhi, I'm going in disguise as Liu-Shizhi in disguise."

Shang Qingqiu stared at him blankly for a moment, trying to make that make sense. "Okay," he finally said.

Shen Qingqiu shook his head. "Qi Qingqi read me the riot act at even the notion of me ruining the reputation of one of her girls and you know what, she had a point," he admitted. 

"Bruh."

"If 'Liu Mingyan' gets spotted going in or out of the Master's Chamber, she'll be in trouble! Much better if I just look like some anonymous girl from a distance," Shen Qingqiu explained. "Then, when I get in to Binghe's presence, I can slip some hints, so he'll know it's her."

"But... it isn't her," Shang Qingqiu felt obligated to point out. "It's you."

"Yes but Binghe will think it's her," Cucumber bro said with his usual one-track laser-focus, "and he'll be appropriately grateful, and then once he gets out of prison he can catch up with the real Liu Mingyan, and if that doesn't jump-start their relationship I don't know what will."

Shang Qingqiu took a moment to privately reflect that Peerless Cucumber had always been a diehard BingLiu shipper, and it seemed even transmigrating into the work itself hadn't changed that. Shang Qinghua didn't have the heart to tell him that the main reason he never wrote explicit sex scenes for Luo Binghe and Liu Mingyan was that the character of Liu Mingyan had been based on an actual college classmate of his. Having a real person to associate the character with was bad enough, but that particular classmate later turned out to be exclusively into women, so it felt a little sour to write "her" boning a dude. 

Honestly, given what he'd seen of Liu Mingyan in this world so far, he kind of suspected she might go the same way as her real-life inspiration.

But he could hardly admit that to his number one hater. "Cucumber-bro, don't you think that it's a little creepy for you to be playing romance sims with your disciples?" he said instead. 

"I don't want to hear 'creepy' from you!" Shen Qingqiu snapped. "Not when you were the one who wrote all those tasteless barely-legal papapa scenes in the first place --"

"Characters!" Shang Qinghua defended himself. Alright already, everything was his fault, he knew! He'd been just! writing! fiction! "They were characters! They were words on a page!"

"Anyway," Cucumber-bro went on, mercifully cutting short what could well have derailed into an hour-long haranguing session. "I know I don't look like Liu Mingyan, the point is that I don't look like me."

Shang Qinghua blinked. Checked the wording. Looked again. "Like Shen Qingqiu, you mean?" he clarified.

"That's what I said," Shen Qingqiu huffed. "Anyway, this whole plan hinges on me not being recognized. If Binghe realizes who I am, this will all be for nothing. He'll be angrier than ever."

"Yeah, I think you're good." Shang Qinghua flashed him a double thumbs up. "If I didn't know better, bro, I'd swear you were really a woman."

"Good." Shen Qingqiu fiddled with his cuffs some more, in a nervous rustle, and Shang Qinghua got the impression he was somewhat less blase and breezy about facing Luo Binghe again than he was letting on. "Now I just have to get down there."

"How are you planning to do that?" Shang Qinghua asked. "I hope you're not counting on me to distract the guards or whatever. Guo Qingchen has his scariest disciples guarding the Penitent's Stair and I'm pretty sure they'd rather run me through like a fish than desert their post just because I asked."

"Of course I'm not counting on you," Shen Qingqiu sniffed. "And anyway that would only work once, and I have to be able to come and go. I'm not going to take the Penitent's Stair."

"No?"

Shen Qingqiu took on a sharp, self-satisfied smile. "I'm going in through the Whispering Caves."

"Bro. Bro." Shang Qinghua almost fell out of his chair. "Do you know what's in the Whispering Caves? If you get lost down there I am not coming after you. Even I don't know the way through there!"

The Whispering Caves had been introduced in the "Name of the Rose" arc and was the part of those chapters that Airplane Shooting To The Sky was most proud of. It was a subterranean labyrinth, a naturally occurring death maze. Floating qi-rich mists inside the deep underground caves had a disorienting effect on most hardy travelers. The further one traveled through the stone maze, the more their sight would slowly darken, while the maddening whispers tickling the edge of hearing would grow louder and clearer with every step. No one knew what became of those travelers who lost their way in the maze; the few who made it out to tell the tale had been lucky enough to do so before their vision deserted them completely.

In the book, Luo Binghe had found his way through the maze of enchanted caverns -- and to the prison where his new beloved-of-the-week was being unjustly imprisoned -- by capturing a pair of Blind-Bat-Winged-Fairy-Dragonets, winning their trust and loyalty, and setting them loose at the mouth of the maze. The Blind-Bat-Winged-Fairy-Dragonets were unaffected by the magics of the cave, and Luo Binghe managed to follow them through the maze to his new wife's side before the magic had been able to close its grip on him. But given that Blind-Bat-Winged-Fairy-Dragonets were creatures of the Abyss, they would only let themselves be handled by someone by demonic blood, which let out both of the Peak Lords. Besides, there weren't any in this region.

"I didn't expect you to, thanks for nothing." Another eye-roll. "I know the way. I mapped it out my first year at Cang Qiong, just in case... just in case."

Shang Qinghua sputtered. "What do you mean, you mapped it?"

"I mean I mapped it!" Shen Qingqiu looked insufferably pleased with himself, despite the waspish tone. "I went in with a flask of vision-replenishing draught and a ream of graph-paper and made a chart. It took me most of a month, but I wanted to make sure I could go somewhere even Binghe wouldn't be able to follow me."

Holy shit. Shang Qinghua had to salute the dedication, even as he boggled at the scope of the task. But, he supposed if anyone would have been able to map out a labyrinth in excruciatingly tedious detail, who better than the fan who'd once set a record for most wiki-edits made in a 24-hour period? 

"Hey, any chance I can borrow that map?" Shang Qinghua said finally. Now that the Protagonist was back on the board, it was only a matter of time before his own ticket at Cang Qiong ran out. "Just. You know. In case."

"Make your own," Shen Qingqiu said with a sniff, re-donned the hat, and swept out the door.

#mikke fics #in durance veil #svsss fics #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu

[novaismybbg]

Sam Alexander headcanons

Just a bunch of random headcanons abt my boy Sam

USM Nova

Since he's the shortest(and most likely the smallest in the team), he often gets teased by Peter, who's just a little bit taller than Sam. There were plenty times when they had some banters because of this height issue, that Ava and Danny often were dragged into it. Usually it always ends with Luke's "My dwarfs are bantering again lol" and now everyone after his smug tall ass.

Not a dancer, not a singer, not a musician, but definetely an artist. Has a little art account where he posts his super cool drawings for his 47 followers. It's a small fan base, but they're definetely active and even have their own discord group where they help each other to improve their skills. Nobody knows about this account(Except for Coulson who keeps that sacred secret) and Sam kinda feels like that's the only way he can actually express himself without getting worried about being annoying.

And about being annoying. Sam is definetely uncomfortable with being seen as clingy, because he's not! He's just really talkative extrovert and he does have some problems with shuting up when he's talking about things he's interested in. That's why usually only Danny can handle his endless rants about Space adventures.

Likes to play in Minecraft, especially with space mods, even made a skin of himself. Once tried to make everyone on the team to play in Minecraft and succeed! They've played for 2 hours straight, busy with different stuff. Pretty much sure Danny was exploring the world, Luke got an armor and ran to fight that Dragon, Ava was trying to make a big stylish house and was complaining that there was no female villagers, Peter was constantly dying because of the stupidest things ever, and Sam? Sam was multitasking and helping them all out. It was a fun experience.

Champion Sam

He's actually an extremely overethinking person with quick reflexes. That's pretty much how he survives in space. It happens that his overthinking is also quite a problem, because it often makes him anxious, especially when he loses fights, or gets in awkward conversation with adult superheroes or just talks to girls he liked. Sometime it's just easier to fly away, but he not oftens gets an opportunity to do so.

In childhood he kinda was 'impressed' by gangsta thing and tried to walk around with his pants sagging. His mom was concerned by that, because gangs aren't about fun and what if her little baby boy will get in some bad company? Luckily, it couldn't happen because his dad clowned him so badly, he was in embarassed state for two weeks at the very least.

It is a bit hard for him to participate in conversations with others about science since he was never a fan of it, but hey, at least he can make jokes about science! (Although most of them are insanely innacurate). Whenever he cracks a joke everyone will went silent for a few seconds, before Kamala will laugh like it was the funniest joke ever, really forcing natural laugh and others will start that too, since, yeah, Sam's joke is terrible, but he tried!

Somehow installed his playlist in his helmet and whenever he has to fly to somewhere for a long time, which is at least 15 minutes, and it is already long for him, he turns in on and just flies, vibing. Sometime it feels like running in the morning and he made an excuse out of it that works perfectly. Back then when only his mom knew about his secret, he used this excuse a lot. He needs to fly and save someone? "Guys, I'm going jogging, yeah, bye" and when he returs he's kinda sweaty and tired and everyone buys it. He can't use this excuse now though, everyone who needs know about his secret identity.

Yepppp, that's ittt, yehhhhh

#nova #usm #the champions #ultimate spider man #champions marvel #sam alexander #headcanons #i love him #nova corps

[delopsia]

Babydoll | Rhett Abbott x Reader

Word Count: 5,200 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, Fem!Reader, unprotected sex, vibrating plugs (used on the reader), a bit of voyeurism, and Rhett fucking you against the hood of his truck ❤ with a big bonus of tall! Rhett. He's roughly a foot and a half taller than you, regardless of your height :) I sincerely hope that the anon asking about Rhett using toys on the reader has a fun time with this one.

The entire Abbott family runs large. You'd known that from the moment you laid eyes on them, how the crowd had parted like the Red Sea as soon as the Abbott brothers appeared from around the corner. You still remember the shadow that was cast over you when Rhett stood next to you, so tall that he didn't even realize you were there until he'd bumped into you.

It comes from Royal's side; he always prides himself on that particular notion; you wouldn't be surprised if you found out they descended from fantasy giants entirely. Poor Cecelia has already warned you that they're born big too. 

After a year and a half, you would think you'd adjust to the sheer size of Rhett, but even as you lay eyes on him now, you can't help but find yourself struck by it. Among the many advantages his height provides, he's a damn beacon in public. Lost? All you have to do is look for the tallest man around. 

There was one instance where he tagged along with you and some of your friends on a shopping trip, and you'd all gotten horribly lost. Until someone sent a text saying to gather by Rhett, and one by one, you found each other. Rhett says you look like a bunch of ants, but you know he gets a kick out of watching it happen. 

"Don't tell me that you managed to lose me," chuckling, Rhett comes to a stop just a few feet in front of you, and even with this distance, you still have to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. 

You're going to need a chiropractor. 

"Only for a minute," you step toward him, standing on your tip-toes to meet him for the kiss you know he's quietly wanting, "did you find what you were looking for?"

"I have now," and he's barely able to dodge the light smack that was meant to land on his chest. "Kidding," he lifts the bag he's holding, "they had one bottle left of my cologne."

A high-pitched beep rifles through the air. A shop's anti-theft sensors going off, but that knowledge doesn't strike you until after you've attempted to jump out of your skin. Rhett chuckles, his arm sliding around your waist as he places himself between you and the door. You already know what he would say if you asked why he's doing that, 'just in case.'

"Haven't found anything you like in here?" He asks, has to raise his voice to be heard over the still-beeping security system.

Aimless, your eyes flicker about the room for the umpteenth time. Traveling over never-ending displays of bras, panties, and delicate lingerie that come in every color and material you could ever dream of. Things that look cute until you get closer and see their price tag or realize that they're just not meant for your body type. 

Ironic that you're in one of the biggest lingerie stores you have ever seen, and yet you cannot find anything more than two pairs of buy-one-get-one-free panties. 

"Not as much as you'd think," with a sigh, you lift your hand to show what you've scavenged, "I can't find much that would look good on me." 

Rhett's eyebrows raise, "now, I don't believe that for a second."

"If you think you can find something, be my guest," you and your wallet are content with these two things, even if your ego has taken a little bit of a hit. 

Turning, Rhett's eyes flicker about the room, scanning, and if you listen close enough, you think you can hear those gears turning in his head. Searching for something that he's inevitably not going to find, you've already combed through these isles twice.

Beckoning you with a finger, he starts walking. 

Advantage number two of Rhett's height; he sees things you don't.

Even from a distance, you hadn't seen the babydoll that he ultimately leads you to. Simple in design, with an open front and a dainty bow that sits between the cleavage. It comes in a variety of colors, but the one Rhett hands you is your favorite color. You know that's by no mistake. 

"It's soft?" He offers, almost as a justification for his choice. Though if you think about it, you're pretty sure he's only mentioning that because he's verifying to himself that the material won't make you uncomfortable. 

He's been wary of material ever since Perry bought Rebecca lingerie for her birthday, the cheap scratchy kind that you find on a clearance rack. You heard Rebecca yelling all the way from where you were in the barn, sneaking the horse's some sugar cubes with Amy.

It's surprisingly soft; even as you trace the seams with your hands, you can't find a sign of anything that would make you uncomfortable while wearing it. There's a matching panty tucked along with it, equally soft and matches so well that you almost hadn't realized it was there. 

But...

"I don't know," you frown, still looking at it, "I'm not sure if this is going to look good on me."

Someone is trying to step past you, forcing Rhett to step closer to you in order to let them by, his chest unintentionally bumping against your shoulder. Only serving his next intentions, it seems, because his hands cradle your cheeks, drawing your head up to meet his eye, "now, I don't believe that for a second."

He says it with such confidence that for a few seconds, you catch yourself believing him. But insecurities cannot be washed away with a simple arrangement of words. The roots are in deep, you're both aware of that, but that has never stopped him.

You peek down at it again, fumbling with the material to find the price sticker. Surely this can't be cheap—

Rhett covers the tag with his hand, blocking the numbers from view, "don't you worry your pretty little mind about that."

He tilts his head toward the fitting rooms, wordlessly asking you to at least give it a try on. If there's one thing he's figured out about shopping for clothes with you; it's that you never know until you've worn it once. Thinking for a moment, you run your hand over the material once more. It is cute...

"Alright," lifting up the underwear that you're still holding in your hand, "but you'll have to hold these for me." 

They just about disappear as Rhett takes them from you, suddenly minuscule when compared to his large, calloused hands. Lord, you're never going to get used to that. 

Everything about this man is big. From his hands to his smile, his horse, and his old flannels that you like to steal whenever you're given the opportunity...

"Y'alright?" Shit.

Shaking your head free of wandering thoughts, you nod, "yeah."

The fitting rooms are empty, devoid of any employees or customers. If it weren't for the large 'open' sign that you step past, you'd almost think they were closed. 

Although he very well could follow you into the room, Rhett settles onto one of the chairs, content to wait there until you call him over. Big blue eyes follow as you step into one of the small rooms. 

Sometimes you wonder if he's not just an oversized golden retriever. 

The baby doll is even softer than it was on your hands, hugging your body so gently that you already loathe the idea of taking it off. It's flowy, falling to and ending at your upper thigh. With an asymmetrical hem that gives it an almost whimsical feel. 

Knuckles lightly knock on the door, once, twice, pause, then a third time. "You get lost in there, doll?"

Spinning to get a better look at your reflection in the mirror, the babydoll flowing with the motion, "I feel like Tinkerbell."

"Tinker who?" 

Sliding the deadbolt back, you open the door just a few inches, peeking up at him but not quite letting him see the rest of you just yet. "What's the password?"

Slow, as if unsure, he leans down and pecks your lips. 

Well, that wasn't what you meant for him to do, you were hoping for a simple 'please,' but you'll take it. You don't have it in you to tell him that you weren't asking for a kiss, not when he smiles so proudly to himself.

You step back from the door, allowing it to open on its own.

As soon as Rhett's eyes land on you, they start to crinkle with a soft, dopey smile. Always so mesmerized by you, no matter how many times he's seen you like this. He fumbles with the door as he steps inside, too focused on you to pay attention to the deadbolt that he's blindly fiddling with.

"What do you think?" Offering him a dainty spin, enjoying the way the material brushes against your legs as it settles. 

His eyelashes flutter, "would you object to me buying you one in every color?" He's reaching for you, but he catches himself before he can so much as brush his fingers against you, hand falling limply to his side.

"No," reaching for his hand, "but I think your wallet might." 

Gently, you lift his hand from his side, guiding it to settle along your waist. Blunt nails trail along your sensitive skin, light but firm enough to keep you in place as he steps closer. 

For the briefest of moments, your eyes meet, flicking back and forth between each other's lips with such hesitance that you aren't sure if he's wanting to kiss you or if he's marveling at how you look. 

Tentative lips press to your forehead, then drop down to the bridge of your nose, the scruff of his chin brushing against your skin as he presses a kiss there too. He drops lower, mere centimeters away from your lips, as he hesitates, looks into your eyes once more. 

Reaching up, you gather a fistful of his hair and pull him down to meet you, swallowing down his surprised grunt. The force of it has him stumbling, pushing you backward but never once breaking it, even as he backs you into the wall so quickly that you feel yourself start to stumble. 

The hands holding you by the waist don't let you fall, they never have, and they never will.

Tracing along the curves of your body as he kisses you, open-mouthed and slow, tauntingly so. Completely unyielding to how you try to urge him faster, gives you no choice but to kiss you so slowly that your head starts to spin in, struggling to breathe through your nose. Molding together so wonderfully, despite your differences, like he was made to do nothing but hold you in his arms and kiss you like this.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, voice hoarse against your lips, "don't know why you'd think anything different."

Your reply is cut short before it's even formulated inside of your head, distracted by the unmistakable sensation of a jean-clad thigh pressing between your legs. Your head falls back against the wall, lungs burning as you pant for a breath that you can't seem to catch. On their own, your hips writhe, squirming against his thigh until there's just enough pressure between your legs to have you gasping for more than air. 

One hand grasps you by the neck, holding you there as he nibbles at the meet of your jaw, "that's you go," he drawls, "I know you like my thigh, sweetheart." 

It's hard to focus on moving your hips when he's soothing over your reddened skin with his tongue, chuckling so deviously when you let out a little frustrated grunt. 

"Does my baby need help?" Twitching his thigh upward, satisfying that ache between your legs, "hm?" The most you can offer him is a nod, suddenly unable to formulate the words to voice a simple 'yes.' 

All of a sudden, Rhett's stepping back, pulling you along with him until you're situated in the center of the room. Like a toy, he takes you by the hips. Spinning you around and pulling you against him, giving you no choice but to look at your reflections in the mirror, chest so firm and solid against you that it feels like a wall. 

"Rhett—"

"Just look yourself in the mirror, sweetheart," he tells you, husky, "I've got you." 

He dips down between your legs, cupping your sex in his warm, large hand. With his middle finger, he traces up and down the outline of your folds, pressing gently against your entrance when he passes over it, the thin material barely stopping him from entering. Up and down until you feel yourself starting to drip from his taunting. 

Kisses press into your temple, "is this what you want?" Pushing against your entrance, gracing you with only a ghost of what it could be. You're nodding your head instinctively, pushing your hips toward his touch. "Use your words, doll."

"Please," your voice strained, struggling to keep quiet; these changing room walls are thin; one wrong sound and someone could catch on to what's happening. 

Luckily for you, Rhett's not on one of his 'louder' benders, and you can already feel him pushing your panties to the side, one finger dipping in to feel you. Swirling around your clit, once, twice, before slipping back down and finally easing inside. 

Such a simple touch makes you shudder, squirming against his chest as you watch through the mirror, slowly being spread open by his thick finger. It's already curling, searching for a spot that makes you jolt as if a live wire has touched you. 

You can practically feel his smile as he leans down and squishes his cheek against yours, "look at you," he says, meeting your gaze in the mirror, "takin' my fingers so well."

The sight you find in the mirror is just obscene. Not only from the way his veins bulge in his forearm as he fucks you with his finger but also from how far he has to crouch down to your level. 

Just a few pumps of his finger before a second one eases inside, your body still stretched from last night, soft walls yielding so easily. A sight that you can only barely see, the thin material of the babydoll concealing what Rhett's hand is doing between your legs. 

"Rhett," keening as his thumb presses against your swollen clit, not moving, merely letting you feel him touch you there. 

"What is it, darlin'?" He whispers, lips so close to your ear that you feel them brush against the shell of it, "do you need more, hm?"

Those thick fingers press against the little rubbery spot along your walls, deliberately stroking it over and over. Enough to make your thighs start to shake, squeezing tight around his hand as he continues to fuck you on his fingers. 

But it's not enough, no, no, you still need more. "Want your cock," you mewl, "please."

"Oh, baby..." pressing a kiss into your cheek, "I wish I could give it to you, but we're in public."

On their own, your hips twitch toward his hand, a frustrated grunt slipping from your mouth, "mean." 

You don't expect him to pull his fingers out from you completely, shimmering in the light as he draws his hand from your clenched thighs. A protest is already boiling up on your tongue, but he holds up a singular finger before reaching into his coat pocket. Plastic rustles, and then...

...there's your vibrating plug, the bright pink one that is just a hair longer than the other ones that you own. 

In the back of your head, you get a sneaking suspicion that he's planned this, but it's hard to think too hard about it. Not when he nudges it to your lips, silently asking you to wet it. Parting your lips, you allow him to nudge it into your mouth, tongue swirling along the underside. Your jaw aches from the stretch of it, unused to the size. 

Rhett doesn't let you play with it for long, and you don't miss the hardness you feel against your backside, straining against his jeans. It seems that just as you grow used to the weight of it against your tongue, he's drawing it away. Sliding the thick tip between your folds as he guides it to your dripping hole.

"Be a good girl for me," he coos, "and I'll let you have my cock when we get home." 

The sensation of the toy breaching you has you gasping, clamping a hand over your own mouth to muffle the noise that you find yourself making. He's pushing it in so slowly that you cannot think of anything but the way it stretches you, centimeter after centimeter until it's bottoming out.

As soon as it's in, Rhett straightens back up, pressing a kiss into the top of your head, "good?" 

The most you can provide is a nod because the 'yes' that forms on your tongue comes out as a mere whisper. But that's enough for him, doesn't press you any further on it.

You're thankful that he helps you out of the garment you're trying on because it's growing increasingly hard to focus when the toy inside of you presses so sweetly against the sensitive spot inside. Rhett's nothing but caring, helping you step back into your original clothes and tucking everything back into the right places. 

"Just let me take care of you, yeah?" He tells you before you can even begin to protest; yeah, he's planned this. 

You forgot that you had a grocery run planned for after the two of you left the mall.

It's been so long since you last went shopping that the pantry has become a barren wasteland, devoid of everything but ingredients like flour and sugar. The two of you have been eating out for a solid week to avoid going to the grocery store. There's no way you can avoid this, not without going hungry until the next time you leave the house.

"What's got you looking so upset, Princess?" Rhett asks, shutting the truck off. 

"I forgot we had this grocery run," you didn't mean for it to come out so pouty, but by the time you realize your tone, you've already said it.

From the driver's seat, you think you see Rhett melt just the slightest bit, smiling sweetly as he leans over to give you a kiss, "'m sorry, darlin'." 

The first time he does it, you're meandering through the dairy section. The slightest waddle to your step because the thick toy inside of you makes it hard to walk as you normally would. When all of a sudden, you feel it buzz to life.

Your whole world comes to a screeching halt, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling, shit, shit, shit, you forgot Rhett had an app on his phone to control this stupid thing. 

"Havin' trouble, there?" He asks, placing a hand on the small of your back, "hm?"

Just as quickly as it came on, the toy shuts off, leaving you throbbing and aching for more. Would Rhett protest if you asked him to fuck you in the bathroom? 

"Mean," is all you can reply, still yet to open your eyes, "you're so mean." 

Rhett chuckles, hand dropping to lightly squeeze your ass, "you love me for it."

He gets you again while you're hunting down your favorite frozen foods; one minute, you're walking just fine, and the next, you're clamping a hand over your mouth as the toy starts to vibrate. And as if he's completely innocent, Rhett sidles up behind you, "feel good?" He asks, sickly sweet. 

Thank God there's nobody else in this aisle. 

"More like torture," grumbling under your breath; these frozen peas are so cold that they're starting to hurt your hand, but Rhett's left the cart a few steps away. The toy shifts with every step, just barely stimulating your clit; it's only four steps, but by the time you place the food in the cart, you've found yourself panting, clutching the edge of the metal cart. 

Again, the toy shuts off, and you're left aching for something that isn't even enough. 

You're waiting in the checkout line when he turns it on again. You don't even see him touch his phone, and you're so caught off guard that you can do nothing but lean into him and hope your legs don't quiver right out from under you. Such a frustrating feeling that offers you so much stimulation but not enough to make you cum.

"Gonna have to stay quiet, darlin'," Rhett murmurs, looking down at you with such fondness that you're surprised he doesn't have comical heart eyes. 

To anyone else, you merely look like a sleepy girlfriend, resting your head against your cowboy's chest as he holds you by the waist. With nothing to do but wait for this line to move up. 

"Don't suppose I can get you to wear that little baby doll when we get home?" That experience feels like it was a millennium ago. 

You shake your head, "it needs to be washed." 

The devilish smile on his face is so big that you can feel its menacing presence. "And it's going to need to be washed after I'm done with you, too."

It's a miracle that you get out of the grocery store alive. 

---

There's traffic going back home. Cars lined up for what feels like miles upon miles, not budging. You're lucky if the truck moves a foot every few minutes. It's so dark outside that you can't see far ahead, either; there's no hope of figuring out why traffic has stopped the way that it has. 

"You alright?" Rhett asks because you keep squirming around in your seat, incapable of finding a position that doesn't drive the toy further up inside of you. It's not that you dislike it, but...

Shaking your head weakly, "it's starting to hurt." 

His face changes so quickly that you don't even see it happen; in the time it takes you to blink, his expression becomes washed with concern. It's not hard for him to figure out that it's the toy that's hurting you, too. It felt good at first, but now it's pressing so hard against your walls that they're starting to throb with something that isn't pleasure. 

Pushing the console up, he beckons you closer, "'m sorry, baby," peppering your cheek with feather-light kisses, the kind that tickle and force a smile on your face, "do you want me to take it out?" 

"Please." Just like that, he's urging you to part your legs, just far down enough that his warm hand can slip between your legs, disappearing under your skirt.

"Shit, baby," now it's Rhett's turn to be gasping, "you're soaked."

The toy twists inside of you as he fumbles for purchase on the material, so slick that he can't get a very good grip on it. Slowly but surely, it eases out of you, leaving you to clench futilely around nothing but air. There's a plastic bag stored in his jacket pocket; you can only assume that it's what he carried the toy in because that's exactly where he places it. 

"Better?" He asks once it's put away. 

Whining, you sink into him, "I guess." It's more of a disappointed tone than anything; you can't help it; you're sore, still needy for something that seems never to come. 

But it's hard to be bothered for long because two long fingers dip inside of you, stroking shallowly, filling you back up just a little bit. Not trying to make you cum; just there to soothe the ache of being empty.

Traffic starts to move, and the closer you get to home, the more Rhett's fingers start to move. Thrusting in and out of you with the wettest noise, brushing against your abused and sore sweet spot, never directly pressing against it. Your hips are squirming on their own, conflicted between wanting more and wanting him to stop because fuck, you want to cum so bad that it's all you can think about, but home is still so far away. 

"Rhett," you plea, jolting as he turns a finger against the gummy spot inside of you, "can't you just pull over and...!"

His jaw wires tighter with every noise you make, the muscles bulging under the effort. He's thinking about it, considering. God, why did you decide to rent a house that's even further from town than his family ranch? You're only just now starting to pass the land, which gives you roughly ten minutes before you arrive home. 

The truck slows as Rhett retracts his fingers from you. Even with the headlights on, you can only barely see the tiny dirt road that he turns into, the rest of it completely concealed by the darkness of the night and overgrown grass. Just as the main road becomes lost in the rearview mirror, the vehicle comes to a stop. 

"Can't believe you've got me wrapped 'round your tiny little finger like this," he mutters, the door creaking open; then he turns, offering you the softest of smiles, "come on." 

You have no memory of when your feet hit the ground, but suddenly you're stumbling toward the front of the truck, guided along by Rhett's firm grasp on your wrist, fingers still wet from being inside of you. 

"Look at you," placing his hand between your shoulder blades, Rhett pushes you down against the hood of the truck, "God, you're just drippin' for it, ain't you?" 

Just barely, you're able to turn your head, cheek pressed against the warm vehicle, as you peer back at him, "Rhett." 

"Hold on, doll," it's hard to miss the sound of his buckle clinking as he opens it, "I'll take care of you, I promise." 

Just as he says it, the blunt tip of his cock bumps between your legs, making you jump. He repeats it, slapping his hard length against your needy cunt once, twice, thrice. On a normal day, he'd tease you with it a little more, but there's no room for teasing right now, not when you've been aching since you left that mall.

Even with his fingers and the stretch of the toy, it still feels like you're being split wide open as his head slides inside. It's obscene how big he is, how slowly he enters you, always feels like the first time all over again. Agonizingly slow, inch by thick inch. The hand between your shoulder blades forces you to stay put; can't wriggle back and get him in faster, can't squirm away; the only thing you can do is take it. 

"Good girl," he breathes, "just breathe and take it for me; you're almost there." 

The further he eases in, the tighter wound you become, like a spring under too much pressure, every muscle, and fiber in your body frozen. But then he's bottoming out, hips flush against yours, and it punches the breath from your burning legs.

"Aw," pressing a kiss into your shoulder, "baby, you're shakin'." If it were anyone else, you would think they were poking fun at you, but this is Rhett. The man who would give his left arm to have you exactly like this, the man who loves to ruin you so nicely that nothing else can satisfy you. 

He's drawing out of you all the way, leaving just the tip inside, groaning at the way you clench around him. Then, slowly, he sinks back in, just a fraction faster than before, fuck, you're so full that you can't think straight. 

Again, he repeats it, that same steady, deliberate motion that makes you feel every fraction of him enter. Stretching you out even further than he did on the first thrust inward, and you just know that you're going to be sore once he's done with you. 

"You better hold on," Rhett warns, right into your ear, "don't think I can't hold back with this little pussy," he draws back, only to snap his hips right back into you as if to emphasize his words, "just beggin' to get fucked."

Stars sparkle in your vision as he does it again, pushing you further up the hood of his truck. You're scrambling, searching for something to hang onto as he does it again and again. Until he takes pity on you and removes his hand from your shoulders, grasping yours instead, pinning it to the hood. 

The action changes his angle just a hair, and on the next pass in—

"—Rhett!" You cry, "fuck, there, there, there, please, there."

True to his words, his pace changes, the truck rocking with each heavy thrust into your dripping pussy, his plush head hitting your sweet spot just right. Quick, unrelenting, no time to recover from each pass over the soft spot, stimulating it over and over. Your eyes are only half-lidded, pliant as Rhett fucks you just as you'd hoped he would.

"This what you needed, hm?" He hisses, mouth absolutely filthy, "your cowboy's thick cock in you?" 

Wickedly, his hips come to a halt on their next pass in, not pulling out. No, he only pushes harder, forcing you up onto your tip-toes to avoid him taking you right off the damn ground. You can't help the pitchy whimper it works out of you, fluttering weakly around him. 

Then he's moving again, jumping right back into that same damn pace that punches the breath from your lungs with every motion. The world around you growing fuzzier with each pass of his head against your sensitive, swollen walls; you're close, but you can't—can't reach down between your legs—

"Gonna cum inside this tight little pussy of yours," it's not a warning; it's a promise, "pump you nice and full until you're beggin' me to pull out." 

All you can do is kick your hips back toward him. Oh, does he get the message because he reaches right between your parted legs, where his cock is still pumping in and out of you. The pads of his fingers drawing tight circles into your swollen, neglected clit. They don't even make it three circles because all of a sudden, you're cumming right then and there.

Your body goes taut as it wracks over your body, quivering and gasping for a breath that you can't catch as he fucks you through it. Eyes rolling back, can't process a single thing other than the way Rhett's cock rams into your pulsing cunt and how good it feels.

"Sensi—ah!" Limbs growing tingly as he keeps going, hitting every oversensitive spot he can possibly find, "Rhett—Rhett please—!"

His hips stall. 

The first splash of cum inside of you has you jolting, so sensitive that you can feel every spurt of it as he paints your walls pearly white, and it just keeps coming. What little space left inside your cunt, now filled with him as he swears into your shoulder, crumpling down on top of you as he comes down from his high.

For a moment, the only sound in the air is the dance of your heavy breaths, intertwined so wonderfully that you can't tell what is coming from who.

Then, Rhett starts to chuckle, "damn, girl, didn't even let me get you home first."

"Your fault," smiling, you lean into the kisses he's peppering with, "you're carrying me to the shower, too, Cowboy." 

You don't need to look to know that he's rolling his eyes, "of course, babydoll."  

#rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #ao3 oneshot #oneshot #rhett abbott outer range #outer range fic #outer range #outer range amazon #rhett abbott imagine #rhett abbott x you #reader self insert #self insert #x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[yourlocallyneysimp]

Genshin Impact x Yuzuha!Reader

Characters: Kazuha, Scaramouche, Childe, Alhaitham, Itto, Lyney, Aether

Others: Older brother= Taiju Younger brother= Hakkai

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been preparing for my finals. <3

Kazuha-

He admires your fighting skills. Even though you don't fight as much as your brother he still thinks you're quite strong.

He did find things to be a little concerning when he noticed a few bruises or you would suddenly panic when you would forget to tell your older brother something. This would only make the alarms in his head go off even more after he sees your older brother for the first time. This would make him more clingy not wanting you to leave and him wanting you to sleep over at his house more often.

Kazuha will promise you that he would get you out of your abusive household and protect you.

Scaramouche-

He first took notice of you when he saw a bunch of delinquents trying to pick a fight with you and your younger brother, Hakkai. Even though you were quite short, you still somehow mangaed to kick them in the face. It surprised him a lot and eventually he went up to you with a fake persona introducing himself, but you knew that he was only acting. You do it all the time after all.

After you two would start dating, he would get annoyed that you would have to go home early and find it annoying that you would try to cancel a date on him last minute. It's not like you wanted to, you just couldn't.. He would eventually be concerned when he starts seeing cuts and bruises on your face.

After he met your brother, he would try to devise some plans to get rid of him immediately, but you both know that taking down your older brother wouldn't be so easy.

Childe-

He probably met you through some connections he had with the gang Hakkai is in. As soon as Hakkai would introduce you to him, he literally won't leave your side. Ever.

Thats why he noticed the way your face would immediately change when your older brother Taiju gets mentiond. When he finds out you're being abused, he finds it evil and heartless that someone would treat their siblings that way. He would never hurt his younger siblings!

But don't worry Y/n! Childe isn't a harbinger for no reason, he would take care of him. Somehow....

Alhaitham-

Alhaitham isn't stupid and will pick up the obvious signs right away. He won't tell you, but he would know that you are being abused by someone and would try to convince you to stay longer during dates to keep your mind off things.

He promises himself that things won't stay the way they are at your household.

Itto-

Itto most likely tried to pick a fight with your brother, but probably got his ass whooped immediately. He underestimated your brother because his and Taiju's heights were pretty close so he thought the fight would be equal.

It would take him a while to realize that Taiju is abusive towards you and your younger brother, so when he finds out, hes furious. He wants to pick a fight right away, but you convince him not too.

He would assy put for now, but that makes him even more determined to beat your brothers ass one day.

Lyney-

Lyney would actually save you from your abusive household and would give you a home to stay in, but not without some requirements of course! He would make you work at his circus and preform alongside him.

If you don't like it then too bad, anything is better than getting beat up by a family member, so you just deal with it. He also finds your stubborn personality to be quite amusing, but irritating at certain situations.

He loves you, but he just wishes that you would listen to him sometimes...

Aether-

With Paimon's help, Aether would notice the small details about how you would silently panic whenever you would get a call or would be to conscious to stay out too late. He thought it was odd, but his concern for you only increased after he met your older brother.

The first meeting wasnt pleasant since he literally got jumped by him and punched. He didn't do anything to upset him, well at least he don't think he did, but that was just how your brother was. If he needs a new punching bag, he will find one. Aether just happened to be one of his next victims.

Those punches hurted like hell and he couldn't even imagine you having to go through that everyday. So gathering enough courage, Aether and Paimon made a promise to each other that they WILL save you.

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Another A/N: I just watched season 2, ep 6 of Tokyo Revengers and all I can say is WTF- It became so brutal..😰

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #Tokyo Revengers #Yuzuha #Hakkai #Kazuha #Kazuha x reader #Scaramouche #Scaramouche x reader #Childe #Childe x reader #Alhaitham #Alhaitham x reader #Itto #Itto x reader #Lyney #Lyney x reader #Aether #Aether x reader #Taiju

[senkusphone]

Dr. Stone chapter 1D Trivia post

Spoilers ahead

We knew there was a slippery slope but we didn't know which one it was.

First things first, as we saw, Kaseki was not dead after all, and neither was Francois.

This clears things from chapter 232.5 (Dr. Stone Terraforming) where Kaseki was not shown at all, and although Francois was shown to be at the plane at the moment of the crash, they were never shown to be rescued.

We do get a glimpse at Senku throughout his lifetime (hypothetically at least). The pictured time machine, just like the large one they are building, features the telltale disk from the movie "The time machine" (duh) from 1960, based on a novel by H.G. Wells, written in 1895.

We also see him using a bunch of yagi antennas again, as well as a small satellite dish, all pointed in different directions in his homebrew setup, perhaps in an attempt to catch the signal regardless of which direction it's coming from. A concern I've heard is why would Byakuya contact Senku's future attempt but not the one from his childhood, and the answer likely boils down to the technology. As Xeno said they used a specialized detector to spot tiny bursts of petrification beam

I am not sure what such a detector might entail, but since the petri beam involves a flash of light, perhaps something like a photomultiplier tube could do it, as they can detect individual photons

The Tokyo Sky Tree is a radio tower, housing a restaurant and an observation deck, it is also the tallest manmade structure in Japan with a height of 634 meters, or 532.7 times the canon height of Suika in chapter 178.

Here it looks like they've drawn the wrong design for the medusa capsule, this one has a speaker on the inside like the original that was sent to the moon, whereas once whyman was discovered, they changed the design to one with a small antenna in its place, and a speaker/microphone on the outside for them to communicate.

This is what I feel like in university

Yes we are

next up, energy

1.21 Exawatts has no basis I know of other than being a reference to the 1.21 Gigawatts used by the time machine from Back to the Future. 1 exawatt = 1000000000 gigawatts, so I guess Dr. Brown's machine was actually very fuel efficient.

The (exa)watt is technically not a unit of energy but rather of the rate of energy transfer (or how fast energy's being delivered in layman's terms).

I assume he means (exa) watt-hours, a multiple of the watt-hour, which is an energy unit handy for working with electricity calculations. This amount of energy is equivalent to a bit shy of 900000 megatons of TNT. However, if you could capture 100% of the sun's output (and I mean all of it, a la dyson sphere, not just what hits the earth, and with 100% efficiency) and store it, you could collect that amount of energy in just under 30 seconds. This amount is also probably larger than the consumption of humanity over the last 60 years. It is in fact larger than the energy consumed wordwide between 1800 and 2010 by a factor of about two, going from adding and converting the data here.

https://www.encyclopedie-energie.org/en/world-energy-consumption-1800-2000-results/

Helium 3 is an isotope of helium with a nucleus made of 2 protons and 1 neutron (unlike normal helium which consists of 2 and 2 of each).

Because it's a very light gas, it tends to float away from the earth and get swept off into space much like regular helium does, and it is believed that larger amounts of it will be available on the moon, where it is formed naturally in a slow but steady supply when natural lithium is bombarded with neutrons from cosmic rays. Helium 3 can theoretically function as fuel in a fusion reactor, having the advantage that it does not release neutrons in the reaction, meaning it does not bombard other materials inside the reactor making them radioactive (and He-3 is not radioactive itself either).

The big issues are its low availability and the fact that a reactor for this fuel would need even higher temperatures than the reactors we are experimenting with today, and we are barely starting. On that note, Tsukasa eating chip

These robots are very strange, they walk on their claws, only having wheels at the back and carrying what looks a lot like an old time minecart. If anyone knows what the name Johnny 7 might be referring to, let me know. So far I can see that there was a sentient robot named Johnny 5 in the 1986 film Short Circuit, which looked like this.

I could also note that the robots have "Battery A" and "Battery B" noted on them.

It might just be a coincidence, but I like to think it might be a nod to an early project in the series, the cellphone.

The cellphone had two battery packs, the lead acid pack to run the vacuum tube filament, and Gen's manganese battery pack, which ran the tube anode. Historically these two battery packs were designated "A" and "B".

For the record this is also the reason you can buy AAA, AA, C, and D size cells, but no B batteries. Those batteries used to exist, but they don't anymore, since the equipment they powered is long obsolete. Next up, Chrome has a flashback to Ruri's flashback.

Kirisame's headpiece has reverted to the seldom seen spiral horn version, she is most typically seen with the one shaped like cat ears.

Next up:

No, I will not apologise

This does not seem to be the same restaurant mentioned in chapter 43, though I guess it could have changed, since Senku seems older (might it be the restaurant in the sky tree?)

Also Senku puts on Byakuya's coat that was on the back of his chair.

Speaking of chapter 43...

Ukyo is not well

It's no longer Nanami Corp, it's just Ryusui

To conclude, my take on what is happening

It's been hinted multiple times that we may see the involvement of alternate timelines, which comes as an answer to the occurence of a paradox if Senku were to travel back in time or even just contact himself. The title of the chapter comes to echo this. Higher dimensions have been a bit of a popular topic lately with people making games in four dimensions, etcetera. This however is not that by the looks of it, the fourth dimension mentioned would be an additional time dimension, which can be interpreted as the existence of convergent or divergent timelines. One of the less obvious things that remain to be seen is how Byakuya (or someone pretending to be him) knew when and where to contact someone in a different timeline. We also don't know where in time they are located. It is assumed at first that the incoming message is from the future but if we are dealing with a parallel universe it may as well be coming from the past or even be coming in in "real time" (as if such concepts of relative time held up in multidimensional time).

Suika cute pose

#dr. stone trivia #dcst #dr stone #dr. stone #drstone #dcst senku #dr stone senku #senku dr stone #senku ishigami #dcst byakuya #dr stone byakuya #byakuya dr stone #byakuya ishigami #dcst xeno #dr stone xeno #xeno dr stone #xeno houston wingfield #xeno houston #dcst suika #dr stone suika #suika dr stone #dcst kohaku #dr stone kohaku #kohaku dr stone #dcst tsukasa #dr stone tsukasa #tsukasa dr stone #tsukasa shishio #dcst chrome #dr stone chrome

[the-cookie-of-doom]

ooooOOOOOO HOW ABOUT SOME JEFFCEST? when the storm breaks???? 👀👀👀👀

send me an ask and I'll tall you about one of these WIPs

This is my Rain God/Sunshine/Ghost/Evil Science Husband marathon sex PWP that's also like. 5 chapters long with a prequel and a sequel 🤡 I've drawn a bunch of spicy art for it that tumblr unfortunately won't let me post, too. Essentially it's a combination of acekimagenda's idea that Rain is the only one who could dom Sunshine + my idea that Ghost is Rain's Goodest Boy.

I won't get too into it bc there's an actual hint of plot that I don't want to spoil, but essentially: Sunshine is Husband's first (successful) clone, and Sunshine has a lot of resentment about it. Esp with Ghost being the last one, and him being obviously Husband's favorite because he's so sweet and perfect, not like crazy, violent Sunshine. He ends up with weirdly biblical daddy issues/kink from it, in a Frankenstein kind of way. (Doesn't literally call Husband "daddy", but refers to him as Creator and sometimes as Father in the religious sense). And then they all fuck about it <3

Unlike their darling Ghost—the last of his true creations—Sunshine couldn’t find an ounce of sympathy within himself for the other man. He only wished he’d been there to bear witness. Though he supposed seeing the results would have to suffice. The scientist, once so proud and arrogant, left a broken wretch in the wake of endless tests, poking and prodding and injecting and cutting, his downfall wrought by his own design. Poetic.  Of course, bleeding heart that Ghost was, he’d rescued their creator from His purgatory. Put Him all back together again like a faithful little puppet. He refused to resent Him for his own treatment. Naive boy. Oh, how Sunshine adored him. Especially when Ghost’s tender care meant he could break their creator all over again, take Him apart piece by piece knowing Ghost would be there to stitch those pieces back together, and so the cycle would renew. Again and again and again.  It was only fair.  Electricity pulsed at the base of Sunshine’s spine, lightning arcing through the vertebrae and straight into his brainstem, tearing a strangled cry from his throat.  “You are wandering,” came a low, thunderous voice that rumbled straight into his empty core. Fingers dug into his lower back, still sparking with tantalizing little licks of plasma. Sunshine wondered if they scorched his skin.  “A little,” he admitted on a breathy laugh, delighting in the displeased hum he received in response. Rain didn’t like to be ignored. He had that same egotistical quality as any deity, the same as his creator, that demanded attention. Devotion. Worship. But Sunshine bowed for no man, nor god. Not willingly—not without incentive.  “Insolent,” Rain murmured, cool mist dripping from even colder lips and curling around Sunshine’s ear. He shivered.  Rain drew himself back, up to his full height, and dragged Sunshine along with.  While Ghost made love to their creator on the bed, Rain pinned Sunshine against the foot of it, hard oak driving into the sharp jut of his hip bones. The insistent press of Rain’s hand at his lower back wasn’t nearly enough to make Sunshine bend to his will. He continued to stand proudly, ignoring the shadow-cloaked presence looming at his back, even as the static in the air around him made every one of Sunshine’s hairs stand on end.  “Why must you make everything difficult?” Rain asked, sighing, a gusty breeze that tousled Sunshine’s hair. “Your pride does not serve you well.” “I think it does.” Look at what his pride has earned him: his creator brought low, a slave to the very things He’d made to serve Him. A celestial deity, a storm made flesh, a god, answering to his pleasure. And Ghost, darling boy that he was, looking up to Sunshine as if he were a god himself, always with such wonder in his big brown eyes. Innocence, as well, that Sunshine could never seem to shake, no matter how he tried to taint him.  “Hmm.” Rain stroked a light hand all the way from the base of Sunshine’s spine to the nape of his neck, where he held him firmly. A final chance to submit. Sunshine refused. “Very well.” 

#cookie writes #jeffcest #ghost mv #we looove #rain god #sunshine #not even going to try tagging the ships sorry guys