#so many of them are just incoherent screaming about how he loves everyone around him. devastating

[iwoulddieforienzo]

Something that makes reading TOA so devastating is how fucking much Apollo feels about Everything. There’s so MUCH. Like I don’t even know how to describe it to you if you haven’t read the books yourself. He has so many complicated thoughts and emotions about just about everything and he cares about everything so much and there is just SO MUCH going on in his head. And yet none of it ever reaches his mouth!!

He almost never says what he’s feeling. What little comes out of his mouth about his thoughts barely even scratches the surface of what he actually means. Like he’ll be having a long ass monologue about how incredible someone is, showing a deep understanding of them as a person and empathizing with them so hard you’d almost think it’s projection but it’s not he’s legitimately just mind melding with this random person he met like a week ago and he’s thinking the softest, kindest thoughts about them like he knows they’re fucking incredible - and what comes out of his mouth is just like, “you’re a wonderful friend :)” AND ITS LIKE. THERES SO MUCH MORE UNDER THE SURFACE. the sheer admiration and adoration he has for everyone around him……… UGHHH!!! But he never VOICES ANY OF IT!!!!!! He never tells anyone about what Zeus did to him……. He never tells anyone except the reader about his realization that Zeus is abusive…. He never even tells commodus about how much he adored him, not then and not now… he refuses to tell anyone when he’s in pain or tries to justify the things he does when he actually had Decent Reasons for why he did something… I’m. I’M. AUGH. AHHHHH

HE DOESN’T EVEN TELL US ALL OF HIS THOUGHTS IS THE THING. THERES EVEN MORE THAT HE IS NOT TELLING US!!!!! THE FUCKING OCEAN OF FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS HE HAS ABOUT EVERYTHING IS THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION. I AM IN DISTRESS.

And YET…. Even what slips out of his mouth is so fucking devastating it is SO devastating. He’s so fucking kind and gentle with Harley and Meg and and other younger Demis and his kids… he’ll act like an obstinate idiot and then turn around say something that drags the core of the person he’s talking to into the light like nail on the fucking HEAD like he reached into their soul and gave them the words to express something that they were struggling to say aloud or that they didn’t even realize about themself. Around the 2nd book he starts putting voice to some of his feelings and thoughts about others and even that tiny fucking sliver is overwhelming to the people he’s talking to bc he’s SO. AUGHHHH

#this is why ‘reading the TOA books’ fics fucking slap btw. because as embarrassing as his thoughts can be #so many of them are just incoherent screaming about how he loves everyone around him. devastating #like imagine helping out ur loser deadbeat dad who you don’t really know much about bc he’s flighty and hard to read #and finding out ‘wow he cares about us a lot more than I thought’ #bc he literally almost dies to save you/your siblings and keeps following you all around everywhere #but he’s still like. your weirdo absentee dad. u don’t know hardly anything new about him other than an apparent suicidal streak #and then u find out that the whole time he was whining about chicken nuggets or whatever he was internally sobbing abt how much he loves u #and every time u were nearby he was going ‘MY BEAUTIFUL PERFECT BABY… JUST AS INCREDIBLE AS THEIR MORTAL PARENT!!!! BEAUTIFUL LIKE THE SUN! #HOW DID I EVEN MAKE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL PERFECT BABY. UNREAL. THEY CANT BE MINE!? BUT THEY ARE!!! LOOK AT THEMMM!!?!!! IM SO PROUD…… #my beautiful perfect angels… all of their parents best traits and none of our worst…. I am Barely restraining myself from sobbing #i would give u the WORLD if my father wouldn’t kill me for it :(‘ #and it’s like. wow. okay dad. um. would have been nice to know that when we were all dying in The War #Please Hug Me Though. #imagine being a Random Ass Demigod who didn’t go on a big special quest or something like you are literally just Some Guy #and finding out that this weirdo loser god u gave a sandwhich to or something thinks you are so fucking cool #your own parent doesn’t know ur name but Apollo knows u on sight and read ur soul within the 2 seconds yall talked and he thinks you rock #how are you supposed to respond to that. #snack time #toa #longpost

[joekeeryswife]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSdon1E3t/?k=1 I saw this tik tok and imagine this with like Steve/Joe like his daughter is in "love" with someone from the cast or like the group and everyone think it's cute because like she is so little and idk I thought it would be cute

‘in love’ - J.K

you guys are melting me heart <3. this is the cutest thing ever. also, this is so bad so i’m sorry 💀

Esme, your daughter, was obsessed with Joseph Quinn. she would blush whenever he would make eye contact with her, she would squeal if he spoke to her and everyone in the Stranger Things cast thought it was the cutest thing. you walked to the Stranger Things set to meet everyone before you go out for a meal together and saw Joe and Joseph standing together. "who's that?" you whispered to Esme who was looking around for her dad.

you pointed to where Joe was and she squealed out, making them both turn around to look at her. Joe said 'goodbye' to Joseph, who walked off to find the rest of the cast, and Joe ran to you, Esme's arms went straight to the famous 'grabby hands' she did whenever she saw Joe and he immediately picked her up and started smothering her with kisses. "hi my baby, how are you" he said, pulling away and stroking the stray hairs off out of her face.

"hi love" he said, turning away from Esme to kiss you. you kissed him back and started asking about his day and then Esme started squealing loudly. “who’s she screaming at?” Joe questioned, you looked around and saw Joseph standing where he was before, now with Gaten, not even acknowledging Esme was there, but because she spotted him, the squeals had already started.

“it’s Joseph” you said, a huge smile plastered on your face. “oh i see, right missy, should we go to the restaurant now?” he said, asking Esme like she was able to answer, he was faced with incoherent babbled coming from her as her answer. “Joseph, everyone’s starting to go now, you got a lift?” Joe said, turning to him as he spoke. “i’ll meet you there mate, Natalia, Charlie and a few others have already left” he shouted back, you were trying to keep Esme occupied so their conversation didn’t get interrupted.

“alright, shall i save you a seat?” Joe asked, passing Esme to you so you could go strap her in the car which you did. after a few minutes of waiting for Joe to come to the car, you started driving to the restaurant where everyone was meeting. “what did my girls do today then?” he asked as he looked at Esme through the mirror on her car seat. she started babbling, acting like she was explaining to Joe what she did all day and when she would stop for breath Joe would always say a small ‘really?’ or ‘wow you really did that?’ acting like he could understand what she was saying in her own, beautiful language.

you finally arrived at the restaurant and walked in, seeing there were quite a few empty seats, meaning not many people were here. you sat next to the high chair which was at the end of the table and put Esme in it, making sure she seemed somewhat comfortable. Joe sat next to you instead of sitting on the opposite side of Esme. you gave Esme your phone, keeping her occupied whilst you waited for everyone to arrive.

“hey missy” you heard someone say, you looking up from your conversation with Joe to see Joseph, walking towards the seat next to Esme. as soon as she saw him again, she turned away from him, squealing loudly. you all started laughing and watched as she kept looking back at Joseph, but turning away squealing each time. “how’s she been y/n? i feel like i haven’t seen her in ages” Joseph said, making conversation with you which you were grateful for as Joe started talking to Charlie.

“yeah she’s been okay, few little words here and there but nothing to exciting, she’s only 9 months old so i’m not worried” you said, looking at her as she blushed brightly and laughed when Joseph started tickling her sides. “she’s so cute, my brother had a baby a few months ago and that baby doesn’t do anything. just sleeps and cries” he said, making you laugh. “well, seeing as they’re only a few months old, i’m not surprised” you said, laughing quietly still.

Joseph started having a conversation with Maya, who was next to him, and you started talking to Joe. during that time, Esme had turned back around to face Joseph. Joe noticed this and so did Maya and they both pointed to Esme. you and Joseph turned around at basically the same time and when Joseph noticed Esme staring at him, he lent in and gave her a quick, harmless, kiss on the cheek. this made her freak out. she screamed and giggled loudly, making you, Maya, Joseph and Joe all laugh out loud. most of the peoples heads turned at the table to look at Esme, who was turning back to Joseph. he kept giving her kisses on the cheek, making her squeal in excitement.

“i think someone’s got a little crush on you” you said teasingly, as you tickled Esme’s side, making her giggle. “more like in love with you” Maya said, making everyone laugh. “she definitely has a crush on you Joseph, she doesn’t do that with anyone else” Joe said, watching as she looked at Joseph, trying not to make it obvious that she was. “oh well, it’s only an innocent crush and she’s not even a year old.” Joseph said, staring at Esme. she was definitely ‘in love’ with Joseph and you all thought it was the cutest thing.

#fanfiction #steve harrington #imagines #joe keery #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #joe keery imagine #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagines #kurtsworld96 #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn #joe keery au #joe keery blurb #joe keery fanfic #joe keery fandom #joe keery one shot #steve harrington imagines #kurt #kurt kunkle fanfic #kurt kunkle blurb #kurt kunkle x you #stranger things cast #maya hawke

[shreddedleopard]

I am absolutely bursting at the seams to scream about Morimyu Op 3.

Wanna write a very structured, intelligent analysis post but I don’t even know where to begin. Just … all of it.

— incoherent rambling about Moriarty the Musical Op 3 in-coming so quick — scroll if you don’t wanna see!

The way William’s yearning is portrayed. And Sherlock’s frustration. All the little references to Sherlock being a puppet on William’s strings. The way William is so infuriating and yet heartbreaking in the same breath. I totally get what Shogo meant when he once said, ‘it would be nice if William could be honest.’

The songs.

Spinning Around the Rondo? That entire spectacle. The lyrics, but also the way William steers and manoeuvres Sherlock at his whim … and the fact that they’re dancing with one another. I just. The metaphors. It was everything I needed from them.

I also love how we see the theme of the scarlet thread connecting them — this idea that they’re both attached but William is the one literally ‘pulling the strings’ — again in the scene with the Jack the Ripper culprits murdered. William tugging on an invisible string as he leaves and Sherlock immediately turning up to investigate. Chills.

In This Lonely Room I think is my favourite song from all 5 Opuses. When I say my jaw hit the floor … the dialogue from Albert beforehand — “you seem quite taken with him” ????? Umm. Okay. So it’s not just us then 😂 WILLIAM. You have been perceived 👀

And Shogo’s perfect called-out expression. But the pain in his eyes like … he doesn’t want to be made to face reality. He was having fun with his own little delusions and fixation with Sherlock. He was living in happy denial. Why do you have to go and be all voice of reason and ruin it, Albert?? “It will only hurt you.” EXCUSE ME is this advice on dealing with an unhealthy crush from your older brother time? I DIED.

But anyway. The song. Oh god, the song. Shogo sang it so beautifully and emotionally it made my soul ache for William and he’s like … he’s got this little glimmer of hope in Sherlock and when he LIES ON THE SOFA and sings TO HIS HAND LIKE A LOVER and then CLUTCHES IT TO HIS HEART. I cannot. Breathe.

What were they thinking? HOW can anyone be normal about them after witnessing that?

All of the songs in the second half pretty much ended me, to be honest.

I’m not sure how many times two people need to sing about having each other in their hearts to get the message across. I heard it the first time. And the second. And the third. BOYS PLEASE I UNDERSTAND don’t make it hurt more.

And then … the Durham date? THE DURHAM DATE!?

Ryo’s acting here was so good. The range of emotions he goes through during his talks with William — from notice me senpai to omfg challenge accepted to oh god we just sang about changing the world together do we really have to return to the weighty matter of why I came here — the LOC — after that? To oh shit you really do want someone to stop you to actually the RELIEF because that means you are a good person underneath it all if it’s really you — and I hope it is because I want you to be as obsessed with me as I am with you.

WILLIAM’S SHERLOCK AFTER HE LEAVES? The way he smiles so full it’s visible even with the dimming lights.

And then the final song … the repetition and switching of ‘I hope’ and ‘I will.’

I now fully understand why Morimyu twitter cannot stop saying those phrases and I am fully with everyone because ever since watching Op 2 they have been echoing in my mind but NOW — now I feel them in my bones like a bloody mantra.

Yes, I am dramatic about this. What of it?

😂😭🥹🤦🏼‍♀️

(Not even gonna start on Op 4 because that also broke me in very specific ways but it still comes in hard second to Op 3 my love.)

#this is why it has taken me so long to finish Ever Ours ch.3 #but I hope my writing is the better for it 🤞🏻🤞🏻 #morimyu #Morimyu op 3 #moriarty the patriot #yuumori #Moriarty the patriot the musical #Yuumori the musical #yuukoku no moriarty #william moriarty #sherlock holmes

[androgynousblackbox]

Welcome to Hazbin Vale. 2 [Appleradio]

Good morning, listeners. Your good friend Alastor is here once again. Today you may forgive me for not being on my usual high spirits, for I find myself rather annoyed.

But Alastor, I know you must be asking. What could possibly annoy the always friendly and law abiding radio host that we know and love? That doesn't sound like you at all! I know, I know, I am nothing if not patient, dear listener, but even I have my limits. There are certain things in this world that must not be tolerated.

That weird static is there again. Please ignore it.

Unfortunately, until that weird static calms down, I am afraid that I will have to keep the suspense alive. For now, let's start today with our favorite piece of news: the obituary!

It seems that last night the old man Jenkins has finally passed away. This morning his neighbors were congregated around his house, in front of the open door. It was a disaster inside, you could see it even from the street, like a hurricane had stopped by and stayed a bit longer than planned. Tragic, absolutely tragic. Jenkings was a tolerable member of this community who we all could more or less remember clearly.

If only his own curiosity wasn't getting the best of him. That was always one of his biggest flaws, whether he would admit it or not. And his imagination, my! He had a bit too many, especially after just a few beers in the local pub. Oh, I know that those who were there know exactly what I am talking about.

Babblering on and on about all these strange and unexplicable murders that happened in our town. Talking about how once this was a pacific and normal place where everyone could feel safe. Truly delirious, that poor man. I almost felt pity siting next to him and hearing his incoherent conspiracy theories. He was convinced that someone in our precious and wise community could be the responsible for those deaths! I could not believe my ears when I hear it.

He even said he had some kind of proof that he was planning to give some friend reporter. But I am sure that if someone were to have a look all over his house, like that hurricane seem to have done, they wouldn't have found anything at all out of the ordinary.

So, clearly, that man was just suffering of some kind of brain tumor that was pushing against whatever rational thinkings he had left after a lifetime of wasting away being a parasyte for society. Quite pitiful.

Of course I had to help him out get home. What kind of monster I would be if I left someone so obviously unwell to go completely on their own at the mercy of the night? Obviously I don't mean it for anyone in our town.

But there are beasts out there who won't stop no matter how much you beg. Creatures that feed on your screams and laugh on the face of your demise. Things that no sane mind could ever hope to comprehend.

I am talking about raccoons, if it wasn't clear enough. Those damn monsters have been making a disaster out of everyone's garbage lately. So this is your friendly reminder to please lock up your garbage tight and keep it close, where it should have stayed in the first place. Don't share no matter how much you want to make a conversation out of it, like some other people could. Some things are best left unsaid.

After a lovely conversation about the stock market, I was off my way. For any police officer who may be listening right now, Husk, first of all, fix your hair, you shouldn't be judging anyone with a hair that messy. Second of all, how about lay it off with the donuts? If you want a heart attack so badly, goodness me… you just have to ask.

Indeed, everyone is going to miss old man Jenking. If I may give an advice, save the ink on the wanted posters. There are dogs who would appreciate the attention so much more and it would be infinitely more productive. At least with the dog there is a possibility to find them.

Unless a raccoon got them. But who would want to hurt the best friend of men, right, listeners? Only if they barked at the wrong moment, I suppose, bringing unwanted attention when it's the least convenient for everyone else. But they tend to be smarter than that. Beasts know to bow down when a bigger predator is around, after all.

The family of old man Jenking haven't officially dennounced his death yet, so I guess this is kind of a spoiler? I imagine it will take around a week for the idea to fully sink in. Someone could probably accelarate the process by showing what was left of our dear old pal. If only something was left in order to do that.

Please, forgive me if I laugh a little too much. I just keep thinking of an old joke I heard one time, one that has nothing to do with what I am talking about right now. I can't help it. Oh, but you wouldn't get it, dear listener. You should have been there.

Ah. I did needed that pick me up. I think I am on a better mood now to relay to you what soured my morning. After I do, I do hope you understand my state of mind.

I was on my way to the station when I remembered, silly me, that I forgot to buy something for lunch. I had a bunch of new meat to prepare, but nothing to accompany it! I was thinking so much about that old joke that it completely slipped my mind. Naturally I went to the supermarket and there, right there, in front of the dairy products, was the single most offensive view I have ever seen on my life.

He was a tiny man. Minuscule even. Such a small being that I could probably hold it on my pocket and squish it until his eyes pop out. Even at a distance I could see that his head wouldn't even reach my own chest. What kind of man lets himself be so small and vulnerable? Don't you have any dignity or it doesn't fit inside that microscopic frame? At least use some heels, women do it all the time!

So that was the first insult, dear listener.

But then this tiny man took out the sun hat that he was wearing and his hair was so stupid that I wanted to vomit right there. Yes, listener, as you heard! So stupid, shiny and silky, as if nobody in this town has anything better to do than to stare in awe and imagine what would it be like to caress it with your fingers. What a grostque display of vanity! How is that even allowed in public? Who gave this tiny man the right to have that stupid perfect hair? Second insult!

Oh, if only had ended there, dear listener. Maybe then that could have been just an unpleasant memory and it could be it. But he wasn't alone, you see. He was talking with that clerk with an eye patch that says "my creepy comments" on here are hilarious. I think her name was Cherri? I don't know what she means by that, but as long someone appreciate my work I guess they can't be that bad. I might even forgive her for what she did next.

She presented us! Right there! With no warning or preparation prior! Because I talked about that damn new toy maker that just moved to town on the last episode, she thought she was doing me a favor by just telling me that this tiny man with the stupid hair was that toy maker all along.

The one time that the youth decide to pay attention to what I say and this is what I get!

Lucifer Morningstar, said his name was. Have you ever heard about anything more pretentious than that? I seriously doubt that is his real name at all. Husk, if you ever want to do anything useful in your life, you should check on that. Someone with that hair and that tiny body and those big stupid blue eyes could never have a name like that. It can't be real. The feeling in my gut is telling me so.

And he said that oh, I was just getting to know the town and everyone told me about you. Oh, and are you really the radio host of this town? And oh, that must be so fun and your job must be great! Oh, I will have to take a listen sometime!

He just wouldn't stop! I wanted to grab him by the collar of his shirt and shake him until he felt as dizzy as I was getting listening to him! I would shake the answer out of him if I had to!

WHY IS YOUR SMILE SO WHITE!? WHAT ARE YOU HIDING?! I KNOW YOU MUST BE HIDING SOMETHING. NOBODY IS THAT NICE AND PERFECT!

AND CAN SOMEONE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT STUPID STATIC ALREADY, I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF HERE.

Oh-oh.

FUCK!"

"Apologies, dear listeners. We seem to have an sudden power outage. Luckily we have back up power regenerators while the fusebox is getting repaired. It seems to have exploded out of nowhere for no apparent reason at all. How completely unrelated to anything we were talking about here.

I had time to calm down now. I am good. Just don't pay any mind to the red splatters outside of the building, I am sure it's nothing. Maybe some teenager's new graffity or something as inocuous as that. That would explain the abandoned shoes I had no time to pick up.

Anyway, I think I didn't even finish my story, did I? Well, after that very horrible and disgusting encounter, "Lucifer", if that is even his real name, said that he was looking forward to opening the toy store with some of his new inventions real soon.

Clearly a money laundering scheme. Husk, look it up. Why it has to be me the one to tell you to do your job?

I think we all learned a lesson today, dear listener. Some things are best left unsaid and sometimes people should stay on their own towns and not comes to new places to talk with new people who didn't ask for them to be there. Sometimes change can stay unchanged. Sometimes change can be bad and quite upsetting. Why would you wanna risk it?

Ah.

Now, the weather…"

#appleradio #duckiedeer #radioapple #wtnvau #hazbin hotel au #my fanfic

[putalittleloveonmelody]

He Knows What I'm Like

Inspired by On The Loose (lyric video)

He knows what I'm like, and he likes it. He likes me, so much that he fell for me twice... three times, four...over and over again. I'm out of my mind for him, and he likes that too. Likes how I'll run, drive, fly back to him no matter where we are, just to make him tear up the room the way he did that night we met....

I'd taken a flight and in my exhaustion I ran right into him. Literally. The slightest tickle of his chest hair as I bounced back, too embarrassed to even look at him properly. And he was all Irish charm and kindness, pet names and reassurance. Simultaneously calming and tensing in some inexplicable way.

Weirdly comfortable... enough to look him in the eye, smile and make a little joke about being clumsy.

I've never understood the phrase one thing led to another until that night. He seemed to find my embarrassment, (and my unicorn suitcase he insisted on collecting for me), adorable. Seemed to find my adorableness arousing from the way he looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. Asking me to go out for a drink because he just didn't want to say goodbye... and how do you say no to that?

I was out of my mind, he just made me feel that way. Free. No judgment. Dancing through my jetlag. Feeling so many eyes on me as I lost myself to the beat, to the desire, to my need for this stranger who felt more like home than he had any right to. Especially when we were finally alone, and he was ripping at my clothes, my carefully constructed walls, shredding any sense of resistance I might have had with every scratch, every bite, every promise and filthy word fulfilled. Pulling me to pieces and splitting my heart wide open as I wrapped myself around the truth.

Leaving me in my bra and panties, commanding me to dance for him, just him, in the dark, his work of art, promising there there was nothing to lose. His eyes on me, smoldering, making me feel so hot I could burn down the room. Mumbling almost incoherently about how he should get out while he can... before... but he can't.

That moment...just thinking about it sets every part of me on fire again. Knowing how my body moved, and that no matter how much I liked everybody watching, I LOVED him watching me so much more. More than I should. Climbing onto his lap and pulling him in tight, rolling into him, rolling with everything, running with his mind, my mind, this intense need to make all of this...whatever it was, manifest.

He had felt like nothing...noone before. Like his cock was made just for me. Thick and throbbing and moaning as he slipped through my wetness and demanded entrance to the deepest parts of me.

He called me Petal and coaxed me to open up even more, bottoming out and picking up speed, turning my moans to screams to whimpers as he worked me through I don't know how many orgasms.

He was out of his mind too, and I liked it. Fucking me harder and harder, cursing at the feeling of my cunt constricting around his cock, surrendering to how good we felt, promising to never let me loose again, that we'd never know what it felt like to lose as long as I let him stay buried inside of me.

Threatening to warn everyone that looked at me, fuck me in front of them so they knew I belonged to him, staring into my eyes as he gave me one last orgasm and came inside of me, impossibly turned on by our recklessness and risk, our need to be skin on skin, right now, and probably forever.

Now I'm sitting here waiting for my flight back to him, out of my mind just like he liked it, wrenching my hands together to sooth the nerves, rubbing my thighs together to sooth the need, completely soaked at the thought of feeling him inside me again.

He knows what I'm like, on the loose, but tied to him, needy and horny, impatiently dreaming of getting home, seeing his face light up as he tells me he loves me and calls me baby girl, reminding me I'm his as he tears up our room and rips into me all over again and again... and again.

#niall horan fanfiction #niall horan #inspired by #niall horan x reader #niall horan smut #smut #flicker #song one #my words #Youtube

[whosthere54]

This is just going to be incoherent screaming about the CMVs but I tried to organize it at least a little <3

MISERY FELL -

“This town without love to much faith in above”

They believed so much in the gods and then the gods hurt them in so many ways- they had too much faith in them and then they made a deal with Enderian.

“All the stars in the sky just enjoying their time, with a hope for peace.”

Idk I think it’s just neat.

ENEMY -

Fable - “look out for yourself” and I now think that that’s more him watching over Icarus than anything else but that’s just me-

BROTHER -

The parallels in the brother CMV of when Rae reached out to Icarus to help them up, vs when Icarus reached to help Rae.

TURN THE LIGHTS OFF -

“Don’t you like it, I know I do. How about you, what do we know.”

Quixis being on “All good devils masquerade under the light” could have two meanings but I believe it’s them talking about fable.

STARMAN -

The way the first time Icarus is met with Haley’s grave they run, they don’t want to believe it. So they can’t. The next time they find it they stop a moment at the headstone, taking the flowers in their hands and sinking down to sit next to the grave. A moment of remembrance, and a sign of their acceptance. AND IN THE END WITH HALEY WATCHING OVER ICARUS AS THEY WORK, WITH A HAND ON THEIR SHOULDER I-

GOLD -

Quixis being on the “I’m dying to feel again” AND THEN TUNRNING AROUND AND WE SEE THAG THEY ARE PHYSICALLY DECAYING (atleast how I describe it I guess) THEY EYES AND THEIR FINGERS-

Also specifically that it’s gold and then there’s auras and the gold eye and fable isn’t gold anymore and I simply think about it but I don’t have a coherent thought yet-

CANT STAND THE RAIN -

“Love, no such thing as love.” At the beginning DOES MATCH UP TO ICARUS PACING I WAS RIGHT and also “all love letters fade away in the rain”

Then it’s on “All lovers remain”

“around until the rain” is Centross. Which I- they’re best friends you’re honor

It’s always Icarus shown on “No such thing as love” and also I want to point out that in the order they are always last and I think that’s neat.

“No one left for me to straighten up the place for. Nothing left to do, but cry.” They completely believe they are alone, they wrote the book at this point l. The one that just repeated YOU ARE ALONE a few times on the second page. Just no one left for me to straighten up the place for - they don’t even try to say anything about the “Whack” in the prison, I don’t remember how much they even wrote down. I think they had given up on it at that point.

Also it stays until after “no such thing as love” They loved Momboo, they did, and at this point they had been convinced that she didn’t love them anymore. She chose everyone else over them, and Rae was the one that got her involved. Icarus needed people to blame, and Momboo ended up being one of them. Love didn’t exist in their corrupted mind, nobody could love them as they were.

THE ONCE A FAILURE SCENE AHHG/VVVPOS

They don’t believe in their friendship they had with Centross at this point. They know what he thinks of them, yet they still went to him throughout their corruption. Some piece of them still trusted him, and still tried to seek out his approval or validation. This could have just been because he could speak with Enderian, but I’d like to think it was because in their mind he was still once their best friend.

Also the little Icarus scene on “drip drop drive me insane” is one of my favorites. I really couldn’t tell you why.

GAHG THE REAVER SCENE I COULDN’T TELL YOU THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST WATCHED IT-

Centross putting the TNT in the tree at

“No such thing as love” now is so very cool

_-_-_

I love how watching over these and especially the season trailers there were so many lyrics lined up with specific characters that all make sense now I went feral a little bit-

ALSO I CANT FIGURE OUT WHAT SPECIFICALLY I WAS THINKING OF BEFORE AND ITS ANNOYING ME BUT HERE YOU GO-

#fable smp #icarus morningstar #cmv #ramblings

[thisisntmyrightera]

Spring of 1986 pt1

Eddie Munson x fem. reader

SUMMARY: Y/n Carver tells in her diary how the summer of 1986 turns into a nightmare after contemplating the strange death of Crissy with Eddie Munson, her secret love.

WARNINGS : some spoilers if you didn't see Stranger Things 4 jet / characters dead, drugs, some strong words.

WORD COUNT: 1,984

note: this is the first time i write after almost 3 years away from tumblr, hope you like it and enjoy my imagination

This is a fanfiction and would be more parts.

all kind of interaction are greatly appreciated !! <3

Ch. 1

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Hawkins, summer of 1986

How can things go wrong when you're just past your 18th birthday and spring break has only just begun?...

Well, actually things started badly since 4 years ago when high school started, being part of a small town and being the twin of the only one to be relevant to win a basketball championship was not the best option to succeed. Things got boring from time to time, Jason Carver was by far the worst thing that could happen to me in 18 years, being his sister got monotonous when it came to life, mom and dad used to compare us all the time ''how can your brother being so perfect and you just barely got the vice-captain position on the cheerleading squad?'', well maybe not all of us aspire to be plastic creatures during your school life but also not everyone was open to the fact that things weren't always about what their little heads would have them believe, after all, Hawkins had always been a small town. Be y/n Carver had a daily routine of going to class with the captain of the basketball team and many of those times the bastard didn't even wait for me to pick Crissy up at her house and take her to class early, I know she didn't have to be blamed, she was my friend since the first day of school and even though Jason often underestimated her as well as me, she was my only escape from home and their boring dictatorship.

To be honest, all the girls at Hawkins High School wanted to be just like Crissy, pretty, popular, and have a boyfriend who use every opportunity to said in front of everyone that he loved her infinitely, but honestly, not me, in reality whenever I sat at one of the tables of the cafeteria the only thing that could get my attention from the silly talk and gossip of my fellow cheerleaders was the group of weirdos who always sat next to one of the windows, they looked so happy sharing with each other no matter who judged or made fun of them for everyone wore that same shirt with the legend of "Hellfire Club" many times after the games i saw them go out through one of the doors while they jumped and celebrated, maybe they had won again one of their mystical game where they spent hours in his fantasy, but they were happy right?, how i wanted to be like them. Or maybe just being around them, especially Eddie Munson, Eddie was different, yes maybe he was lazy, irresponsible and there were rumors that he dealt drugs among the seniors, but he was unique, how he found a way to accidentally get everyone attention during Spanish class and make everyone laugh were my only moments where I could remotely show him a little attention directly, otherwise Jason would kill me for showing a little affection towards the one he called ''Freak' '.

Let's back 3 days in time, everything was still normal and the school and the whole town were focused on the championship that was to be played that night, that day Crissy left me alone on the cafeteria, relatively we didn't talk much but that day definitely i not spoke nothing, the atmosphere felt strange, a pressure enveloped the air and kept me focused on the last apple I would eat before going on vacation until Eddie started screaming as he walked over a table yelling incoherently as always.

-Do you want something freaky? - Jason shouted as he stood up trying to face him from a distance while Eddie pointed to some horns on his head and showed his tongue disturbing the inner peace of my tender and intolerant brother - Freak .. - it was obvious that he would not face it, it was not so brave as he seemed, well he wasn't brave with Eddie but with me it didn't take him long to face me when he noticed my slight smile on my face - do you have something to say? you seem to enjoy seeing how stupid that freak is

-I have nothing to say, I thought it was funny that's all, why do you have to do everything about yourself Jason?

Definitely it was all about him, at home nobody received me when we got back from school, instead my parents were waiting for him with a big sign wishing him luck for what could be his last (and first) championship, after a bath with cold water and getting ready in my uniform while Berlin's 'Take my Breath away' was playing on the radio I decided to take this last trip with Jason's, one more and I'd be free of him for a couple of weeks, what could go wrong? It was the Tigers final game and yes the championship was perfect, we were champions, I already mentioned it right? everyone was celebrating around Lucas Sinclair but Crissy stayed away as if her mind was flying and she was somewhere else.

-Crissy, are you okay?...Crissy? -I touched her arm a little to bring her to reality and with a quick blink she looked at me smiling

-Everything fine, sorry ..- and there was one of her beautiful smiles that made everyone fall in love so much

-You feel good? you look strange, everyone is celebrating and you are here alone thinking

-If it's just that... I need a very big favor - her breathing seemed agitated and she took one of my arms to get away from the crowd and be able to trust me with what was perhaps her last secret - you see, you remember that I told you what i had some headaches and couldn't sleep lately?

-Yes, i remember, do you feel alright?

-If it's just that, a friend recommended a type of... medicine to cure me and stop those pains and I have to go to his house to pick it up, do you think you could come with me? I would not like to go alone-her eyes looked scared, even a little empty and her breathing sounded nervous while her feet stomped a little on the floor of the corridor

-Of course, who is your friend?

-"He's... he's... Eddie Munson,- her voice turned shy and she looked down as her pom-poms moved a little, rather like a small tremor that came from her hands.

-That…medicine is actually something like…drug?

-Y/N please don't tell anyone, I've tried everything and I can't even sleep a little, this is my last alternative and I...

-Crissy is fine, I won't judge you, it's just that... I thought the drug rumor was a lie, but I'll go with you, I won't tell anyone, I promise - I smiled at her as I took her hand to walk back to the court and leave together where everyone have being waiting for the team to celebrate

-Ready to go and celebrate? we are champions! - Jason scream and jumped as he scooped Crissy into her arms and spun around making her laugh. -Actually, we're going to go change and then we'll catch up with you at Benny's Burgers, right? - Crissy looked at me smiling with a bit of complicity -Yes, of course we will go to get pretty to celebrate with the champions - I smiled at him while I waved my pompoms ridiculously -Okay, be careful, I'll wait for you - he yelled at the distance as hugged Patrick and got into one of the cars decorated with ribbons, Crissy looked at me and sighed walking beside me towards the back of the parking lot where an old truck was waiting with one of its doors open

-Is he? - we looks at the truck curiously, feeling a little intimidated, it wasn't to judge, but it really seemed like a horror scene where the murderer robs the pretty girl from school -Yes, I think so - she took my hand a little scared as we got a little closer as she knocked one of the windows timidly moving away a little -Cunningham, I thought you weren't coming-Eddie jumped out of his truck, staring at me while he pointed at me curiously -She's my friend, she's.. -I know her..the Carver girl -Blood related unfortunately - I sighed looking at the floor feeling stupid, it was the same silly nickname that everyone in Hawkins knew me by, Jason's shadow

-I know, you seem nice, she knows? - He looked at Crissy curious about the deal they had made and crossed his arms making the leather jacket shine a little with the parking lights -Yes, I told her but she is trustworthy, don't worry -Okay, so…ladies your carriage is ready to go - Eddie made a slight and silly bow making us both laugh as he invited us to get into his truck, Crissy in the front seat and me in the back, anyway I was the witness that it was fulfilled. As I imagined it, his old truck smelled just like Eddie in the mornings, cigarettes and chocolate, there were many wrappers of these in his truck that despite being strange and neglected feels like a safe place, and i could finally hum that Iron Maiden song that was playing on the radio and that i was eavesdropping at night, Crissy noticed and turned around somewhat shyly curious that i knew the lyrics of the song

-Miss Carver, who would think that the music of Iron Maiden could enter those pure ears

-y/n…my name is y/n. -True, my apologies - I must admit that the look he gave me in the mirror and the small smile he let go when he crossed his eyes with mine made me smile and feel something strange inside me, but I had to control my even teenagers hormones, we were here for Crissy not for me, so I dedicated myself to looking out one of the windows while the road that was unknown became a small trailer park -And we arrived - Eddie jumped down and ran to the front door while Crissy and I walked together and laughed as he made that strange bow again for us to go inside his ''castle'', honestly I expected worse, some coffins , sacrificed animals or something of the stupid things that people who used to call Eddie ''satanic'' said, but in reality his home was nice, small, with some food wrappers around the place but cozy, my eyes danced around the place looking at the furniture and the entire collection of caps hanging on the wall while Crissy and Eddie talked about something that would make her relax -I'll be back in a moment, feel comfortable - And I did it, I dropped my tired butt on one of the sofas where there were some old magazines from a few months ago, the same ones that were at home but mom wouldn't let me read it because they might have good coupons, I don't think Eddie needs any coupons so I picked it up and flipped through it while my eyes darted back and forth between the pages and Crissy who swaying nervously and looking out the windows as if someone was watching us from outside.

-Crissy? ...-her body seemed to have frozen, at one point when she stopped moving and her hands relaxed at her sides as if she were in a strange trance -Crissy you okay ? - I insist that she wasn't acting normal, I got up quickly letting the magazine fall from my legs and I approached slowly trying to see her face and that was when I felt that my heart left their place and fell towards my stomach, her eyes were white and the veins they jumped as if they were about to explode - Crissy....Crissy, are you okay? - my hands placed on her shoulders slowly moving her a little but she didn't move a single muscle, her body was rigid as a board and her breathing was barely heard

-I came back, I told them I would find her... what happened?

-I don't know what happened, she doesn't answer... - my hands kept moving her slowly while my eyes looked quickly at Eddie thinking that everything was a dream and maybe he was the same way

-Crissy... wake up - a slight push from Eddie place me to one side while he shook her a little harder and snapped his fingers in front of her face trying to wake her up, then the lights began to blink, everything went dark for a few seconds and quick return... that's when we both noticed that Crissy was no longer with her feet on the ground and it seemed that something was taking her to make her float in the air, we both took a step back, Eddie standing in the middle of the room and I collided with the countertop causing some empty beer cans to fall to the floor, he looked at me and I looked at him, both wondering with eyes if we both saw the same thing, he stretched out his arm and took a step back in front of me as if he knew something bad would happen and yes, it did.

Crissy's body was pulled towards the roof of the trailer making a horrible sound and causing us both to fall as Crissy's body began to bend and her bones break making a loud sound that even the ears hurt, it was impossible for anyone not notice what was happening inside, our screams could have been heard by the whole town, of that I'm sure and maybe it was a stupid move but we both got up quickly from the ground and ran as fast as we could

-Get in, get in fast - Eddie yelled as he started his truck barely waiting for me to go inside to drive as fast as he could, my hands could barely find the seat belt, the radio was playing but I know that the sound of our hearts was listened even louder, we were definitely both traumatized and that make him accelerated more and more while i barely able to take the seat so i don't crash my body through the windshield

-Eddie calm down, stop stepping on the accelerator

-Calm me down? you saw what happened and you want me to calm down

-You're going to kill us, stop please- my hands barely held onto the seat when he braked suddenly and this time we both almost went out through the windshield, his gaze was lost and his hands tightened on the steering wheel while his breathing accelerated

-I must take you home, you must get home or everything will be worse

-No, Eddie no, if someone already went to your trailer and saw what happened they will look for you and if you leave me at home someone will see you and they will arrest you, leave me here, I will go home alone

-Alone? Did you see what happened, what if something is doing this and something happens to you? Damn I'm screwed, everyone will blame me damn it- his hands hit the steering wheel while he cursed and he was right, everyone would blame him

-Hide, go hide, I won't say anything, if I say what happened no one will believe me but I won't blame you either, don't worry, I'll be fine, you need to go - I want to find a way to comfort him, the whole town would go behind him so I put my hand on his arm giving him a little squeeze trying to show my empathy and I smiled a little to try to calm him down even when i feel like i was going crazy inside and I think it worked, he looked at me sighing and smiled slightly as he nodded

-Okay, be careful

-You too - I smiled at him, sighing in the same way, trying to take courage and get out of the car looking to both sides of the road while i adjust my jacket to start my way back home traumatized, scared and in love...that's how the spring of '86 began.

Part 2 💘

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things imagine #netflix

[messinwitheddie]

(Trigger warning: mentions child abuse, drug abuse, homelessness and unemployment.)

Nny "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you say anything?"

Squee "Because why should I have to explain common courtesy to a grown man?!!"

Nny "No, I meant about your dad?"

Squee "You knew how punchy he's been since mo. Oded! You KNEW!!"

Nny "I'll cutt off his hands. Problem solved."

Squee "NO!! If you injure him he'll just be home all the time! I don't want you to hurt him or kill him! He's my dad! As long as I make it seem like I don't exist when he's around he leaves me alone so just STOP screwing that up for me, OK?!!"

Nny "But... Squee, you shouldn't have to--"

Squee "Where do you get the time and energy to do all these horrible things to so many people!?!"

Nny "I-"

Squee "You must sleep great during the day!"

Nny "No... I don't sleep during the day either."

Squee "So you have that much time on your hands! Get a life!! Get a JOB!!"

Nny "I'm sick of you and Pep throwing that in my face! It's NOT that easy! I have NO ID and NO legit work history and NO legally registered address!! Who is going to hire me?!!"

Squee "Okay, that's fair!"

Nny "It's a vicious cycle!"

Squee "Then take a night class or something! I would tell you to adopt a pet or get a girlfriend but you would just-- hurt them! You're NEVER really happy unless you're making someone else suffer! It's pathetic!"

Nny "That's not true."

Squee "YES IT IS!!!"

Nny "Why are you attacking me?"

Squee "BECAUSE I'M FRUSTRATED!!!"

Squee "You like to watch me suffer! Makes sense! Everyone else does!!"

Nny "You're the one person I know I NEVER want to see suffer."

Squee "Did you convert your living room closet into an iron maiden? Is that why the screams are even louder tonight?!"

Nny "Um...yer...no...?"

Squee "There's blood pooling from under the door, Nny!! I can see it!!"

Nny "I was installing a shelf and the project got away from me."

Squee "Just be a man and admit I'm right!"

Nny "Squee, you need to calm down and go back to bed. I can't handle this."

-door slams shut-

Squee -kicking the door- "NICE TALK, MOM!! Get help you sick bastard! Don't just screw with the doctors! WORK ON YOURSELF!!"

*series of thuds*

*incoherent mumbling*

*boots clopping*

Nny "Leave me alone!!"

Squee Leave ME alone!!"

Nny "I wasn't talking to you!!"

Part 2 of Z? Night 7

Thank you if you enjoyed and or reblogged these very self indulgent break room sketches. Hopefully this last bit didn't ruin it for everyone.

#jthm #squee #nny #z?

[roosterbruiser]

I loved the newest installment of Fuck: The Universe so much! All of Jake and Wisty's various kisses made me want to have a Jake and get to kiss a Jake so, so badly. You make me feel very old and very single (and I'm only 27).

Without further ado, here are my favorite parts and some hopefully not too incoherent screaming about why I loved them.

And this is how Jake gets to wake up now: held tightly in your arms with your body molded around his, your lips pressed against his back, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains you insisted he get (and he does admit that it elevates the room), in the bed that you’ve become a frequent fixture in. But when he breaks it down, when he really dissects these mornings here, he would give every other bit of his comfort away--the ceiling fan being on, all the lights being off, the curtains being closed, the nice sheets, the plush mattress, his mandatory three pillows--just to be in your arms. 

AAAAAHHHHH getting to cuddle Jake as the big-spoon in the morning? Kiss his lovely golden shoulders and feel his muscles move under his skin? Honey I want him so bad.

And you don’t even mean to think it, you don’t even mean to let the feeling wash over you, but you suddenly remember your father doing this with your mother. Picking up her hand and inspecting the manicure, telling her how much he likes the new color. Kissing her knuckles. It makes a softness press into the very marrow of your bones. 

I am sobbing! The thought of Ice being so sweet with Wisty's mama! And I just know that the first time Wisty got a mani pedi with that blueberry nail polish Jake loves to hate as a little girl, Ice did the same thing for her as he did for her mama.

It’s been hard for you to let go like this since the official passing of your father. Your mom has been doing remarkably well, never shedding a tear around you at your weekly lunches and still making a frequent church-date out of Jake. It seems like everyone is moving on so normally, pushing forward. And sometimes you feel like you are, too. You’ve moved in with a serious boyfriend, you’re working on base. But then other times, like today, you dream about your father and feel like the floor has fallen out from under you. You hate it that you’re still so angry, hate it that he’s gone. Jake’s already taken care of you--Hell, you and your family--so much in the past few months. You don’t want him to feel burdened by this grief that plagues you. 

Oh, oh oh! This was such a gut punch. Everything for Jake and Wisty somehow comes back to how they found each other huh? In the worst time of Wisty's life. I love that the only conceivable end to the fight is for Jake to hold Wisty as she cries. It would be a complete 180 for Jake to act any other way in this universe. And I swear to God if he had gone dick-Bagman mode I woulda reached through my phone screen and throttled his golden neck myself.

All of this is just to say that every installment of Fuck:The Universe has been better than the last. I cannot wait to see ever minute of the rest of Jake and Wisty's lives now.

P.S. If you find a Jake wandering around in the wild, please do think of me when you're addressing him to go out to his new home! 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

THIS IS LITERALLY THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO FOR A WRITER!!! THIS SERIOUSLY JUST MADE MY ENTIRE NIGHT!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! IT'S SO GOOD TO GET FEEDBACK!!!

I literally adore you and you're such a constant form of support!! it's so special!! 27 is also such a gorgeous age!! it's the age Stevie Nicks was when she wrote Landslide and it's a girl boss age!! remember that!!

literally making MYSELF moan when writing about waking up spooning Jake Marie Seresin!! he's everything to me

yeah all the parallels between Ice and Jake make me feel fucking WEEPY!!!

that last gif made me giggle so much!! listen, in Fuck: The Universe we only allow the softest of Jake Seresin's!! Jake is still making up from his stunts in the very first part and he's gonna KEEP making it up to Wisteria! period!

and once again, thank you so much. it means the world and everything more to me that you let me know what you like!! makes my night!!!

and I will absolutely keep you in mind if I find a feral Jake!!

#m answers #fuck: the universe

[spring-lxcked]

taking a small break to ramble incoherently abt my portrayal of william in what will be a very confusing post lmao

i'm thinking about how my portrayal, which draws inspiration from two specific characters at times, and how i apply that inspiration to william (which started off as the focus of the post before it derailed how did this get so long i'm sorry)

the first is (and i do hate to make this comparison ngl) my portrayal of kok.ichi over on @takinghisbow. i mean, one of the running themes of the blog is the "mask" kok.ichi wears to conceal his true emotions and i've consistently tried to keep myself from falling into that exact turn of phrase on this blog for the most part. these are two characters who do not want you to actually know anything about them and hide everything from intentions to feelings to expressions (yes hello i have realized in the last year that i mask in public thanks for noticing). the obvious differences between these two are motivation (kok.ichi is motivated by trust issues and self-hatred, william is motivated to try to cover up his misdeeds) and method (kok.ichi acts antagonist/annoying to push people away, but william acts falsely kind to draw people in while still keeping them at an arm's length). kok.ichi has questionable morals, but tries to be good where it counts. william is a terrible person and has no intentions of changing that, although he can be kind to those he likes if it isn't "a burden" to him.

the other character (who i also tentatively write) is hann.ibal lec.ter (specifically the NB.C portrayal). and i've said it before, but "you're not a person, you're a monster wearing a person-suit" is william-coded lmao. they're both monsters, and yet capable of caring. they are not incapable of empathy or sympathy, but choose how to wield it. outside of their very horrific hobbies, nobody would ever think they were killers. both are surrounded by death, and yet not suspected because nobody could ever believe they'd do it (until it's too late).

going into making this blog, i was very adamant that i wanted a complex portrayal that didn't fall too far into generic movie serial killer stereotypes. we don't throw around potentially offensive terms like "psychopath" or "sociopath" here. we don't suggest that lack of empathy = bad person here. i also was very, very loathe to do the whole "evil guy looks Totally Evil and is so obviously creepy" because it quite literally made little sense to me. how is this guy killing so many kids and not getting suspected if he screams "Serial Killer" just by looking at him? if he's antagonistic and creepy and clearly threatening? and in that same vein i wanted to avoid "bad person is bad all the time 24/7, never does anything decent ever" because i live for nuance, not the chr.istian fund.amentalist black/white thinking i grew up in. i wanted him to be irredeemably, unmistakably evil without losing the fact that evil people are humans, and humans are capable of great evil if they choose.

i want the moments where he's being decent—a seemingly good friend, father, or romantic partner—to be almost disarming. because, while william is perfectly capable of caring for people, his actions (both in what he does and what he doesn't do) are intentional. always. his sense of humor with his adult friends or romantic partners is half because he genuinely enjoys joking around and half because he wants to be viewed a certain way. funny. normal. just one of your buddies. him doting on his kids is because he loves them, but also because he needs for everyone—both the kids and the community—to be able to say, "What a good father, he would never hurt anyone (and especially not a child)." when he resists showing anger (whether entirely or just the full extent of it) toward someone he's upset with, this is part of the persona. when he pretends to like someone he dislikes, this is part of the persona. when he agrees to something he doesn't want to do, this is part of the persona.

it's part of what makes sprin.gtrap seem so different from william prior to the springlo.ck incident. william is throwing everything behind his persona. he's a calculating man, even when he's genuinely enjoying himself. he can be truly having a nice time with someone, but the thought of how this is benefitting his persona is always in the back of his mind. you're just another character witness to william. after the springlo.ck incident, there's no longer a point. the persona is gone. get ready to meet the real man beneath it.

#—— ✧ ooc » #˖ ✧ headcanon » ( the demon to his demons ) #not to be self-congratulatory but i think i went off with 'you're just another character witness' #me starting this post: just gonna write a little something abt the character inspirations #me partway through: but consider the NUANCE the PERSONA the—

[quodekash]

HELLO I FINALLY HAVE TIME TO WATCH THE FIRST OS2 SIMM EPISODE 

im really hoping they do seanmaitee and not naysean for this, bc otherwise ill probably scream and riot. i love winnysatang with all my being, but their characters in this show shouldn’t be a couple in my opinion (if you ship them i have absolutely no problem with that). from memory (and i binged simm not too long ago so i think my memory is reliable), they’re literally only in the same room together once, and they dont even interact at all. SEANMAITEE, ON THE OTHER HAND, were SO CLEARLY being built towards in the show (the way maithee would hit on so many people, and sean would constantly stop him, but then when sean watched someone else hit on daonuea but didnt stop him, and the way sean always has a protective arm around maithee, and gejrdhfbghr i could talk about them forever honestly), and then the COWARDS freaking DIDNT MAKE THEM OFFICIALLY CANON???? im so salty about this and need confirmation and i will be Angry™️ if they do naysean instead of seanmaitee 

anyway, time for the actual commentary to begin (that was a really long introduction, damn) (future egg here to tell you: it gets worse. the commentary is really long on this one. it’s mostly keysmashes about seanmaithee. good luck.) 

THIS IS PROMISING, VERY VERY PROMISING, PLS P’NEW AND SCREENWRITERS AND GMMTV AND STUFF, DON’T CHICKEN OUT LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME 

im actually stressed out why am i stressed out 

im genuinely scared for what’s gonna happen 

what if they do naysean 

theyd better not do naysean, PLEASE 

grebghreb

(im literally 20 seconds in, why cant i just watch stuff without needing to spam my thoughts) 

THESE FLASHBACKS ARE SO SWEET 

SIMM HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND BC EVERY OTHER SERIES IVE WATCHED SINCE THEN HAS BEEN SO MUCH MORE BRAINROTTY THAN THIS ONE BUT I STILL LOVE THEM 

“i still love daonuea, i love daonuea, and i love daonuea” ITS SO FREAKING SWEET WHAT THE HELL 

this has definitely been said before by like everyone, but something i love about this series in particular is how kluen was terrible at showing his emotions and feelings and inner thoughts, he was this blank slate going around and showing nothing. but then, as the series progresses, he tries harder to show nuea that he likes him. but my boy doesnt have it figured out yet, and there’s communication errors and it seems like he’s pushing himself on nuea and it seems like an unhealthy/toxic relationship, but it’s not, he’s just autistic and doesnt know how to communicate his emotions and he’s trying for the first time and doing it wrong but he’s trying. and then it gets to the last episode (or two? i cant remember) and theyre so happy and fluffy and good vibes and its because he’s finally figured it out, he just has to say ‘i love you i love you i love you’ and even pronounce it to the world ‘I LOVE DAONUEA’ so that everyone knows and so that nuea knows and so that they can both finally understand and be happy and ghrbghrb they make me happy 

that was so incoherent but you probably get the gist of what i mean 

okay im gonna stop ranting now, im still only a minute into the episode lmao 

HELL YES THIS FREAKING INTRO 

MY FREAKING BOYS 

THEYRE COMING BACK NEXT WEEK 

ANJGHBERJDHGBERHJBGEHRAAAAAA 

sorry this post is supposed to be about simm, ill try to keep the eclipse keysmashes to a minimum 

AND PUENTALAY ARE COMING BACKKKK 

im much more excited about puentalay than i was last week since i rewatched vvs a few days ago 

NOOO THE LITTLE HAND KISS- IM GONNA CRY 

TINNGUNNNNN 

sorry i should stop freaking out about the shows that are coming and start freaking out about NUEAKLUEN THEYRE BACK HELLO MY BOYS 

GUY4ERGHKBER SATANG 

HELLO SATANG 

ILY 

ILY A LOT 

AND MAITHEE STANDING NEXT TO SEAN AND STARING DIRECTLY AT HIM LIKE THERES NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD HE SHOULD BE STARING AT?? THIS IS PROMISING 

kluen why are you slightly late 

he’s gonna profess his love for nuea in front of all the freshmen isnt he 

i know he’s gonna do it 

“that’s the hottest senior from the faculty of dentistry” yup. absolutely. he’s gonna profess his love in front of all the freshmen 

if he doesnt profess his love in front of all the freshmen, then im a bar-ba-loot from the lorax 

yUP

im shaking my head in a supposedly disappointed way rn but im actually smiling bc i love him 

he’s so pretty and in love with his pretty boyfriend and their love is pretty 

HIS FREAKING SHIPPER FACE 

SEAN’S KNOWN FOR LONGER THAN ANY OF THEM AND I FREAKING LOVE HIM 

omg he did like a little sway and nudged maithee a little bit with his shoulder ghjerbgdh 

by the way im gonna switch between spelling it maitee and maithee cos idk which one is right so im playing both sides, so you’re just gonna have to deal with that 

(there’s a high likelihood that no one’s noticed the spelling alternations and now that ive pointed it out everyone’s gonna be hyperaware of it, but its fine) 

he knows what he just did 

“i just wanted to make it clear from the start in case some freshmen hit on you” i love him 

also i was about to say that kluen is supposedly the hottest senior, so shouldnt he be more worried about himself getting hit on, but then i remembered that in this universe dao is the sun and everyone else is the solar system revolving around him, so of course the freshmen would try to hit on him lmao 

except for sean. 

sean’s a moon revolving around maitee 

THE HANDS THE FREAKING HANDS LOOK AT THEM HOLDING HANDS 

I KNOW THEYRE DATING AND THEY HAVE BEEN FOR LIKE A YEAR 

BUT I JUST LOVE HOW THEYRE SO OPEN AND FREE AND HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND I LOVE THEM AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND I SWEAR IM OKAY (im not okay) 

“but after meeting you again, i knew i must start loving you. there’s no way i will let go of you again” THIS MAN IS GONNA MAKE ME FREAKING CRY WHAT THE HELL THAT’S SO FREAKING SWEET 

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER 

AND IT’S SO RAW AND PURE AND GHJRBDGHRB 

HIS FREAKING SMILE, HE LOVES HIM SO MUCH 

“you’re shy, so you’re walking away, darling” dARLING-- IM DYING 

fun fact, i was watching vice versa with italian subtitles and at one point one of them called the other ‘darling’, which is ‘tesorino’ in italian, and i knew that the suffix -ino means ‘little’, so i looked up what ‘tesoro’ means and it’s ‘treasure’, whcih means if you’re calling someone darling in italian youre calling them ‘little treasure’ and i just think that’s so sweet 🥺😭

I LITERALLY JUST GASPED 

THEYRE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER 

AND IT’S MAITHEE’S ARM AROUND SEAN INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND???? PLEASE TELL ME THAT MEANS WHAT I HOPE IT MEANS 

HE’S SO FREAKING HAPPY, IT MAKES ME HAPPY 

CONTAGIOUS HAPPINESS 

GRJKGB

ARE WE ABOUT TO GET A FULL FREAKING SCENE WITH THEM??? 

or am i clowning 

i was expecting just crumbs but pLEASE TELL ME THEYRE GIVING US A FULL SCENE 

PERHAPS EVEN TWO SCENES 

honestly just let pawin’s characters be happy and gay 

also i find it funny that the order theyre going in is the first three are all of pawin’s in a row 

(and in all of them he’s gonna get a happy and gay side character plot line??? please????????) 

gosh darnnit nuea is in the scene now 

perhaps there will be something later in the episode? maybe in tonight’s episode?? 

THE SHOULDERS THE ARM AROUND THE SHOULDERS IS PAWIN FINALLY BECOMING MORE PROTECTIVE OF SEAN IS HE FINALLY REALISING HIS FEELINGS FOR SEAN AND/OR FINALLY BECOMING OPEN ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR SEAN PLEASE TELL ME THAT’S WHAT THAT IS 

THE ARM AROUND THE SHOULDERS IS A METAPHOR 

OR SOMETHING 

MAYBE 

let me dream, okay

ya know who else ignores everyone and focuses only on the person he loves intently? sean 

maithee why is your voice so croaky 

is that just pawin putting on a particular voice for the character 

or was pawin sick 

or is maithee sick 

if its one of the last two, i hope he’s okay (be it the character or the actor) 

so... the croaky voice was intentional? 

THE L O O K 

sidenote, satang is so freaking pretty. why. who decided that. 

MAITEE ARE YOU COPYING THEM??? PLEASE TELL ME YOU’RE COPYING THEM 

SEAN WHY DID YOU LEAN AWAY YOUVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM FOR YEARS 

it’s the fate of The Captain 

just ask tiw, he knows how it feels 

or wat, also ask wat 

or aoi and jack 

or- sorry ill stop lmao 

kluen arent you a dentist. why are you sitting at nursing. 

idk how dentist school works 

did he have to go through nursing stuff to get to dentisting? 

im an arts and literature kid, idk what im talking about 

OMG, STRAIGHT PEOPLE?? 

this is a rare phenomenon, folks 

hello straights / straight presenting potential future couple 

omg its literally been nearly an hour since i started watching and im still only 8 minutes into the episode 

OR, PERHAPS, LESBIANS??? 

there could be anything, really 

in my mind, every single character in ever single piece of media is pansexual until proven otherwise 

bro you’re leaning into each other so much, JUST KISS 

also i sense that sean’s about to become the unwilling captain of yet another ship (but he secretly loves it) 

kiss. 

lmao theyre not sponsored by the anime sparkling water, it’s just normal water, the little plebs 

soundwin were sponsored by the anime sparling water 

and then tiwpor were

but soundwin did it first 

soundwin always did it first 

anyway, it’s seanmaithee time not soundwin time 

KISS. (again, the frEAKING ARM OVER THE SHOULDER GHBRHGB) 

there was a slight scene change and i thought that meant that maybe we wouldnt see much of them for a while, but nOPE, THEYRE EVERYWHERE 

i wouldnt be surprised if they were behind me right now 

hello seanmaitee, how are you today 

(i wish) 

lmao they even blurred the water bottles in post just so that everyone knows that THIS ISNT A SPONSOR 

THEY BACK TO THEIR ROOTS, SEAN’S HAND ON MAITEE’S SHOULDER 

BRO YOU’RE ALWAYS SMILING AT HIM IN MOMENTS WHERE IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE IT FITS THE CONTEXT TO BE SMILING AT HIM 

YOURE IN LOVE WITH HIM 

KISS HIM 

“you two see that kluen and i are in love, but let me tell you that-” THAT YOU TWO ARE ALSO IN LOVE???? “we actually love each other much more than what you see” DANG IT I WAS WRONG 

im right tho. seanmaithee are in love. 

HES SO UNNECESSARY AND DRAMATIC, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 

im sorry what the hell does that mean 

omg maybe its because he knows how to make people jealous because he knows that he’s always made sean jealous and he knows that now because theyve already confessed to each other and theyre already dating??????? 

im definitely clowning but shut up i dont care 

whoop, helmet putting on time 

(guess what, soundwin did that first too-) 

i smell a sponsorship in this motorbike thingy 

this makes me so happy 

why does this make me so happy 

he knwos him so well and knows he loves art and stuff 

so he wants to take him to buy watercolour

i love them 

i love them so much 

grhgbtrhbgfr

OH HE EVEN KNEW HE WAS RUNNING OUT OF WATERCOLOUR??? BROOOOOO 

theyre so sweet 

sorry im tryna take the commentary down a notch because this is long enough already lmao 

FINALLY, IM FINISHED 1/4 

THAT TOOK WAY TOO LONG 

IT WAS ONLY LIKE 15 MINUTES LONG AND ITS BEEN OVER AN HOUR SINCE I STARTED 

omg i just remembered i forgot to watch the mv for the ost for this 

i was gonna do it like four times yesterday but i kept getting distracted and forgetting 

dang it 

OMG OISHI SPONSOR 

I FREAKING LOVE OISHI SPONSORSHIP SEGMENTS 

THEYRE MY FAVOURITE SPONSORSHIPS AND I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN WHY 

is it just bc i love ice tea? that could very well be it 

lmao nueakluen stirring things up just to make seanmaitee confused this is so funny 

im loving this storyline 

we’ve barely seen it play out yet but i want typhoon to be happy and this is so nice 

lmao what girls 

seanmaithee are in love with each other, bro 

aweeee little accidental kiss 

FOREHEAD KISS 

“CAN I KISS YOU” 

and he asked in ENGLISH 

its always so offputting whenever they speak english for like one sentence bc im never expecting it 

i love it

but also i hate it 

why are you speaking english 

stop speaking this rubbish language 

it sucks 

a lot 

its the worst language 

keep speaking thai, please 

AWW KISSEEEE 

“of course” STOP IT WITH THE ENGLISH, PLEASE 

AWWWWWEEEEEHBRDHFGBREHJDG KISSSSSS THEY KISS 

HAPPY 

“you only kissed one cheek so i only open one eye” hes so silly (affectionate) i love him 

brEAKFAST IN BED??? 

EGWSVFHGSGV “will you eat breakfast first or eat me first” bro 

THE FAKE DRAMA THEYRE STIRRING UP- THIS IS SO FUNNY WHAT THE HELL 

GEIRHBDGHREDB TYPHOON AND... i forgot her name. the girl. TYPHOON AND THE GIRL THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME 

shes so pretty 

THE FAKE ARGUMENTS 

ITS SO FUNNY 

KLUEN’S GETTING SO INTO IT HIS ANGER LOOKS SO REAL OMG 

mIN, THAT’S HER NAME, MIN 

“if this thing makes them break up, let’s get ordained, shall we?” the way this is worded it sounds like some kind of marriage proposal 

“i told you i already have a date with a girl” NOOOOOOOOO

noooooo, maithee had a date with a girl, and the only other person other than their group that’s going on the trip thing is nay, and theyre definitely gonna do a naysean thing, gosh freaking darnnit 

unless they dont 

unless maitee only had the date so that he could try and get over his feelings for sean bc hes convinced himself sean doesnt reciprocate, but my hopes are not high 

BUILDING A HOUSE TOGETHER???? PLEASEEEEE 

theyre so freaking in love i love them so much 

LITTLE KISSE i love when they little kisse 

damn its over now 

NOOOOO IN THE PREVIEW THERES A SUPER CLEAR NAYSEAN THING 

I LOVE WINNYSATANG A LOT BUT WHY CANT IT BE SEANMAITHEEEEEEEE 

pls i just want pawin’s characters to be happy and gay in every single os2 episode that he’s in 

and because seanmaithee hAVE to be together 

AAAAAA

welp i take too long to watch things and now the next episode comes out in a little under 2 hours, and i started watching this about two hours ago so thats fun 

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #quodekash annoys everyone about star in my mind (im so sorry) #star in my mind #star & sky #khabkluen #daonuea #nueakluen #kluennuea #kluendao #seanmaitee #seanmaithee #joongdunk #joong archen #dunk natachai #typhoonmin #mintyphoon #pepper phanuroj #pawin kulkaranyawich #satang kittiphop

[padfootastic]

I am HERE for talking about the ways that Jegulus and Wolfstar stans regularly diminish J and S’s bond… James would NEVER externally or internally trash S in comparison to R OR scorn S for leaving his family. And I really dislike a common WS trope of Remus being the only one who can “understand” Sirius and be there for him… like if Sirius is gonna show vulnerability to anyone or have anyone fundamentally accept who he is it’s gonna be to James!!!

oh no we’re really kicking all the nests today aren’t we 💀 *war flashbacks to my first month here*

under a cut because, well, slightly incoherent rant alert lol

but i cannot even—like okay, i get it, anyone can write what & how they want, i would never presume to tell them what to do but at the same time, i just wanna scream all day long when i see certain characterisations lol

i firmly believe that james was super emotionally sensitive when it came to sirius—knew right from the beginning how to tread around him and part of that came from him not being afraid of him, not wanting to change him. bc let’s be real, sirius has so many rough edges, he can be cruel and vindictive and uncaring and perhaps only someone as privileged and confident as james can handle that but that’s how it is. james will never withdraw his love from sirius, no matter what happens (and yes i’m looking at some of the prank writers who keep them separated for weeks/months, esp while sirius is visibly suffering) and to make him do that feels like such a disservice to his character. hell, one of his definitive traits is faith in his friends, no man left behind. (i also just wonder, sometimes, the strength with which single, pampered child, james latched on to sirius and shares his home, heart, and family with him—)

i wrote this dark sirius oneshot a while ago, and honestly, the entire thing stemmed from my hardcore belief that james would not judge any part of him (or well, maybe a better way to put it is, wouldn’t suppress any part of him. will accept sirius for who he is) and while everyone else looks at him as sirius Black, part of a super dark, DE sympathetic family—james gives him a clean slate. there’s no baggage with him. and that means so much to sirius who’s always felt the weight of his name pulling him down. (but like also, it’s such a complicated love-hate relationship because he can’t entirely give up on his family either and again, james doesn’t force him to)

as for remus being the only one to understand sirius,,,the dude was unwilling to examine even his own self and motivations, you think he’s got the patience for anyone else? i think a lot of remus stans like to construct this super pitying backstory for him to make his actions look better (and that’s always confused me because i always thought/hc’d he had a fairly decent family life before hogwarts but hey, i don’t have to be correct) and the seemingly natural conclusion of that rough living arc is understanding towards sirius’ souped up trauma too. because remus has been through *so much* shit whereas james is just a privileged little kid, so only he can understand sirius who has his own demons, it’s the shared darkness in them, you see.

which i mean, look, i totally see where that’s coming from. but like u said!!! the undermining of james in this scenario!!! every single account we have of the marauders portrays a very clear dynamic- j&s in the centre, and peter and remus in the somewhat periphery. (now, i don’t believe either of them were pity friends like a lot of people but that’s a topic for another day, but there was definitely some lines drawn). the fact that sirius runs away to james is such a clear show of trust, james making him godfather in the middle of a war?? fuck. these two were so intertwined in each other’s lives.

i actually think remus’ trauma and character would make him more blind to sirius, controversial as that is. the man clearly loves his self pity, is a bit of a coward (self admitted), and has a confrontation-avoidant nature. that’s so far apart from sirius as a person, who prefers initiative, isn’t afraid to introspect, and doesn’t shy away from the ugly parts of life. remus focuses so much on his werewolf identity that it’s entirely likely he’d be ignorant to others. and sirius, who needs steady, stable support, won’t find it there.

but that’s just me.

#sirius black #james potter #i’m so obsessed with these two it’s unhealthy #i think everyone can tell by this point #on a tangential note—i wrote such a sappy fic with these two lol #(well two sappy fics) #it’s ridiculous #i love them sm #pen’s asks

[cockslutpadalecki]

Body Talk

Summary: The moment renowned life coach and author Ari Levinson steps foot into your studio to record an audio version of his new book, you’re instantly attracted to him but is adamant to maintain professional. Ari, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about mixing business with pleasure.

Characters: Life Coach!Ari Levinson x Producer!F!Reader.

Words: 2.3K.

Warnings: Ari being a charming motherfucker, explicit sexual content, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, 18+.

A/N: Thank you so much to my pre-reader @sweeterthanthis​ for your support and incoherent screaming. Beta: @whisperlullaby​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

“It sounds fantastic,” you say with a smile as Ari pulls off his headphones and hangs them up over the microphone. 

“You think?” He doesn’t look convinced, giving his beard a little scratch.

“Definitely.”

“Sure you’re not just saying that because you worked on it?” he counters, flashing you a playful smirk.

“Hm, it’s a definite possibility,” you return his smile coyly as you both struggle to tear your gazes away from each other.

The sexual chemistry has been palpable since the day renowned self-help guru and author Ari Levinson set foot in your studio. At first you brushed aside the butterflies in your stomach and dampness in your panties, putting them down to a simple crush. Ari has that effect on everyone he comes across, managing to charm them with just a glint of cerulean and a flash of pearly white teeth.  

You started noticing the looks he gave you and the way the corners of his lips would twitch with a smile when you’d stumble over your words, every moment you spent together just seemed to exacerbate the velocity of your feelings. A mutual understanding of not mixing business with pleasure has kept you from telling him how you feel, but the accidental caresses of skin and longing looks find a way to verbalise it without your lips even moving.

Ari knows exactly the effect he’s having on you and he loves it. 

He moves away from the glass that separates you, towards the back of the room where he left his water bottle before recording the section he’s now unhappy with. And this particular part of the chapter titled ‘Sex and A Healthy Mind’ happens to be the one he’s insistent on repeating. There’s only so many times you can hear him talk about the importance of regular orgasms to help de-stress, and why seeking out the kind of partner who can make your toes curl just by the way they look at you is paramount to great sex.

You can’t count how many times your own toes have scrunched inside the tips of your heels whenever Ari catches your eye over the microphone.

He keeps itching to go over the final quote, the closing sentence to the chapter and by the twelfth take, you’re squirming in your seat as his dulcet tones start to resonate somewhere a little lower than your ears.

“Bad sex does nothing to help the psyche. It just leaves you unsatisfied and in turn, causes you to constantly seek out better in places you shouldn’t.”

He often likes to stay behind to master the dialogue despite the fact that he’s just talking into a microphone, adamant that the tone of his voice has to come across in a specific way. He cares more about the book than most people give him credit for, however you sometimes wonder— hope—  whether your presence has anything to do with his dedication.  

Ari’s lips purse around the top of the bottle before gulping down the liquid hurriedly. You struggle to avert your eyes, his ability to make even the most mundane action unbelievably sexy is provoking. The prominent vein that resides in his neck is pleading to be caressed with your tongue, but your head rules your heart, deciding that this session should end soon before you say or do something that could put your job in jeopardy. 

You set about turning off the electrical equipment aside from the speaker that makes your voice resonate into the recording booth. “I think we’re about done.”

“I’m not too fond of that last section,” he admits. 

Not again.

You sigh internally before trying to sound as disenchanted as you can. “We can fix it tomorrow, my bed needs me.” 

“Okay,” comes his acquiesce reply. “I’m sure your boyfriend is eager to have you home after all these nights spent with me.”

You stop what you’re doing and turn back to face him, surprise clearly resonating across your face as the corner of his lips curl into a feeble yet noticeable smirk. “Husband?” he adds, curious. “Girlfriend?”

“And I’m sure my relationship status is none of your business,” you tease a little.

He discards the water bottle and slowly perches on the stool that sits in the middle of the small room and loosely crosses his arms. “It’s not, but I’ve spent every evening in this room with you for three weeks straight, and I don’t know anything about you.”

“You know my name,” you reply, “and my job.” 

“Now you’re just being pedantic,” Ari tuts but it’s not meant in frustration. 

You smirk at him, a little smug. “I’m sure you know just as little about Michelle.” 

Michelle. Your assistant. The beautiful twenty-something with a body you wish you still had. You try your hardest to mirror Ari’s laid back approach, but something in the air changes within this exchange of words. 

He’s testing you.

“True, but I have no interest in taking Michelle over that couch.” Your head lolls around to the tattered old three-seater behind you. You’re not sure whether it’s the image that you paint so vividly inside your head or the way Ari goads you, but your insides tighten promptly at his words. 

You attempt to busy yourself packing away your belongings but Ari’s voice cuts through the silence. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You stall, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. “No, just me.”

“So you’re free to do what you want.” It’s not a question. 

“Not exactly what I want, no,” you respond and he motions with his hand for you to elaborate. “I’d get fired.” 

“Fired for having a little fun?”

He moves his hand down to the front of his slacks and starts to palm softly at his swelling bulge. You can’t stop yourself from ogling him. 

“Fired for fooling around with a client,” you clarify, finally airing your desires. He smirks at that, amused by your candor. All is quiet for a moment before his voice cuts through the silence.

“I have an idea,” he doesn’t wait for you to ask what it is, “I watch you while you watch me.”

He stands quickly, dragging the stool closer to the glass partition and settles on it again. His recent book tour around Europe has tanned his skin further, contrasting perfectly with the crystalline hue of his eyes. His hair is longer than when you first met him two months ago to go over the details of the sessions, and his beard seems fuller. You ache to feel it scratching across your skin.

All softness has left his expression, instead a possessive glance lingers that suggests danger which only fuels your need for him. 

“Strip,” he orders deeply. Your mouth drops open a little at his brash command. “Look, if you’re worried about getting fired, don’t be. If anyone finds out then, well… I can be very persuasive,” he laughs lightly, almost amused with himself about how much power he holds over people. “Now, strip.”

The way he snaps makes you quick to oblige, freeing your aching body from the material that has begun to feel too hot against your tingling skin. 

“Slow down, it’s not a race.”

He sounds like he’s narrating his book. You swallow a flower of apprehension that blossoms in your throat as you discard your blouse before playing with the hem of your skirt. You can feel the burn of his eyes on your flesh, the way he watches you with such intrigue and desire causes a wave of yearning to wash through you. After discarding your clothes— minus the silk hold ups that he specifically asks for you to leave on— you sit and recline in your producer's chair, as ordered.

“Open your legs as far as you can for me.” 

It’s clear that Ari likes the ritual of unveiling from the way he devours you with his stare. And after spending three weeks together, listening to him talk about extremely intimate subjects, you know that for Ari, being in control is absolutely vital. 

You spread your thighs a little, suddenly hesitant. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?

“C’mon princess, don’t go all shy on me now,” he tsks. “Wanna see that pretty pussy.”

You part your legs obscenely wide, showing yourself to him slowly before revealing where you long for him to be. This feels substantially more personal than fucking, his eyes fixing on your most intimate parts makes you visibly shudder. 

Your breath halts as he palms the front of his strained trousers, grasping at his hard cock for some sort of relief. His teeth lower against his bottom lip, unable to divert his eyes from your dripping centre. You feel completely vulnerable, being open to him like this but the pent up sexual frustration unleashes a side of you that you haven’t even realised exists. 

“You have no idea how much I wanna walk through that door and fuck you over that desk,” Ari grits out deeply.

“You have no idea how much I want you to,” you whisper before sweeping your hand across your stomach, awaiting your next instruction. 

You draw in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of your arousal laying potent in the air and you wish that somehow Ari could smell your need for him. You notice his cock swelling more beneath his slacks, and you pray that he’ll soon free himself so you finally see if he’s as big as you imagine when you masturbate with him in mind. 

Ari watches with impressive restraint, his hand still merely grazing over his aching cock.

“Show me how you please yourself,” he orders.

You place your right hand on your chest and run it between the slight valley that separates your breasts. Your left soon replaces your right and then you begin teasing your lips with the tip of your index finger, tracing their shape with the aid of your moisture. 

“Have you ever thought about me when touching yourself?” 

All the time. 

It’s ridiculous to be embarrassed as you’re laid bare in front of him, pleasing yourself as he instructs but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. You shut your eyes, letting your lids flicker closed and instead nod slightly. 

“Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“I…”

“C’mon, I’m waiting.”

“IthinkaboutyouwhenIfuckmyself,” you cry out too quickly. You think that’s all you’re going to say but the next words out of your mouth are slipping across your lips before you can stop yourself. “I li-listen to your recordings sometimes.” 

“Taking your work home now are we? Naughty girl,” he pauses. “What do you think about when you do?”

“I imagine you’re telling me what you’re gonna do to me, that you’re whispering in my ear while I come.”

“What am I saying?”

Just concentrating on his voice makes you desperate to close your legs, cunt clenching around nothing. “What a good girl I am for you, how well I take your cock…”

“Hm, good girl,” he patronises and you can detect the hint of a smile in his tone. “Now circle your clit.”

Opening your eyes, you brave a look at Ari as you move your fingers to your throbbing clit. He’s freed himself from the confines of his slacks, his hard flushed cock laying heavy in his palm, pre-cum dampening the tip. A guttural sound of pleasure passes your lips as you take in the sight of him, he’s just as thick and long as you had imagined and you can’t shake away the notion that you’ve turned him on like this. The sound acts like a trigger, his thumb instantaneously rubbing the pre-cum down the length of his shaft before enclosing his hand around the girth and pumping himself furiously. 

“Put two fingers inside your cunt, but don’t stop circling your clit,” he moans, his hips rocking along with the motion of his hands. 

He stands hastily, making his descent over to the glass that separates you and up close you notice the veins that course up and down the length of him, longing to feel him heavy on your tongue, to suck him hard and taste his hot, sticky release.

Keeping your index finger against your clit, you rub in clockwise circles that makes your body start to shake. With your free hand, you draw two fingers upwards moving over your damp lips before easing them inside your pussy causing a warmth to suffuse in your lower belly. You’re not going to last long.

Your breathing grows unsteady as you move your fingers in and out, never once breaking eye contact with Ari. With his forehead pressed against the glass, his heavy breathing causes condensation to fog up the translucent barrier between you. All coherency is now fleeting and you’re soon moaning something that’s entirely unintelligible and laced with your desperation to come.

“Wish I was deep inside that cunt, bet you’d be so tight around my cock,” Ari mutters, placing his spare hand against the glass and fucks himself harder into his palm. 

You continue your pace and eventually your legs start to feel heavy, their shaking unremitting. 

“Want to see you come.” 

You whimper with delight when you do, euphoria ripping through you so forcefully that your legs close as the cold air of the room is suddenly too sensitive against your centre. The buck of your hips is embarrassingly involuntary.

Ari’s eyes close as he leans further into the glass, chasing his own end as quickly as he can, his chest heaving as it tries to forcibly inhale some much needed air into his lungs. 

He grunts, his entire body spasming and you watch exhausted and mesmerised at the man standing before you unravel so exquisitely. Even in the midst of an orgasm, he’s still marvellous to look at, perhaps even more so in this temporary, vulnerable state. 

A lazy smirk expands over Ari’s face as he breathes heavily against the glass, trying to regain some composure. 

“Hm, maybe I should’ve included that in my book,” he laughs softly.

You can only return his smile while he straightens up and tucks himself away, zipping up his slacks before asking: “So, same time tomorrow?”

***

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#ari levinson #ari levinson x you #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanficiton #chris evans fanfiction

[etheriaaly]

Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned. 

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[cinnamonest]

//extra toxic fuckboy behaviors especially at the end, impreg, slutshaming, blackmail, mildly sexist But anyway instead of Childe drugging post have Childe drunk sex post Childe with a cute fem subordinate darling. The thing is, he doesn't actually drug you, per se. It's a little more deceptive than that -- you're certainly under the influence, though. Like Kaeya, he's only doing this if he's reached a point where he's desperate. You've turned him down over and over, he's tried everything he can to get you to fuck him and you won't. He's frustrated and blueballed and that's a very unfortunate combination for poor darling, because he's considerably less nice when he's frustrated. But that's what you deserve. If you were good and just let him fuck you all those times he tried before -- and believe him, he tried a LOT -- then this wouldn't have to happen. He tried so many times, and he tried everything he knows! All the lines he rehearsed in his head didn't work, and he came on pretty heavy, leaving him just feeling sad and bitter. Obviously you want him, how could you not, so he’s just doing something wrong. He's your superior, he could just, dunno, demand it? But that would feel kinda emasculating, to be honest, at least, more so than the plan he does settle on. And that's why you won't be knocked out, not all the way. He's very particular about it. He doesn't have anything against this morally, no, it's normalized to him, and it's not like he'd get in trouble. Granted, he has plenty of drugs available. It's pretty well known that the Fatui guys do this kind of thing pretty frequently, the men go in groups to taverns in Mondstadt and pick through girls and even some young guys to find the most naive and gullible to spike and lure away when they start swaying. Luckily for those, at least, it's a one time ordeal they can forget and move on from, but you aren't going to be so lucky. Nor does he need to drug you to get what he wants. He thinks you're a little stupid, really. You accept his invitation so quickly. Camped out in the wilderness with nothing but liquor and your own two selves. For a moment, it occurs to him he doesn't even need to put you under the influence, he could just force you right here and you couldn't do a thing. Still, he did have to pay a bit to get this nice stuff, so he might as well, and he can't afford you screaming and drawing attention from a potential passerby. So he watches you take the cup designated as yours, and before you can even take a moment to question or doubt, he challenges you. You can't outdrink him, he says. Bet you're a lightweight. You'd probably get sick a few shots in. Where he's from, people actually know how to hold their alcohol, unlike you weak-livered people. And of course, you scoff, you fold your arms, you insist he's wrong, just as he knew you would, just as he hoped you would. And he just smiles at you. Ok, prove it then. You glare back and say you're on. You don't question that he's pouring out of two separate flasks. You can't see the color difference between the liquids in the darkness of the night sky, nor the grimace on his face as he drinks -- maybe he should have brought water from the town rather than filling his flask out of the river, yuck. Your determined face is so cute. Your eyelids start to get heavy. You scrunch your face as your blink and try to stay alert. You drop one of your shots on the ground and he smiles and says maybe you should just accept defeat. You shake your head and keep going. Admittedly, he's actually a bit impressed, you got more than he thought you would by the time you finally drop the glass for good and slump on the ground. Whew. About time, he was starting to get sick of drinking so much water. And you do twitch a bit, open your eyes and stumble around and mutter something about not accepting defeat, you'll prove him wrong, but he just laughs and picks you up and drags you into the tent with ease. He likes it when you're not blacked out all the way. That's why drugging you would have been no fun. This way, your eyes open just a bit, heavily lidded and blinking, you mumble out incoherent words. You protest just a bit when you feel your clothes slide off -- what are you... but you don't finish the question. He's a good guy, really, he cares about you, which is why he does a quick check and feels your skin to make sure you're not actually under any alcohol poisoning or something, but your skin is warm and dry, not clammy. Good, now you can get to the good part. He thinks about how grateful you should be. His friends and subordinates even have teased him for the longest time because he won't just go out with them to try to get lucky somewhere or participate in their drugging of randoms, no, he's whipped, they snicker, obsessed with this one little bitch that just won't put out. He can't say they're wrong, and that irritates him even more that you humiliated him like that. Which is why this isn't just a one time thing, no, this is part of the plan. He talks to you while he fucks you, maybe you'll remember some of it, maybe not. Actually, hopefully not everything, since he more or less admits how desperate he is in his lust-hazed rambling, how much it's irritated him that you wouldn't just be his and let him fuck you. Why can't you just admit you like him? Why do you have to play hard to get? He rambles about how soft your body is. How good pussy really does feel, holy shit, those guys were right, it's so warm and grips his dick so nicely. Not that he'd limit himself to that, while he's got you like this he might as well put his dick in your limp mouth, but admittedly he imagines that would feel a lot better if you were awake and actually sucking on it. Your mouth moves just a bit, and in your nearly-blacked-out state your tongue runs over the intrusion and you let out the softest confused little sound, but that's all you do. But he makes sure to breed you, cumming several times, all deep deep deep inside of your tight cunt. Again, part of the plan. Just not the most important part of the plan. The most important part is the kamera. It captures moment after moment. The first round he just leaves it aside, takes time to really just live in this sweet, precious moment... and then he breaks the kamera out. Gets all the nice shots with his dick in your holes. Gets a few full body ones, makes sure it's unmistakable as you. Captures your cute drunk face, with your eyes open just a bit, it looks like you're just awake but eyes lidded from arousal. You look awake. Willing. And so, when he finally goes to sleep, he does so very very happily and confident. And when you wake up, he was so rough that there's absolutely no doubt as to what transpired. Your throat and pussy are sore as hell, you're both naked in bed and his cum is still leaking out of you. The regret and shame comes crashing down, holy shit, you slept with your boss that's been trying to fuck you for ages now and your life is over. You'll have to transfer or something. But then... you know you drank on your own choice, but something feels... wrong. He's heavily snoring away, so in morning light you spot the flasks from last night. Your head is pounding, but you make your way over to the first one, and take a swig and spit it back out, yeah, that's the stuff you had... and then take a swig from the other... and when you taste water it all clicks. Bastard. You shake him awake in fury and immediately start telling him off, cursing and snarling. He was half expecting that, to be honest. Sure, obviously you want him, but he gets that you'd be a little mad over the way you got what you wanted, and you’re just embarrassed because you were so dumb, you're just hysterical like that. And you’re just naturally ashamed after fucking, like most girls apparently are, he gets that. But he just smiles and laughs in your face. It cuts deep, it's like a knife in your stomach, because you know why. He's untouchable, even if people believed you, nothing will happen to him, and he knows that. He has nothing to fear. You grit your teeth and your eyes tear up and your lip quivers and you finally drop your head and sniffle, asking him to just take me back. You'll quit, transfer to another department, and then, you tell him bitterly, I'll never have to see you again, at least. And that's what makes his smile drop. You're not gonna do that, he says. Your eyes widen with some new horror when you see the pictures. He talks to you like a child, in that dumb oversimplified way of speech, it's degrading and dehumanizing. Explains that this is how it's gonna go. You're gonna keep being his little subordinate. You're gonna be his girlfriend, publicly. And you're gonna fuck him whenever he wants. If you decide you don't like that, the entire branch, hell, the entire organization sees these photos. You have a very easy, simple choice. It's up to you to decide what happens. Oh, and you're probably pregnant, by the way, he timed this whole thing based on that calendar you keep that he snuck a look at. Would hate for you to have to deal with that on your own, right? People do envy you, down the line. How easy your job must be, since you're nothing more than an assistant now. Everyone knows you're just fucking the boss, that's probably how you got that position in the first place, right? And it's not like he doesn't make it obvious. Whenever he gets with the group of guys at his own level, when they all start saying horrendous things about the women they work with and sharing over-embellished tales as men do, he has plenty of very detailed stories to brag about the cute girlfriend he has. How she drops to her knees at any given moment, and how good and tight she is, and how eager she is, how much she loves fucking him, worships him, he's not like the pathetic bastards that have to go drug some poor unsuspecting thing once a month or so, no, he can get all the sweet, devoted pussy he wants at any time. He has the pictures to prove it! They roll their eyes because they've seen the pictures a hundred times now, everyone has, he shows every guy he works with, and they all know not to tell her that they've seen them. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter, she'd be dumb to leave him this late into pregnancy anyway.

#yan.txt #.ch #this fuckboy i s2g

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU

OK THIS IS THE LAST BUZZFEED UNSOLVED RELATED HEADCANON SET I PROMISE 

[edit: check out the link at the bottom of the post for more buzzfeed unsolved au content :)]

hinata and kageyama:

90% of the show is them yelling and nobody watches it with earphones on

both of them believe in ghosts but that doesn't mean they want to see one

hinata will literally go to the bathroom five times before going to the spooky house and kageyama gets mad at him for it but there is Fear in his eyes

producer: 'were you scared?'

kageyama: 'pfft, no'

cameraman: *points camera down to show that kageyama's legs are shaking*

they also bring a shit ton of food with them when they stay the night at a place and they'll deadass be eating while talking about the history of the place

‘this house *crunch crunch* was built in *crunch crunch* 1972'

the producers tell them to stop bringing snacks but fans of the show love it

sometimes they'll shoot a mini mukbang video

SPICY, BARBECUE POTATO FRIES | Mukbang at the Waverly Hills Asylum'

hinata: *looking up how to do a seance on wikihow* it says we gotta offer some food for the spirit

kageyama: *spills the doritos he was eating on the table

*after 20 minutes*

kageyama: fuck this

hinata: *starts eating the doritos*

producer: ...

the ghosts: ..................the, audacity

tsukishima and yamaguchi

pretty much a ryan and shane duo right here

yamaguchi: we'll be visiting this place as part of our ongoing investigation on the question, are ghosts real?

tsukishima: *shakes head*

yamaguchi just wants to see the look of fear in tsukishima’s eyes at least once

yamaguchi: *hears a random thump sound* fUCk tSuKkI a gHoSt!!!

tsukishima: *sees a chair being tossed across the room* huh, the wind is pretty strong today

he likes to stick his head into attics to scare yamaguchi

yamaguchi always carries a water gun full of holy water

yamaguchi: i have holy water with me and i'm not afraid to use it! but i'm also sorry you had to die such a horrible death i hope you find peace soon

tsukishima: *walks into a basement that is supposedly a portal to hell* fuckin’ take me already

so many 'yamaguchi being an angel and tsukishima being a demon for 10 mins' video compilations 

daichi and sugawara

a very chaotic buzzfeed unsolved duo

suga, who is satan’s child himself, and daichi, who needs a raise

daichi: hello everyone! this is daichi,

sugawara: and suga

daichi: and you’re watching...

sugawara: jackass!!

daichi:...buzz...buzzfeed unsolved??

daichi started out being afraid of almost every place he had to walk into but after having to deal with the chaotic mess that is suga for an entire season, he no longer Feels Fear

this is because suga will deadass film a tiktok dance video no matter where he is

daichi: suga, someone was literally axe-murdered there

suga: *dancing along to ‘I’m a Savage’ or whatever that tiktok song is called*

daichi: *at cameraman* do you see what i have to deal with every day?’

suga is only genuinely scared by ghosts when his followers point out that a ghost was caught on camera in one of his tiktok videos

suga: *watching the video*

that was the end of suga’s tiktok career

tanaka and nishinoya:

another bunch of loud bois but they are much louder than kageyama and hinata

they’re very much into proving the existence of cryptids and are most known for that episode they spent hunting bigfoot by dressing up to look like bigfoot

tanaka: ‘you know that thing they do in cartoons where they stack on top of each other under a coat so they look like just one big guy?’

nishinoya: ‘ryuu i love you so fucking much’

other guy there who is also trying to catch bigfoot: oMg ItS bIgFooT *takes picture with the blurriest camera he could find*

both of them are very committed in their investigation of the supernatural and they’re very unconventional approaches

nishinoya: *lying on the ground in a creepy basement* EAT MY HEART DEMONS! WE’LL PUT THE VIDEO ON YOUTUBE!

tanaka: *takes out a spirit board* *spells out O-M-A-E  W-A  M-O  S-H-I-N-D-E-I-R-U*

ghost: *spells out N-A-N-I*

tanaka and nishinoya: *screaming*

kuroo and kenma: 

kuroo deadass flirts with any ghost or demon they encounter and kenma would sleep over in a haunted asylum for ten bucks

kuroo: *sidles up to the infamous annabelle doll* hey there little lady, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a locked, glass case with a ‘don’t touch’ sign like this?

kenma: kuroo, there’s a demon inside her

kuroo: well, i’m a bit of a demon myself

kenma: she attempted to choke a guy in his sleep

kuroo: oooh, choking. i can get behind that...

kenma: *looks at camera*

the demon in annabelle: d-daddy??

“kuroo flirting with demons and kenma looking at the camera for 5 minutes”

kuroo’s actually a huge fucking scaredy cat and kenma secretly tries to push him over the edge

kenma: *plays computer-generated screams of the damned on his phone*

kuroo: WHAT WAS THAT?

kenma: ...I didn’t hear anything *looks at the camera as if he was on the office and plays the sound again*

kuroo: i was too scared to close my eyes last night

kenma: i was actually able to catch a bunch of pokemon last night. who knew the winchester mansion is such a hotspot

producer: did you catch any evidence of ghosts?

kenma: ...i caught a gastly

bokuto and akaashi:

bokuto is a die-hard mothman fan and akaashi is emotionally involved in proving that ghosts exist he will stop at nothing

akaashi: all of the evidence on the shadow figures and orbs spotted in this place can only suggest one thing...

bokuto: mothman did it

akaashi: no

bokuto: yes

akaashi: mothman is literally five states away

bokuto: he has wings

during their individual investigations, akaashi has already foreseen how bokuto is going to react

producer: it’s been quiet for a while. do you think bokuto’s no longer scared?

akaashi: oh no. he should be screaming right about now...

bokuto, inside the haunted house: *screams and waves his flashlight around*

akaashi:  and then he’s gonna call for help

bokuto: AKAAAAAASHIIIIIIIIII

*few hours later*

bokuto: i saw my life flash before my eyes in there

akaashi: *muttering incoherently near his ‘evidence wall’ full of blurry pictures and red string*

bokuto: i must’ve stared into the abyss at one point

akaashi: this place is fucking haunted. can i go back? it’s for sale right?

ushijima and tendou:

ushijima’s knowledge of ghosts is based on hollywood movies and tendou has exorcised places just by vibing

ushijima: *brings out a pottery wheel* if there are any ghosts in here, you know what to do

he’s actually never watched Ghost he just knows That One Scene

tendou: *naruto-running through the goatman bridge with a go-pro strapped to his head* IT’S MY BRIDGE GOATMAN, IT’S MY BRIDGE!!!

the Goatman Himself: i’ve never felt so fucking scared in my entire fucking life

ushijima believes that chanting in latin will Summon the Ghosts and tendou takes full advantage of that

tendou: *handing ushijima a slip of paper* here, apparently this will summon a full-bodied apparition

ushijima: thanks *begins chanting*

producer, interviewing tendou to the side: okay, what did you make him read this time?

tendou: i typed out ‘let me eat your ass’ in latin on google translate and went from there

cameraman: *zooms in on ushijima chanting*

the ghost haunting the castle: *is confused in French*

in the end neither of them get evidence on ghosts

ushijima: well, we'll have better luck next time

tendou: maybe even revisit this place ?

the ghosts: i know i'm dead but this is the first time i've been scared for my life

[EDIT: for more buzzfeed unsolved au content written by me, check out The Search for the Mysterious Mothman, a headcanon set feat. bokuaka]

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! buzzfeed unsolved AU #kagehina #tsukkiyama #daisuga #tananoya #kuroken #bokuaka #ushitendou #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya imagine #bokuto kotaro #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #ushijima wak #tendo satori