#I just find it so interesting how they really are opposites in nearly every way

[bigmoon-is-bigwife]

The whole conversation with Bad and Foolish really did solidify the fact that Bad is baffled by Foolish's lack of accountability and care for his subjects. He points out the fact that Ros is a danger to herself, Owen almost chased out another faction member under his rule, Sneeg is unaccounted for most of the time, Clown seems to only be around just to kill people, Tango is a hotdog and Fit walks around with no armor and is at constant risk of death. These are all things Bad seems to think Foolish is somewhat responsible for. I don't think Bad just means it in the way a king is responsible for his subjects either.

We know Bad sees mortals as possessions, he has literally referred to Ros as Foolish's. Bad doesn't think Foolish is looking after his possessions as well as he should. @magnecalliope made a very good post highlighting the differences of how Bad and Foolish treat mortals and how it relates to their factions here. Bad believes in building his mortals up. He puts a lot of effort into the few he has and works to help them become stronger over time. He may not be that openly affectionate but he will do his best to keep his mortals safe because he feels they gain more value over time. He does have some sense of responsibility for them. Foolish on the other hand, mostly lets people do whatever they want for better or worse. He doesn't really have much care for safety and will happily let his own people risk their lives if it's entertaining. He's very impulsive and is easily swayed into encouraging dangerous behavior. He got the idea to see what happens when you infect someone with corrupted crystals and he ordered Ros to try it. It almost killed Ros. He didn't want Ros to die but it was his actions that put her in danger. He knew it was a risk but curiosity got the best of him and that is a common theme for Foolish. He doesn't try to kill people like Bad does but people tend to be disposable to him if curiosity or boredom get to him. It doesn't matter if they're his own people or not, they're all the same to him.

Bad finds Foolish's lack of responsibility for his mortals to be careless. He doesn't understand why Foolish isn't keeping tabs on Sneeg or why he lets Fit walk around armorless or why Ros doesn't seem supported enough. Bad seems to especially be upset with how he perceives Ros to be treated by The Kingdom. He doesn't think she is appreciated or looked out for enough. He really does care for her and it seems the only thing stopping him from taking her under his wing is that she is already Foolish's. Foolish ends up defending the craziness of his kingdom by claiming them to be a 'fun family'. Bad, being a person who cares for family, says that is respectable but he also adds on that if Tina licks one more eyeball they're back to being in crazy town. It's a joke but it still puts that responsibility of preventing Tina from doing that on Foolish.

[ameliathornromance]

The Orc who you had fallen for, was the King’s personal guard! Although stern and menacing, he had always been kind to you.

You, the daughter of a Lord who worked on keeping the Queen company, answering her letters and mostly stayed out of sight of the King and his guard!

Since your families fortune was dwindling, your brothers securing marriages to rich young ladies, that made you the only one who wasn’t looked to much. Being a young woman in a family on the brink of ruin, meant that there wasn’t much for you to do other than try and get into the Regents good graces, and hope that you’d find a rich man who could take care of you.

But you’d never had such interest in men. It was always the King’s personal guard who caught your eye. Something about his stoic demeanour always made you feel safe, protected.

At first, you tried to keep your feelings a secret, there was no way that your family would approve of you harbouring such feelings towards the Orc, let alone even think about letting you marry him.

On a fateful night, where the King and Queen held a party, you were delighted when he approached you. You’d never taken him for being the one to make the first move. Not that you weren’t grateful.

That night, the pair of you had danced in the gardens were no one would see you, shared stolen kisses and giggled and laughed like you had never done before.

The pair of you promised to keep this a secret – nothing good would come of people knowing you two were together.

Not even the other Ladies in waiting knew about your relationship.

It was like something out of a novel. A forbidden romance, only a fantasy that could become a reality for a few glorious hours each time the pair of you got together.

It felt good to finally have someone notice you, tell you that you were beautiful, worthy of love and attention. He would leave you gifts in your chambers, with sweet little notes. They were mostly pieces of jewellery, necklaces, bracelets and broaches.

There was a part of you that hoped that one day, you would walk into your bedroom and find a small velvet box, containing a precious ring with that signature singular diamond that signified an engagement.

In one of your secret meetings, you did ask, “why don’t we just run away? Get married and leave all this behind?”

He had let out a snort, “darling, you wouldn’t last a day out there without all this granduer.”

You protested, “I could! I’d do it if it meant we could be together forever!”

At that, your lover had shot a glower at you. It surprised you, you’d never seen him look at you with so much contempt. “Well that’s never going to happen.” He said, harshly. “So get that silly idea out of your head.”

Your heart had chipped upon hearing that. Would it really be so bad to be married to one another? In domestic bliss?

After that conversation, he was cold to you. Colder than normal. He dodged you at every opportunity, even if it was just seeing each other in the halls, he would turn and stalk off in the opposite direction.

While you hadn’t meant to offend him, his reaction to the idea of you two being promised to one another was certainly an unwarranted one. He didn’t need to be so mean about it… but you loved him, and thought that maybe a big gesture of showing him how much you adored him would bring him back around.

So, one evening, you decided to bring a gift to him and deliver it personally. He was always giving you nice things, why couldn’t you do the same?

It was hard, choosing what to get him. What do you gift an Orc who has nearly everything handed to him just for being the King’s personal guard?

After a while, you finally decided. Your family was known for housing a baking empire, and thus, cooking was one of your families forte’s. And so you made him a cake.

With swirls of pink icing and cursive lettering on the top of the cake, you boxed it up after a days hard work and waited until night fall.

Your Orc lived just on the edges of the Palace grounds, and you would be undoubtably spotted if you went during the day. Donning a cloak and pulling up it’s hood, you left your quarters and headed for the Palace grounds.

The guards changed their shifts, and using the unmanned Palace doors, you darted through and raced to the edge of the grounds.

Now that you were on your way there, you realised that you’d never even been to his house before. Your Orc had never invited you, nor had you been close to it while accompanying walks with your Mistress, the Queen.

A tiny little cottage sat just at the edge of the Palaces’ garden walls, warm, inviting orange light flickering in it’s windows, puffs of smoke wafting out of the chimney.

You sped up your already hurried walk. Great, he was home. As you got closer, you saw shadows moving about inside the cottage and the silhouette of a woman.

The smile that had been spread across your face faded, your walk slowing down as you approached the cottage door.

A female Orc appeared in the window, a huge grin spread across her face as she laughed to someone unseen. You recognised her from the kitchens, she was always happy to talk to you about baking if you were ever bored and went down to see what the cooks were doing.

It had been a little while since you’d seen her.

You kept your distance, not wanting to be spotted in the dim lighting. As you watched, you realised that this she was pregnant. She must be on maternity leave then, it would explain her sudden absence in the kitchens.

But… why is she here? In your lovers house?

She was still smiling, nodding to the other person in the cottage with her, before she laughed again and beckoned her company closer.

The box in your hands slipped and split open, all your hard work splatting across the grass as you watched the love of your life, the King’s Guard pull the pregnant Orc into a hug.

Your Orc, your lover gave her a tight squeeze and then kissed her on the lips.

You couldn’t help yourself, you stared in horror as they walked away from the window and vanished further into the cottage.

Vision blurring, you gripped your skirts and bent down to pick up the ruined cake in front of you. Scooping the remains of the sweet treat into what remained of the box, tears fell.

You couldn’t believe it. You, were the other woman? To a pregnant lady who clearly had your lover wrapped tightly around her finger?

All the words you had exchanged, all the compliments and reassurances of your Orc… were lies? How could he do that to you?

The tears became too heavy and you couldn’t even see the cake in front of you anymore. Fingers covered in icing, you put your head in your hands, stood and ran off further into the Palace grounds.

You didn’t care if they found the cake out there, it’s not like people in the Palace wouldn’t find it strange that you came back covered in sugary sweetness.

It’s not like you could tell anyone of your affair either, everyone would look down on you, gossip and then you would never have a good life after that.

And your family’s reputation would be in the gutter. Their daughter, an adulteress and homewrecker? It didn’t matter that you never knew, your standing would still be tarnished.

A quiet trickle of running water hit your ears, causing you to stop your run and fall to your knees, no longer able to contain your shrieks of heartbreak.

How could you have been so stupid? Of course there was no way that an Orc like him and a Lady like yourself could have gotten married… or that someone as amazing as him would have fallen for a woman like you.

Part 2!

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@sunndust @greenie-c

[hexhomos]

Hello fellow Jayce defender.

First off, virtual kisses on both your cheeks for your Arcane analysis. They're refreshing to read, and insightful as well.

Something that's always bothered me about the way fans interact with Jayce is assuming that he's always the one making the mistakes in any of his relationships. It's almost funny in a way how they strip other characters of their autonomy and arcs just so they can point out how Jayce is failing his partners.

With Mel and Viktor especially, there's this narrative that Jayce simultaneously ignores both of their needs while also prioritising one over the other. Either he neglects Viktor to go and swoon over Mel, or he abandons his relationship with Mel to go play science with Viktor, or he neglects both to go do his own things while they suffer through their own plots.

And it's fascinating how incredibly mistaken these people are, and also how they reduce his character to only being important when he's in a relationship.

I'm here like, "hey, do you wanna discuss the reason for how Jayce seemingly knows how to navigate the ways of high class society very easily is probably because he's had to rely on sponsorships and donations for most of his youth to find his research because his house is too poor to be able afford it?"

Or "It's canonical that Jayce only ever had one friend in his youth before Viktor, and that was the daughter of his main sponsor, do you think it's interesting that this indicates he probably had difficulty making or maintaining friendships and that this is possibly a symptom of the Academy mainly housing elite and rich students so they couldn't relate to his struggles and he couldn't relate to theirs?"

But no, people just want to hate on him for not being the picture perfect boytoy in a relationship.

And I mean, it's not like it's just reduced to Jayce either. So many other characters have had similar treatments where they're reduced to either their most basic qualities or mischaracterised entirely. And I'm really not trying to be the fandom police or whatever - everyone interprets differently - I just find it frustrating is all.

Anyways, you're cool.

YES I never have time to talk about this bc people don't give a fuck but in Jayce's journals we even see him stewing with envy and petty rage at this star-rising student on the academy that he sees as the example of a perfect prodigy (in opposition to how much Jayce fucks things up...)

It also strongly suggests he's on a scholarship, which ties into his suicide attempt.

Jayce is keeping his experiments a secret from everyone to avoid the blowback and isolating himself further and further when they don't work. Jayce is flawed! He's proud of his dream pitch to the point of hilarity. Jayce doesn't like socializing, he does it out of obligation! Even when he's being raised to a councilor position in s1 he's PANICKING. He doesn't want the fucking job, he doesn't like the parties nor the people, his truest honest self is that moment in season 2 where he declares the lab was always his home, and so was Viktor.

But even then he subsumes his own wants spends most of s1 trying to attend to the needs of other people. He routinely asks Viktor if he's alright, if he wants to come up to do the presentation, if he's sure those experiments are safe, etc. He tries to make Heimerdinger proud despite his constant rejections of their projects, and only turns on him when he threatens viktor's wellbeing. The reason why he doesn't announce anything on progress day is that he Was listening to Heimers so-called wisdom and it only bit him in the ass. Jayce gets himself in trouble with the council by being too naive and assuming his new post will allow him to crackdown on Piltovan corruption aided by the Hexgates. Majority of the complaints wrt relationships I see people making of him are just wildly exaggerated. "He was neglecting viktor" bro he talks about viktor in nearly every scene he has with mel 😭 viktor is the one who isolates himself and randomly disappears at times bc he's a grown man with his own boundaries.

Jayce's entire life is defined by the transactional nature of his existence, his work, the patronage receives - all depending on how much he can play the showpony role without fucking it up. It's not a comfortable position. Jayce is stressing out the whole damn show because if one person isn't pissed at him, someone else will be, and it always comes down to revokable money, investments, social standing. if he really was as uncaring and well-off as some claim he wouldn't give a shit. He could just coast along life, but that's not what he's doing ever. He only 'frees' himself in season 2 by abandoning his life's dream and the rotten reality that existed around it. Which is kind of bleak, but at least its over.

[makelemonade]

Things they do when they're in love but haven't realized it yet

Characters; Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Childe, Cyno, Diluc, Dottore, Itto, Neuvillete, Thoma, Pantalone.

Warnings; GN!Reader, mentions of pretty/handsome, cologne/perfume, the notebook (that movie killed me It's a warning I can't), mentions of crying, mentions of past injuries, annoying kids, lowk stalking in childe's part LOOL

under the cut!

Aether- Notices every physical and mental detail about you more than the average person.

He notices the way there’s a slight limp in your walk due to a past injury, and he can notice when you also try to hide it.

He notices how each day you always try a new hairstyle because you thrive for praise and compliments. Of course because you’re so loved, everyone compliments you, and he notices the way that when he does too, you’re more flustered than usual.

He knows you start to tap your finger down on any platform whenever you’re feeling nervous or even zoning out. He also notices that when you get annoyed, you bite your lip to hold back anything.

He knows that whenever you’re lectured at or given a talking-down to, you try to hide your tears, but the side of your lip trembles. He knows that once your alone within your own privacy, you let the tears fall. He’s literally seen you catch them with your mouth once.

He notices that whenever he gives you some sort of gift, you’re at a loss for words and you don’t know whether you want to make the first move after months of pining.

He notices, so now maybe he can act on it.

Alhaitham- Starts to read books or watch movies/shows he’s heard you talk about.

He spends most of his time in libraries, looking around for anything that piques his interest. He notices the title of a book, something you’ve mentioned before.

You both have complete opposite tastes, but maybe romance books could do him some good.

Since then, he’s been looking around libraries for every book he’s heard you mention. He even starts to write down a list.

Shows and movies as well. On a rainy day that he stays in his home and his roommate isn’t being annoying, he likes to lounge on his couch and watch something.

He notices once again another title you’ve mentioned; The Notebook.

No hesitation, he decides to watch it, and by the end, he’s nearly crying.

“Are you crying?” His roommate asks. 
“Shut up!”

At some point he brings up that he’s watched almost all the movies and read all the books you’ve mentioned and you don’t know if he was genuinely bored and did so or because he really was interested in you.

Your thoughts are answered when he asks if you want to go see a romance movie coming out.

Albedo- Starts to become mesmerized when he watches you study or work

He loves the way you look so focused- the way your nose scrunches up when you get confused at a question or really anything, or how when you feel lost, your hand moves up to your cheek as you just stare down at the question.

You’re so focused to the point that sometimes you forget he’s even there but in fully honesty- he doesn’t care. As long as he can stare at you without you noticing, he’s fine with it.

Sometimes, he forgets about his own work. You just look so pretty when you’re focused- he wishes it was on him.

At some point, the staring becomes too obvious and you look up ti find him just staring at you, and his face comes of one of surprise when he sees he’s been caught.

“W-would you like some help?” He asked, nothing your nose had scrunched up just seconds ago.

You smiled. “Yes, please.”

Ayato- Seeing you with kids makes him feel something.

He sees how you treat kids with such kindness and adoration- as if you’ve met your favourite hero. Whenever you take strolls, you love to stop by the park and push some kids on the swings; It’s to the point all the parents know you and the kids love you.

Whenever you hear a child cry, you get sad. Whenever you hear a child laugh, it makes you smile- It makes him smile too, being honest.

He loves how you’re so attentive to them, that one day when one of the kids falls and scrapes his knee and starts to cry, you’re immediately there comforting them, putting a bandaid on their knee and telling them it’ll be all better.

You pretend to play “shop” with the kids to the point even he is dragged in by one of them.

“Are you two married?” One of the children ask one day, which then causes a bombard of questions from the rest while they all say things like

“Is he nice?”

“Does he treat you well?”

“You two are sooo perfect!”

“Can he play with us more?”

Ayato only smiles at you and you smile back.

Childe- He always looks for you in a public setting

Whenever he goes out, whether it to be to run errands, go somewhere with his brother or just something for work, he always wondering if you’ll be there.

Most of the time you aren’t- it’s a small chance you’d be at a random toy shop that his brother was non-stop talking about, but he’s always on the lookout.

Parties that friends invite him too, he always asks if you’ll be there or he’ll just look for you the moment he arrives, praying and hoping to God that you’ll be there.

Maybeeee it’s stalking, but he starts to go to places he’s heard you mention in hope of seeing you. Even if it’s a place he has no reason to be at, he’ll still go.

For the first time one day, instead of him noticing you and going up to you, you’re the first to notice him and go up to him, starting a conversation.

Cyno- He always wants to make you laugh

He sucks at making jokes- he knows this, everyone knows this, but it always makes him feel warm inside whenever you let out a giggle or a loud cackle at his jokes- even If they were horrible or made sense, something about it always lightened you up.

So, even though everyone else hates it, he continues to go with them, just in hopes of hearing you giggle- it’s so cute!

He’ll even start to think of new jokes, new types of humour just for you, and he’ll always go with the ones that make you laugh the most.

He may update his whole humour for you, but who cares!

Then, he notices that you started using his own jokes, which makes him cackle just as loud as you.

Diluc- Nicknames

If anyone were to ever call Diluc something other than his name, he’d lost his shit. EVERYONE knew this, and not even Kaeya would test him- the closest he’s ever used a nickname was “Luc” and Diluc was ready to fight him.

But you, well, he just doesn’t seem to care. Whether it be Luc, Didi, Lulu, and even pookie, he’s completely fine with it.

Everyone knows he has to has something for you, but he doesn’t even realize it himself. It just brings a warm feeling to his face when he hears a nickname come out of your mouth.

Then one day, he randomly starts to call you nicknames, and you feel the same warmth he does.

Dottore- Drops anything for you

Dottore is a hard-working man. He hardly takes breaks, and he’s always up to something. So, it’s hard to speak to him on most days, that it even makes you upset as his friend.

His coworker mentions something about you being upset and he immediately puts down any work he’s holding and asks where you are. He would never do that for anyone, but you? He didn’t know why, but he just felt the need to be at your side.

He tells you to text him whenever you need something, and he’ll answer. He just won’t answer the other 100 texts from other people and continue to leave them on delivered.

You’re bored? Come work with him. You’re hungry? Go get some food together. It’s to the point that work is no longer his main priority.

You ask him one day if he’d like to go to dinner, and before you could finish your sentence about knowing he was a hard working man and was never free, he immediately says yes.

Itto- Anything that smells like you reminds him of you

Itto has a good nose- it’s a blessing and a curse.

When it comes to smelling something similar to you, whether it be your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, cologne, perfume or mist, he considers it to be a blessing.

He could be anywhere really; In a random shop, and if someone walks by and has the SLIGHTEST smell smilier to yours, he’ll almost think its you and now all he can think about is you.

It’s to the point it becomes his favourite smell, and he finds himself buying items similar.

You notice his efforts, and give him a gift one day. It was full of everything you used to smell the way you do.

He’ll use it everyday.

Neuvillete- The way you act doesn’t bother him

The Iudex was not a patient man. Anyone who acted immaturely, whether it be like a child or an insolent teenager, he’ll became so annoyed.

But you? Act however you want, he does not care. Instead, he’ll just laugh, enjoying your antics.

You’re acting like a child? Okay, not his problem, he’s fine with it. But if Furina came in here acting like a child he’d kick her out in and instant. Even if a literal child came in he’d kick them out in an instant.

He finds himself finding comfort in the way you act sometimes. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but he thinks it’s the fact he knows you’re comfortable enough near him to act the way you do.

Then one day, you decide to be calm for a day, and sit and talk with him normally, and even if it’s a change, he’s still happy nonetheless.

Thoma- Everything reminds him of you.

The flowers? They’re as pretty/handsome as you.

The window? Sometimes he imagines you’re outside.

The floor? He’ll remember both of you hiding out at parties and sitting on floors.

Money? He’ll remember the time you bought him lunch because he forgot his wallet and you refused to let him pay you back.

The sky? It brings him comfort to know you both see the same sky.

The stars? As bright as you.

He gets a gift from you one day, telling him that It reminded you of him, and he could only give a heartfelt laugh.

Pantalone- Whatever you look at, you’ll find it within your belongings in the next week.

He’s a perceptive, rich man. You may only be friends but he loves to spoil you.

He sees you staring at a necklace for over 2 seconds? Bought immediately, and of course he’ll place it around your neck.

Trinkets you think look cool? The next time you both hang out at your hose, you’ll mysteriously find it within your home.

If you have an event coming up and he hears you describe what you’d like to wear, he’ll be looking through every store and buying whatever is similar to the description.

He stares at flowers, wondering if he should give them to you or if it was weird. He’s heard you talk about wanting flowers once, but maybe not now

Yet he is met with you holding out the same flowers to him 2 days later, stating you saw him staring at them for quite a while.

[huskersbooze]

Helloo! Can i Request an alastor x reader angst? (I love angst im sorry😭) where reader n alastor are good friends, but soon alastor starts catching feelings, he didn’t like that so he starts ignoring reader hoping it’ll go away, but when alastor realizes it doesn’t, he wanted to apologize for ignoring reader and maybe confessing, but he couldn’t cause he found out reader got redeemed into heaven? Please and thank you!!

A/N : Oh fuck yes I'm a sucker for angst. This is actually a really interesting concept! Completely opposite to my other fic where Reader ignores Al. Thank you for the ask <3

Alastor Doesn't Do Feelings

Alastor x Reader

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)

Warnings : Cusing(what do you expect? It's Hazbin Hotel)

Additional Tags : Angst, no use of (Y/n), use of dear/darling

Word count : 1.25k

It was never supposed to turn out this way. Alastor, the fucking Radio Demon, doesn't do feelings.

But here he was, finding himself getting flustered, his cheeks red, ears pinned back and his smile faltering.

And it was all because of you.

"-and so I told him to back the heck away, but I swear his brain can't seem to comprehend simple words! He-"

You went on and on about your day, but Alastor could only focus on the close proximity between the two of you and your hand came so close to brushing his every minute or so.

"Alastor! Freaking hell!" He snapped out of his trance when he heard you yell his name.

He cleared his throat, quickly gathering himself once more, "Yes, darling?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

"Of course, I was." Which, frankly, was a lie.

"Just go to bed, dipshit."

"I don't need sleep."

"Your brain is hijacked, Al." You try to give his ears a scratch. Alastor attempts a dodge but fails. "See? You can't even dodge a simple pet on the head."

"I let you do that."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Darling, you know I don't sleep."

"It was an expression, babe."

He knew you meant it as a joke, a light-humoured name you called him; like how he called you "dear" or "darling".

But he couldn't help the blush that found a way to his face.

"Alastor! You're doing it again!"

"I beg your pardon?" He snaps out from his trance.

"You're dozing off again. Are your radio parts radio-ing properly?"

"I'm not an actual radio, my dear."

"Well, you sure act like a broken down machine." You let out a giggle, him doing the same, but it ultimately sounded like he was buffering.

"You need help." You get up and give him another ruffle behind the ears, catching him off guard. "G'night, Al."

He doesn't respond.

He's too busy screaming internally.

-----

Alastor doesn't do feelings. Yet, here he was a broken mess because of you.

No, this was unacceptable. All he'd work for. His reputation. The danger it'd put you in.

He couldn't afford any of that gone — especially not you.

How was he to get rid of this weird churning he gets in his stomach when you near, though? How was he to stop loving you?

-----

Alastor doesn’t do feelings. He nearly did, once, because of you. But he’d found a way to stop it.

Or so, he thought.

“Good morning, Al.”

Out of everyone in the hotel, you were the one person he could tolerate. Despite your polar interests and behaviour, Alastor actually found it quite enjoyable to be by your side.

Sure, you rarely cursed, was so sweet and couldn’t bare the thought of killing, but Alastor never minded. You were the one person he looked forward to seeing everyday. He would usually only talk to you.

“Husker, may I have a word?” Yet, here Alastor was, completely ignoring your existence like you were some irrelevant imp a few rings down.

“Uh, sure, boss.” Husk sends you a questioning stare as you return the favour.

He didn’t actually have anything to say to him; it just hurt to see you. The feelings still lingered and he couldn’t do jackshit about it. 

Staying away from you was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not intensify them.

“Alastor?” Yet, your voice captivated him in every way possible and his desire to be yours increased.

He simply left the room, and the two of you never spoke after that.

-----

“Alastor doesn’t do feelings, honey.”

“I know, Rosie! But we’re just friends and he knows that.” You take a sip from the tea Rosie prepared for you. “Though, lately, he’s been completely disregarding my presence like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Don’t look too much into it! I’m sure it’s nothing. It’s just Alastor being Alastor.”

“But it’s not.” You sigh. “Something’s changed between us and I’m not sure what it is.”

“Well, did anything specific happen?”

“I.. I don’t know.” Your voice cracks at the agony. “I just.. Everything was fine that night. I just told him to sleep and the next morning it’s like I never existed.”

“Hm. That does sound odd.”

“Exactly! And I’m not sure what to do or if- if I’ve angered him- or- or maybe he’s sick of me-”

“Honey, breathe.” Rosie’s hand finds yours across the table as she rubs soothing circles on the back of your palm. “It’s in his nature to be sending mixed signals. Just give him time. He’ll come to terms with you eventually.”

“Are.. Are you sure?”

“You came to me for a reason.” She jokes, though her warm smile never left her face.

“Thank you, Rosie.”

-----

Alastor, your beloved strawberry pimp, doesn’t do feelings. He didn’t, he doesn’t and he won’t.

At least, that was before he realised he was catching feelings for you.

He’s tried so hard to ignore it. He’s done everything he could to ignore you, but despite his best efforts, you still found a way to float straight back into his mind.

“Alastor?”

“Yes, darling?” It took him a while to comprehend the fact he accidentally called Husk “darling”. His mind was just filled with thoughts of you.

“Uh.. anyways.” Husk cleared his throat. “You were close with the kid, right?”

“I suppose.” He shrugs, saying it as a matter of fact-ly. “Nothing serious.”

Alastor nearly flinched as he said it himself. 

Nothing serious.

But in fact, it was starting to get serious. He was in love with you, head-over-heels obsessed, but he couldn’t come to terms with the fact and decided to push you away.

Fuck. What was he thinking?

“Yes, well I just.. wanted to let ya’ know she’s-”

“In a minute, Husker.” He says, taking off and trying to find you. He had to apologize. He had to talk to you and explain himself. But then, that would mean he had to confess.

Confess. Alastor’s smile widened as he thought of the idea. Blush crept from his face all the way down to his neck and his tail was uncontrollably wagging under his coat.

He loved you.

Turns out, Alastor does, and will do feelings.

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“Husker, have you seen her?” After a whole day of looking around the hotel, he couldn’t seem to find you anywhere. 

“Her?” He asks, then immediately realising there could only be one her. “I was trying to tell you, boss. The kid.. The kid passed.”

“What?” His smile falters, eyes twitching, but still keeping his composure.

“Some drunk ass dude got hold of an angelic weapon from the last extermination. She was stabbed on her way back from cannibal town.”

The static in his ears were ringing louder by the second. This wasn’t supposed to happen. No, it wasn’t supposed to end like this. He was only supposed to get rid of his feelings, not you.

This whole plan backfired. It was a mistake. He kept what he hadn’t wanted, and lost what he desired.

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Alastor doesn’t do feelings.

He does, but only for you. He keeps his heart closed in hopes you’re still somewhere out there.

Any other demon who tries to get with him, ultimately gets turned down.

Alastor doesn’t do feelings, no; but he does feelings. He saves the romantic kind for you. The platonic ones, however, are open doors now because of you.

Alastor didn’t do feelings, but he does now — in hopes he gets redeemed and can find you in heaven.

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[russenoire]

on first watch as an anime-only, i remember feeling like ritsu kageyama's descent into evil in episode seven needed a little more air, more space to breathe. i... no longer do. if that slide down the slippery slope feels a bit sudden, there is a reason; and if you know what to look for, it's not actually all that sudden. bear with me here.

from the first episode, the anime sets ritsu up as shigeo's kind, solicitous younger brother. we don't see much of him for the first three episodes, but when we do, he's making bids for shigeo’s attention: helpfully straightening his spoon when it bends and deposits a bite of his dinner on the dining table; noting that he seems out of it and offering himself up as a confidant at least twice; checking in on him in the morning so they can both leave on time. (i actually love the anime for doing this. ritsu doesn't even show up as a character until maybe the middle of the manga's second volume?) except for the spoon, shigeo gently turns him down every time.

and yet. the interview ichi mezato snags with ritsu in episode four confirms a distance between the kageyama boys. you are not seeing things here. he initially refuses her desire for detailed information about shigeo’s powers, only indulging her to find out what shigeo’s been up to. ritsu holds those powers in such awe that he uses a rather hyperbolic phrase to describe shigeo for her: '世界の基本', or sekai no kihon, literally the standard for [his] world.

after he coldly walks out on her, she reviews what little she’s gleaned from their chilly meeting: he's hawt, at the top of his class, athletic, very popular... all things his older brother decidedly is not. the story establishes a duality here between ritsu’s image—indirectly revealed through mezato’s notes—and the reality of ritsu, sat hunched across from her, sullen, barely tolerating her until she coughed up the information she promised him. later on that evening, we see just how deep ritsu's awe goes... or rather, how snared up it is in resentment and envy as he attempts in vain to bend a spoon, just like shigeo did when they were younger. all the trophies of others’ esteem already gathering dust on his shelves don’t mean shit if he can’t have this.

ritsu intercepts shigeo as he leaves for class the next morning: no student council meeting, so an opportunity to actually talk to him. this is rare, his brother notes. and of course dimple is haunting shigeo. when the specter comments on their apparent closeness, the boy side-eyes him hard. this can easily be read two ways: ‘why the hell are you talking to me when no one else can see you?’ and ‘man, fuck you for sticking the knife in deeper.’ ritsu doesn’t ask about the cult meeting here or ever in the entire series. was he really all that interested in mezato’s news? no, he only wants to know why his brother doesn’t use his powers anymore. and this is the first time they’ve talked about this.

it’s such a neat little mystery, these breadcrumbs the story leaves for us until ritsu’s formal introduction in episode six. even though they share the same home and appear to be on friendly terms, the kageyama brothers may as well live on opposite sides of the planet. we don’t even get a sense of why this state of affairs exists until episode five, where teru chokes the breath out of shigeo and his pissed-off soul levels teru’s school before catapulting him into the stratosphere to reflect on his sins: several years prior, shigeo nearly killed ritsu (and possibly ended three much older boys) in an accident neither boy understands; fragments of memory flash before his eyes as his consciousness shorts out.

‘brother, you’re home late, sopping wet. here’s a towel. are you hungry? you seem down; is everything OK? if you need to talk, i’m here for you.’

instead of turning down this bid for connection like all the rest and turning inward again, shigeo actually opens up. he apologizes for the accident—for the first time—then asks for some clarity, since his memories of it are broken. and ritsu clenches the knob to his brother’s bedroom door tighter. he lies to his face, tells him to ‘get over it already.’ this after asking shigeo to confide in him again, no less: too terrified to be honest with him, too used to being shot down. this boy is soaking in fear he has no context for, and he heads downstairs to soak in it alone. shigeo at least has reigen to process his own fears with, though he never trusts the man enough to take full advantage.

ritsu has no one.

he’s already keeping up appearances at home and has been for years; over the course of the spring cleaning big cleanup arc, we learn the extent to which he’s been doing so at school.

(all those expectations of him weighing him down for so long… he can’t hold out forever.)

student council vice president tokugawa calls him out on trying to melt into the scenery like his brother; his considerable gifts make that impossible. said gifts, however, are so ego-dystonic for him that they’re yet another part of Ritsu Kageyama’s Big Lie. the academically-gifted, popular sprinter so many of his fellow students swoon over isn’t real: why does everyone praise him for things anyone could do? he doesn’t actually have friends, just associates. who cares about charisma? why does everyone think he’s perfect when the only thing he truly wants will never be his? and why does his locker leak chocolate every valentine’s day?

gentle reader. are you still wondering why he snaps when he finally gets his wish? and why it looks the way it does?

[cluelessteam]

Whispers Through Time: {~Meeting Daemon~}

A/N: I am so sorry I have not posted chapter 3, I have been really busy with school and had to catch up with all my work since I was really sick last week and missed a bunch of work!

Summary: After being mysteriously transported into the world of House of the Dragon, a modern-day woman poses as a seer to gain entry into the Targaryen court. Armed with knowledge of the future, she secretly warns Rhaenyra and Daemon of looming dangers while hiding her true identity. As she grows closer to both, romantic tension builds, but so do the risks of her deception. With Daemon's suspicions rising and Rhaenyra’s trust deepening, the reader must navigate her lies while trying to alter their tragic fate—before everything unravels.

Characters: Rhaenyra & Daemon

Pairing: Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader x Daemon

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1243

Tag List: @snowtargaryen

Chapter 3 --- Chapter 4

Days had passed since you left the first note for Rhaenyra, and the subtle shift in her demeanor was unmistakable. While she had yet to confront anyone publicly, you could sense her wariness in the way she interacted with those around her. The seeds of doubt had been planted, and though you were relieved that your warning had reached her, the constant danger of being discovered hung over you like a storm cloud.

But it wasn’t just Rhaenyra’s growing caution that concerned you. Daemon Targaryen’s presence had become more frequent, and wherever he went, he seemed to move with a purpose that unnerved you. You had caught glimpses of him here and there—always watching, always listening. It was only a matter of time before your paths crossed again.

And then, one day, it happened.

You had been sent on an errand to deliver herbs to the maester’s chambers, a mundane task that took you through the winding corridors of the Red Keep. Your mind was preoccupied with the next note you intended to leave for Rhaenyra—one that would warn her of a more immediate threat from within her inner circle. As you turned a corner, lost in thought, you nearly collided with someone coming in the opposite direction.

Startled, you looked up—and your breath caught in your throat.

It was Daemon.

The Rogue Prince stood before you, his silver hair catching the light of the nearby torches. His violet eyes regarded you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence between you thick with unspoken questions. His gaze swept over you, as though he were trying to read your every thought, your every secret.

“Apologies, my lord,” you stammered, quickly stepping back and bowing your head to avoid his piercing stare. Your heart hammered in your chest as you prayed he would simply move on and forget the encounter.

But Daemon was not one to let things go so easily.

“You’re the midwife, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice smooth yet laced with something sharp, something dangerous.

“Yes, my lord,” you replied, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. “I was sent to deliver these herbs to the maester.”

He nodded, though his eyes never left you. “I’ve heard you’ve been quite useful since your arrival.” His words were casual, but you sensed the underlying suspicion. “Unusual for someone to earn such favor so quickly.”

“I only do what I can to be of service,” you said, trying to maintain your composure.

Daemon smirked, his lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Modest, too. How very noble of you.” He took a step closer, and you instinctively tensed. “And yet, you’ve managed to find yourself in quite a few interesting places around the Keep, haven’t you?”

Your pulse quickened. Did he know? Had someone seen you near Rhaenyra’s chambers? You forced yourself to remain calm, to hold his gaze without faltering. “I go where I am needed, my lord. Nothing more.”

His smirk widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course. You’re just a humble midwife, after all.”

The way he said it made it sound like a lie, like he knew there was more to your story than you were letting on. But you couldn’t afford to let him push you. Not here. Not now.

“I should be going,” you said, shifting the basket of herbs in your arms as an excuse to leave. “The maester is waiting.”

Daemon stepped aside, though his gaze followed you as you passed. “Take care,” he called after you, his tone laced with amusement. “The Red Keep can be… unpredictable.”

You didn’t respond, quickening your pace as you made your way down the hall. Only when you were far enough away did you let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

That night, as you sat alone in your room, the weight of the encounter with Daemon settled heavily on your shoulders. He knew something—maybe not everything, but enough to make him suspicious. And if there was one thing you knew about Daemon Targaryen, it was that he didn’t let things go easily. His curiosity was as dangerous as his sword, and now, it was fixed on you.

You had to be more careful.

But even as the thought crossed your mind, you knew that avoiding Daemon’s scrutiny wasn’t your only problem. You still had to deliver the next note to Rhaenyra. And this time, it would be even riskier.

The following day, the Keep was buzzing with activity as preparations for an upcoming feast were underway. Servants rushed through the halls, carrying linens, food, and other supplies, while the nobles discussed matters of the court. It was the perfect distraction.

You had written the second note the night before, the words carefully chosen to warn Rhaenyra of an impending plot by one of her closest allies. Slipping the note into the same alcove near her chambers would be tricky, especially with Daemon’s increased presence around the Keep. But you didn’t have a choice.

As you moved through the crowded halls, your mind raced with thoughts of how to avoid detection. The feast provided some cover, but there were more guards than usual stationed near Rhaenyra’s quarters. You would have to be quick.

When you finally reached the corridor leading to her chambers, you were relieved to see that the guards were distracted by a group of visiting nobles. Seizing the opportunity, you hurried toward the alcove and slipped the note into place, your hands shaking slightly from the adrenaline.

Just as you turned to leave, you heard footsteps approaching. Panic surged through you as you ducked into the shadows of a nearby column, your heart pounding in your chest.

Daemon.

He appeared at the far end of the hall, his expression unreadable as he spoke to one of the guards. You held your breath, praying that he wouldn’t notice the note—or worse, see you hiding. For what felt like an eternity, you stayed perfectly still, watching as Daemon scanned the corridor.

But then, as if by some stroke of luck, he turned and walked away.

You didn’t wait to see where he went. As soon as the coast was clear, you slipped out of the shadows and made your way back to the servants' quarters, your heart still racing. You had managed to leave the note without being caught—but just barely.

Later that evening, you found yourself on edge as you worked, your thoughts consumed by the possibility that Daemon was still watching. You had been careful, but how long could you keep this up before he—or someone else—figured out what you were doing?

As you went about your duties, you noticed Rhaenyra in the distance, speaking with one of her advisors. From where you stood, you couldn’t hear their conversation, but you could see the way her hand clenched tightly around the hilt of her sword, the tension in her posture unmistakable.

She had found the second note.

For a brief moment, her gaze flickered in your direction, but there was no recognition in her eyes. You were still a stranger to her, just another face among the many who served in the Red Keep. And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that, in time, she would come to depend on your warnings more than she realized.

But for now, your secret was safe.

At least, you hoped it was.

[merrybloomwrites]

I Feel the Earth Move

Summary: Y/N experiences her first earthquake and her long distance boyfriend, Spencer, needs to know she's alright.

Word Count: 665

AN: I put a post out the other day that showed there's interest in Spencer stories. And then I felt an earthquake for the first time and got inspired to write this. Just a little story to get into the swing of writing for Spencer.

CW: earthquake

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One of the first things you had talked to Spencer about when you started dating was your shared experiences with hurricanes. Bit of a random topic, but with him being from Florida and you being from New Jersey, it was something you had in common. He then told you about the couple of earthquakes he’d experienced since moving out to Los Angeles. A tiny part of you was slightly jealous, but mostly you were happy you live in a place where the ground stays still at all times.

You’ve been dating Spencer for ten months now, but unfortunately, you’ve been long distance the whole time. Being on opposite coasts with a three-hour time difference makes things more complicated, but you’re looking forward to the near future when you finally get to move out to California. You work as a teacher and just need to finish the current school year and then you’re on your way to Los Angeles. You even have a new job and apartment lined up. Spencer sends texts nearly every day counting down until you’ll finally live in the same city.

It's early April, and your school is on Spring Break. You spent the week catching up on things you had been putting off, like doctor’s appointments and deep cleaning your closets. But now it’s Friday, and your to-do list is done. You’re having a lazy morning at home, sitting and watching some new Smosh videos that you hadn’t gotten a chance to see yet.

Suddenly you hear the hallway door rattling. For a second you think it must be the wind, but then the floor starts to shake. Next thing you know everything is rattling. It only lasts a few seconds and leaves you just standing in the middle of your living room, wondering what the hell just happened.

You think that it might’ve been an earthquake, but that would be ridiculous. Because that doesn’t happen where you live.

But then your mom texts the family group chat asking if everyone felt that. Your brother, sister, and dad all text back saying they had. You do a quick google search and within minutes you find the confirmation that it was in fact an earthquake, so you share the link with your family.

The first person you want to tell is Spencer, but it’s not even 8 in the morning in California. You know he doesn’t need to be at work until later in the day and is likely still sleeping. You’ll wait a bit before texting him, so you don’t wake him up.

 Twenty minutes later your phone starts ringing, and you’re surprised to see Spencer’s name pop up.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” You say as a greeting.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Of course I’m okay,” you reply.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the earthquake?”

“I was going to, I just wanted to wait a little while, so I wouldn’t wake you. How did you find out about it?”

“Like, eight different people from work texted me to ask if you lived where the earthquake happened. Y/N, you’re like, a mile from the epicenter. I needed to check that you’re alright.”

You’re overwhelmed with emotion at this, hearing how much he cares, and how worried he was about you.

“I’m okay Spencer, I promise. It wasn’t that bad. Honestly I was more confused than scared,” you reply.

“Well then we need to work on your survival instincts before you come to California,” he says, causing you both to laugh.

“Thank you for checking in on me,” you say.

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe,” he replies. Your heart melts again, and you can’t believe that he’s real. And that he’s really yours.

“I love you,” you say, unable to express your feelings at this moment in any other way.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice full of sincerity.

“Only 86 more days,” you state, giving him the countdown today.

“I can’t wait, baby.”

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AN: Thanks for reading! This is was just a little warm up to writing for Spencer. Please send me any requests you have for him! Also, please lmk if you'd like to be added to a taglist for all my Spencer stories!

[walnutcookie]

ok fuck it rodgerposting HERE I GOOOO

DISCLAIMER: this is a ramble about my own personal headcanons, loosely based off of scraps from the game that im able to make connections to. I do not see any of this as canon. this is not an analysis post, but feel free to use or expand on my headcanons if youd like!!! (i would love to hear abt/see what u do with it🙏🙏)

man. Honestly to start this i should preface that i designed my rodger headcanons to parallel glisten's character, so im going to mainly talk about those two in this post

Despite glistens ego it is VERY obvious that he has a lot of self esteem issues. Just from his twisted form alone we can see how dependent he is on the attention and praise of others, and his notes/interactions reinforce that. hes so deperate to feel loved and appreciated because he doesnt feel confident in himself so he puts up this false ego to try and convince OTHERS that hes perfect because maybe if other people think hes perfect he'll really believe it!!!! (he wont)

the convo he has with toodles is really interesting to me, i mean its kind of vague what "cry and complain" really means but im gonna say that he actively, or has in the past, vented to rodger about some of his self esteem issues

obviously rodger being a detective is right on theme with him being a magnifying glass and yknow. His object and occupation implies hes able to see things in others that others might not. but i also like to think that theres an irony of him being a mystery himself. he doesnt share much about himself - any conversation he has with other toons is mainly him asking questions about them while avoiding questions about himself or giving surface-level information. He's appreciated by the other toons, and is reliable when it comes to solving mysteries for the others ,,, he isnt feared or anything hes just. Unknown. He keeps to himself and others dont know what hes truly like. he doesnt have any close relationships at all, save for toodles

It stems from a feeling of worthlessness. he feels like hes too mediocre - sure, people would appreciate him the way he is, but why settle for that? by keeping nearly everything about himself the things people will theorize and imagine about him would be far more interesting and appealing than any lie he could spread about himself. Why pretend to be something hes not, which could easily be disproven, when he could just try not to be what he is? he wants to just be the cool mysterious polite detective who helps everyone yknow!!!! he WANTS people to be curious about him but never find out the answers. he doesnt want people to know that hes literally just like anyone else

and THATS the thing he has in common with glisten. they both have the same insecurity, that same desire to be loved and to be admired, to be seen as so much more than they really are, but they react to that feeling in opposite ways. Glisten tries to flaunt everything he has and more in an attempt to make himself seem perfect (when he clearly isnt), while rodger tries to push it all down and hide it so that people cant tell what hes really like

rodger knows what glisten is thinking. he knows what motivates his every action. that man can read glisten like a book bro... he can predict glistens every thought because theyre the same person. he knows glistens motives, he can predict how glisten must feel about other toons and rodger himself because he knows what its like to be in that position. and god he wants to help him. he knows what glisten is going through and wants to try to help as best he can ‼️

the problem is that glisten DOESNT understand. he doesnt know anything about rodger. rodger tries not to say much about what he observes so that glisten doesnt Freak the fuck out but then that just makes it worse because rodger will try to comfort him and say everything hes thinking and it terrifies the shit out of glisten because it seemingly comes out of nowhere 😭 rodger is still confused about glisten but less confused than glisten is about himself !!! He doesnt know rodgers motives cause again he doesjt talk about himself so hes just terrified of this guy he doesnt realize rodger is trying to help. he wants to believe he is but its hard to tell </3 regardless though glisten does truly care about rodger just... in a complicated way. Bro wants rodger dead but couldnt live on if he died and rodger knows that

would like to talk about rodger and toodles more but ill do that in a different post .... thank you if you read this far i love you . If u have any questions/comments/thoughts id love to hear feel free to send me asks!!!🙏🙏

[tighnarly]

Ménage à trois… Kind of

Bakugou x Deku x Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou gets jealous and shows reader who they belong to.

Author’s note: Sorry this took so long guys! I hope you like it! I’m sorry if it’s bad!!!!

Trigger warnings: Cuckholding, smut, filthy, spit, body fluids, over stimulation, crying, bondage

Ever since UA, Bakugou has had an unhealthy competition with a one Izuku Midoriya. Granted it pushed them both to do better, to work better, to be better, but anyone with eyes could see that they both pushed each other a little too far for comfort occasionally. This spread through all areas of their lives eventually. Bakugou especially felt the need to compete, the fact that Deku made it as the number one hero before him only made the fire in his chest burn deeper and brighter. The jealousy seeped into his every pore, consumed him and made him furious.

Then you had to come along and made the fury turn almost evil.

It's not that you intended to ignite anything in Bakugou. You were just his PR agent at first until one day you both started dating. It wasn't your fault that the mere sight of you had a storm brewing in his loins. It wasn't even your fault that Bakugou fell in love with you. Nor was it your fault that you just so happened to be a huge Pro Hero Deku fan. I mean who could blame you for joining the millions of people who held a flame for the number one hero. You didn’t even intend for your fiery boyfriend to find out about your infatuation.

It all came to head when you were talking to one of Bakugou’s sidekicks about how best to help Bakugou not only save people but how to make him look better to the press. Originally it started out as just shop talk but it quickly turned to gossip. Of course they just had to ask you which of the top ten pro heroes you would most like to bed other than your boyfriend. And of course you had to admit your affinity for the broccoli haired hero when a certain blonde was eavesdropping.

Bakugou could do without being the number one hero if he absolutely had too, but he’d be damned if Deku ever got you instead of himself. In that instant the red hot fury and jealously made way for a crystal clear state of mind. He knew what he had to do to beat Deku at something once and for all.

Oh he was going to enjoy this.

It wasn’t so hard to put into motion. All he had to do was do a little persuading and by little he means it. Deku was always quick to follow his plans, even if they were a bit....debauched. Now all he had to do was get you over to his house for the fun to begin.

You weren't surprised that Bakugou invited you over for some spicy fun, he was always about scheduling stuff ahead of time with his rigid training regime and hero duties. You didn't mind it too much, it sometimes took a little of the spontaneity out of it, but you loved your boyfriend so you put up with scheduled intimate times. You walked into his dimly lit apartment and called out for him.

"In here!" Bakugou called from his bedroom. You were a little surprised he was calling you into is his room so soon, usually he wined and dined you first, you even came over hungry, but the little surprise of it sparked your interest. You made your way in and nearly choked on your own spit at the utter shock of the sight before you.

Tied up and gagged before you in the chair opposite your boyfriend's bed, sat an undressed Izuku Midoriya. His eyes track you, something akin to hunger filling them.

You're about to turn around and leave thinking it's some sort of trick or maybe a trap, or something, but as you start to back away, a brick wall of a man stops you, gripping your arms and pushing you towards the bed. You know the hold anywhere and relax, Katsuki. A very naked Katsuki.

"Kats, what's going on, is that really Deku?" You question as he continued to push you on the bed.

"Well I heard you're a little slut and want to fuck this little nerd, so I decided I had to show you who you belong to and what better way than to prove it to him too." Bakugou finally gets you onto the bed and before you could even reply or respond in any way, he was ripping off your clothes.

"I don't understand where did you hear that? You know I love only you." You tried to reason.

"Don't try to back down now, you're not some coward of an extra," Bakugou barks as he ripped off the last of your clothing exposing you in front of him and your other favorite hero. "I heard you tell that loser coworker of ours that you'd fuck Deku if it weren't for me, so I'm going to show you exactly why I'm better than him and the only one that can make you feel real pleasure. Now let's give the shitty nerd a show he won't forget.'

"But...' your eyes shift to Izuku, trapped in the chair.

"Don't worry the little pervert is in on this, right Deku?" Bakugou assures you. "Now face Deku and lean against me."

You hesistate for a moment, questioning if you could really do this. But as you glanced over at the green haired man you noticed something you hadn't before. Deku had an erection, dripping with precum, red with want and you realized this was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. It was also the hottest and dirtiest scenario that you could ever dream of, and your boyfriend set aside his hatred of the number one hero to work with him to set this up for you, in a weird way, it was kind of romantic.

So you did what was asked of you. You sat in between your lover's legs and let his game unfold.

Bakugou positioned you so your legs were spread out, using his own legs to hold them wide open so Deku could see. He leaned you back against him, sitting himself against the back board in a way that pushed your breast out and made your stomach taut. You looked beautiful, both men could agree on how sexy you were and are. And thus the show began.

Bakugou ran his large, warm hands down your sides, sending shiver down with it. He then ran his hands back up sending pleasurable little sparks with them, the utter control he had over his quirk always made your core tighten and he knew it. He brought his hands up to your breast squeezing them almost harshly, messaging them, before he began teasing your nipples. Deku's eyes focused on your chest devouring the sight of his childhood bully tweaking your nipples, twisting and pulling at them, wishing he could be released and join in but he knew his role in this was to watch.

You tried to hold your moans in but then Bakugou began sucking and kissing messily on your neck, spit cooling on it at places his lips ventured away from. Then a moan is ripped aggressively out of your throat when he lays a viscous bite on the crook of your neck, lapping at the spot to sooth the ache. Wetness pools at your pussy entrance and you know that no matter how embarrassing you find your noises to be, especially in the face of Japan's Number One Hero, you wouldn’t win against Bakugou's assault.

Bakugou let one hand fall away from your chest down to your beautiful lips, toying with the lips, spreading them open and shut, causing a butterfly light friction on your most intimate areas. You whined and tried to buck your hips, begging for more, the shame of being a needy and wanton creature non-existent at this point. Even as your eyes fluttered open and you caught Deku's eyes at your entrance, his dick almost purple with want, you found yourself unashamed. In fact you’re only more turned on.

Finally Bakugou dragged his strong fingers up and down your entrance, teasing your clit. He gathered your wetness and brought it up to your clit, beginning a teasing tango on your most sensitive area. Both your’s and Deku’s hips strained to try and buck for more friction. Your attempt became fruitless as the hand not occupied with your beautiful pussy stopped you from moving and Deku is restricted from the ropes around his waist. You whined, begging for more, “ Please Kats need more, please, please.”

“Since you begged so prettily…” Bakugou said as he roughly shoved two of his fingers into your wet cavern. You gasped at the intrusion, not prepared for it in the slightest. Immediately Katsuki started a brutal pace, making you clench and the air in your throat catch. You began to squirm and your hands tried gripping at the blankets below you. It was a painful pleasure that caused your stomach and pussy clench ready to reach your peak if you had just a little more to push you over. Then, just as you were about to cry from the frustration, Bakugou began shooting little sparks through his fingers that were inside you directly on the spot that made your toes curl. A scream was ripped out of your lungs and an orgasm was forced out of you.

Katsuki fucked you through your orgasm and continued to fuck you after you came down, overstimulating you to the point of tears. He let you cry for awhile longer before taking his fingers out. Bakugou surprised you by getting out from behind you, positioning you with the hand that wasn't inside of you to rest against the backboard he previously occupied.

He calmly swaggered over to where Deku was tied up and removed his gag only to shove the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth, effectively choking him for a moment. "A little treat for you nerd, you won't get many so I expect you to thank me for what you get.” Bakugou then took his fingers out and looked at Deku expectingly.

Deku gasped for air for a moment before answering, “Thank you Kacchan. They taste amazing I can see why you want to keep them to yourself, thank you for sharing.”

“That’ll do for now, now for the main event.” Bakugou put the gag back and turned his attention back to you. “Y/n get over here and sit on Deku’s lap make sure you don’t let him inside you but get close enough to torture him."

Jelly legged, you followed his order. As you sat down you could feel Deku's throbbing member against your ass and back, making you mewl with want. You wiggled just the tiniest bit to get a little friction on your reawakened pussy, ready for whatever Katsuki had planned. He crept closer to you, leaning down to capture your lips in a filthy kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat so deep it caused you to gag just the slightest bit. All of a sudden you felt the chair lift up enoughthat you were almost eye level with your tall lover. You felt Deku below you quiver at the small amount of movement, it caused a fresh and sticky burst of precum to burst forward and begin to coat your back.

Bakugou gave you one last dirty kiss pulling apart as a string of saliva connected you both for a second longer before it broke and began leaking down your chin and chest. It fueled your desire even more. Bakugou smirked at you before lining himself with your entrance and plunging in with such force that you pushed back against Deku, trapping his aching dick between his own chest and your back tightly. Katsuki began thrusting into your wet cavern slowly but harshly. You could hear Deku whimpering and moaning through his gag, you could even feel his harsh breathing against your neck as you were pushed further against him.

Bakugou groaned at the tightening of your walls knowing you were just as turned on by torturing Deku as he was. Katsuki could see tears forming in his rivals eyes as he brushed against the spot that made your toes curled and slammed into you harder and faster. He saw your head fall back against Deku and saw Deku’s eyes on you longingly. Bakugou knew this was the right move. He continued his onslaught giving you wave after wave of pleasure until all your strings were pulled taunt and snapped in ecstasy. You jerked against the two male bodies as you came, hands flying down to grip at Deku’s thighs as you humped against your boyfriend trying to prolong your high.

Once you came down you weren’t given any time to recover as Bakugou forced you to stand up and turn around. He pulled a lever on the chair to put Deku back down. You thought maybe it was over but Bakugou hadn’t come and he had another plan in store. Katsuki forced you to bend over causing you to grip Deku’s arms to steady yourself and keep you upright. You were now eye to eye with him. Bakugou wasted no time plunging back into you. You tried to drop your head down as to not make eye contact with Deku but Bakugou gripped your hair tightly to continue the contact.

“You’re going to look him in the eye as I fuck you and use you. You’re going to show him exactly who is fucking you so right, you hear me?” Bakugou demanded. You nodded as a moan made it’s way out your mouth. He gave an especially aggressive thrust into your tight cunt making your tits bounce hard against Deku’s neglected dick. Tears were streaming down Deku’s face at the utter torture his manhood was being out through. He could try breaking the ropes but he knew Bakugou would end this the moment he did. You looked so fucked out and dirty. Every time Bakugou thrusted his large dick in you you'd gasp and moan and get centimeters away from Izuku's face. He longed for any sort of relief whether it came from you or Bakugou, he'd be a fool to deny how hot your boyfriend has always been.

As Bakugou picked up his pace he brought one of his hands to your neglected clit and began ruthlessly drawing circles across it over and over again in rythm with his thrusts. The pleasure left you babbling, drool pooling outside your mouth, dripping down his body and onto Deku's lap. The sinful feeling of your spit traveling down his dick and balls almost made Deku cum without being truly touched but before he could Bakugou removed his hand rom your hair and gripped Deku's base painfully, stopping the orgasm before it could escalate.

"I didn't say you could cum during this you shitty nerd so you better stop that right now or I stop this, got it?" Bakugou barked never stopping his movements in you. Izuku nodded, tears streaming down his cheeks in droves.

Bakugou brought his hand back to your hair making sure you e/c eyes never waivered from Deku's. He groaned as your pussy kept clenching around him, turned on by you and how pathetic Deku was rendered. Honestly that moment was the most he'd ever been turned on, you looked and felt as amazing as always, filling his veins with lust but having his rival tied up and at his mercy? It was like having a lightning bolt of pure aphrodisiac running it's course through him.

Bakugou picked up his thrust and the circles on your clit. He could feel you start to cum, could feel your delightful cunt clench tightly and rapidly. You felt your body ascend to a level of pleasure that you'd never achieved before. Looking into Deku's eyes you felt your body tighten and coil and snap harder than you thought possible. The sick perversion of having your favorite hero watching as you were ravaged by your boyfriend, making you look into his eyes as you came, you gushed all over Bakugou. You squirted for the first time in your life soaking Bakugou's pelvis and legs. The ego boost of causing you to squirt pulsed through Bakugou making him to drive into you at break neck speed, prolonging your high to the point of over stimulation yet again, the tears already spilling from your eyes and back onto Deku. Bakugou gave a final thrust, loving the sight of your's and Deku's tears, cumming forcefully into your cervix.

Bakugou fell against your back slightly, holding onto you waist tightly. He took a minute letting you both catch your before he spoke his next words, sedning a new wave of shock and pleasure through your spine. "Maybe if Deku can be a good boy and stay tied up for the night we can have a round two in the morning. How does that sound Deku?"

You barely has the strength to lift your head to see Deku's excited nod.

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[soireegurl]

Hii i love ur works smm can i request yandere ex Jungwon who turns out to be a doctor and u meet him while u were in the hospital visiting ur boyfriend Sunghoon (i hope that made sense😭😭) ur such an amazing writer 🩷🩷

Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the long wait! Hope you'll like it!

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You were at the hospital, nervously pacing the waiting room.

Sunghoon had been admitted for a minor procedure, and while you were anxious about him, you were relieved to be with him.

As you sat down, hoping to find some comfort, the hospital staff wheeled in a new doctor for a consultation.

When the doctor walked in, your heart nearly stopped.

It was Jungwon, your ex.

His once familiar gaze now carried a clinical coldness that sent shivers down your spine.

His presence was like a cruel twist of fate, especially since you had been trying so hard to move on from the obsession that once defined your relationship.

Jungwon, still as charming as ever but with an unsettling edge, greeted you with a polite nod.

"Hello... Miss Y/n... I'm doctor Jungwon. I'm here to discuss with you about Mr Park Sunghoon's condition... May I ask how are you related to him?"

His tone was low and his stare was intense.

You felt your stomach churn as you looked into his eyes.

"I... I am his girlfriend..."

You didn't know where you got that courage from to say that in front of his face. You were so scared that you can't stop shaking.

But to your surprise Jungwon didn't have any reaction. Maybe just not on the outside.

It was weird to see him all professional and calm. As he explained Sunghoon’s condition and the procedure, you noticed subtle, almost imperceptible glances he cast your way. It was as if he was gauging your reactions, analyzing your every move with a disturbing interest.

You tried to stay calm, focusing on Sunghoon’s condition. Jungwon was efficient and professional, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that his calm demeanor masked something darker.

After discussing about Sunghoon's condition, he removed his mask and went back to the Jungwon you knew.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said, his eyes lingering on you with a look that suggested more than mere professional curiosity.

You didn't know how to react or what to say... Just as the silence is about to kill you, Jungwon's assistant walked in and escorted you out as the next patient is in line.

"See you next time... Miss Y/n..."

The way he calls your name... You just can't ignore that shady feeling. The fear that something is going to happen. But you have Sunghoon now... You will be fine... Right?

You had to accompany Sunghoon to the hospital for almost all his visits as you are worried about his condition. But this means that you have to see Jungwon regularly and that's not good.

But for Sunghoon, you just had to do it. You guys are in a hospital... He can't do anything.

That's the only hope you had, the hope that he is still mentally sane. And won't do anything in public.

During one of his visits, Jungwon pulled you aside, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “You seem to be doing well,” he said, his eyes boring into yours.

“It’s been a while since we last saw each other. I’m glad to see you’re still as captivating as ever.”

He sounded calm and nice as if he was really happy for you. But his eyes say the complete opposite.

You felt a chill. The way he spoke was familiar yet deeply unsettling. It was the same possessive intensity you remembered all too well.

Jungwon had always been deeply involved in every aspect of your life, and now, even in this new role, he seemed to be slipping back into his old ways.

Trying to ignore the unsettling feeling, you focused on Sunghoon. But Jungwon’s presence was a constant shadow, and the more you tried to distance yourself, the more insistent he became.

His concern for Sunghoon seemed less about the medical side and more about keeping a close watch on you.

"Is he a good boyfriend?"

"He can't even take care of himself, how can he take care of you?"

"Honestly, I did a better job, didn't I?"

Those questions... They were more like words that are trying to break you and Sunghoon's relationship. But obviously it's not gonna work. And none of it is true. You just didn't have the courage to reply to him.

But gladly he didn't force you as well. But... He definitely did something that scared the shit out of you.

"I hope you didn't forget about what I said before..."

Hearing his words, you can't help but to remember what he said when you guys broke up.

"You will never escape from me. You can run... But I'll always find you. We belong together. Not even death tears us apart."

You soon realized that while you were attempting to move forward, the past wasn’t so easily left behind. Jungwon, your ex and now a doctor, had found a new way to insert himself into your life, and it was becoming increasingly clear that his obsession had never truly faded.

The safe haven you thought you had found with Sunghoon was now under threat, as Jungwon’s fixation began to cast a long, dark shadow over everything.

[buckdefencesquad]

Chat, do I bother carrying this on? Classic Ghost being an idiot. But I'm debating just binning it

Soap isn't handsome. He's not rugged. He's not chiselled (well, his abs are). He's pretty. It makes Ghost fucking hate him as soon as he meets him. Soap is the prettiest fucking thing he's ever seen. He wants to own him. He's so pretty it makes him want to grab, tear, destroy. No straight man should be that gorgeous. It’s a crime against humanity.

He nearly loses it after their first mission together, Soap standing inches away from him, looking up at him through dark lashes. Pretty blue eyes shining and a sweet flush on his face. Spreading down his face, neck, below his t-shirt. Ghost wants to grab him, rip his shirt off and find out if it goes any further. Instead of giving in to his instincts, he just turned around and walked away. Leaving Soap there, pouting and confused.

He tries to resist Soap's attempts at friendship. But he's so fucking pretty and persistent and perky. All the P's Ghost can think of. It's like basking in the sun, getting soap's attention. He decides not to waste it. For as long as Soap gives it to him, He will take and take and take.

Soap is the pretty boy of the 141. Gaz is handsome, but Soap. Something about him just sucks you in. The higher-ups love him. The recruits love him. Everybody wants Soap in some way. Whether it's his friendship or more.

And yet it's Ghost he chooses. Soap walks into the mess and has numerous offers of a place to sit. He waves them off, grinning and gorgeous. Gets his food and hesitates for a second before making his way over to Ghost's table tucked in the corner. Sits down opposite him with a sweet little blush. Doesn’t expect Ghost to make conversation, just chatters away. The first few weeks of this happening, Ghost had just stared, Johnny not caring every time his eyes flicked up and met Ghost's relentless stare (which was surprisingly often).

Then Ghost started grunting at the appropriate times, enjoying the way Soap's eyes lit up. And then, a week later, he’d started talking. Soap had been almost giddy when he’d asked him a question about something he’d just said.

Ghost, let it continue. Soap dropped into his office and his room. Quiet nights spent together, talking about shared awful childhoods. Quiet nights filled with Soaps, gentle laughter, and ghosts muted chuckles. Seeing Soap stretched out on his bed, shoes kicked off, clad in sweatpants and a soft shirt was a real test of his self-control. Watching Soap roll over onto his back, stretching and groaning, telling Ghost he was too tired and comfy to move, so he’d just sleep here. Ghost would grunt and make him leave, ignoring Soap's pout as he shut the door behind him.

The most infuriating thing about how pretty Soap was, he didn’t even realise it. It was lucky, really, that Soap didn’t know the power he could wield, especially over Ghost. He’d come trotting over to their table in the mess, all cheery because, yet again, he’d been given an extra dessert. He’d hold it up, grinning at Ghost triumphantly, and Ghost would ache with want. The ache would worsen when Soap never hesitated before sliding the dessert over to him with a cheeky wink.

Ghost had some leave coming up and was in his room, packing when Soap sauntered in, throwing himself on the bed dramatically. Ghost ignored Soap, still methodically packing. Soap was staring intensely at him, and Ghost enjoyed the impatience he could practically feel simmering off of him.

“Lt,” Soap called.

Ghost grunted, knowing that Soap would understand it was an invitation to keep speaking.

“What are your plans when you’re home?” Soap asked, leaning in closer, smiling. “You got a guy? A girl?”

Ghost froze. He’d never come out to Soap, not wanting to risk Soap being uncomfortable with the idea of Ghost wanting him. But Soap was asking, so it must mean he was alright with it. He could use this moment to come out and pretend to Soap that he had no interest in him, that he was safe.

“No girls for me. Ever. No long-term guy either, but there’s this same one I fuck whenever I’m back home. I’ll probably shoot him a text on my way home. It’s been a while; there’s no one here I’d fuck, so it’s been a long year.” Ghost told Soap with a harsh laugh at the end. Of course, Ghost had no intention of texting anyone, too obsessed with Soap to consider ever touching anybody else.

He watched Soap out of the corner of his eye as he spoke. The easy smile on his face slid off his face. His face became hard, with no hint of the softness that he usually directed at Ghost. When Ghost finished speaking, there was a prolonged silence.

Soap stood up from the bed and nodded. “Have a great time.” Was all he said, going to clap Ghost on the shoulder before stopping himself and just walking out, the door slamming behind him.

Ghost stood there perplexed. He had no clue why Soap was suddenly mad at him. He sighed and continued to pack. It couldn’t be because he was gay, right? When he was finally finished, he placed his duffle by the door, ready for when he left the next morning.

As Ghost approached the jeep that would take him home, he looked around for Soap. He was sure he’d come and say goodbye, but there was no sign of him. He ignored the disappointment that gnawed at him. He knew this would happen. Something would make him lose Soap.

[impactedfates]

Hello! Is it alright if I request platonic headcanons for Dan Heng, March 7th, and Welt with a teen!reader who’s really calm and chill? They don’t cause trouble/chaos, has a really calming presence, easy to talk to, is mostly mature for their age, but they aren’t cold or blunt. They are nice but not naive, and they are quite observant + smart when they need to be, so they’re good at solving problems (reader is kind of like the calmest one on the Astral Express lol)

Please remember to take breaks and to stay hydrated! Your health comes first :)

A/N: Yes it's alright :D Thank you, I'll remember to take breaks and drink water, you will too alright?? I'm so sorry if this came out so late :sob: I didn't mean to make you wait for so long!

Genre/Trope: Platonic + Found Family (Express Family)

Format: Head Cannons (Separate)

Warnings: None

Extra: Reader slightly of taller then March despite being younger // Grandpa Welt <33 // Reader was also found in ice along with March

Dan Heng admires how calm you can be, even in stressful situations and is thankful at how observant and smart you are. Likely helping the group get out of certain situations due to it. You're rather different to the girl who was found floating near you in ice and he noticed quickly how you two were almost polar opposites.

He enjoys having another person on board the express who's calm and he's thankful you're easy to talk too. And that you don't mind how closed off he is himself, he's also thankful you don't cause trouble on missions or the express and rather you help defuse them.

He sees you as a younger sibling and makes sure you're being taken care of as well. Everyone on the express is his family and he will ensure all will be protected. This means you have to eat your vegetables, hydrate and sleep.

I see you two relaxing in the archives as you help him with adding things into the Data Banks when neither of you can sleep. And when you do ultimately fall asleep, he carefully carries you back to your room and tucks you in before continuing working himself.

Also, despite being younger then most of the express, you're more mature then a good few of them which are adults. And he's unsure if he should be concerned cuz of that fact.

March 7th is older then you, but she considers you her twin! Simply because you were both found on the same day, and even though everyone knows you're a teen so younger then she is. People go along with it.

She complains a bit about being shorter then you, one of the times she doesn't call you her twin. But she means well, all her little annoyances and complaints with you slightly being taller is a joke.

Anytime she's stuck on a puzzle she always call for you (And I mean like, those puzzles you buy in shops) and always watches intently as you figure it out.

She's of course aware at how calm and chill you are, and honestly. When you two first got to know each other she wanted to see what would change that. Pulling pranks and attempting to annoy you but not too much. Yet you still stayed calm.

She's very interested at how you're so calm in nearly every situations, now a days. She accepts it as you and won't try to break the calmness you have. If she's ever having a bad day, she comes to you. You oddly have an aura that helps her calm down.

When Welt saw not one but TWO ice blocks containing people in it, he was shocked. However wasted no time in saving the two of you. Just like March you seemed to have lost your memories and he's determined to help you find out your past.

He sees you as his grandkid, and was even a bit protective of you at first. However seeing your calm nature and how smart you were in many situations calmed himself down. He's still worried if you go on missions but he trusts that you'll be protected.

He's not that surprised you act so differently to March when you two were both in ice however he does find it amusing in a way. You're still a teen so even if he does trust you now to go on missions, he wants you to update him.

Just like Dan Heng, he's thankful you're not only chill but don't cause problems, also you're rather mature for your age, if you were older then he'd definitely consider putting you in charge of the train if Dan Heng wasn't able too take charge. Considering you're age currently, only Dan Heng is in charge.

DIWNDJFEHW. Hopefully I'll be able to finish the next requests in the following days, I feel so bad for not being able to write them yet :,)

[iamnmbr3]

I LOVE your meta! <3 can you tell me your opinion about the development of draco's and harry's feelings for each other as it was accidentally written into the story (even tho JKR clearly didn't intend for a romance)? when did you think it started for both boys? i'd be very interested to know what you think. :)

Thank you!!!! <3 What a great question. I've gotten so many good asks lately.

I don't think there was one definable moment. I think it grew between them. They were both drawn to each other in some ways right from day 1 and spent seven years paralleling and orbiting each other.

Draco tries to befriend Harry before he even knows who he is (even though Harry looks rather scruffy and surely Draco must already know the children of all the "important" Pureblood families). And then he tries again once he knows who Harry is and spends years smarting at Harry's rejection, seemingly unable to move on from it or from Harry.

He's determined to be a part of Harry's life, if not as a friend then as a rival. He can't cope with Harry's disregard and constantly seeks attention from him. Even Lucius can't stop him from openly antagonizing Harry despite cautioning Draco in book 2 that it's unwise to be so openly hostile to Harry at this point.

Meanwhile Harry constantly watches what Draco does and even dreams about him his very first night at Hogwarts. After being nearly murdered by Voldemort at the end of book 1, during the summer before his second year Harry thinks of Draco as his arch nemesis and also thinks about how he kinda misses him.

For the first 5 years they know each other, Draco's entire life revolves around Harry whereas Harry has other things that he's dealing with though he's always extremely aware of and attuned to Draco. In some ways this might lead one to think that Draco is aware of his feelings a lot earlier. But honestly I think they're both in deep denial, though I do think perhaps Draco has more of an inkling since he is the one seeking Harry out.

Still, given the sharpening lines of the war, especially from book 4 on, I think Draco knows this is something that he should not and cannot feel or pursue and he tries to tell himself it's just dislike. Especially since mortifyingly Harry despises everything he thinks he believes in.

I think Draco would be the first to admit it to himself though. Probably during 7th year, once he's started to realize how wrong he's been about so many things and once he's been forced to confront the fact that he is not and will never be the person he's supposed to be, that he hates and fears Voldemort and the Death Eater cause, and that he hopes somehow, somewhere Harry is alive and that all the whispers about him being the Chosen One are true and that he really can end this.

And maybe in that context he also starts to admit to himself that maybe he never really hated Harry after all, that maybe the whispered remarks his friends made when they were younger were true and maybe he does feel something for Harry other than disdain. And that maybe it's not just that he finds Harry's stupid messy hair and green eyes aesthetically pleasing. Maybe he actually likes him. As a person. Maybe he loves him.

By the time the war is over I think he's come come to terms with it. Harry is just another thing he's lost, his feelings for him another thing he realized far too late.

Meanwhile we know that from the end of book 6 on Harry stops thinking about Draco with rancor and instead pities and worries about him, doesn't blame him for anything, and tries to save him at every opportunity. However, Harry also has a job to do and he and Draco are on the opposite sides of a war. The reality is that nothing can come of any feelings Harry might have and 1 or both of them may very well not survive the war.

Harry compartmentalizes and shuts down all feelings he might have and all thoughts of what might have been. Especially after the Manor, when he realizes that Draco may well be tortured to death because of him, he blocks him from his mind. He can't afford to examine his feelings or he won't be able to go on. Plus, if Voldemort reads his mind it will put Draco in even more danger.

Besides, he has Ginny. Someone who is so much more acceptable to care about. Someone who symbolizes all the intangible things Harry imagines he will want after the war. I think post Manor is the closest Harry comes to really acknowledging and verbalizing to himself what he feels, but he doesn't quite get there. (Though you could also read it as Harry realizing his feelings after the Manor scene and then realizing how impossible it all is and shutting Draco out of his mind completely).

But then the war's over. Harry gets to have his relationship with Ginny. He gets to realize that somehow in the peace they don't quite click anymore. Maybe they drifted apart. Or maybe what they had wasn't that strong to begin with. He's not sure, though sometimes he remembers the way at the end of sixth year she thought he was going off to fight Voldemort because it was what would make him "happy" rather than because he felt he had to, and wonders if maybe they were never going to work out, no matter what.

And meanwhile Draco's cleaning up his life. Harry speaks for him at his trial. And somehow they find each other again in the postwar world. Because they always do. Because they haven't been able to do anything but orbit each other since they were 11. And when Harry looks at Draco he feels something. And maybe he's never really put it into words before, even to himself, but somehow it doesn't feel new at all. It feels inevitable.

[seikkoi]

ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘᴛ.3 | tony stark x f!reader

18+ minor dni

tw: nsfw, mild dubcon elements, rough sex, drunk sex, degradation, edging, choking, bruising, possessive behavior, reckless driving

word count: 2373

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘 | 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗢

“The way you fucking dress-letting anyone touch you when you’re out with me. That fucking bratty attitude. It’s like you know every little thing that sets me off. Really, I don’t know how I held back from you so long.” Tony’s rambling voice darkens in the same moment that he moves his fingers faster. Your eyes flutter-until you remember your driving, reaching down to grab Tony’s hand. Not to your surprise, it’s of little effect. With his other hand, he presses on your knee, forcing you to accelerate.  “Tony, stop , okay? I don’t want to crash.” Tony ignores you, pressing your knee further. “I take what I want, honey. You are no exception.”

Behave.

It echoed in your mind the moment it left Tony’s lips. Vowels continued to reverberate between your ears. At his instruction, you changed into a spare dress you kept in your office. You’d draped a cardigan overtop, hiding freshly-sore wrists. The implications for the evening followed you like a cloak back into that godforsaken elevator. This time, Tony presses the button for the garage instead of the lobby. This time, he’s with you, a step ahead and to your right in the cramped space. You find your spot against the wall once more, watching the muscles in his back.

Tony’s wordless- hands clasped in front of his body-calm. The time in the elevator is brief, but the entire time you’re terrified (hoping?) he’s going to repeat his antics. 

A breath comes to you once the doors ding open, revealing the cold concrete. You’ve seldom ventured down here at night, having to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights. 

Tony steps out and you follow without much thought. You do, however, wonder why he’s brought you here. The confusion only grows when you walk up a sleek black sports car. Happy always met you two outfront, and you’ve never seen Tony drive himself anywhere a day in his life.

Tony heads to the driver side as you stand by the hood, puzzled. When he produces a set of keys from his jacket, you have to bite back the urge to ask if he even k nows how to fucking drive. 

He gives the keys a teasing shake, before opening the driver side door and gesturing towards you.

“You can’t be serious,” you say, looking at Tony like he’s insane. It’s not the driving aspect that floors you. In fact, nearly the opposite. At first, you thought the choice in car was just another chance to mess with you. You weren’t much of an autophile, but you mistakenly mentioned your appreciation for this one car in particular to Tony not that long ago. 

You honestly thought he would’ve forgotten about your interest in driving it. Or, that he would have driven it himself just to tease you. Actually giving you the keys to your dream car? As per usual, nowhere on your radar. Fucking you, kissing you, then an extremely luxurious gift was even more out of order relationship progression to you, but you’re too bewildered to question it. 

Tony’s still waiting, rather patiently in fact. The look on your face is very much worth a little composure. 

“Very serious, come on,” he responds, with an upbeat tone. The echo returns, behave bouncing around like a grenade. 

And so, you do as you’re told. 

You drive, getting occasional directions from Tony in the passenger seat. You don't know how you’re doing it, knuckles white on the steering wheel and your boss’ eyes burning your skin. The city streetlights give fractured illumination to the car while you’re barely breathing. More nervous than you have been in years, your mind still can’t process the last twenty-four hours.

Eventually, the streets turn into highways, and you can breathe once more. A twinge of joy takes over, enamored by the roar of the engine. Unfortunately, it’s not long before you're suffocating again.

In the very last light of day, you notice your sleeves have ridden up, revealing what you wanted to forget. The reality of your day sinks in. You let him do this. Use you, break you down, then entice you with something he knew you wanted. You can’t turn your head, too afraid to see whatever look is painting Tony’s face. 

Your body tenses back up, which Tony notices. 

The asshole laughs at your tight grip. “What, ‘fraid of me or something?” 

You want to turn and glare, curse him, and ask why the fuck wouldn’t you be. He seems to read your mind, though, saving you a world of pain later.

“This is for you .” , he says, caressing your thigh with his hand. “I’m very rewarding.”

“So long as I behave ?” 

His touch is more electrifying than before, but you’re hesitant to give him any more satisfaction. You match his intonation, head focused on the road ahead. The rough hand drifts north, moving under your dress to the lace of your underwear.

“Precisely.” Tony teases a finger along your length, relishing in your reluctant tremble. “Not here for games, honey.”

“Why am I here?” You still can’t wrap your head about your boss, Tony Stark, wanting anything to do with you- much less punish you for your disloyalty. The hum of the car moves through your bones. You’re hoping your voice doesn’t show how worked up he’s already making you. 

The mission’s a failure once he moves past the lace barrier, properly touching you the way you craved. Tony learned last night what makes you submit to him, pressing hard against your clit to make you grip the wheel even tighter. 

He waits until your breath becomes shaky to answer. 

“You know, I really did try to leave you alone. For a long, long time.”  It comes out slow, with the heavy weight of a confession. It’s partially because he’s too focused on you- every gasps and twitch of your body. His fingers are too active for you to respond, ducking between your clit and your entrance in a sick dance. 

“You’re here because I’ve spent all these years trying not to ruin you.” You slow down, the foot pressed to the gas relaxing when you realize Tony isn’t going to stop. 

“-Ever since the first interview.”, he says.

Had he really wanted you then, since the first time you met? It reshapes everything to you, makes pent-up anger more desirable. You don’t have time to question before a finger slips inside.

“The way you fucking dress-letting anyone touch you when you’re out with me. That fucking bratty attitude. It’s like you know every little thing that sets me off. Really, I don’t know how I held back from you so long.”

Tony’s rambling voice darkens in the same moment that he moves his fingers faster. Your eyes flutter-until you remember your driving, reaching down to grab Tony’s hand.

Not to your surprise, it’s of little effect. With his other hand, he presses on your knee, forcing you to accelerate. 

“Tony, stop , okay? I don’t want to crash.”, you whine while he pushes in a second finger. 

Tony ignores you, pressing your knee further.

“I take what I want, honey. You are no exception.”

 -

By some godforsaken miracle, you manage not to cause a multi-vehicle collision. It’s at the added price of Tony’s hand between your legs. 

You become the embodiment of everything Tony wanted to see. He wanted to see you devoted, not just to his name, but to him. You’d done that five days a week for years- you just needed to not be a whore while you did.

You acted as his perfect reflection- careful with your attention. You seldom left his arm as the night carried on. You’d sweet talked investors all the same (under your boss’s watchful eye.) How you managed to persuade money out of other entrepreneurs pockets and into Tony’s felt criminal at times. The dedication you gave to your job was what drew him to you in the first place.

Even before you were hired, you rambled about how much good you do for Stark Industries- “ if only you give me a chance” 

They’re famous last words, because now he had you pinned to the wall again. 

Only this time, Tony’s kissing you softly, peppering down your neck while he praises your good behavior. “Excellent” and  “perfect” flow like a chant between pauses. His calloused hands run along your body, but without anger. He touches you like you’re fine art he’s scared to ruin. 

You’d driven back to the office after dinner- his idea. You half expected him to send you off, but he opened the driver’s side door instead. Wanting to still please him, you followed him up to his penthouse without a word. The second the door closed, Tony was on you.

It’s a sudden assault, the CEO’s lips sucking at your pulse point and running light hands across your body. He touches you as if it’s the first time- the right way, until you're barely able to hold yourself up from the stimulation.

You aren’t used to this from Tony- hell, you’re barely used to him at all. You think back to the elevator only a few yards away, how he took you, finishing inside you without question or doubt. It’s mind-splitting- the gentle passion and praise he afforded you now versus the angry lessons he instilled for the last day. How could he hurt you and still leave you this needy for more?

Tony pants as he pulls away, cupping your face. Your eyes flutter open to a pleased grin, Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist. His irises are covered in the same dark lust that sends a shudder through you, but this time you're given no pain- just the need to beg Tony to kiss you again.

The urge overwhelms you, leaning forward to try and capture his lips. Tony’s hand threads through your hair, pulling you slightly back with a soft tsk .

“So needy, are you?” There’s an edge in his voice, but his expression remains. 

“Yes.”, you whisper through gritted teeth. 

It’s a reality that you hate. You hated that he could indeed have anything he wanted, including you. He knew just where to touch, what to say, and where to hurt you. You followed damn near every command Tony gave because the fear of disappointing him was worse. That was the case even before the elevator. 

You felt lucky to even know him. Tony knew that meant he could make you his almost effortlessly. It didn’t take much to turn your dedication into something more. All you wanted was to please him. If that took a little punishment, so be it. Hearing his praise now was too addicting- you’d do nearly anything for it. 

Tony, aroused at your honesty, returns his mouth to yours with a hungry fervor. He trails his way back down your neck, hands reaching behind you to unzip your dress. 

The fabric pools at the floor while you try not to cry out when his mouth finds your nipple. Tony has a bigger mission, however, only biting at the sensitive flesh for a moment- continuing his path down your stomach, kneeling before you. 

It’s an overpowering sight- biting your lip as Tony kisses his way up your leg, his soft sighs filling your ears. 

You look down and meet Tony’s when he stops near the apex of your legs, fingers hooked in lace panties.

The hooked fingers remove your underwear, and Tony moves your right leg over his shoulder. Teasing kisses along your inner thigh follow-and you groan in response. Your hand reaches out, gripping at his opposite shoulder. You’d hope that would inspire him to just give you what you wanted already.

“I’m a very simple man.” He punctuates his sentence with another kiss to your inner thigh.

“I have no problem giving you the world, doll, as long as you earn it.” Tony looks up at your touch-starved face, wearing that same satisfied smile. 

“I will, I promise.” The words come out before you realize what you've said. It’s the truth all the same. 

The moment they do, however, Tony’s grin widens, leaning forward to finally reward you. 

His tongue darts along your length, darting up to swirl against your clit with each trip. The sudden pleasure sends you arching into him. As much as Tony wants to hold you in place and make you take everything he has to give, this is your reward after all. 

He moves in at an even pace, slow enough to let you feel every movement and moan escaping him. Your hand at his shoulder tightens, chest heaving and mouth stuck in an open gasp. Tony is precise, drawing intricate patterns with his tongue. His hands tighten on your hips at the sounds you make. You’re almost certain he’s enjoying this more than you.

He nearly is, relishing in how good you were for him, how good you’re being for him. Tony can’t decide what’s better, the way you sound or the way you taste. It’s hard for him not to lose himself in you, quickening his tongue and lapping at your entrance. Either way, he considers you beyond perfect in this moment. That’s true in any event, but the strain in his suit pants is biased.

“ Tony ,” you moan out, barely able to form another thought. Though, you're not sure what you’re begging for- he was already giving you more than you could ask for. 

Your moans become more feverish and shaky, your other hand coming to the brown locks below you. You knew he’d never let you control him, but the heat in your cunt was turning unbearable and you needed to touch him. 

Tony groans when he feels that you're close, the vibration running straight through you. He doesn’t relent, using the hands on your hips to bring you closer. His attention turns to your clit, grazing his teeth until you start to shudder against him once more. It doesn’t continue for long- stars flooding your vision while your thighs involuntarily try to jerk away. Tony forces you back, making you ride out your high on his tongue. All you can manage are a string of pleasure-ridden curses and cries of Tony’s name as he does. 

Once you are able to think clearly again, you notice Tony’s wet face and ever-present smile. Seeing him on his knees now was more overwhelming than earlier. When he meets your eyes, he swiftly slides a finger into your sensitive cunt, making you groan. You’re soaked, causing a filthy sound as he does. 

“T-Tony, what are yo-” Your question is cut off by a whimpering moan when the finger inside you curves upwards. 

“What, not so needy anymore?”, he taunts. 

You try to push his shoulders away, the stimulation near blinding. Tony, nowhere near finished you, shoves you back to the wall.

“You’re done when I say you are.” 

[dreamwritesimagines]

A younger reader and pre-x men Logan would be such a sexy, angsty disaster.

She knows exactly what kind of life she wants, Logan barely knows who he is; she would ramble at him as a way of flirting and he would try to be mean to her to get her to stay away only to immediately apologize and fall in love with her in 3 seconds flat.

(The fact that Logan is a softy gets buried under all the bad boy Logan fic writers and i can't stand it- HE'S AN OLD MAN, HE'S BEEN SAD AND LONELY FOR THE PAST TWO CENTURIES. NEARLY HIS WHOLE ARC IS ABOUT HIM FINDING PEOPLE HE WANTS TO TAKE CARE OF. HE WANTS TO BELONG SOMEWHERE, WAKE UP PEOPLE)

And who needs someone more than Sunshine? Who would be more willing to provide everything for her but Logan? The frat boys never stood a chance.

The sex would be amazing, the chemistry off the charts- the angst and miscommunication would leave you sobbing.

She has interests, hobbies and dreams- Logan just has her.

They could never be healthy at that stage, Jamie is right to be concerned and call them co dependent but omfg i would read a whole series on this au

I AM STARING AT THE SCREEN, YOU ARE A GENIUS OMG-

Honeeeey!? 😍

I totally agree, like, Logan would come off as mean first because he'd know just how different they are and how he's "not good for her" so he'd be trying to keep his distance but would end up falling for her❤️

He wants to beloooong❤️

She has interests, hobbies and dreams- Logan just has her. EXCUSE ME WHILE I CRY-

Oh yeah, I don't think their relationship would be healthy at that stage either 😱 All the alarms would be ringing in Jamie's head and he'd try to talk some sense into Sunshine but it would do nothing at all😱

I absolutely love thiiiis, thank you so much love! ❤️ And I'm so inspired about this au so let's have a HC! ❤️

I totally agree with you, it would be such a sexy angsty disaster😏

He had a truck camper thing pre X Men, didn't he? He was basically living there, not caring or planning about having a home while Sunshine was definitely the opposite of that, she had all her future planned, even her future home❤️

I feel like she tried to be at the bar for his every fight, and after one of them he'd go to her and be like,

"Hi sweetheart."

"Hi! Are you okay?"

"Mm hm."

"That guy punched you really hard."

"Nah it wasn't that hard. What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a final tomorrow."

"Aw Logan, you remembered!"

"Of course I did, so what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for moral support!"

"When was the last time you slept?"

"That's irrelevant information to our conversation right now- look what I got you."

"...A candle?"

"Yeah! I figured you could put it in your trailer, it'd look nice there!"