#which sounds like an Overthinking thing but it was like... a plot point in our relationship 😂

[alexa-fika]

Little Gardener's Pirate Odyssey Chapter 3

A/n: Chapter three, here we go! It is at this point that now I am overthinking and overanalyzing every single sentence cause I'm scared it will ruin the flow of the characters and the overall plot but we cooking homies

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @sweetxmelody

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

“I do,” Sanji nods,

“I’m guessing she’s had a rough life so far?” He watches as Viridi caresses Alexandra, a soft expression appearing on Sanji’s face as he watches the interaction.

“She has,” Viridi sighs.

“I will answer all the questions you may have, as long as you respect our decision to skip questions if we feel they are too personal or if it may put her in danger.”

Sanji nods his head understandingly, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Sounds fair enough,” he says, glancing at the fairy as he slowly exhaled the smoke in a thin wisp.

“Are you two okay with me asking questions now?”

“Make it quick,” Rogue grumbles.

“Don’t mind him; he just wants what’s best for Alexandra, though he goes about it the wrong way,”

“Okay,” Sanji says with a slight chuckle.

“So, where did you guys come from? North Blue? She mentioned she got those powers when she was young. Did she eat a devil fruit?”

“We are not from a round here, nor are we familiar with names or geography of the place, so I’m not sure what is ‘North Blue’, but we came from really far, im also not sure what a ‘devil fruit’ is but no, she did not get powers from eating something”

“That’s a really long story, and it gets quite grim. Are you ready for that?” she adds.

“I’m ready.” He sighs, realizing the story he’s about to hear probably isn’t a pleasant one, but he nods his head anyway

“We are not from around here; all three of us are from a different world, you remember how Alexandra got scared once we got here?”

“Yeah, you said people were fighting near her, and she got scared and ran and ended up hiding in the cabinet.”

“Well, when we ‘jump’ from world to world, we really don’t have any control as to where we end up; we just kind of follow along wherever it takes us. Alexandra loves adventures, so we just go along with it; she just didn’t expect the first thing to see to be fighting and roughhousing.”

“Huh, I see; so you can jump to different worlds at will?”

“Yes, Rogue and I have been given that power by Alexandra’s big sister.”

“Older sister?” He glances up at Viridi, raising an eyebrow.

“Where is this older sister now? Why wasn’t she with you guys?”

“Well, she is a sworn sister just like the rest of her siblings, but to go into that, we should start by the beginning, from where Alexandra was born.”

“Okay,” he says, putting the cigarette in his mouth and inhaling deeply.

“All three of us came from a world named Kénbori; it was a world filled with magic. Alexandra was from a village in it called Tihayo; Alexandra’s parents and the rest of the Tihayo village served as guardians to Kénbori, always aiding those who called for them with their powers as the villagewas the home of a unique race, even amongst all the magical creatures that filled Kenbori, shapeshifters were seen as powerful guardians deities guided by Village heads who not only possessed the ability to transform their bodies into animals but also had the affinity to a specific element, which would change from head to head.”

Sanji’s hums, brow furrowing at the new information,

“And Alexandra was a shapeshifter?”

He receives a nod from the fairy at his inquiry.

“At the time of the tragedy, the village heads at the time were Alexandra’s parents. Esther, an owl hybrid with an affinity to poison, and Vanny, a wolf hybrid with an affinity to sound. As was tradition, Alexandra was expected to be the next village head. Still, there was one problem, despite Alexandra inheriting her father’s hybrid features and what seemed like an incredible sense of hearing, no special affinity had seemed to develop. To make matters worse, she also seemed unable to shift.”

Sanji frowns, having a bad feeling about where their story is headed.

“This didn’t sit well with some of Kénborians, especially ones in a higher power such as Kings and Religious heads.”

“They couldn’t accept a girl who didn’t have immense powers to protect their sorry asses, even though the Henkan Clan had protected their pathetic life and the life of their ancestors for thousands of years,” Rogue snarls.

“Shapeshifters are also known for their immense, almost immortal-like lifespans, so Esther and Vinny had indeed protected those people for thousands of years,” Viridi adds to Rogue’s statement.

“Huh,” Sanji’s frown deepens.

“What did they do?”

“A shapeshifter’s powers develop as soon as they are born, so it was immediately evident that Alexandra was different. The higher powers didn’t take kindly to this; we didn’t know it then, but those in power had come together in secret meetings for years to try to summon something more dangerous and powerful to protect them instead of Alexandra….and they succeeded” she says, a bitter undertone in her voice.

“I still remember that day; the stars looked as if they were falling from the sky, and from one of them came what the higher powers had been trying to summon, a dark entity, one who relished in devastation and pain. They had hoped that the entity would be indebted to them for freeing him from his Starry prison,” Viridi said, glancing at Sanji.

“They were wrong;Jaime had no intentions of ever being under anyone’s rule, regardless if all their rituals were the ones who freed him; he obliterated them,” Rogue states.

Sanji’s head snaps up in surprise as he looks at Rogue,

“He killed them?”

Viridi nods

“I heard it from neighboring kingdoms; Jaime easily took over Kénbori slowly. He was able to bring immense pain with a single glance, and he did so with glee, happily torturing any poor soul that stood in his way. Even though the higher Kénborians were the ones who brought this upon Kénbori, Vanny, and Esther couldn’t turn a blind eye to the innocent Kénborians who didn’t ask for this, nor could they watch as the world was consumed with death. But they also knew it was a losing battle; to Ensure Alexandra’s survival, they used an otherwordly power to open a portal to a different world away from Jaime and sent us with her.”

“We were residents of Tihayo, and we were looked down upon because of our races, but Alexandra stumbled upon us; despite her being a toddler, she still had that innate want to help, and she introduced us to her parents, who immediately took us in and treated us with nothing but kindness So we agreed to protect Alexandra and help her escape, but Jaime was quick. We weren’t able to escape completely unscathed. “

Viridi flutters next to Alexandra’s knee and gently moves her skirt to reveal a big scar just below her knee; it seemed as if something had cut her open previously.

“He managed to injure her, but her parents stopped him from killing her and held him back; the only thing we could do was to run through the portal with little Alexandra and watch as the portal closed behind us with the Henkans fighting Jaime to protect her daughter, we had to watch as Jaime killed them, laughing in glee while doing it.

Sanji looks down at the scar as Viridi talks, looking at it with a sense of horror, and then he glances up at Viridi, a bit shaken by the new information. He looks back at Alexandra in his lap, still peaceful and quiet.

“We raised little Alexandra for over 50 years alone, until we stumbled upon Miyu, a moon goddess. Fate works in weird ways because we found out that her magic was the ‘otherworldly’ power that had saved us and allowed us to escape through that portal in the first place. Alexandra has an innate power to connect to people, so it wasn’t before long before they had become sworn sisters. Years after the Faens family grew and with Miyu’s power, they created a whole new dimension, a home where they could be safe.”

“The brat loves exploring, so she asked Miyu to bless us with the power to create portals to different worlds. She agreed, but seeing as it is only a fraction of her power, we don’t have much control over it, so we just let us take it wherever we end up. Thus how we are able to go from world to world ourselves and how we are here. Miyu and the other Faens siblings trust the brat to us to keep her safe, as they should, knowing no amount of convincing will keep her still,” Rogue finishes.

Sanji looks up at Rogue and Viridi with a sad look still clear on his face. But deep down, he was glad that despite everything, it seemed that Alexandra’s parents had gone through so much pain and trouble to protect and raise their daughter and had people by her to help her through the cataclysm.

Viridi gives him a tight smile.

“I did warn you it was quite a long story.”

“Yeah, you definitely weren’t wrong,” he sighs, chuckling dryly,

“You said earlier you would answer all of my questions, right?”

“Yes, I did. Do you still have any questions?”

“Hm, I think I just have one for now,”.

That was a lot of background, but I feel like it will set up the mood for the future, and it helps Sanji connect with her more. I think next chapter is gonna have wholesome fatherly sanji in action 👀

#alexandra faens henkan #one piece #one piece x oc #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x child!reader #Original characters #Rogue #Viridi #one piece x child!reader #sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji

[koiyin]

GUYS GUESS WHO'S BACK... 'YAY'

so uh idk why i come back on tumblr every couple months and make posts like this but i've basically ruined my account at this point haha perfectionist issues and i'm going to try to be honest with everyone of you guys because. idek at this point

i don't know how everyone's opinion of me is at this point, and it feels like i'm ruining it. i don't know if this is me now, if i kind of put up a front before, but why these posts seem different than the others on my blog is a mystery to me ^^'

maybe i'm just overthinking it, though?

well, my life is pretty shit. i don't really have any friends, except for a couple close ones who can somehow deal with me-- and, yeah. people at my school don't really like me, and i've fucked up a lot recently. this post sounds really depressing. sorry for that.

i don't know, i guess prior to the whole incident (moots, yk what i'm talking about) i always tried to put up a cheerful front. i had an idealized version of myself, and that was koi. and i did act like myself a lot around you guys, because i became comfortable with all of you and i felt accepted. i'm really grateful for what you all have done for me.

so, more about what's going on- basically, i'm just... not happy with myself, i guess. i wish i had more friends.

you know, my goal in life at one point was to be friends with everyone in my grade. that was more than a year ago. i guess that whole hope pretty much died out. but i do still try my very best, and this is turning into a ramble which i'm sorry for but i just want to get everything off of my chest.

i'll probably never use tumblr regularly again- but, who knows, shit changes.

the incident really affected me. after i was told about everything and learned about all of what happened, i was just... i don't know. i was told that it was that day that i began to eat less, act angrier, and all of that shit- and that went on for a couple weeks.

eventually, i tried to forget about it. i still think about every once in a while, though.

well, i'm starting to sound like a pessimist. i miss when i could be koi, the friendly, cheerful, happy person who had a bunch of friends that worried about him and asked if he was feeling okay.

i don't even know what's going on anymore. i feel fine, and then i go through short spikes of depression. or maybe i'm just a person that's sad all the time, but i choose to be ignorant. i'm really sorry that whoever reads this has to hear me vent and all that shit, but i'm just glad that i can say all of my feelings in the hopes that someone will read this.

so, let's talk about what's been going on since i've left- since i really feel like i should add some filler because of my long absensce '- -

well, i got a suit that kind of reminded me of haruchiyo sanzu from tokyo revengers (haha weeb things) and i look pretty hot in it, ngl- and, my family moved back to our house, which got remodeled. i've done a lot of drawing, too.

and, for context of the tokyo revengers comment earlier- i've been hyperfixating on it for so long. i love the series and the characters aaa

also, i started bakuman and black butler, and they're pretty good! i love the plot of bakuman so much!! (the death note team always makes amazing manga) i also got the first book of haikyuu from the library, because i've seen it referenced online so much and i haven't taken the time to check it out yet.

whew. i don't know, i guess saying all this makes me sound more human than just pixels on a screen. (but i'm actually 3 ducks in a trenchcoat) (i'm not funny)

i've had a lot of homework, so i've been pretty busy.

and i have to go eat dinner now, so i'll be leaving- but again, thank you guys for being my friends for so long. and, why are people still following me when my blog is inactive like- ????

[yettiman84]

Hotwife experience

I’d been with my partner for a few years, we were both very sexually open and had explored each other’s fantasies throughout our relationship. We finally found the term that we felt summed us up perfectly...hotwife. For those of you that aren’t aware of the term my partner likes to watch me with other men. This has led to so many fun adventures over the years but nothing compared to the last one which is why I’ve decided I have to share my experience. It had been arranged such a long time ago that the anticipation inside me was erupting as the time passed by on the day itself. His name was Ryan, he was a very mysterious dominant man and I use the term dominant with a twinge of nervousness as nothing could have prepared me for what he did to me. The three of us had been chatting for a while, as with all things like this there needs to be understanding, trust and full acceptance of what is going to happen. As I mentioned before I’d had lots of encounters already but this one was going to be different, over time I had become more and more submissive. Each subsequent meet had become a little bit rougher. We’d spoken to Ryan when we first explored the stag and vixen setup but he seemed too much for me to handle. As my descent into the world of kink continued though I felt like I could handle what he was claiming he would do to me. How wrong I was...We always played at our place, I felt safer in my own environment and was able to let go and really give myself to another man fully. I also had my toy collection to hand which I loved to experiment with. It was 7pm when the doorbell sounded and the rush of expectation and excitement filled my whole body. As normal Scott answered the door and invited in our special guest for the evening. Ryan wasn’t my usual type, he was very different to my partner but the thing that really made me want him was his sadistic mind. I’d never been taken to the edge of my limits before and he promised that this would be the occasion that it became a reality. The first thing I noticed about Ryan wasn’t his physical appearance, it was the bag he was carrying. He hadn’t mentioned he would be bringing anything with him. I wondered what was in it, what had I got myself into, would I be able to handle it, would I have to use my safe word. I had told myself I would never use it. Would today bring about defeat? Would I finally be in a place that I wasn’t in control of? I was feeling nervous and had to say something as I’d been standing there in silence in the doorway to the living room for what felt like an eternity. “Hello Ryan” was all I could just about muster as I felt my throat tighten just trying to get words out. I cleared my throat and continued, “what’s in the bag” He looked back at me and gave me a look that made me tremble. “You call me master and nothing else”, his voice was so deep and stern that I was immediately taken aback. I looked across at Scott waiting for him to react. He did but not in the way I expected. “You asked for this Emily”. The smile on his face suggested he knew exactly what was about to happen and was turned on thinking about it, I could see the bulge in his jeans and knew that he was already onboard with Ryans plans for me. The room was silent as each of us thought about what had just happened, I seemed to be the only one that was slightly worried but knowing Scott was there was reassuring and I relaxed a little. “I’ll need a few minutes to get the room ready” Ryan shuffled his bag as he spoke and it was at that point I first realised this was going to be like nothing else I had ever experienced. “Upstairs to the left” replied Scott, his calmness was unnerving to me and it soon became clear that the two of them had been speaking without me planning and plotting. I couldn’t really speak, there were far too many thoughts going through my head, I was overthinking, my heart was racing. I could hear the sound of metal and heavy footsteps upstairs and all the while Scott was just sitting there with his glass of wine enjoying seeing me like this.

“Put the blindfold on her, I’m ready” Ryan shouted from upstairs. Scott got up grabbed my hand and led me to the bottom of the stairs, he placed a blindfold on me and slowly guided me up the stairs, he could tell I was nervous and leaned in to whisper “it’s ok I’ll be here watching don’t worry”. His words reassured me that I was safe but I couldn’t help but wonder about the next few hours and what in had in store. We entered the bedroom and although I couldn’t see anything I knew Scott had placed himself in his usual chair in the corner of the room, it creaked when he sat down and each time it sort of signalled the start of the experience like a gun going off to start a race but this time it was the start of my experience with Ryan. I was just stood there silent, blindfolded, with a sense of fear rushing through my head. I could have sworn he left me like it on purpose just to make me suffer that little bit more. Suddenly I felt his hands touch the side of my face, I twitched a little with shock as I felt his breath on my neck and he whispered “Are you ready Emily”. I can’t explain it but every time he spoke something strange happened inside me and took away any control I had. “I think so” I replied sheepishly. Then nothing happened for what felt like minutes but was more realistically just a few seconds, I heard rustling and then suddenly realised what I’d been told downstairs (I was to call him master). His hand gripped my neck tight, “this is your first warning young lady, you’ll learn by the end of the evening”. His grip on my neck got tighter and I could feel him yanking at my knickers with the other hand pulling them down forcefully to my ankles. The next thing I knew I was bent over the edge of the bed with my bum in the air, I could feel his hands exploring my cheeks and I knew what was coming but I didn’t know when or how hard, but when it did nothing could have prepared me for the pain. With one huge slap of what I could only describe as a massive wooden paddle I was writhing on the floor in agony and I must confess a few tears did escape my eyes. Ryan must have seen this too though as he removed my blindfold and just looked at me and laughed. “Get back on your feet now” he shouted in his thick deep voice. I remembered this time and very nervously replied “yes master”. I think he realised at this point that he would have to take it slowly and build up my tolerance as I noticed the paddle had been put by the bag. I must admit I was relieved but it was short lived as my hands were very quickly tied behind my back and pushed on to my knees. Ryan glanced across at Scott who nodded in approval, it was his way of acknowledging that he was comfortable with what was happening. I’d seen Ryan’s cock before in pictures and it seemed on the large side but now it was visible in front of me bulging in his jeans I was getting more and more nervous. As he undid his belt slowly and took it off the anticipation inside me was building and I slightly shuffled backwards. “Where do you think you’re going” Ryan immediately snapped at me. I was frozen still in this moment not knowing what to say or do. I didn’t have to wait long though as he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me back so my lips were inches from his bulging boxers. He took out his cock and looked down at me with an evil look in his eyes “let’s make sure you can’t shuffle away again”. With that he placed the belt around my neck and fastened it tight gripping the end in his hand giving him full control over me. “Open that filthy mouth of yours and stick your tongue out”.

I didn’t need to be told twice as I quickly remembered what happened last time I was disobedient “yes master” I whispered back as I did as I was told. He guided his semi erect cock towards my mouth and brushed it against my tongue, I could tell he was getting turned on as it was getting thicker and harder with each passing moment. It wasn’t long until his cock was forced into my mouth and he pulled on the belt hard making me struggle for breath as my mouth was completely full of his now rock solid cock. He pulled my head back with his other hand so my eyes were looking straight up at his as he began to face fuck me violently. I could feel myself choking and gagging as the tip hit the back of my throat each time. My eyes were now all watery, my eyeliner smudged all over them making me look like the dirty little whore I was being used as. Ryan was smiling so I knew I was doing a good job, his thick cock had been filling my mouth for about 10 minutes now and i was struggling to breathe even more as the belt got tighter and tighter round my neck. Finally I was released from his grip as he pushed me backwards as I fell back onto the bedroom floor trying to catch a small moment of relief. It didn’t last long though as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He held me there and smacked my ass over and over again, not as hard as the paddle but the repetitive nature of his hands on my cheeks soon had me bright red and sore. Once he was satisfied I was spanked enough he threw me on the bed like a rag doll “don’t fucking move”. Even if I had wanted to move I didn’t have any energy left to fight and just lay there motionless waiting to see what would happen to me next. Luckily for me even Ryan needed a rest from holding me on my shoulders all that time, so for now my punishment was put to one side as he approached me once more. He pulled me towards him and parted my legs as I lay flat on my back. He began exploring my pussy with his fingers, he was slow and gentle but i still felt completely submissive under his power. It felt amazing as he played with my clit gently flicking it as he guided his fingers up and down my wet pussy lips. He took his hand away and pushed them into my mouth “do you taste good, is it worthy of my tongue”. I was building up to an orgasm and was struggling to contain my excitement, my mouth was restricted by his fingers so I just nodded back as I started to moan louder and louder. Realising I was enjoying myself a bit too much for Ryan’s liking he got up and returned to his bag, I tried to catch a glimpse of what he was grabbing but he was very aware of what I was like and quickly put the blindfold back on me. A few seconds later and I felt my nipples being played with, I was confused as his focus was very much on my wet pussy just a couple of moments ago. It took me by surprise but I suddenly felt a sense of pain as my nipples were clamped one at a time and I could hear metal being brushed against the bed post at the bottom of the bed. I heard Ryan’s voice again “if she makes any sound pull it”. What was he talking about? Pull what? I heard Ryan shuffling down the bed again and felt his tongue as it moved up my thigh and started to explore my pussy, it felt amazing and I let out a small whimper as he got to my clit “owww fuck” I screamed loudly as I felt my nipples being yanked upwards. The cruel twisted bastard had attached a cable to the clamps and given it to Scott. This was now a battle of minds, Ryan was trying to make me moan, and therefore ultimately end up in pain, Scott was in control of the cable and was watching intensely listening for any opportunity to pull the cable and I was trying to stay quiet as a guy I’d wanted to fuck for so long was now devouring me with his mouth. I have to say it was a hard battle, I lost count of the number of times the cable was pulled as I built up to what I can only describe as the wettest orgasm I’ve ever had. I exploded all over his face and I wasn’t sure how he would react.

Surprisingly he was calm and just stepped away, probably to wipe his face not that I could tell from under my blindfold. I took the moment to just lay there with my legs slightly shaking, my breathing heavy, to smile inside as that was the hardest I’d ever cum before. Ryan must have caught me smiling as he mounted himself on top of me, his thighs were pressed against my hips and my arms were still tied up behind my back. He ripped the blindfold off “enjoy that did we Emily” and then slapped me across the face hard. The fear inside me built again, how could I be so foolish to think I’d get away with it. “Don’t move I’ll be right back”. He went back to his bag again but this time he let me watch, it was his way of making me feel powerless, technically I could move but it was as though he had cast a spell on me as I was not moving an inch. I’d never seen so much rope before as he pulled out a huge bundle and began to lay it out and then proceeded to tie ends to each four corners of the bed. My ankles were tied giving me just enough room to wriggle but no more and my hands were untied from behind my back and then retied back to the top corners of the bed. I was in the doggy position on all fours and now couldn’t see what he was doing behind me. I felt the head piece lowered on me and the mouth gag fastened and buckled up behind my neck. My legs were spread slightly I felt what seemed to be a metal ball inside my pussy, it wasn’t in there long before it was pushed inside my arsehole. It was cold and tight and hurt a little bit but I couldn’t say anything and was beginning to drool slightly. I was now anal hooked and gagged but it wasn’t long before all of my holes were filled as Ryan positioned himself behind me and forced his cock deep inside my pussy, my back arched as he fully penetrated me and began thrusting away with short sharp bursts making me feel more submissive than I’d ever felt before. My arsehole was getting stretched by the hook with each thrust as he continued to fuck my pussy harder and harder. I could feel my insides gripping his cock as another orgasm came out of nowhere and I squirted all down my legs. I was a needy drooling mess and this is exactly how Ryan wanted me. I think he wanted to see the fear in my eyes as he was taking me roughly as he pulled himself out and started to slap my pussy hard over and over again as I tried to scream through my gag. He started to untie me and for a minute I thought it was over but I was wrong once more. I was pushed onto my back and he was admiring his work, my face was a mess, my nipples were hard and extremely sensitive, my ass and thighs were red raw, my whole body was his to use as he wished. All the accessories were also removed and I just lay there like a floppy doll, completely naked and exposed. Pushing my head down against the mattress with his hand firmly gripped round my neck, he looked deeply into my eyes and began slapping all over my body and I was terrified of what he would do next. He forced his cock in my ass without any lubrication and it really really hurt and I screamed over and over as he pushed it in inch by inch until the whole shaft was inside me. I looked over at Scott and he was just watching and smiling, I was glad he was enjoying it, he liked to see me submissive but I wasn’t sure how far he would want it to go. Now I had my answer, if I could handle it then he could too.

As Ryan continued to dominate my arse with his cock it was getting more and more painful, although now wet it seemed to make no difference and it was like his cock was getting even bigger. His hands were all over my body now, grabbing my breasts, gripping my thighs, flicking my clit, choking my neck and slapping my face. I could tell he was about to cum as his face got more and more intense. Surprisingly he didn’t cum instantly and I came again as he continued to fuck my ass, my legs were spasming as the latest orgasm kicked in. He held my legs against him tight as I struggled to contain myself and for a second I thought I was going to pass out. Luckily for me this seemed to push him over the edge as he pulled out just in time to spray his hot cum all over my body, it felt like it went on for ever as it continued to dribble out of his cock. Pulling my head upwards he forced his cock inside my mouth emptying what was left down my throat as I sucked him dry, moaning and appreciating everything he wanted to give me like a good little sub. I looked over at Scott waiting for his approval and it duly arrived “good girl, next time maybe I’ll join in”.

#KST

[nish-bean]

Wow. So there are A LOT of thoughts about the whole Gar and Rachel ship on titans. Most people are saying negative things about how it shouldn’t happen, but honestly, I don’t think it’s that bad.

First of all, let me address the age gap between the actors. Yes, it is nine years and yes, Teagan (Rachel’s actress) just turned eighteen, but I genuinely don’t think she has any qualms. I do think that the reason the show stalled their relationship for so long was because Teagan wasn’t comfortable with it. There have been many actresses like Keira Knightly who’ve done romantic roles opposite much older actors even at the age of sixteen. So I don’t think age was a problem for the show, I think they just respected Teagan’s wishes. However, now that Rachel’s back with Gar, we can see that the writers are definitely teasing a romantic relationship between them, something they’ll maybe build up to in season 5.

Second, THE CHEMISTRY. The writers would not have put that much that much romantic chemistry between Rachel and Gar in the first season if they hadn’t, some point, intended to continue the ship. While Gar and Rachel took a break as separate characters on screen, we focused on other characters like Conner, Dick (a whole lot of him), Barbara, Jason, Blackfire, and even Kory. Now that the focus is back on the original titans (+ Tim Drake WHICH IM THRILLED ABOUT OMGOMGOMG), I’m willing to bet our garchel ship is going to sail.

Multiple times throughout the show, Rachel and Gar have had special moments with each other—once at the Lazarus pit, another time in the forest away from the RV, and so many more. When Gar and Rachel first held hands in the forest, I was sure the writers were teasing the ship. I know they can hold hand platonically too, but the way in which the scene was taken implied more. Additionally, Dick and Kory have teased Garchel for a while now starting from the first season.

A lot of people have then asked, “What about Teagan’s tweet?” Well, here’s the exact screenshot of her tweet.

This is common behavior for a movie actor because they are legally not allowed to ruin the plot. Also, she was only saying this in response the scene linked NOT the whole show. I think she must already know, and I think she was informed when she signed up for the role. So guys, IF Garchel does happen, please know that she probably was t forced into it because she is an actress and she was most definitely told about it before she finished signing all contracts, especially with a renowned company like HBO. And even after this tweet, here is a screenshot of one tweet she posted that I’m sure was meant to tease the Garchel fan base:

I’m not saying this means gar but I’m also saying it could, because let’s admit it. Season four, so far, did explore gar and Rachel’s relationship a bit farther than just platonic. There is a reason Gar is even closer to Rachel than he is to Conner or Tim.

This brings me to my last point. The show has literally stuck to almost every single titans storyline they could incorporate from the comics and the animated movies. They’ve tried really hard to stick to the script and since Garchel is a cannon ship, I think it’s going to happen. Unless they introduce Damien as a Robin, which I know they won’t for a while, Garchel will happen. Even then, I think in this version of the titans, Damien is going to be shown much younger than raven which removes him as a prospective romantic interest. This tells me that Gar and Rachel is most likely going to be the cannon ship, even if it is really slowly.

Okay rant over lmao. These are just my thoughts but idk. I’m also overthinking and I feel like I sound desperate but yk what I’m a fan of literally every DC ship ever. Sorry :)

#dc titans #nightwing #beast boy #starfire #raven roth #robin #rachel roth #garfield logan #gar logan #dick grayson #koriand'r #teen titans #garchel #gar and rachel #beast boy and raven #hbo max #titans #tim drake #conner luthor #superboy #dc comcis

[karalynlovescake]

2023 writing list

Not exactly a New Years resolution, as those don't often pan out, but more of a personal checklist. Please feel free to stroke my ego by asking me about any of these. If I remember I'll update with links as I finish.

I did not expect to start writing again in 2022, and the fact that I did is completely because of Sandman and the amazing tumblr fandom for it. So. Things I would like to write/finish in 2023:

1.) Black Unicorn AU: it has languished while I put off rereading the source material and write other things. I know HOW it ends but I don't like the ending scene I've written and until I do it won't click. But no one else is going to write this one so we'll keep working on it.

2.) He Would Not Say That: which has expanded to the point where I'm overwhelmed by it and overthinking the morality of fucking your boyfriend's dream subjects, which is a buzzkill because it was supposed to be very un serious sex comedy. Hob would give Chidi Anagonye a massive stomach ache if I could justify the crossover.

3.) Crack one-shot: Come Live With Me and Be My Cat - a spin-off of love to Avelera’s amazing fic and inspired by that great picture that @twottie-m8 did of Hob throwing Cat!Dream at the Corinthian

4.) Some kind of SandOmens side piece PROBABLY attached to Least of These so we can have a good fun "you built a what to whom" reaction from Aziraphale and Crowley.

4a.) The Next Level - wrote this instead, a very soft fluffy little piece where Dream asks Aziraphale and Crowley for advice on being the type of friends who hold hands. We'll see if that scratched my itch to write SandOmens.

5) Actually, let’s throw The Least of These on this list. Didn’t include it before because I started it in Nov/Dec, but it was SUPPOSED to be a soft smutty 5k and now it is 25k and is more plot than smut, and has taken up more of my time than I anticipated

6) As of yet untitled longfic #1: if published will be two separate works, part one a setup of "Dream shows up every couple of years for sex, but in a different disguise every time because he thinks he's smart" and part two is your standard fishbowl rescue/let's rewrite season 1, because we like them. I want this to be better than I feel I'm capable of writing but I keep plonking away at it, and it's 16k words already, which is too much for me to give up on.

7) A Secret Third Thing: (not actual title) where I come to terms with the fact that in killing off Morpheus by having him put half his soul in the Corinthian I accidentally made an OC that I'm kind of interested in.

8) Honeymoon piece: I don't want to write the wedding, that sounds exhausting, but Hob wants to honeymoon somewhere he hasn't been where they can just be themselves, and Dream takes him to a little side project he, Delirium and Destruction started a few centuries back: a friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while everyone pretends to sleep. The King of Nightmares is a minor celebrity in Nightvale, and he gets to show off his new husband. Silly.

8a) I did, in the end, write a wedding, if a rather hasty one, so we have: Then maybe, maybe, maybe you'd stay which was written almost entirely in 72 hours in a tiny hotel room in a foreign country 6000 miles from home, after my husband's passport got stolen 15 hours before we were supposed to fly home, thus turning the end of our dream vacation into nearly a literal nightmare. Apparently I stress write. You learn things when you travel.

9) The Financial Crimes of Hob Gadling, only of I can think of a way to do it that shows off my special interest without publishing a "How to crime" guide.

10) Longfic #2, working title "All the Things That Lie Undone" - loosely based off the plot of a favorite out of print smutty historical romance novel. Basic plotline is worked out, but so far all that's written so far is the first two chapters and one sex scene.

11) Longfic #3 which has eclipsed all desire to work on Longfic #2, which will hopefully be my Centennial Husbands Big Bang entry.

12) Anything I want, there are no rules, I have permission to have fun and make myself feel happy.

#writing #new years resolution

[tessabennet]

I got tagged by @booksandabeer to share 8 shows to get to know me. I've been thoroughly overthinking it for the past few days, which is why this list sounds a bit like a series-watching-history resume. And I still feel like I'm forgetting some very important ones.

Anyway, thanks for the tag, J! Hope you enjoy 😅

I'll pass the tag to @tree-of-blue-squirrel @somanywords @hedvig-ulrika @tripfourconcerts and @myauroraborealis, if you guys want to do this 🥰

Avatar the Last Airbender

I'll start way way back in my childhood. I had this girl in my class in primary school who was obsessed with this show (to the point where it got kinda scary) but that's how I ended up watching it for the first time. And I just fell in love with the worldbuilding amd the characters with their found family.

Honourable mentions of shows I liked as a kid:

Suite Life, Drake & Josh, Glee

BBC Sherlock

Flash forward a couple of years, and here's me, in my late teens. And with that came my first queerbait experience! Hurray! But. If not for that, if not for the overanalysing of the queer subtext and the unbelievable disappointmemt in how it all turned out, I don't think I would have ended up as an english major. Which I have mixed feelings about, yes, but I feel like that represents my relationship with this show pretty well.

Honourable mentions of shows I watched in my late teens:

Shadowhunters, Doctor Who, Outlander

Supernatural

*clears throat* I know. I know. But I can't not include it, okay? It's been... let's call it a formative experience. My first real deep dive into fandom culture. How I first made fandom friends all over the world, who I love and treasure with all my heart now. I hate it as much as we all do, but yeah. *clenches fist and grits teeth* Supernatural had an impact on me.

Honourable mentions of my early fandom days shows:

Game of Thrones, Sex Education, Troy - Fall of a City

The Umbrella Academy

This one is a prime example of a type of show that I really like: the ones where, at times, I could not care less about the plot and am just here to thoroughly enjoy the characters.

Honourable mentions of shows I watch only for the characters:

Brooklyn 99, Stranger Things, Young Royals

Agent Carter

So. It's no secret that I am a firm, pious defender of all things Peggy Carter. This puts me in a somewhat awkward, sometimes even controversial position since I am also firmly, piously in the steve/bucky corner. But like. I love her? And since she (and like, the Captain America movies as a whole) were my way into the MCU... well, where would I be without her?

Honourable mentions of MCU shows I like:

Daredevil, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Hawkeye

Good Omens

This one is really simple: it's silly and I'm so here for it. The humour, the characters, the absurdity of it all, the underlying political themes.... yeah, I don't think I need to explain to anyone why a Neil Gaiman show is a good thing to watch. Like, just for the fun of it.

Honourable mentions of shows I watch just for the fun of it:

Arrested Development, Heartstopper, Our Flag Means Death

The Mandalorian

Okay. So. This is the last show I watched with my dad before he died. We got to the first episodes of season 2 and I haven't watched the rest of it yet. Star Wars was our thing, you know? And I really miss watching stuff with him.

Honourable mentions of shows I would've liked to share with dad:

Kenobi, The Witcher, The Sandman

Shadow and Bone

This one's the most recent thing I watched, and it's where I'm at show-wise at the moment. Really, really liked it, and doing my part to get another season and hopefully, that Crows spinoff. My biggest current obsession. You get the gist.

Honourable mentions of shows I'm currently into:

Interview with the Vampire, The Crown, 911

...

Phew, this took way more work than is reasonable

[digitalgate02]

I know this will sound harsh, but this is entirely my own opinion and I don’t want people to get me wrong about it. But after watching and rewatching 02 again and again I’ve come to realize one thing:

Daisuke never had romantic feelings for ANYONE in 02. That’s it, that’s my biggest personal hot take and you know that I’ve been shipping Daisuke romantically with Miyako, Takeru, Wallace, Hikari and Ken from time-to-time. But why do I say this? Well, this is just my feeling that Daisuke is too young to care about romance. He’s just 10-to-11 years old in 02. And if you check what Daisuke’s goals with Hikari are – none of them involves becoming her boyfriend.

Yes, we get him to be protective over her in the first set of episodes, then he just steps back from that wary behavior towards Takeru when he learns how Takeru and Hikari know each other, and then starts just focusing on trying to become closer to her. And by ep 22, the one he wants her to notice him, he’s not even upset about her relationship with Takeru. He’s only sad that he does not have a strong bond with her.

Then, MenAS has him only want chocolate from the girls – there’s no Hikari mention at all. Yet, I don’t think he ever thought of dating someone else. In which I believe he’s still not ready for romantic relationships yet.

Talking with a friend years ago, about the Kizuna content and 02 series + its side-material, made us realize the BIGGEST ENEMY DAISUKE HAS IS… Himself. Yeah, he’s not the kind to be self-confident enough – If we use Hikari as our only “canon romantic interest” as an example… He tries to impress her too hard, he’s always trying to hide such a crush on her and believes he’s good at hiding it (except everyone in the room knows, including Hikari herself) – he basically does not notice he could succeed IF he just acted normally.

In which we saw it happening in Kizuna’s drama CD. 

And the result? He just froze the moment Hikari admitted she found his dedication for pursuing his dreams a cool thing. That’s it folks. The biggest proof that Daisuke might not have thought beyond this. Because he himself doesn’t think he would ever get there.

And remember: He’s not the type to overthink, or start plotting his entire future and start panicking about every single outcome that could lead him. Daisuke basically does not waste his time worrying about what will happen in the future, therefore he does not know what he will do IF he succeeds or not.

Might say this could be the same scenario for every Daisuke → [character] ship, in my honest and sincere opinion. Because Daisuke is not assertive enough and since he’s quite humble he might not believe he would have his feelings reciprocated. And the funny-yet-sad part is if it is the other way ([character] → Daisuke), Daisuke’s too dense that he might not realize someone likes him back and might only finally notice it if you get straight into the point.

Again, this is how I see his romantic relationships and such. I don’t want anyone coming to argue with me, therefore this post is unrebloggable.

#that or i'm actually aromantic besides asexual and i didn't know. i just wanted to put it in my observations. #just ni rambling things for no reason

[colourmeastonished]

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#oooof I'm going through the backlog of my original songs and tryna record them into demos #and it's fun as hell and gr8 to be creating again #but Bruh I wrote a lot of bangers about my ex and can't decide if I miss her or if I miss having Big Feelings being reciprocated ✌️ #bc to paraphrase the og fanatasy high guidance concellor: there's a lot of big feelings in the room #a lot of the time I'll take a feeling and wrap it up in a constructed narrative or like write about general themes rather than #specific people or incidents #but I sure did write a song that straight up evokes what it felt like to be deep in my feelings for this chick ooof #can't tell if I should be trying to move on more or if it's ok that there's still this lingering vibe of unfinished business #cos I'm not expecting to get back together but I'm also v aware that she's intentionally leaving ambiguous doors open #by like keeping open channels of communication and making a point of still signing messages w an x #which sounds like an Overthinking thing but it was like... a plot point in our relationship 😂 #the presence or absence of an x is very intentional like we've had this discussion #but anyway... I think I just miss her and its weird to know that when life gets back to normal she'll be like a presence in my life again #bc of our shared social circle #and idk what that's going to mean and I don't know if it's going to mean anything but oh boy she sure was cool as hell you know?? #and I miss talking to her & making her laugh and sure I'm being realistic idk if we're actually good for each other #but... 🥺🥺🥺... yeah... #gamer girl #my thoughts

[adhd-asd]

Anonymous asked: "i have ADHD and ASD, I don’t know if they really play a role in my difficulty to write scripts or outlines, but it seems like whenever i want to start a story project and visualise it into writing and art, it just…..doesn’t work? Like, i have story ideas, but the way they come out never meet my satisfaction or, at least, the way i write them, feels too restricting and….i don’t know?

writing scripts, the dialogue feels very bland and tedious - writing outlines is fine for me but i put too much thought into them to the point they are restricting. but, also, when i try to make up a story as i go with a basic plot in mind, i lose a massive sense of direction if i don’t have an outline or script. and i just feel very, very stuck."

If you're just looking for a short-form list of tips and tricks that might help make creating easier, I have a post here that offers advice on writing with ADHD that you may find helpful.

However, I found this question really interesting and wanted to do a more in-depth exploration of the topic of creating with ADHD/ASD and the difficulties that can come with that, as well. I have a lot of thoughts on the topic as an ADHD/ASD creator myself, so it got quite long, but I hope you might find some of them interesting or useful.

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Do ADHD/ASD Play a Role?

Firstly, I believe that my ADHD and ASD affect just about every part of my life, including my creative process, and I imagine the same is likely true for you. It's entirely plausible (and I would even say likely) that they're playing a part in the conflict you feel when trying to create.

That being said, I also believe that there are ways we can accommodate or work around our unique challenges rather than putting effort into trying to overcome them or letting them get us down. I also don't think your difficulties are exclusively a result of ADHD/ASD, either, and I'll be discussing both points in more detail below.

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On Meeting Your Own Expectations

I think, at least to some extent, your first paragraph could apply to most creators, regardless of ADHD/ASD.

Very rarely do I find that my works end up matching what I visualise in my mind, and it can often be frustrating and demotivating when what I produce seems inferior to the hypothetical version I had planned or envisioned. And I've seen this same sentiment expressed by a lot of artists and writers.

When those feelings crop up, I try to remind myself that it's okay, nobody else has seen the hypothetical 'perfect version' of what I was trying to create that's in my mind, and they'll be judging the work on its own merits instead. I think an important part of being a creator is consciously working on accepting that things will almost never go exactly as envisioned, and that's okay. It's not a reason to abandon the work, and the more you keep creating, the more practice you'll have getting your ideas down.

It's definitely easier said than done, but as with all creative pursuits, feeling beholden to perfection will ultimately prevent you from getting anything done or growing as a creator, and sometimes you have to just let things go and keep moving forward. A work doesn't have to be perfect to have value and be worthy of praise.

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On Perfectionism

All that being said, I wouldn't be at all surprised if your ADHD and ASD were compounding on this common experience to a degree. It's very common for people with ASD to be inflexible and extremely detail-oriented, and many an ADHDer can struggle with perfectionism (which I've briefly discussed in the second half of this post). Falling into the trap of obsessively tweaking things until they're just right is pretty easy.

The good news is that I think when you're aware that these are pitfalls you're likely to experience, you can better notice them and implement measures to help you work around them. Better understanding your symptoms and being kind to yourself when you experience them can make the situation less hostile, and researching how to cope with/compensate for them could help not only with your creative process, but other areas of life as well.

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On Finding Your Creative Process

A big part of creating is finding a process that works for you.

Some people plan in meticulous detail while others fly by the seat of their pants; some prepare outlines and tough drafts and follow the steps in order and others bounce around and make it up as they go.

From the way you're describing things, it sounds like your current process isn't working for you, and you may benefit from changing your approach to creating entirely. You already seem to be consciously aware of the parts that are causing the most difficulty and frustration for you, so the next step is to brainstorm how to modify them to make your creativity more accessible to you.

I, for example, write scenes out of order and constantly go back and add to them as I get new ideas. I also draw my lineart in random sections, moving on to a new one anytime I get bored (even if the current section isn't finished) until it eventually comes together like a patchwork quilt. These are some ways I've found to keep things interesting and keep me engaged in the work, and they may seem weird, but they sure do work!

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So Let's Do Some Brainstorming

If you overthink your outlines and then feel stifled by them, try deliberately limiting how much detail you allow yourself to include. It's not an 'all or nothing' situation, and you can practise and experiment with varying document layouts and amounts of detail until you've found something that feels more approachable.

If you're currently writing paragraphs, try bullet points, or a flow chart, or sticky notes that you can rearrange. If you plot out every detail, try starting with only the most major events so you always have some direction for where the story is going but still allow for more freedom and creativity. If you spend hours on an outline, try setting a timer so you only have a set amount of time for each point.

And remember that you can change your outline as you go! If you're so caught up in following your outline that it's stifling your creativity, maybe it's an issue of perspective rather than process. Remind yourself that your outline is a tool to help you and that you're free to adjust it whenever it's not serving its purpose.

I don't know what your current process looks like so maybe these specific examples aren't helpful to you, but hopefully they can illustrate how to look at the areas where you're getting stuck and find a way to change them so that they suit your needs. Even if it seems unconventional or doesn't align with the process other people use or have told you to use, it's important to do what works for you.

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In Summary / TL;DR

Creativity in general often comes down to experimenting until you find a method/process/style that works for you, and that's true for anyone. It's also true that art rarely goes exactly as planned, and sometimes you just have to accept that you've done well enough and move on.

But when you're a creator with ADHD/ASD, it can be extra difficult to do so because of our unique challenges related to internal motivation, perfectionism, and staying focused and flexible. Being aware of your symptoms and the challenges that they might present, and specifically tailoring your workspace and process to account for them while being kind to yourself when you find yourself struggling, can allow you to create with a lot less frustration.

None of these changes will happen instantaneously, but hopefully being aware of them and making the effort over time will help you to start seeing a difference in your work. Good luck!

#adhd #asd #actually adhd #actually autistic #autism #Brady answers #tips

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol. 3 Sakamaki Reiji [Track 5 + Epilogue]

Original title: ただ寄り添って + エピローグ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 3 Sakamaki Reiji

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS. T _ T While this bittersweet kind of approach does hurt my heart, I also think it is the most realistic Daylight CD plot we’ve gotten so far. A happy ending like Ayato’s and Shuu’s is nice and all, but it’s also horribly cliched how ‘true love’ magically saves the day and cures a person from health/heart issues??? So I have to give props to the writer of Reiji’s script, for actually having the guts to write a different kind of ending. 

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 5: Just Scoot Closer

The two of you are taking a stroll outside at night.

[00:11] “...Hold onto my arm tightly. You can take it easy.”

You apologize for being so slow. 

“Please do not let it worry you. Right now, I am your knight in shining armor, there to protect you at all times. I am beyond flattered to be able to escort you like this.”

You continue stumbling along.

[00:38] “Right...The flowers right here are in full bloom right now. It is a beautiful garden. Let us pluck one of them. I am sure it will look lovely in your hair.”

You stop him. 

“Hm? Do you not like the sound of that?”

You explain that you feel bad for the flower.

[01:07] “...Good point. Even if it is just a single flower, we probably should not change its fate so selfishlessly.”

You apologize for turning down his offer.

“No. I am truly astounded by your kindness and strength.”

You suddenly perk up your head.

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

You run your fingertips across his hand.

[01:39] “Wound...? Ah, from when I accidentally cut myself, you mean? I am sure your charm played a part in it as well, but exactly, it has fully healed. Do not worry.”

You tell him to never hurt himself like that again.

“...! How do you...?”

You explain. 

“Aah...I did not consider you might have been awake back then. ...!! Is that why you...decided to kiss the wound, because you knew my pain...?”

You say sorry again. 

[02:26] “...No. I am the one who should apologize. It is shameful I had to resort to such actions to suppress my own desires. I truly am sorry. I made you suffer.”

You shake your head.

“Then, why...?”

You tell Reiji he could have sucked your blood and you would not have minded. 

[02:51] “...Haah? What are you saying!? If I had sucked your blood back then, you might have no longer be standing here right noーー”

You insist that it is fine, since your fate has been sealed already either way.

“Wait, please...You are acting strange today. This whole time, you have been saying the weirdest things. Almost as if...As if...”

*Rustle*

[03:20] “I hope this is simple overthinking on my part but...I am begging you, please do not make any rash decisions.”

You ask him to suck your blood now.

“Did you not hear me just now? I told you to stop jumping ahead!”

You insist. 

“You are spouting utter nonsense! Speaking of things which will only shorten your own life without even batting an eye! Those are things you cannot joke about!”

*Rustle* 

[03:51] “Stop! You must not do that! This fragrance coming from your nape...makes me lose my mind.”

*Rustle*

“Even though...I am asking you to stop...Haah...My fangs are aching...This is bad...I cannot...stop this thirst...Ugh! ...Kuh! Haah, haah...Haah...You are a bully, are you not? That habit of yours...is so very kind.”

Reiji grabs hold of your hand.

[04:52] “Come on, let me hug you close against my chest.”

*Rustle*

“Haah...You are right here. In my arms. There is nothing more I could wish for. Right now, I do not have the desire to pierce your skin with my fangs.”

You tear up.

[05:24] “If you want to cry, go ahead and cry all you want. Even your tears are precious. Let us engrave everything about each other in our memories. Until the moment ーー You take your final breath.”

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling*

[06:02] “Well then, open your mouth.”

He feeds you.

“So? How does it taste?”

You smile.

“Fufu, my homemade carbonara has always been one of your favorites after all. I made a few adjustments and tried turning it into a soup.  Soups are easy to digest after all. Well then, one more bite.”

You tell him you have had enough for now.

[06:33] “...I see. Understood. Please tell me whenever there is something you would like to eat. I will try my hardest to prepare it for you.”

You shake your head.

“Oh dear? Do you not like my home cooking?”

You tell him you feel the end is near for you.

[06:57] “...!! ...Time has come, has it not? ...I will stay by your side. I am hugging you close like this after all. Even if my body temperature is low, the warmth of the flames from the fireplace will keep both of us cozy. Take a look. The flames are swaying from left to right, it is a beautiful sight.”

You yawn.

[07:39] “Fufu...Has it made you drowsy? That is fine. Get all the rest you want. ...Goodnight. I am sure you will have a wonderful dream.”

*TIMESKIP*

Reiji is carrying you while walking outside.

*Rustle*

[08:26] “...Good morning. Have you woken up?”

You look around, asking Reiji where you are.

“Fufu...Your favorite spot. A flower field in full bloom. Can you see it?”

You nod.

“Ah...I am glad. You like it, no?”

You ponder if there will be beautiful flowers like this in Heaven as well.

[09:03] “Well, I wonder? ...Heaven and Hell are individual concepts, are they not? It all depends on how you view them. ーー And even if this place were to be either one of those, I will remain by your side forever. Let us make a vow. For eternity. ...Well then, my beloved...I shall seal our promise with a kiss...”

*Smooch*

Track 6: Epilogue

The two of you enter a tea shop. 

*Ring ring*

*Thud*

You note that it smells wonderful.

[00:30] “...Fufu. You must have become a true tea enthusiast as well to be able to tell the quality of the leaves just by scent alone. ーー Aah. It truly is fragrant. Both the fragrance and the taste of the tea sold at this store are extraordinary. I have taken a liking to this shop in particular, because they always provide me with tea leaves of the finest quality.”

You ask if he will purchase tea leaves today. 

“No, today I have come to pick out a set of tea cups. Their collection of chinaware is wonderful as well after all.”

You ask if he gave the broken cup to the restorer.

[01:11] “Of course I did. However, it will take a while until it gets back from the repair shop. I figured there was no harm in selecting a new cup to use in the meantime. I will have a look around. You can look for a cup of your liking as well. We can meet up again later. ーー Well then.”

Reiji steps away.

*TIMESKIP*

The scene shifts to the outside.

[02:01] “We made some wonderful purchases. ...Are you not too tired?”

You shake your head.

“I see. In that case, let us enjoy a cup of tea as soon as we get back home.”

You frown. 

[02:19] “Hm? ...What is bothering you? I told you I approve of the cup you picked out, did I not? ...I suddenly realized that this whole time, we never had a set of matching tea cups. Of course, we have both used identical cups from the same tea set, but never did we pick out two individual ones, did we? Therefore, I wanted to have some.”

You giggle.

[02:58] “Is it strange for me to think that way?”

You tell him it actually makes you happy. 

“Fufu...If it makes you happy, I am glad as well. By the way ーー How about we hold hands as we walk?”

You seem a little surprised. 

[03:21] “We just purchased a matching set of cups, so I figured it would not hurt to show our relationship through our actions as well. This is something a human couple would do. ...Fufu, I am well aware of that, you know?”

*Rustle*

“Well then, your hand please.”

You grab hold of his hand. 

[03:45] “Let us head home then, and enjoy a delicious cup of tea in our matching cups.”

The two of you walk ahead, hand-in-hand.

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers daylight #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

[ethernetchord]

lets talk: popular iwwv criticism

(disclaimer: i know criticism is subjective and thats why im doing this, i wanna look at some common points made against iwwv and dissect them just a little bit in the opposite direction. also none of this is directed at any individual- it’s all based on the general talking points i’ve seen surrounding the book.)

SPOILER WARNING !!

lack of exploration into james and oliver (+ gay characters feel performative)

i’ve seen loads of people say that oliver and james’ relationship felt very performative, a way of including the queer romnce which clearly is very important to the plot but not actually giving it any space in the novel, nor developing it to the same extent which meredith/oliver was.

oliver and meredith had a very strictly physical relationship and while he did love her, he wasn’t in love with her the way he was with james. the juxtaposition in the way that oliver/james is delivered and the way meredith/oliver is delivered is, i believe, far too repetitive to not be intentional. i actually realised upon re-reading how much focus there really is on meredith’s sexuality, even in subtleties in the book. meredith and oliver get more blatant sex scenes, get more physical parts because oliver was (to an extent) using his attraction to meredith to distract himself from his infatuation with james.

we also have to remember that oliver and james didn’t get their real moment of honesty about their relationship till extremely late into the book. i’d honestly see it as more ‘performative’ to then after or in the middle of kind lear throwing in some wild sex scene between the two. it wouldn't have fit.

“why didn’t james and oliver get together earlier then >:(((“ because the slow burn between them, the subtext, the subtle-ness, the yearning, they were all crucial to the decision which oliver made at the end. the fact that they burned so bright for each other but (oliver particularly) were so desperately repressed, that was what made this such a tragic romance. yes its tiring to read stories about queer people being repressed, yes its tiring to see the bury your gays trope. but like oliver says, it goes beyond gender.

if oliver’s second love interest was a girl, and treated this way, we’d be a lot more on board with these tropes- but the fact that james is a man, and this therefor becomes a queer relationship, makes it feel performative. i can’t convince you of anything- but i like to believe that their relationship being treated like this not only makes it so much more “heart wrenching because why! why couldn’t it work out, why couldn’t it be better!” - not because its a queer relationship but because they were soulmates.

alexander wasn’t performative. not in the slightest, rio just didn’t make being gay his entire identity. same goes for colin. just because they’re queer doesn’t mean it needs to be the only thing about them. this isn’t a lgbt novel- characters dont have to be gay just for plot. they can just be gay.

i’ve also seen people complain about not just making oliver bisexual. guys. did you read the book? he was bisexual. he was emotionally and physically attracted to both meredith and james. guys that’s literally what bisexual means.

i'm totally on board with the coming out scenes! and realisation of feelings and all that stuff- but again, not an lgbt centric novel and also- these were things oliver probably did and realised far before this book. remember that its set in 4th year, at an art school. he knew he was fruity ok. not every queer character in every queer book have to have these grandious coming out scenes or realisations. the lack there of doesn’t equal performance.

the ending was rushed and bad

believe what you will, but i don’t think james is dead. there’s a little too much ambiguity in that ending, in the extract he leaves oliver, in the “his body was never found.” so if your main quarrel with the ending is that “bury your gays” situation- please know there’s a chance- and that giving it that chance opens up so much more discussion and reader response.

yes, the ending is sad. but it’s not rushed. “but that is how a tragedy like ours or king lears breaks your heart- by making you believe the ending might still be happy until the very last second.” doing king lear, doing macbeth, doing romeo and juliet, the plays are chosen not only for reader convenience (they’re plays readers will most likely be familiar with) but also because they all, so very deeply, foreshadow a “bad” ending. killing james, makes sense. as much as people don’t want to hear it, from an authorial perspective- from the reader’s perspective and as a human being it makes sense. why do keep arguing that he “should’ve stayed alive for oliver” or that “if he really loved oliver he wouldn’t have done it” - why are we limiting a character’s entire existence down to their love interest. yes, they were best friends, yes they were set up as lovers but that doesn’t mean that that would be enough to keep james around. james was a fragile character- he was always checking with oliver if he had upset him, he was always worried, overthinking, james wasn’t strong minded- and he was suffering. the only person he had left to depend on was in prison, he was plagued with the guilt of causing the death of a classmate and letting oliver take the blame, if he did kill himself, it sure as hell doesn’t have any reason to sound forced.

“its not nearly as good as the secret history!!!!”

to be honest here buds, why the fuck do we keep comparing them so insistently. they are not the same book. iwwv wasn’t trying to be tsh 2.0, yes there are similarities because hey! guess what! books in similar genres tend to do that! always comparing it tsh when they have different motives, different plots and vastly different execution makes no sense. the only reason that they are compared is because tumblrtm dark academics like to group the two together. and yea- makes sense, but stop trying to belittle iwwv because it isn't as grandiose as tsh, because it’s a little more literal, because it’s not as intertextual as tsh. half the people saying iwwv isn’t as good as tsh are practically just subtly going “shakespeare isn’t as complicated as ancient greek huehue” stop forcing the two together and let them be separately appreciated.

the characters were flat/archetypes/etc

sigh. okay.

these characters are actors. this book shows us their transition from themselves entirely into a conjunction of the roles they’ve played and the stereotypes they’ve portrayed.

“we were so easily manipulated - confusion made a masterpiece of us.”

“for us, everything was a performance”

“imagine having all your own thoughts and feelings tangled up with all the thoughts and feelings of a whole other person. it can be hard, sometimes, to sort out which is which.”

“far too many times i had asked myself whether art was imitating life or if it was the other way around”

“it’s easier now to be romeo, or macbeth, or brutus, or edmund. someone else.”

are you seeing it now? this focus on their archetypes, this focus on the character they are; the way they see themselves not merely as human but as a walking concoction of every character they have turned into and out of. they depend on their archetypes to give them meaning. rio uses these archetypes to remind us of the submersion of her characters. they weren’t flat, their intentional lack of dimension due to their pasts is what makes them so intricate. furthermore, there's an evident subversion- the tyrant becomes a victim, the hero becomes a villain (they all become villains really), the ingenue becomes corrupted. like mentioned before, i think we forget ourselves easily reading this book but there is a great deal of emphasis on this being their last year- which is so important. the damage has been done and a lot of the issues people have with the content (or lack thereof) in this book has to do with the fact that it’s all things that would have occurred in books focusing on previous years at delletcher.

“it didn't live up to expectation” (also leading on from read tsh to this and being ‘disappointed’)

i cant argue this because its entirely subjective. whatever expectation was created for you, i cannot know that and appropriately respond however- if you liked the secret history and understood the secret history then there's a good chance you also liked and understood this book- even if not to the same extent but you must be able to recognize the authorial approach and its significance. i think a lot of ppl read iwwv (and a lot of “dark academia” texts and films) and hope to be able to romanticize the aesthetic or the concepts and then are disappointed when they are presented with mildly unlikeable and overwhelmingly human characters who aren’t easy to romanticize.

a great majority of these books are criticisms of the very culture you’re trying to romanticize, and the only time you’re willing to admit that is when boasting about the ‘self-awareness’ of the people indulging in them, and then a moment later complain about those same qualities because they don’t serve this idealized expectation.

bad rep for arts/liberal arts/ humanities students as being pretentious/cultish

as a humanities student with a great love for eng lit- all of these things are indeed pretentious and cultish. not all the time and not always and not every person- but it is a common theme. academia is overwhelmingly obsessive and extremely white-washed. people become so fast to believe that they are indulging in finer arts and are therefore a higher standard of person. academia is problematic. and the recent influx of people interested in it is good, very good because hopefully, we’ll be more diverse, more open-minded, more accepting. that's what i hope at least. if you know, as an individual, that you’re not a pretentious academic who places themselves above non-academics then that's wonderful- but there are dangers and negative sides to academia that need to be understood so that we can see to not perpetuating them.

i cant refute all points, mostly because there's a lot of good and well-explained criticism because no book is perfect. and my intentions are not to belittle anyone's opinion. these are merely opposing arguments, food for thought and to be fair- a critical look into why not everything is always going to be what we expect of it and why every ‘problem’ can be assessed.

#iwwv #if we were villains #iwwv critism #book review #tsh #dark academia #fanart

[anniesardors]

Thoughts on this episode??? Feel like there are a lot of people split on whether they liked it

Honestly anon? I have a lot of thoughts about this episode. Overall, I enjoyed it, but I also feel pretty split on certain parts. So here is the super long in depth answer you totally didn’t want: 

For starts, I loved the truckstead scene. It was everything. The way she teased him and called him adorable? The fact he was talking about his dad? That smug little look he had while he was trying to parallel park and impress her? That kiss? Ugh one of my favorite upstead scenes for sure.

The level of banter this episode was next level. 

The domestic upstead scene? I was thriving. That was some healthy communication. The way Jay was so ready to go to Voight to protect Hailey was so great to see. And the handholding? I melted. 

Now, moving away from the fluff….

I’m struggling with the fact that Hailey continued to cross lines in this episode. Hailey is smart and she is an amazing cop. And we saw in 8x11 that she said she wanted to be better. But then in this episode, she is crossing lines and personally, it felt like it was not for the sake of the case, but rather to prove to Voight that she could do it. To prove she was still objective and could do her job and be in this relationship. Maybe I am wrong, but it felt like Voight was in her head.

Which leads to Jay’s comment of “You jammed me up.” She did and it’s good that he called her out. I love that Jay is so far gone for Hailey, but I really love that he said something to her. It shows a healthy level of trust and respect, even if his words sounded angry. The real issue would have been if he had not said something and kept his feelings to himself, which he did not do.

Hailey realizes that her relationship is affecting her job. I appreciate that at the end, she isn’t denying it anymore and she is willing to do what she needs to to protect her relationship with Jay, even if it means having a new partner. She loves him enough to make that difficult decision, even if it’s not what she wants to do. Once again, we see Hailey choosing Jay over everything else and that speaks volumes to the strength of their relationship. 

That last conversation with Voight concerns me a bit. Because I think Hailey is going to start to overthink things about how her crossing lines affects Jay. I think between that and her argument with Jay, Hailey is going to have to do a lot of thinking and figure out where he wants to go from here. My hope is that it helps her evaluate what type of cops she wants to be, but there is a small part of me that is worried what she is going to do when she starts to overthink things. 

The fact that Voight did not split them up, though, gives me a lot of hope. First, it was nice to see even him acknowledge that they are better together and that they have been able to split the personal and professional well. Secondly, I think by keeping them together, he is letting Hailey know he thinks she can be better, she can do things the right way, and she can be the partner Jay needs. She just has to be careful. 

Look, I get couples fight and they have challenges. It’s normal. But this feels like a bit more than a one-time argument. The show runners have said we are going to explore the fact that they are different cops and that is what is happening. Hailey needs to make a decision about how she is going to police. Is she going to cross lines or do things the right way? I think her answer to that question is going to be important for how Upstead moves forward.

Now, this is not me being a Negative Nelly and saying upstead is going to break up or anything like that. And this is not me bashing Hailey, because if you know me, you know I am ridiculously obsessed with her. They have worked through challenging things before and I have no doubt they can do it again. But currently, Hailey has some decisions to make and they both need to willing to communicate with each other. I think their differences in policing and how it affects their relationship is going to be a major plot point for season 9 which is why we are getting some angst now. It sets up a potential future story line.

So, all in all, I think it was a good episode. I loved the sweet moments we got and I like that they are not shying away from the difficult parts of relationships too. Am I conflicted about some things? Yeah, definitely. Do I have some concerns moving forward? A few, but I have a lot of faith in this ship. I think this is a bit of a rough thing they are going to have to work through and it might be a little angsty while they do it, but overall, I think they are going to be good in the long run. Upstead is going to be more than fine y’all, even if this episode as a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. 

Our ship is strong. They are still partners and they are still in love. Everything is going to be okay! 

#chicago pd spoilers #upstead #anon asks

[ticklygiggles]

Pranks for Lucifer | The Fantastic Three

Collab with @otomiya-tickles

A/N: Huhu, we're at it again! It had been a hot minute since my sweet Ginny girl and I wrote something together, and of course we had to write something with our current obsession: Obey Me!

Summary: The Anti-Lucifer Squad is plotting again like always, and Lucifer complains about it to Diavolo and Barbatos. Minor mistake! Looks like his borthers and that human aren't the only ones he should be careful of!

Words: 2,493

"What kind of plan?" Barbatos asked curiously, munching on one of his favorite Madam Scream's Macarons, looking as carefree as he could be, even as he was sitting right beside his Master.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, not at Barbatos, but in general. He had been dealing with a particular trio all week and just told his two companions the gist of it.

"Now, you're probably overthinking, Lucifer!" Diavolo reasoned, his calm demeanor almost making Lucifer angry.

Of course he was not overthinking. He knew his brothers better than anyone, especially Belphie and Satan. They were always up to something, trying to embarrass and piss off Lucifer, and now they had found an ally and who knows what kind of pranks they pull in the Human World?

"I'm telling you," Lucifer said with a sigh, seeing how Barbatos reached out for another Macaron. "They're up to something. The human has been… extremely touchy these past few days,” he explained, recalling all the times he felt the human's hands on him only yesterday. "Faking they almost fell and landing on me, holding onto my sides and squeezing unnecessarily hard."

"Why do you say 'faking'?" Diavolo inquired, tilting his head to the side. "Humans are silly creatures and not as gracious. They tend to fall a lot, don't they?"

Barbatos chuckled behind a gloved hand and Lucifer looked at him cautiously, "Young Master, humans do tend to fall all the time, but is it not a little weird that Satan and Belphie seem to be there every single time it happens?"

"How do you know?" Lucifer asked, frowning a little.

Barbatos looked at him with a sided grin, "I have been watching too, Lucifer," he said and Lucifer couldn't stop the sudden warmth assaulting his cheeks, he cleared his throat.

"What? Why is Lucifer blushing?" Diavolo asked excitedly, pointing at Lucifer’s cheeks, which he tried to cover up with haste.

“Am not,” he said, but Barbatos already replied, “Hehe. Why My Lord, I think Lucifer is only telling us half of the story.” Lucifer turned his head rapidly, looking at Barbatos in surprise.

“What do you mean?” he asked, noticing the rather teasy look on Barbatos’ face.

“You act like you don’t know. But don’t go tell us something without finishing the story,” Barbatos continued, and Diavolo looked from one to the other, chirping happily “what what?”.

“There is nothing more I need to tell you except that they have been acting strange. Suspicious brothers, touchy human, end of the story,” Lucifer argued calmly, but his heart was racing. When he welcomed Barbatos and Diavolo into his private office and they spotted the scheming trio hopping around Lucifer’s door before bolting off, he thought he could explain briefly how they had been acting funny all this time.

Obviously he knew all their tricks and plans, and among them was one particular thing they were plotting: they were trying to tickle him, but was that really a detail he should mention? Ah, he shouldn’t have underestimated Barbatos. He tried to shrug it off and took his teacup for a few hasty sips, burning his lips slightly.

“Hmm,” Barbatos hummed, looking not so impressed.

“He is all flustered,” Diavolo observed aloud, still sounding slightly confused, but intrigued.

“Am not,” Lucifer sighed again.

"He does," Barbatos mumbled with a smirk as he reached for yet another macaron. "Can My Lord guess what Lucifer's brothers and that funny human are trying to do?"

"Don't," Lucifer warned, looking at Barbatos with nasty eyes and then at Diavolo. "There's nothing to guess, I was just letting you know since they were acting suspiciously when you-

"Are they trying to tickle him?" Lucifer widened his eyes slightly and he cursed when he felt the warmth over his cheeks creeping to his ears.

Barbatos covered his mouth as he let out a charming laugh. "My Lord really is quick," he said, clearing his throat. "Indeed, Lucifer didn't want to admit they're trying to tickle him. I think it's a fun prank," he teased, raising an eyebrow toward Lucifer and grinning wildly.

Lucifer growled just as Diavolo laughed brightly. "It is a good prank. I wonder if they'd found out where Lucifer is the most ticklish?"

"Shall we ask them?"

"Don't you dare," Lucifer said, feeling his stomach doing a little awkward flutter, his heart racing. "Look, I just thought briefly that they were trying to do so-

"To do what?" Diavolo asked with a grin just as wild as Barbatos'.

Lucifer stared at him. Of course he was going to force him to say it, he swallowed and settled into the couch, trying to look calm. "To tickle me, but of course they wouldn't dare to try something so childish."

The happy smirks at the sound of the word they were waiting for really made Lucifer feel uncomfortable, and he unconsciously tensed up completely, keeping the teacup in his lap as if it could offer some protection.

“No, perhaps they would not,” Barbatos said calmly. Lucifer’s heart was pounding against his chest. As much as he felt himself driven into a corner by these two, he refused to make the first move. The silence between Barbatos’ and Diavolo’s words seemed to take ages too, making the anticipation only grow.

“But we do. Don’t we Barbatos?” Diavolo said gleefully, confirming Lucifer’s fears.

“Yes, we do. I think Lucifer should drink his tea first,” Barbatos said. Lucifer really tried not to show how flustered he was getting here. They were just calmly plotting to tickle him now after all this, right in his face?

“Please do not lower yourselves to my brothers’ level,” he tried to argue, clenching the cup carrying the hot liquid in his hand. They were going to tickle him, they definitely were. He had to get out of this.

Diavolo chuckled, shaking his head softly. "When you know where Lucifer is ticklish, there's no such thing as lowering levels," he said calmly and Lucifer noticed how Diavolo's eyes were intently looking at his cup of tea, waiting for Lucifer to drink the whole thing.

This tea was the only thing protecting him from an inevitable attack, so he clung to his cup, not caring if the liquid grew cold.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw Barbatos moving forward and Lucifer couldn't help but flinch backward with a soft gasp. Barbatos and Diavolo laughed softly.

"What is wrong, Lucifer?" Barbatos asked, grabbing a third macaron. "Are you a bit jumpy now?"

Lucifer wanted to disappear. "Why are you doing this?" He nearly whined, eyeing his companions and then the door of his room. "I'll kick you both out of here if you do anything funny," he warned.

"Now, Lucifer. Why are you being so mean? We just want to have some fun!" Diavolo said, overly excited. "And since you already finished your tea, I'm sure you want to have fun too, right?"

"My-!" Lucifer looked down and he widened his eyes. His cup was empty! Not even a single drop of tea inside. "What- how did you- No." It was no use though. Diavolo gently placed a hand on Lucifer’s leg while Barbatos leaned forward and easily and gracefully snatched the empty cup from his hands. Lucifer grabbed after it as if it would do him anything good, but Diavolo’s hand moved from his knee to his arm while Barbatos put the cup on the table.

“Shall we start?” he asked eagerly. Barbatos chuckled. “Please do not ask me, My Lord. It is your call.” Oh, that it was. Diavolo dove after Lucifer like a happy child, instantly grabbing ahold of his torso with wiggling and digging fingers. Lucifer gasped, but on his other side appeared Barbatos.

“S-stop, you two t-this isn’t.. H-hey!” he gasped, managing to hide his laughter so far, but still, they were going too far! Barbatos placed a hand gently on his knee and squeezed, firm enough to make Lucifer jolt a little.

“Sensitive as ever,” he said, and it sounded like a compliment, but Barbatos was smirking and ahhh Lucifer really wanted to squirm out of here, but he only felt Diavolo hold onto him tighter.

“Hey hey where do you think you’re going?” he teased, his fingers on his torso spreading out and digging in more firmly. Lucifer gasped again, fighting back any sort of laugh or giggle that threatened to come out.

“You’re aha- you’re beheing like Belphie and Sata-ahh!” Lucifer felt his ability to resist slip away more and more.

“Yes, your brothers! I understand this is what they wanted to see,” Diavolo replied, his fingers attacking Lucifer’s sides with frantic enthusiasm. When this didn’t give him the reaction he desired, the rapidly wiggling digits moved up higher and prodded against Lucifer’s lower ribs.

Diavolo's fingers rubbed the right spot over Lucifer's lower ribs, the sensation making him spasm heavily before soft, embarrassing giggles started to pour out of his mouth.

"Oh, well done, Young Master," Barbatos said and Lucifer tried to compose himself, but he was giggling already and he knew he couldn't stop now. The dam was broken.

"S-Stohohop im-immehehehediately!" Lucifer giggled, closing his eyes and feeling his cheeks burning as he got a hold of Diavolo's wrists. "I s-swehehear I wo-ahahaha!"

Lucifer kicked his legs as he felt Barbatos' hand creeping up his thighs from his knee, squeezing at the flesh near his inner thighs.

His giggling surely turned a bit more frantic and Barbatos chuckled. "Do not forget, My Lord, that Lucifer has an extremely ticklish lower body."

Lucifer growled and he felt embarrassed, exposed, humiliated by the fact that Barbatos knew this information about him. He hated how observant he wa-

"What? Right here?" Diavolo asked and Lucifer threw his head back with loud laughter as Diavolo's fingers suddenly vibrated against his lower belly. He bucked forward in an instant reflex, dropping against Diavolo who carefully steadied him with a hand on his shoulder while his fingers continued to knead the taut flesh of his lower belly.

“Diahah-a-Ahh Bahaharbatos nohoho!” Lucifer whined shamefully as he squirmed against Diavolo and Barbatos picked up his leg so he could squeeze all around his knee, including the back of it. Lucifer simply lay squeezed in between them, writhing and giggling uncontrollably. He felt his ticklishly assaulted stomach flutter even more from the inside when he heard the two men chuckle charmingly.

“I have not seen Lucifer enjoy himself this much in a while,” Diavolo said fondly. His hand that held Lucifer’s shoulder moved down and playfully squeezed Lucifer’s lower side, making him arch back again, gasping loudly.

“Eehehehehe y-you two are so- aahaha!”

Barbatos chuckled, "What, so you are not denying it, Lucifer? Are you enjoying yourself?"

Wanting to sound intimidating, Lucifer growled, but uncontrollable giggles filtered in as Barbatos moved his nimble fingers from Lucifer's knee, squeezing their way up to his inner thigh.

"Cuhuhuhurses! Stahahahap!" Lucifer threw his head back against Diavolo's shoulder, quickly turning it to the side to avoid that ridiculous gentle look he always gave him when Lucifer laughed so carefreely like this.

"He is still not denying it," Diavolo teased, clawing at Lucifer's lower stomach with one hand and tickling his lower side with the other, his thumb gently pressing against a pressure point on Lucifer's side that positively made him cackle and arch his back.

This was so humiliating! He couldn't stop his laughter and they kept finding and abusing sensitive spots that made him jerk and shriek and the worst part that he was not… totally hating this.

“Ahahah! Nohoho - ughheheehhe…” From wording various protests, Lucifer felt himself slowly calm down until he was merely squirming against Diavolo and giggling and laughing breathlessly. Once in a while he would mutter a soft “S-stohohop!” but strangely he kind of found acceptance in the fact that these two were going to tickle him until they were pleased.

By the time they were, Lucifer was breathing heavily, still chuckling and giggling a little. “A-are you done?” he asked, wheezing tiredly. The two men chuckled as well.

“Yes, Lucifer. We are done,” Barbatos said, finally sitting back and going back to enjoying the macaroons.

“That was fun! It was fun right, Lucifer?” Diavolo said, and Lucifer wasn’t quick enough to snap back, blushing slightly and his lips moving wordlessly.

“He is still not denying it. My guess is, he thinks so too,” Barbatos said, nodding with this satisfied look on his face. Lucifer tried to glare, but found himself failing to.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” he muttered, still short of breath, but he couldn’t fight the urge to smile again.

Lucifer shifted until he was resting against the back of his sofa instead of Diavolo's body, and as he cleared his throat, Barbatos gave him a refilled cup of tea. Lucifer mumbled a soft 'thank you' and his hands shook as he grabbed the cup.

Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle and Lucifer glared, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Are you sure you'll keep eating those?" He pointed at the macarons with a move of his chin. "You're going to get... soft," he teased and Barbatos raised an eyebrow.

"What? Soft like this?" He asked and Lucifer gasped when his cup disappeared from his hands before Barbatos' fingers clawed at his upper thigh. "Did you eat many macarons, Lucifer?"

"Ahahahare- are y-you cahahahalling me f-fahahat?!!" He squeaked, kicking his leg and pushing at Barbatos' hand.

The butler stopped and he basically swallowed a fifth macaron as Diavolo laughed at the scene, giving Lucifer his cup back.

"Ah, but it's a shame you don't want your brothers to see you laughing like that, Lucifer," Diavolo said, smiling brightly at Lucifer. "You look so beautiful laughing so carefree!"

Lucifer's cheeks flushed again and he let out a sigh, covering his eyes with one hand. "I told you to stop with the compliments, Diavolo."

"Doesn't Lucifer look absolutely beautiful when he laughs, Barbatos?"

Barbatos hummed, nodding his head as he drank a bit of tea. "Really beautiful, his brothers would probably be mesmerized… or scared?"

Lucifer snorted. "I don't wish my brothers to see me like this. They wouldn't let me live."

"Oh! So it's okay if we do it?" Diavolo asked and Lucifer swore he saw a tail wagging behind him.

He opened his mouth to say something back, but no words came out and instead, his cheeks turned red again.

"He didn't deny it," Diavolo said and Barbatos chuckled. "He did not, My Lord. Then, I guess that is a yes."

Lucifer cleared his throat, and closing his eyes, he drank more tea, trying to hide a smile behind his cup. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Yes. Only these two demons could ever have the chance to do something as humiliating as tickling him, after all, he also had a free pass to get a little revenge on them.

#Obey Me #Obey Me! #Lucifer #Diavolo #The fantastic Three #Obey me! Shall we date? #mia's things #mia's fics #collaboration #collab #ticklish!Lucifer

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 14: Masquerade

(from ‘The Winter and The Crown’)

…in which there are intruders in the castle.

Word count: 3.1k

AU: queen!y/n, commander!harry

Description: Y/N and Harry set off on a new adventure to find ‘the cure’ for an ancient curse, meanwhile, the enemies are plotting to take her kingdom.

Wattpad link (Reyna as Y/N aka “Peach”)

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Y/N had danced her third dance of the night with her third partner. The entire time, she'd kept searching the room for Harry. Where was he? It wasn't like him to promise that he'd be here and not show up. She blamed all the trauma she'd gone through for her being too guarded and anxious, yet she trusted her gut instinct, and tonight, it was telling her to be careful.

The crowd broke into applause at the end of another dance, and Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder.

"May I have a word with you in private?" Lance asked, eyeing Y/N's dance partner. The man took the hint and bowed goodbye to Lance and Y/N. Lance gave Y/N a mysterious grin as he gestured with his hand toward the door, letting her walk first.

"You seem anxious," he pointed out once they were alone in the corridor and the orchestra music became muffled.

"How anxious?" she asked, pulling off her mask.

He kept his mask on, holding his hands together behind his back. "Right now? Not as much as before." He offered a calming smile. "I'm sorry. Is this a bad time to talk about politics?"

"It's never a good time, but go ahead."

Lance hummed his agreement. "I didn't see Mary tonight. I thought Jo was supposed to keep an eye on her."

"She's being kept an eye on. Don't worry. Her room is being guarded," Y/N said, arms crossed. "What's wrong?"

Lance inhaled deeply, catching his breath. "She was to betray us. She was a spy for Calanthe. She told you to go to the North mountain because Calanthe wanted you to lead her there. She also wanted to find the lake. But her plan failed because the forest protected its secrets from outsiders like her."

Y/N's stomach dipped. "How long have you known this?"

"Weeks."

"And you decided to wait until now to tell me?"

"Look," Lance breathed, raking his fingers through his dark locks. "I was going to wait until after tonight because you'd gone through so much–"

"So what made you decide to tell me in the middle of my dance?"

Lance worked his jaw. For once, he was inarticulate. "This might sound stupid, but...it was my gut feeling telling me to tell you right away."

Y/N bit her lip. "So...why are you keeping this a secret? Why are you protecting the witch?"

Lance hesitated. "I don't want to hurt Jo..."

"Jo?" It took Y/N a moment to realize what he meant. Her heart dropped. "Oh, no, Jo...She was looking for someone tonight. I thought it was you."

"No," Lance chuckled, shaking his head. "Jo doesn't like me like that. Or at all."

"Everyone likes you."

"Is that so?" His eyebrow lifted in amusement. "Well, I'm very flattered, Your Majesty, but I don't think me being likeable could do much good for us. Calanthe has a plan."

"What plan?" Y/N scoffed. "Is there something else you're not telling me?"

"It's not a fact, just my speculation."

"Go ahead."

Lance rubbed his chin. "Well, I think George Wallace was murdered, but not by one of our people."

Y/N took a moment to let that sink in. "What are you implying? That it was a setup?"

Lance nodded, his eyebrows knitted. Y/N watched his grey eyes dance behind the mask as he observed his surroundings before lowering his voice. "They sent him here to kill him. He was the bait. No one would suspect Calanthe to sacrifice her most trusted advisor."

"Harry said the same thing," Y/N said and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"What?"

Her head shot up. She blinked at Lance. "What?"

Lance cocked his head to the side. "Is everything all right between you two?"

The question wasn't sarcasm with the intention of taunting her. Lance genuinely cared about her feelings despite his own. Knowing so, she could not help but think about what he'd said the other night and earlier on the dance floor. First and last dance...

No. She was overthinking again. She wasn't allowed to have these thoughts. This political chaos was already too much to handle. There was no time for personal business.

"Nothing is all right, Lance. You know that," Y/N answered with a soft sigh.

Lance nodded, his lips pressed tightly together.

Just as the uncomfortable silence threatened to creep back in, a guard showed up, gasping for air as he bowed to Y/N and Lance. Y/N thought to herself, 'Not another dead body,' and her limbs went numb as she remembered that Harry was nowhere to be found tonight. He could be anywhere in the castle. Who knew what could have happened to him?

"Your Majesty," the guard said between laboured breaths. "There are intruders in the castle."

"Where?" asked Lance, his fingers secured around his sword-hilt.

"The west wing," the guard said. "Commander Harry saw someone."

"Where's Harry?" Y/N asked, her stomach knotted. She unconsciously reached for the sword at her side, only to be reminded that she was wearing a ball gown, and there was still a dance going on behind those doors. She was stupid and careless enough to have gathered all the important people here tonight.

"The Commander went after the intruder, Your Majesty. We suspect there are more than one."

"Fucking idiot!" cried Y/N as she picked up her skirt and ran. She heard Lance telling the guard to keep the ballroom secured and make sure no one came and left. Then he chased after her.

If that idiot Harry didn't die tonight, she would kill him with her bare hands.

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Harry wanted to skip the dance. People had been whispering about him since he'd returned, so he didn't want to draw more attention to himself by dancing with the Queen herself. However, he'd promised Y/N he'd be there for her, and he never wanted to let her down. And so he deliberately took a bit longer to get ready just to show up late and blend right into the crowd.

The castle was so quiet tonight with almost everyone being in the ballroom. Harry could hear the music all the way from his chamber. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before adjusting his mask and leaving for the dance. He was accompanied by a guard, which made him quite uncomfortable. Still, he knew it was all for his safety. Everyone must be careful after the murder of George Wallace.

"Help!" a scream tore through the night, causing both Harry and the guard to whirl around. A shadow dashed out of the darkness and crashed right into him. He caught the person with both arms and was terrified to find that it was a woman covered in blood.

Mary.

"Help!" she choked, tears streaming down her scarred face. Her hands were shaking as she smeared blood all over his shirt. "They're...they're dead! They wanted to kill me!"

"Who?"

"The guards," Mary sobbed, her face as white as the moon-washed floor. "They're dead! A man killed them and...was chasing after me! He had a weapon!"

"Take her somewhere safe," Harry told the guard, pulling Mary up to her feet.

"You're not coming, Commander?" the guard asked Harry.

Harry opened his mouth to answer when all of a sudden, he spotted a tall and slim figure lurking in the shadows of the corridor. It vanished in a blink of an eye. Harry knew it headed to the courtyard for there was nowhere else to go.

"There are intruders in the castle," Harry told the guard, his heart pounding. "Send backups. Alarm the King and Queen!" And without waiting for the guard or Mary to stop him, Harry ran after whom he assumed was the murderer.

He didn't stop until he was deep in the garden. The snow was falling peacefully all around while the beating of his heart accelerated. Thousands of tiny candles dotted ledges hidden throughout the topiaries. It would have seemed magical had the fog ever lifted. Now the little lights played strangely with the mist, creating shadowy phantoms, there one moment and gone the next. Harry gripped his sword with cold and numb fingers, overwhelmed with anxiety as he scanned his eyes around.

Suddenly, he became aware of another's presence behind him and swung his sword just in time to deflect the blow. The person stumbled back. A clang of metal on metal. A whoosh. Harry let out a gasp as he felt the cold tip of the blade at his throat. Meanwhile, he was holding his sword with an outstretched hand, pointing straight at Lance's heart.

"You," Lance said, catching his breath. He seemed relieved, which confused Harry.

"You!"

"Peach!" Harry and Lance bounced away from each other as Y/N rushed up to them. She looked beautiful in her golden dress, yet she also looked angry...

"Mind explaining what happened?" she asked before Harry could open his mouth. Lance put his sword away, assessing Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"Someone killed the guards outside Mary's room," Harry said, hating the way Y/N's face grew grim. "They tried to kill her but she escaped."

Y/N groaned as she hugged her arms around her chest, gooseflesh rippling over all that bare skin. It was far too cold to be out.

"You shouldn't be here," Harry said. Y/N's eyes sharpened furiously at him. He was expecting her to snap when a broken branch alerted the three of them.

"Y/N!" cried Lance, but he didn't react fast enough. Y/N had yanked the sword out of his hand and chased after the figure. Harry could see it a bit clearer now. It looked like a man wearing a dark cloak. He exchanged horrified looks with Lance and both sprinted after Y/N and the intruder.

"Show your face!" Y/N shouted as she studied the garden in silence. From where they stood, the ballroom, shining so brightly inside, could barely be seen. The orchestra's music echoed eerily in the fog. Y/N looked half-crazed. Her words came out in smoke. "Surrender and maybe I'll spare your life."

There were footsteps padding towards them, gaining speed, closing the distance. There was more than one person.

As they closed in, Harry spun around. He drew his sword and struck at eye level. A cry of pain answered him. Y/N deflected the blow and lunged with her sword, which met with the figure's blade which gleamed in the moonlight. Beside Harry, Lance was dodging every strike. He was quick, yet unable to fight back without a weapon.

Harry heard Y/N mutter something under her breath, her eyes met his for a second, and he could see the helplessness in them. She wanted to protect Lance.

Harry took down the man charging at him with a swing of his sword before thrusting it right through the one cornering Lance. Lance looked up at him, wide-eyed, breathing out smoke. He hadn't expected Harry to help him.

Y/N's sudden cry startled both men. They turned. Like a silver snake, the last intruder's sword shot out and caught Y/N in the shoulder. She fell with a hard thud to the ground.

"Peach!"

"Y/N!"

Lance and Harry bolted towards her. The murderer took that chance to flee, disappearing into the fence maze when Harry looked up. The heavily falling snow had covered all the footsteps like a perfect accomplice. The garden returned to its peacefulness as if there hadn't been a crime committed against the Queen.

"I'm fine," Y/N said, wincing as she held her shoulder. Red blood was trickling down her skin, staining the snow, bringing back to Harry the unpleasant memories of those nights in the woods. He was reminded once again that he could lose her any moment if they weren't careful.

Lance put an arm around her as he helped her stand up. Harry tore his sleeve and wrapped the piece of fabric around her wound to temporarily stop the blood. His heart ached as he watched her bite back the pain. Blood had stained her beautiful dress. Then, Harry noticed that Lance was looking at her with the same agony in his eyes. It was like looking into a mirror. Harry and Lance both hurt the same.

"Y/N!"

"Your Majesty!"

Jo and five guards finally showed up. Jo gasped into her palms when she saw that Y/N was bleeding. "Oh, Y/N, you're hurt!"

"Took you long enough!" Lance snapped at the guards. "I would have had all of you beheaded had something bad happened to the Queen!"

The guards muttered their apologies which were silenced by Lance's raised hand.

"I don't think they wanted me dead," Y/N spoke. She sounded strangely calm for someone who'd just been stabbed. "If they did, they would've killed me already."

"They're here for the witch. They knew she betrayed them," Lance said.

"Betray?" Jo muttered.

Lance's expression shifted. Harry reckoned that Lance hadn't meant to let Jo find out this way. Harry wasn't sure he was more shocked by the news or Jo's reaction to it. He had never seen her so genuinely hurt by anyone that wasn't Y/N.

"She was a spy for Calanthe," said Y/N, seemingly too in pain to acknowledge her friend's pained expression. "Don't worry. We'll take care of that."

"You're not going to...hurt her, are you?" Jo said, her voice wavering.

Lance placed a hand on Jo's shoulder. For the first time, he was showing sympathy with a servant. "We're not. Don't worry."

Jo nodded, yet the uncertainty was etched on her face as she wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist, escorting her back inside.

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Harry lit a candle beside Y/N's bed. She was lying on her back, watching him. Her shoulder had been bandaged. It didn't hurt as much as before yet she could not shake off the fear she'd felt earlier in the garden. She wished she'd seen those men's faces. She believed they were the Monks. Calanthe had either sent them here to kill the witch or to light a match that would start a war.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hand placed over of hers.

"About what?" she chuckled. "Tonight wasn't your fault."

"You came to the garden to find me."

"Yes, I did it by choice." She squeezed his fingers and cracked a reassuring smile. "I can take care of myself. Don't you worry. I'm brave."

"I know," Harry sighed. "Brave people tend to get themselves in trouble."

Y/N snorted as she rolled her eyes. "Trouble follows me everywhere I go. So many people have wanted me dead. But look at me now. I'm the Queen, and I'm not losing my crown to anyone. I'm not letting them take my father's kingdom."

Harry exhaled, a smile playing on his lips. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she said.

There was a knock on the door. "Y/N?"

"It's–"

"Lance," Harry said, his expression unreadable.

The door creaked open and Lance poked his head into the room, looking surprised to see Harry there. "I'll leave," Lance said.

"No, I'll leave," Harry said, smiling at Y/N. "Goodnight, my queen." Then, he kissed her hand and got up to go.

"Hey," Lance stopped him halfway through the door. "Thank you for earlier."

"No problem," Harry replied. With just that, he was gone, shutting the door on his way out.

"Glad to see my fake future wife still alive," Lance said as he made his way to the bed to sit down at Harry's previous spot.

Y/N let out a light laugh. "I'm sorry I took your sword."

Lance squinted his eyes in amusement. "Yeah, and still, you managed to get yourself hurt."

She scowled at him and punched his shoulder as a joke. He pretended to wince in pain before busting out laughing. "Sorry." Lance cleared his throat, suppressing a grin. "How's your shoulder?"

"It hurts less. Thanks for asking."

"It wasn't like you to be so careless," he said.

Y/N pursed her lips. "I was distracted."

"By?"

"I was...worried you'd get hurt," she mumbled. Even without looking at him, she could still feel his notorious smirk growing wider.

"Don't let that happen on the battlefield," he said. "I can take care of myself, with a sword, of course. But you should always remember that the enemy wants your head more than mine."

Y/N swallowed hard as Lance reached out his hand. She watched him ponder for a second before gathering enough courage to place his hand on top of hers. Just like Harry had before. Harry's touch had been natural and comfortable. As for Lance, she felt him turning into a bundle of nerves.

"You're too good for me," she said.

His eyes danced as he chuckled. "No one is too good for anyone." Then he sucked in a breath. "I hope we'll both be alive after this."

"We will," she said even though she was unsure.

"What will happen then?"

"We get married. For our kingdoms."

Lance's smile faltered. He clenched his jaw and looked away, his fingers sliding off hers. "We don't have to if Calanthe's dead," he whispered.

"Our people expect a wedding."

Lance shook his head and switched his gaze back to her. "Forget what the people want. What do you want, Y/N?"

"I can't just forget what the people want. I'm their queen."

Lance's lips slightly parted yet he said nothing more. It was hard to tell if he'd run out of arguments or simply didn't want to start.

"Let's try to stay alive and find out," he said with a thin smile. "Goodnight."

She watched him get up, looking rather weary. The complete opposite of the charming king he'd been at the dance.

"Why did you say it was our last dance?" she asked before he reached the door.

He looked over his shoulder, lips curled to the side. "It was a joke. Because you said you didn't want to dance with me, which I hope was also a joke."

"It was." She gave a small smile. "I loved dancing with you."

"Good," he said, weakly. "Rest well, Y/N."

"So do you," Y/N said.

As quietly as a shadow, Lance slipped out of the room.

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[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE (vi)

okay but that gif sent me to blazing hell, anyways! this is the 6th installment to the series! i hope you enjoy! it’s kinda a filler chapter to make straighten the plot line, thank you for reading! MASTERLIST for earlier chapter.

WARNINGS : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, no actual smut, allusions to sex and pre-BDSM talk, traumatic past, Huge Build up (sorry loves), Cheesy fluffs.

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

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{ love is a world of it’s own, that lives in the heart not in the head. -Diana & Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds }

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I love you

I love you.

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The next morning, had me smiling. It was the longest sleep i’ve gotten in awhile and one that doesn’t have nightmares, all because he’s here. Spencer’s here, i shuddered as i felt his arms tightened around my waist and his legs tangled with mine. It felt so good just to know that we’re both safe and sound inside each other’s embrace, even if it’s temporary.

I listened to his breathing for awhile, he sounded so calm, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to ease all of his worries and soothe the very thing that had him overthinking everything. His mind is a complicated place, he said so to me one time that “You never know what its like to be the prisoner of your own mind.” he didn’t know then that i’m still trying to get out of mine.

I bit my lip hard, as the memories from last night flooded back, i used to promised myself to not say any of my past to anyone, but now Spencer knows and i’m terrified that something will happen to him. Bad things tend to occur when they know the real me, and i won’t let anything happen to Spencer.

I shake away my bad thoughts and move on to the more exciting time of the night, god— i could still feel the way he touched me, the way he whispered so cruelly yet so lovingly. It was different from the first time we had sex, he was gentle whereas that time he was rough, dominant. I love both Reid’s, and yet i just can’t seem to get the thought out of my head, “How did he know that much about Dominance and Submissive play?” It’s not just common knowledge on how to perfectly bound someone or edge someone right? according to your experience, His techniques were as sophisticated as someone who had years of BDSM training.

“I could’ve sworn that dream was real.” Spencer’s morning voice pulled me out of my thoughts, i turned my head to see him before flashing him a smile and giggled. “Penny for your dreams then?”I muttered jokingly which he told me that it involved me and him, i stifled my laugh as i hid my face on his neck, immediately feeling the immense calmness radiated from his scent alone.

“Remember that one time, on the picasso signature case?” He mumbled sleepily against my hair, “how could i not remember? that case is the one that changes everything.” I looked up to him then, ran my fingers through his hair.

“I remembered just how flushed you are, i always liked you since the beginning, i just.. i just don’t know how your reaction would be so i kept it a secret.” He paused to look down at me, tucking my hair behind my ear, then continue,

“But then i started noticing little.. changes in your behavior, so i observed you for weeks which i know is creepy but hey.. i was practically in love with you at that point, you got anxious a lot around me which you hid it really well but then that one time during a case you just completely went flushed and your pupils were dilated, your breathing labored— which convinced my theory.” He explained, with eyebrows raised and a smirk itching to appear on his godforsaken lustful lips.

“Mmm, which is what Dr.Reid?” I batted my eyelash up at him, not knowing where my sudden burst of confidence appeared from but not caring either. “That you feel the same way about me, if not romantically, then at least sexually.” There it is, his lips curved up at one side— i was about to answer but beat me to it- leaned against my ear and whispered, “Stop with the act or i’ll spank your ass purple.”

“Oh Spencer, you’re saying it like it’s something i wouldn’t love.” I scoffed as i sit up on the bed, then straddled his hips. My respond lit up something inside him, something primal that i can see it in his eyes, his demeanor changed 180 which sent thrill to my skin.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“I think i am, and so are you.”

“Oh i am pet, It’s fascinating how much you think you have control when it’s been showed clearly on who’s in charge, by the marks on your skin, and the burning sensation between your legs.” It felt like he poured all the molten lava on top of me to leave me burning, the way he said all of that turned me on beyond belief.

“You forget that i’m in control of you, and by so i can take away the things you ‘love’, when we talk about our relationship later, i’ll make sure spanking won’t be in the list of punishments— since you’re such a needy masochist.” I can’t help but to whine at his words, only to confirm all he said is true, true to every damn detail.

“S-Sorry sir and yes we need to talk about it..” I was so flustered i couldn’t think of anything else but that, i knew if i asked for him to touch me now he would just laughed, so maybe i can try to get back in his good mercy.

“There you go, you have manners after all. We’ll talk about it over breakfast, go and shower, i’ll make french toast.” He make sure to kiss my lips before patting my bum as a signal that I need to get up, which i happily did so. “Oh and sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir?”

“If i find you touching whats mine, Expect to be denied with ruined orgasms for a week.”

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The smell of french toast cooking hit my nose on the perfect Sunday morning as i stepped out of the bathroom, quickly drying myself off then went to my closet to pick out an outfit that was both comfy but also would make Spencer goes crazy. I smiled as i saw a vintage dress i’ve owned since college, it was a Sabrina type dress that stopped right above my cleavage, showing plenty of skin from there up to my neck.

I put on the dress quickly, decided not to apply any make up, and comb my hair to let it fall freely. I stand in front of the mirror to see how i looked, the sight made me shiver, the marks he had given me last night littered all over the exposed skin of my neck down to my collarbones, I bit my lips at the thought of bearing more of his mark as a way to show everyone that he owns me. Body and soul.

After a good 5 minutes, i snapped out of my thoughts and head downstairs right to where Spence is plating the french toast. “Go sit on the table. I’m almost done” He ordered, so i sit down, waiting for him to finally see me, my knees bounced against the table as i waited in anticipation.

“Y/N stop being anxious, your knees keeps—“ He demanded, only to be cut off when he saw me. He stopped dead at his track, holding both plates in each hand, his eyes widened a little as his breathing got labored at the sight of me, Spencer bit his lip hard taking a deep breath, before placing your plates in front of me, and his plate opposite of mine.

As you thought he was about to sit, he strolled to my side, hands immediately gripped my jaw and pulled me out of my seat— his hand are so tight around my jaw, i’m sure it’ll bruise, good. I took in the state of him, like i could see the red in his eyes as his were burning holes through my skull.

Then his grip moved lower to my neck, grasped it softly, not enough for it to bruise but enough to give me a warning. “You have no idea how much i want to put a nice collar on your neck, and bend you over this desk right now.” He whispered roughly, his other fingers trailed against my lips side to side.

I opened my mouth so he can pushed them in, letting me suckle on them as he chuckled “We’ll talk first, we have a lot to talk about. But since you’re pretty adamant on teasing my like this, if you agree to be mine later after we establish how this is going to work— best believe i’m going to ruin you.” My knees buckled at his proposition, Doesn’t he realized that i’m already his? He owns me the moment i let him open me up inside out.

“Bribing me already Dr.Reid?”

“Oh baby, i’ll make sure you’ll earn your lesson.”

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You moaned the second you tasted that sinful french toast, god isn’t Spencer supposed to be terrible at cooking? then how come this tastes like literal heaven? the perfectness oozes out of this fine looking toast dripping with hon—

“You’re really testing me now, Y/N.” He intertwined his fingers around each other before putting them in front of him, the manner suggest proper intimidation, clearly it worked for you. You replied with a whisper “Sorry sir, it’s really good.”

“Before we start to discuss our relationship, i’ll allow you to ask me questions about anything and everything that’s been going on. You gave me closure yesterday, and i shall give you closure too.” You kept eye contact as you wonder what to ask, which one of the thousands of questions in-your head that you were going to ask.

“Y/N?”

“How um how’d you find out about me? my past?” You nervously asked, this is something important to you, if Spencer truly found out then sooner or later you’ll have to face the consequences of everyone finding out too, probably even deeper than what’s Spencer been digging.

“I had my suspicions for awhile, when you first joined, you looked way too trained to be 25. No one is that trained unless they have basic skillset, everyone were suspicious too but decided to not question anything. But like i said,” His eyes were sharp, and you can feel the goosebumps rises at the sound of his tone. God he always managed to make you nervous.

“You intrigued me. So i did some digging of my own, asked Garcia to hand me your file, to my surprise before the age of 14 Y/N Bones never existed, Your surrogate father is smart, but he still leaves crumb Y/N. I’m just surprised the bureau didn’t question it when you joined,” He paused as he clench and unclench his jaw, the sight alone made me squirm in my seat, i’m not sure if i’m even listening at this point.

“So i searched deeper, even asked one of my friends Elle to do a deep background search about you so that it’s not someone on the team, and we both found out that you.. breezed your way through the psych eval that you have an astounding result. Your records are squeaky clean yet, there are pictures of you when you were 17 so we generate how you might’ve looked like when you were 10 to 15 years old and then we found...”

“The missing kid from a mob murder house in Italy, last seen by the chauffeur that was killed moments after he talked to the police, the poor guy was new— he never been briefed on what happened when something like that occurred.” You finished his statement as you looked down, your eyes closed momentarily as you tried to process that this man knows everything about you and now your secrets will be revealed to the world.

“Y/N, listen to me,” You’re that good at controlling your face whenever someone confronted you, thats why you’re able to breezed through your basic psych eval like a magnet. “Let me see you, not the walls you’ve put up.” Then when he said that, you felt like you never really knew yourself, all these years, you’ve put up a persona that was strong enough to handle everything even if you chipped away apart of your psyche every time something traumatic happened.

“This is me, Spence.. It’s who i want to be..”

“No, it’s killing you. All your life you’ve been directed, told what to do, controlled. But then you gained some sort of control when you finally was able to get free from your surrogate father, yet you don’t like it right out of the start so you keep up because that’s what kept you survive, get you inside the bureau so you won’t legally be touched once your father died, am i correct?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you tried everything to give up control again, you joined the club right?” That made you red in an instant, How the hell did he managed to know so much about you? you’ve tried your damn hardest to be discreet about it, event as far as going to the club thats far from where you lived.

“I-I, Spencer this is too much information..” You trailed as you bit your lips at the thought of him knowing the inside and out of you like you’re one of his book, part of you were glad that you don’t have to keep everything to yourself anymore, that you don’t have to worry about control— you want to relinquish control, and he’s the only one that has made you feel comfortable when you give him all of you, and you don’t want it to stop. But you two are coworkers, FBI agents in the same field nonetheless there’s no way Hotch would agree to anything you propose.

“I know it is, Y/N. But you don’t have to go through it all alone now okay? i’m here, i know and thats good.”

“What do i have to do? Tell Hotch the truth about my past?” You chewed your lower lips as you think about all the possibilities that could happen, one being the most obvious which includes you being investigated and then fired. Or there’s one where the FBI would uncover Mr.Bones’s ties to Italian mob, which means you put all of them in danger. Then there’s one—

“Stop it, stop thinking for a second, and stop biting your goddamn lips, i swear.” He took you by surprise as he went over to your side and place you on top of the table in front of him before sitting down on your seat himself. “I-I’m sorry, i just.. don’t know what to do.. i don’t want to resign or get fired, i love this job, you’re all my family.”

He took my hand in his, and hold it tight before pressing a kiss on each fingertips, “You’re way too valuable of an agent to get fired and Hotch knows that, love. The worst thing that can happen is they’ll investigate and you’ll be forced to tell them what happened and how it went from there. Y/N you have no absolute ties with them, you were a victim.”

“You don’t know how powerful they are, the reason why i wanted to be apart of this job is to go after them Spence, and i’m getting nowhere close to even find any trace of them.”

“As much of a genius as you are, combining 8 heads instead of one will have a different outcome.” He joked, which makes you chuckled as you sighed and nods “Can i think about it first?”

“Of course, but do know that they’ll find out whether you tell them or not. And it’s better if it’s coming from you, not genius detective work of Garcia.” He sternly remind you, as you nod, and smile at him, muttering a small “okay..”

“Now, do you have any other question?” He pulled you closer, his hand practically grasping your bum cheeks, making you blush. “I-um..” you stopped as the words you were about to let out got stuck on your throat.

“Y/N, when you’re being asked, speak up clearly.” He scolds, which made your heart twisting in an uncomfortable way, showing how much you hate it when he gets disappointed at you. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. um— how did you know so much aboutsubmissionanddominance?” You rushed the last bit as you close your eyes in embarrassment, He made you feel so timid.

“What was that, baby? Didn’t quite hear the last bit?” He muses with a wonderful smirk formed on his ridiculously handsome face which makes you want to roll your eyes but decided otherwise since you don’t wanna get punishment this early.

“Submission and Dominance, Sir.” He play his game, and so you will play yours, only fair right? oh he thought so, his lips quirked in amusement before chuckling,

“How do you think i found out about that club you joined hm?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you try to click things inside your head before you came to a realization...

“Spencer... are you— are you?”

He’s a goddamn member isn’t he?

“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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TBC! i know it’s short, like i said it’s only a filler chapter, since i have plenty of blurbs req, i’ll prioritize them first. So if you sent your reqs already, please be patient, they’re all coming soon!

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[unmanageable-day]

Come to me

PART 26.5 - next

masterlist / previous chapter: 26

Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image. ‘Gentleman’ seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you’re stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?

Genre. College!au, non-idol!au / friends to lover

Pairing. Joshua x y/n x S.Coups

wc / warning. 1k / prolly grammatical error, and nothing more, i guess? (does mentioning shua’s nickname of the holy jisoos count?? if anyone feels disturbed about it, please do let me know!)

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a/n: i’ve decided to cut this written part into two chapters. hope you still enjoy it, any comments are warmly welcomed! i have this rough draft ready looong time before those smau parts but it took me a while to rewrite it, so it is kinda tricky to connect all the dots hehe

You set the living room as if you were going on a picnic. Instead of a rug or carpet, you used a yoga mat covered with an old scarf—resulting in Joshua quietly laughed at this sudden creativity. The pizza box was wide opened between you and him. Yet what you two had in your hands were two scoops of ice cream. Joshua was the one suggesting to have this salty-sweet-salty-sweet eating pattern.

"Okay. Let's start with... why does everyone call you a gentleman? Oh, I think I've also heard about the holy Jisoos," you trailed off, stirring the ice cream on your cup.

Joshua chuckled. "I honestly have no idea. Some kids made that up. I mean, I do consider myself as a gentle person but I won't even call myself a gentleman."

You nodded slowly, a spoonful of ice cream went into your mouth.

"And, please, stop with the holy Jisoos. If I find out who started that, I think I will commit a murder," he said, rolling his eyes in annoyance. No one really had ever said this particular nickname right into his face, but still, it was the one he most despises of.

Unconsciously you watched his expression quite eagerly. It was probably the first rime you caught him making that face. Even he still kept his smile intact and never showed it if he was exhausted during overtime—unlike you who looked like a mess when it was past 9 PM in the office. And it was fascinating to hear him wanting to murder someone. Basically the word murder and his by-default smiley face simply didn't match.

He made eye contact and you were flustered. "Come on, ask me more questions," said him, looking as eager as you.

"Are you always this nice to people? I mean, not even a bad intention once a while?" That was the best filtered words you can arrange. The truth is, you wanted to ask 'are you sure you're not being fake with all that kindness?' but now that you think about it, it sounds very rude.

"I do plot some things. Well, not to random people, but to my friends." He shrugged, but his voice started to sound more excited. After the last bite of his ice cream, he took a slice of pizza. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

Your eyes got widened at that question. How can you not? You squinted your eyes, looking guilty. "You mean how I made you come late to your first class?"

"What? That was you?"

"... yeah?"

He paused. Tilting his head, he looked at you with puzzled expression. He surely remembered his first day of uni and the accident of coming late and getting scolded by one of the most legendary lecturer in campus because of somebody. Apparently he was too shocked to remember who it was.

“I know, I ran away when you went in to Prof. Lee’s class,” you shyly confessed, covering your face with your hands. “And our second meeting was not great either,” you mumbled.

“Was it coffee accident?”

You nodded.

He smiled wide to himself. Looking at you fondly, he continued, “I thought that was our first meeting. But knowing the truth of our first meeting, it was quite fascinating.”

“I know it’s probably too late, but I’m sorry about getting scolded by Prof. Lee and for ruining your white shirt.” You bowed down.

Still smiling, Joshua shook his head, suggesting to never mind it. “Anyway, about that white shirt..” A mischievous grin grew wider. "That’s not my shirt. It's Jeonghan's. Just a few days before my first day going to school, he dropped some ragu sauce on my shirt he wore. I was already plotting something, that was why I wore his clothes, but you unexpectedly did it for me. So..." He made a face, which strangely reminded you of Johnny’s ‘not my problem’ face.

"Wait, what?" You squinted in disbelief. "But you looked mad though?"

"I did?" The bambi eyes widened at your accusation. "Rather than mad, I think I was more shocked. I mean who wouldn't, right?"

Eventually, you two laughed it off. You were glad you cleared at least one unsettled matter with this guy.

"I'll confess one more thing. You can judge me as you please," he spoke rather excitedly and you just nodded. "You know, I often got anonymous love letters in my locker."

"People are still doing that like in Japanese comic?" you commented, holding your laugh.

"I know right. But that's not the point. Those letters, I never read them. Either I just leave it in my locker, or I just throw them away. Or sometimes Seokmin would read it for me, and still they ended up in the trash."

A dramatic gasp left your lips. "Oh my gosh, those poor girls.. Maybe they're just shy, you know? You should give them a chance." Instantly you realized what you said just changed the mood.

“Why don’t you give me a chance?” he calmly retorted.

You chewed your lips, unable to answer him right away.

"Y/N, I'm shy too, but since we were assigned for group project, I encourage myself to talk to you instead of sending anonymous letter." He tried to break the ice.

"Like you, Y/N, they only see me as someone with that too good to be true image. If they really mean it, why not approach me personally? You see, I had bad relationships too. There are many people who only like the way I look, the way I behave. How I don't really voice out, how I never show them if I'm angry, how I always say "it's okay" when things start going bad and "I'm sorry" even when the fault is not mine. They thought I'm 24/7 an angel who is never upset."

A small part of your heart just melted to finally see another side of Joshua Hong. You simply could feel the honesty. It was nice to see the ‘humane’ side of him, to see his emotion as he shared a bit about himself. Now you felt bad for having bad prejudice about him.

"There is one thing I’ve been wondering. Why me?" you asked carefully after observing him catching his breath.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "It's just interesting to see you. It looks like there are so many sides of you."

You looked at him, confused.

“When you're with me, do you notice you're very quiet? But when you're with Johnny, you turn into someone else and you express yourself easily. When you're with Mingyu, Seokmin, and Soonyoung, you change again. You play along with them, you get their jokes, overall it's like you're a child again playing with your friends. Then Wonwoo, you used to have that sheepish smile when you talk to him. And when you're with Seungcheol...” Joshua paused, clearing his throat and looked away. “It's clear how you're comfortable with him, you talk freely with him, as if he's an old friend. And the way you smile at him.. how could I not envy him?”

You attentively listened to him while trying to digest everything. You were quite flustered that he paid that much attention to you.

"So I thought, there must be something wrong with me. I was insecure of myself. 'What is it that Seungcheol does better than me?', 'Why the quiet Wonwoo can be close with you while I can't?', 'Am I good enough to be with you?', 'Am I a trust worthy person to you?'. I was always doubting myself whenever I tried to make a move. Especially since Seungcheol butts in."

The pizza was long forgotten as you were drowning in his thoughts.

"If there is one thing I'm lacking, it's confidence. I don't want people to know about that. Also, I'm not really into telling others how I feel, not even to Jeonghan. I tend to bottle up everything instead of expressing my feelings. Then I would overthink, I would be overly sensitive about things. In the end, I wouldn't actually do anything about it. I'm a coward, Y/N." His hands were fiddling with the spoon on his empty cup.

"Y/N, do you like Seungcheol?" he asked suddenly, making you flinched in your seat.

"Honestly it's hard to not to.." you said guiltily. It was such a mystery to you too why you felt guilty. It wasn’t like you and Joshua were something in the first place.

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