#I mean not as much as when I was first obsessed with him

[nightblackowlbat]

Soulmate AU Dead on MAYn 25 day 1

Trope: Ghost culture is weird

Word: Bones

Scenario: Jason meets Dany as a ghost

Dialogue: “Wait, you can see me?”

Ever since Danny’s soulmate words came in, his parents’ attitude towards ghosts had done a 180. After all, what else but a ghost would say something like “wait, you can see me?” as an introduction? And if their perfect boy’s soulmate was a ghost, then ghosts couldn’t be all that bad. Jack and Maddie were soulmates after all, and they would never dream of trying to keep their son from his fated other half. (Maddie had the question “did you just build a spirit box out of a crockpot?” along her inner arm and Jack had “Obviously!” Stamped on his forehead.)

All that’s to say that the Fentons were no longer obsessed with catching any old ghost to study. No, instead they were obsessed with catching Danny’s soulmate to add them to the family. It made things pretty awkward when the portal opened up and the Fentons chased down every ghost to introduce their son, only to find Danny gone at the last minute and Phantom appearing to chase the other ghost back into the zone.

Danny was just about ready to die again of shame when Jack brought up the possibility that Phantom was his shy yet jealous soulmate, not ready to meet him yet but hating the idea of Danny meeting any other ghost first. Luckily Jazz pointed out that since Danny’s words were “wait you can see me?” It implied that his ghostly soulmate was a much weaker, invisible ghost that would only appear outside of Amity. Danny had never appreciated his big sister so much. He carefully didn’t mention that Phantom could go invisible at will.

Alas, one cannot stop a determined Fenton couple, only redirect them. Which is why they were on this grand family road trip to visit every cemetery and graveyard in America. Or at least, have Danny visit them. Jazz once again came in clutch insisting that nobody needed their whole family hovering around as they met their soulmate and demanded the parents visit colleges with her while Danny explored graves on his own.

Danny didn’t mind really, wandering around graveyards was far from the worst way his parents could have made him spend his summer. Besides, cemeteries were peaceful, beautiful even. And meeting (and teasing) the few ghosts who actually stuck by their graves was nice. Hey, as an obsession based ghost it was his right to poke a little fun at those boring graveyard ghosts who just stuck around their bones.

“Are you seriously haunting your own grave? I’m not sure I can think of anything more cliche and that’s coming from a ghost who goes by Phantom.” Danny tossed out as his usual cheeky introduction.

The ghost whirled around with a look of shock on his face. “Wait, you can see me?”

Danny felt his soul mark burn and his jaw dropped in mirrored shock. “Well I’ll be darned!” He laughed out loud. “I guess this trip wasn’t useless after all. Nice t’meetcha soulmate! I’m Danny.”

The ghost huffed. “Oh a’course I only meet my soulmate once I’m dead. Shouldn’a ‘spected any different given my weird ass words.”

“Uhm, I’m guessing you’re Jason? Or do you have a dead name you’d rather go by?” Danny nervously asked.

“Isn’t that an oxymoron? No one wants to go by their dead name. That’s the whole point.”

“Oh! Ghost culture is weird. Dead name means something different. It’s- a ghost’s dead name is who they want to be in death rather than who they were in life? Hmm. No, that’s not quite it. It’s who they always were, just crystallized and purified from everything that tainted it in life. Like, it’s who you are without life getting in the way.”

“Then. I guess I’m Robin. He can’t take that away from me now that I’m dead, now can he?”

[wendichester]

Dearest,

Once you have the time and are in the mood, would you be so kind and write a little piece about the reader dramatically mourning the loss of Sam’s beard in season 14? Like, “Who’s this stranger?”, while absolutely forgetting he was like that for most of the time, or “I won’t kiss you till it grows back” while already kissing him…

Thank you so much,

Len

｡𖦹°‧⭑ in loving memory,

summary. sam shaved. you were not expecting it.

pairing. s14!sam winchester x reader genre. silly fluff

wordcount. 502

notes / warnings. obsessed with this idea. thank you oh so much for requesting, len 🩷

You gasp so hard it echoes through the halls of the bunker.

“Oh my god.”

Sam turns around mid-step, brow furrowed, lips parted. “What—?”

You stagger back, hand to your chest like you’ve been struck. “Who are you?”

He blinks. “What?”

“Where’s Sam?” You look him over, horrified. “Oh my god. You shaved.”

Sam touches his now-smooth jaw like he forgot. “Yeah. This morning.”

“No.” You shake your head. “Not this. This is—this is treason.”

Sam sighs, amused, but clearly not surprised. “It’s just a beard.”

“Just a beard?” You walk a slow, dramatic circle around him like he’s a ghost you’re trying to banish. “That was not just a beard. That was a character arc. That was emotional support facial hair.”

Sam crosses his arms, clearly fighting back a smile. “You hated it when I first grew it.”

“Yeah, and I hated spinach too, but I evolved. I grew. I fell in love with it. With him.” You gesture mournfully to the memory of the beard, eyes misting. “He was strong. He was wise. He made you look like a rugged lumberjack philosopher and now…” You pause, squinting up at him. “You look twelve.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I do not.”

“You absolutely do.” You cross your arms. “What even possessed you?”

“I just… felt like shaving.”

You clutch the wall. “God. The betrayal.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“I’m grieving!”

“You saw me without it for years,” Sam points out, smiling now. “Like, most of the time we’ve known each other, I didn’t have a beard.”

“And I didn’t know what I had back then,” you whisper solemnly. “I was blind. I didn’t understand the gift that had been bestowed upon me.”

Sam steps closer, looming with his usual gentleness. “You’ll survive.”

You look up at him, narrowing your eyes. “I won’t kiss you till it grows back.”

He tilts his head. “Sure you won’t.”

“I’m serious, Samuel.” You poke his chest. “No kisses. I’ll pine. I’ll write poetry in its honor. I’ll light a candle in the bathroom where you trimmed it.”

Sam just leans in and kisses you. Full, warm, slow. And goddamn it, you kiss him right back.

When he pulls away, you blink up at him, stunned. “That was cheating.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

You huff, scowling half-heartedly. “Fine. But you’re on thin ice.”

He brushes his knuckles down your cheek. “Want me to grow it back?”

You pause. “Yes. But also, no. I mean—you’re hot either way, it’s just…” You trail off, scrunching your nose. “I miss the beard. He was like a friend to me.”

Sam chuckles. “You’re so dramatic.”

“You knew what this was when you fell in love with me.”

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in again, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Next time I’ll ask before I betray your heart and your jawline loyalty.”

You sigh, defeated and already nestled against his chest. “You better. Or I’ll hex you with patchy regrowth.”

He laughs. “Noted.”

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[feelfreetopleasemexo]

OMGG I FUCKING LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE KATSUKI. DEAR GOD.

I'd love to request a katsuki x shy artsy reader. Reader loves to admire kats when he's not looking, scribbling away in a notebook, which is filled with pages on pages of messy doodles and detailed sketches of him. She draws him using his quirk, she draws him in his suit... eyebrow raisingly detailed, and most of all, she studies his headshots. She captures his various expressions to the T, and sometimes writes little notes on him anywhere in the book where she has space

Of course, bakugo notices how she's always got that chunky damned notebook on her. And the more he catches her drawing away in her own little world in class, the more curious he gets, wanting to know what she could possibly be filling that book with for it to by triple is original thickness. So he confronts her. He's like "yo what're ya drawin' nerd" and she slams that book so hard and fast, immediately getting up to find the restroom it catches him off guard. And now he's suspicious. So he's making it his mission to find out what's inside that book, and if he has to chase her down to get answers then so be it

thank you thank youuuuu!

Thank you so much, means the world to me that you like my writing 🥹🥹

The book of love

If anyone so much as glanced at your notebook, they’d think you were some fan girl obsessed with the up and coming Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. It didn’t start out that way, it first started with stupid caricatures of your class mates and teachers. Kirishima with overly large shark teeth, midoriya with big bubbling watering eyes, everyone on a leash as mr aizawa held us all like feral children, hair a mess looking like a distraught single mother. Until you started to do more and more of Katsuki. He was easy to over exaggerate, big angry eyes, large explosions with him maniacally laughing in the background, a child holding an ice cream, him screaming at them for dripping it on his shoe, then the top of the ice cream falling on the floor with the child crying and him pointing, laughing at them.

Youd usually draw the pictures, rip them out and slip them to the person, making them smile and laugh at their over exaggerations, hell even mr aizawa kept his taped to the whiteboard so everyone could see how pained they made him, even in his little exhausted Chibi state. But you NEVER showed Katsuki his. He’d just burn them up, why waste the paper? Youd show them to midoriya and kirishima, warranting laughs at his eyes, his overly sharp hair, his complete lack of spatial awareness and how he clearly didnt know how to comfort kids around him. It started small, it started innocent, until Mina asked if you could draw a detailed picture of her looking badass. You spent three days drawing her in her acidman suit, glistening in the sun, donning a super cool super hero pose. She lapped it up, she stuck it to her desk and used it as some kind of inspiration, anytime she felt deflated at her loss or needed a pick me up, she’d stare at the photo, flash a massive grin and her faced will with determination. It didn’t take long before you found yourself drawing katsuki in a similar way.

His chiseled jaw, his burning eyes, the way his suit shirt clung to his abs like it was painted on…you found yourself drawing him more and more, until your notebook was compiled almost completely of him. It looked like a damn worshippers guide to Katsuki Bakugo. Tiny notes written around the headshots youd drawn, little quotes from him, tiny skulls and explosions danced around the detailed graphite scribbles as you suddenly realised he had sat down opposite you. You slammed the book closed as if whoever read it were destined to die. Your breath hitched, your hand pressed heavily on the front of your hook, almost forcing all of your weight ontop of it.

“Whatcha writing nerd? That damn book not finished yet?!” He leaned over the desk towards you, his eyes almost burning the top of your hand as he scowled at it. He reached his hand over wanting to snatch it from you, as you quickly held it to your chest and pushed your chair away from yourself as you stood up.

“Oh, nothing….i mean yeah I just Yano, like to take notes. My adhd ass can’t ever concentrate when Mr Aizawa babbles on…yano what he’s like….” Nervous laughed filled your voice as you started to walk towards the door, “gotta pee so…yeah.. cya!” You ran out of the door faster than he did whenever he chased midoriya after he compliment him, straight to the rest room. As your back leant against the cubicle door, you let out a massive sigh still clutching the book to your chest like a mother cradling their child. After composing yourself, you finally left, only to be greeted abruptly by katsukis chest. He pointed his finger into the book, his eyes staring down at you.

“Why don’t you ever show me those crappy drawings? You’re always giving everyone else shitty cartoons about themselves….why not me? Scared I’ll kill you if it’s bad?” He huffed, clearly unimpressed and slightly hurt that he was the only one in your class that hadn’t received their very own caricature.

“Errr, actually….yes.” You looked up at him, eyes nearly shaking at him being so close to you, terrified he’d let out a blast and ruin your hours of hard work. He tightened his eyes, tilting his head slightly down at you, as he saw you clutch the book closer to your chest.

“Well. I won’t. Just draw me a shitty picture, i dont like being left out. Nerd.” As he pushed you slightly, he started to walk away as you flicked to the front of the book and ripped out a particularly funny drawing. You shoved it into his hand as you ran past him, gunning straight for the classroom again. He stared down at the drawing, it was him sat ontop of everyone as they were pilled underneath him, eyes crosses, tongues sticking out, like he was sat ontop of a thrown of your classmates corpses. Tiny smoke clouds danced around them as midoriya was the last person he was sat ontop of. He let out a tiny chuckle as he shoved it into his pocket, you were surprisingly good at making him out as the king of everyone.

That was the start of his demanding. Everyday, he asked you to draw another.

“Give me wings. Give me sharper teeth. Make me kick midoriya’s ass whilst everyone watches and laughs at him. Make me look like all might, but better. Draw me with a wife and ki….?” His eyes darted to yours as you started scribbling quickly next to him, the woman looking shocking like you….you slammed the book closed and chucked it into your bag.

“Im tired, think my hands cramping now. Sorry dynamite….ill do more tomorrow.” You flashed him a smile as your cheeks began to get rosey, shuffling off to your locker and chucking your bag into it. His eyes narrowed, trying to hide his own embarrassment at the fact he wanted a picture of him with a family.

The next day he slumped to your desk again, his usual smirk plastered over his mouth.

“Draw me riding a dragon.” A simple please would’ve shocked you at this point as you opened your book and flipped to a new page, unfortunately you had forgotten that late last night you had fallen asleep drawing his side profile, wearing his hero costume, with it ripped slightly around his left eye. The open page stared back at the both of you, as your eyes widened and you slammed it shut. The sheer attention to detail on the half finished drawing made every finer in your body shake, you almost visibly started vibrating in your seat as your eyes darted to his, still staring down at where the page had laid.

“Was….that me?” His voice low, quiet, almost a rumble in his chest. You ran off before you could answer, tears welling in your eyes as you darted for the restroom again, the lump in your throat almost suffocating you. Before you could leave, he grabbed your arm and stopped you. With his eyes still looking down, he cleared his throat,

“Have….you, done anymore?” You shook your head no, trying to pry his hand off your bicep, desperately wishing you Mirio’s quirk.

“No no of course not, im not some weirdo…” suddenly he snatched the book from your hands. You lunged towards him, scratching, fighting, doing anything you could to get that book out of his damn hands. He stood up, grabbing you by the collar and held you outstretched like a cat desperately trying to claw away from the bath it so desperately needed. His eyes darted to the drawings you had painstakingly drawn of him, his face, his body, his small smiles and the way the light danced off his crimson eyes. The silence between you two only made your chest heavier, he was witnessing you at your most disgusting, your most vulnerable. You curled your body into yourself as you covered your face with your hands, sobbing into your palms.

“Im sorry kacchan, please don’t think im weird.”

A moment of silence, suddenly broken.

“Do you….really see me like this?” His eyes still fixed to the book, you couldnt read the expression on his face clearly, was he so angry he was suddenly calm? Was he beyond disgusted that he was about to obliterate you to atoms? He slowly lowered you down and clutched the book in his hands.

“Can i…”

“No.” He shoved the book into his bag and stormed off back to the dorms. Your heart sank as you were sure he was going to rip you to shreds, plastering the walls of the school in your drawings, humiliating you infront of everyone. You began to quickly think of different ways you could flee the country, maybe go to English to live with your cousins, maybe even Africa, start fresh.

The next day, you were terrified to go to class. You skulked the halls, searching desperately for any shred of evidence of your drawings on lockers, but nothing. Nothing looked different,no one stared at you and mocked, no one shouted stalker accusations at you as you enter the class room. You sat at your desk and put your head onto it, deeply sighing into it like the whole world now rest on your back, crushing you, when suddenly your book got dropped on the top of your head. You flung up and clung to it, to see Katsuki sitting down at his desk at the back of the class. As you looked at him, he stated straight ahead as if you didn’t exist, lounging back into his chair and putting his feet ontop of his desk. You looked back at your book and studied the note scribbled on the front of it.

‘Look at the back, nerd.’

You flipped to the last page and saw two stick figure drawings, one with bright orange hair in a mess, love eyes instead of usual ones, and then another standing tall with a crown on its head. It was you and him. You couldve drawn better when you were three, but it quickly became the best drawing you had ever seen. Your vision quickly becoming blurred from your tears welling up, you turned to look at him, and still staring forward, he let out a tiny smirk.

Part two out now!

[sebmindbreak]

Angst request..? User has Hanahaki Disease and is trying to hide it from Azure? (Idk sorry :,3)

OOO

user/you with an hanahaki disease , you got it! >u<

now you didnt precise if you wanted one shot or headcanons

SO FOR A CHANGE I DID HEADCANONS!

i had to do some research , i hope i did okay!

LIKE ALWAYS IF YOU SEE ANY MISTAKES TELL ME!

i alwas reread myself , but a mistake can escape me..

i hope you like it!

TYPE: ANGST

TITLE : flower bearings

AZURE

-He's incredibly perceptive, especially when it comes to you.

-At first, he notices your behavior changing how you flinch when you cough, how you always excuse yourself when you feel something rise in your throat.

-You try to smile it off, pretending you’re just tired or sick with a cold, but Azure isn’t convinced.

-He tries not to pry at first, giving you space. He respects boundaries.

-But every time he hears a stifled cough behind closed doors or sees the petals you failed to clean up, it gnaws at him.

-When he finally finds out it's Hanahaki, he panics internally.

-He hides it well, but inside, he’s terrified. Terrified of what it means, of how much pain you've been enduring alone.

-He demands to know why you didn't tell him. Not out of anger, but out of hurt. "Why didn't you trust me? Why did you think I wouldn't care?"

-Once he understands the disease is rooted in unrequited love, his tone softens.

-Azure refuses to let you suffer alone. He becomes more attentive carrying tissues, checking your pulse, making tea (if you like tea), even brushing petals out of your hair gently.

-He doesn’t leave your side unless he has to.

-He starts researching obsessively, desperate for a cure, a treatment, anything.

-When he realizes the disease is about you loving him, he freezes.

-"...It's me, isn't it? The one you... feel for?"

-If he realizes he loves you too, he won't waste another second. He’ll confess, with shaky breath and teary eyes, and hold you tightly.

-If he doesn’t feel the same (or isn't sure he does-), he still won’t let you go through this alone.

-He'll cradle you like you're fragile glass, quietly crying when you sleep, cursing himself for not seeing it sooner.

-Azure is soft with you, even when he’s scared.

-He brushes your hair back after every painful coughing fit, whispers encouragement, and makes sure you feel cared for.

-He might not have all the answers, but he makes sure you know: he isn’t going anywhere.

-Even if it hurts him too.

I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!

i kinda did a mix of past and present azure for fun too <3

[cuntygojo]

everything is romantic ft. armin arlert!

synopsis: a game of cat and mouse gets to be a little too much for armin.

content warning: nerdmin, sub!armin, dom!reader, armin has a tongue piercing, armin is a PERVERT, the glasses stay ON during sex, coming inside, not proofread, prob more but i’m a freakaleak and can’t keep track. wc: 943.

notes: not apologizing for anything that occurs in this fic, i need armin badly!!!!!

poor armin, you’ve been making him play this little game of cat and mouse far too long, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take.

a day goes by, and you’re purposely leaving your panties on the floor of the bathroom, but you swear up and down it was on accident!

“sorry ‘min, guess i forgot to grab them after my shower.” you’d say, eyelashes batting at him slowly.

“it’s okay, just please— be more careful.”

“i can’t make any promises.”

he sighs, walking back to his room to play overwatch.

no promises kept, the boy catches you changing with your bedroom door open a week later. he didn’t mean to look, he promises, his eyes moved on their own. he can’t help the fact that late at night, he imagines your body, and how soft it would feel— your hands teasing his cock oh so slowly.

by the time he’d start to lose track of it all, he heard something. at first, maybe it could’ve been confused as background noise people use for sleep, but the moans that followed after? definitely couldn’t. it was coming from your room.

fuck.

he tries to ignore it, but god, the way you sound is making him lose his mind. he can’t control the strain of his cock against his plaid sleep pants either. armin tries to think of something— anything to help him right now, but he’s far too distracted by your loud moans. he can’t help the way you sound when you whimper his name is driving him crazy.

he either needed to ignore it until you inevitably decide to torture him again, or finally put an end to your sick teasing.

he hesitates at your door, adjusting his glasses, and a hand hovering over the doorknob. should he knock? should he barge in? he decides on an answer in the middle, opening your door slowly and meticulously, just enough so he can see what you’re doing.

the poor boy nearly lets out an audible gasp at the sight. there you were, in the flesh, vibrator between legs. he’s frozen in shock— but his hard on is saying otherwise. fuck it, he thinks, it’s not like you’ll notice anyways, he speaks to himself as he slides down his boxers just enough to start touching his cock.

“o— oh god armin! you’re s’good, my good boy!”

armins cock twitches, keep calling me that please. his tip is red and sensitive, he’s waited too long to finally make himself feel good like this; thinking— no, seeing you like this is driving him wild. the blonde starts with a slow stroke, his cold hand wrapping around his warm cock, he can’t help but moan. armins eyes widen.

you turn your head to your door, finally noticing him. you let out an airy laugh before speaking,

“armin! took you long enough, come in!”

he gulps and tucks in his painful hard on, walking slowly into your room of the shared apartment.

“uhm, look— i’m really sorry that i—“

before he could finish, you’re standing up to kiss him, tongue slotting perfectly into his mouth. you feel the cold metal that adorns his mouth, giving yourself a second to admire it with your tongue. he lets out a little whine in response, your hand coming up to grasp the back of his neck as you deepen the kiss.

breaking the kiss, you lean him down onto your bed before whispering, “it’s okay, don’t worry.” he’s confused, and moreover aroused, so he lets you take the lead. “since we’re both already eager,” you start, rubbing your hand over his bulge, “why don’t we just skip to the good part?”

armin nods frantically, hands already moving towards your chest— which he’s obsessed with. you waste no time removing his pants, boxers following suit. body moving on its own, you begin to straddle armin, cupping his face in the process. so cute, you think.

“do you want me to fuck you, ‘min?”

eagerness taking over him, he guides his tip near your entrance, shuddering at your wetness. you ease down gently onto his cock with a moan, letting your hands roam as you pull up his shirt. you fingers tweak with his nipple, which is seemingly sensitive, because you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

letting out a giggle, you start to move up and down on him, making him let out a whimper. his hands grasp your hips tightly, almost as if to stop you from moving. he was strong sure, but your dedication to make him cum was stronger.

“listen baby,” you let out a moan, his cock pressing gentle kisses against your walls, “want you to cum inside, ‘kay?” he looks at you with the cutest puppy eyes, all you can do is smile down at him as you continue, “be my good boy ‘n do that for me, please?” it’s almost as if you’re begging for it, but you know he wants it just as you.

he’s thrusting into you as your bouncing gets sloppy, his grip never faltering, and his glasses sliding down his nose. you’re both a moaning mess, armin’s mouth open agape, he just can’t handle the pleasure anymore. for most it would be embarrassing how quick he came, but to you, it was the hottest thing ever.

you felt his cock twitching inside as he came with a whimper, and you quickly follow suit by clenching down onto him, gripping his chest. he starts laughing— laughing, and you were so confused.

“y’know,” he fixes his glasses, “if you wanted to do this from the start, you could’ve said so.”

[guiltyandashamed]

headcannons: MC who is easily flustered

Face turning red, stumbling over words, eyes darting away at the smallest teasing gesture—you’ve basically handed each of the brothers a brand-new obsession on a silver platter. Here’s how they react:

Lucifer

He notices immediately. The first time you stammer under his gaze or blush at a compliment, he files it away like valuable intel. He doesn't exploit it constantly—he has standards—but every now and then, he'll lean just a little closer when speaking, drop your name in that low voice of his, and smirk when you freeze.

“You’re very reactive tonight, MC. Something on your mind?”

It's not just amusement, he likes how honest your reactions are. In a world of lies and masks, your flustered state is a rare kind of sincerity. He treasures it… quietly, and with a hint of pride.

Mammon

Absolutely obsessed. The second he realizes you get flustered easily, it becomes his new favorite pastime. He lives for it. Winks, sly touches, cocky grins; it’s game over for your composure.

“Wha—did ya just blush? Hey! Don’t hide your face, c’mon, let me see!”

He gets all flustered himself after teasing you too much, though. Like he short-circuits watching you squirm and then goes red too, stammering, “A-Anyway! Quit lookin’ at me like that, damn…”

He’ll deny it to death, but he thinks you’re adorable.

Leviathan

He short-circuits right alongside you. The moment you get flustered, he mirrors it with double the intensity.

“You—you’re blushing?! Because of me?!”

Then he spirals. “W-wait, does that mean you actually like me?! I mean, you must a little, right?! Oh my god, this is just like in My Demon Prince Falls for a Human!”

He’ll still tease you, but only after he recovers from his own internal meltdown. Expect mutual embarrassment, accidental hand-holding, and a lot of him shrieking into a pillow later.

Satan

He finds it fascinating. And completely irresistible. He loves testing the boundaries, an innocent compliment, a whispered phrase near your ear, brushing your hand with his fingers just to see you twitch.

“It’s so easy to read you… You’re like an open book.”

He’ll tease gently, never cruelly, but he’s definitely studying your reactions like he’s trying to write a thesis on them. And if someone else flusters you? Expect narrowed eyes and a possessive arm around your waist next time you pass him in the hall.

Asmodeus

He lives for this.

“You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed! Look at that blush! Is it me? Or is it just my presence?”

He’ll take you apart with fluttering lashes and sultry praise, draping over you like a satisfied cat. He thrives on your every squirm, every nervous glance. And when he’s feeling generous, he’ll soothe you with a soft smile and a gentle, “Relax, darling… I’ll be gentle.”

(He absolutely won’t. But the way you react? Worth every second.)

Beelzebub

At first, he’s confused. “Are you okay? Your face is red.”

Once he realizes it’s just you being flustered from his closeness or compliments, he goes quiet for a second… then smiles softly. “I think that’s really cute.”

Beel doesn’t tease much, but he’ll do little things intentionally once he knows it flusters you, standing closer, resting a hand on your shoulder, casually lifting you out of the way with one arm (feeling his muscles, you almost pass out). He’s a walking fluster trap and doesn’t even mean to be.

Belphegor

He finds it hilarious. The second you blush at something he says, he’s grinning like a devil.

“Oho? You’re that easy, huh?”

Belphie teases in a lazy, low voice, usually while lounging across your lap or invading your space in that way that makes your brain short-circuit. He lives to watch you cover your face.

But he also finds it... weirdly endearing. You’re soft around the edges in a way that makes him want to pull you close and bury his face in your neck.

“Don’t worry,” he’ll murmur when you’re red and hiding. “I like you like this.”

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

my longshot theory about part 52 is that the "threshold" that kayne was referring to, that noel's at, is addison.

a couple reasons i think this Would Be Neat:

throughout all of s3, after he learns where he is, arthur is constantly emphasizing how addison isn't far from arkham. it's one of the main things he gets fixated on: if he gets out of there, he can go home. given how insanely circular this podcast's dialogue tends to be, and how much kayne in particular loves to make jabs at things jarthur have said or will say, i can very easily imagine "somewhere awfully close to home" being a nod to arthur's obsession with Going Home in s3.

i mean literally, compare and contrast the first time arthur learns they're in the hoosac range, in 22:

ARTHUR (thrilled): Yes, it's – it’s west, far west of Arkham! A couple hundred miles, but that means we’re close to home!

and where kayne says he sent noel, in 52:

KAYNE: Oh, he’s somewhere familiar. Somewhere awfully close to home.

it's the same. exact phrase. "close to home." hello.

also, most of the other options (leerie, the pelican lane house, etc) i've sort of wondered why noel was... apparently still there? like he can leave. those places. why opt to stay where kayne put him? has time not been passing in middle-c? is he laid up in the same hospital arthur was in during the coma? did kayne put him on house arrest for the sake of the Bit?

BUT a key factor in the beginning of s3 is that you can't feasibly get out of addison during the winter without a car, and arthur took larson's car when he left. meaning the only one left that we know of is the surveyor's, which may or may not even still be around. given that it's really not been a ton of linear time since s3 happened, i would not be at all surprised if the way out was still too frozen to go on foot.

and also, according to irvine (the guy in the red right hand in 22), "Addison tends to hold on to you until it is done [...] You’ll leave Addison when it lets you leave." he claims he's been trapped there for ten years without being able to leave. so that would be a very satisfying answer to why noel hasn't gone back to nyc or something yet. addison isn't done with him yet.

SPEAKING of irvine, we STILL don't really have closure as to what the fuck exactly he was talking about when describing the town.

MAN: There’s a place, on this Earth, where light doesn’t touch. It’s a place of unfathomable depth. Where the crashing waves and churning, nightmarish storms are but memories. Darkness so black, so all consuming, that light can be… only dreamt of. Only hoped for. This place exists, friend. ARTHUR: Addison? MAN: Some call it Addison, sure. But there are many names it goes by.

is it possible this is just a dropped thread, or tone-setting that There's Something Weird Going On In This Little Town. yes. but also. golly gee mr. irvine that sure does sound reminiscent of the dark world, doesn't it. and if noel is at "the" threshold, not just a threshold, i would not be surprised if it was a threshold with relevance to the other world that kayne was actively prepping to send jarthur directly into.

also re: loose ends in addison, there was a very good post going around a little while ago theorizing that the larsons were worshippers of nyarlathotep, and. if that were the case. it would be rather ironic and appropriate for kayne to snap noel away to a place dedicated to his old self. wouldn't it.

[metalomagnetic]

Hi!

How would you rank your Voldemorts and their partner’s relationship on a scale of healthiest to unhealthiest relationship? Whose dynamic is best for both them and slightly less messed up than the rest?

Ok, so from healthiest to most toxic:

Albus/Voldemort from Metamorphosis.

Gellert/Voldemort from Last Enemy.

Sirius/Tom from White Bishop.

Abraxas/Tom from Dissonance.

Sirius/Voldemort from It runs in the blood

Bella/Voldemort from Beauty and the Beast

Harry/Voldemort from Prison Blues

Tom/Voldemort from Ouroboros

Harry/Voldemort from Either must die

Albus/Tom from Lesser Evil

Gellert/Tom from Lesser Evil

Sirius/Voldemort from Malediction.

1-4 are actually healthy, or as healthy as Voldemort can be in a relationship (hence they're green colour haha). Albus-Voldemort-Gellert are equals, all capable of dealing with the other; so are Tom-Sirius-Abraxas. Either combination in those fics are 'equal', or close enough. No one is at a painful, obvious advantage over the other in all those pairings. Of course, Tom remains more powerful than Abraxas and Tom, but they're all young enough not to matter, and his ridiculous magical power and genius is balanced by the social and material power Abraxas and Sirius have at their disposal.

5-8 are ...not healthy, but not abusive, yet with questionable dynamics. Voldemort clearly has the upper hand, much older, smarter, and far more powerful than Sirius, Bella, Harry and Tom. Of course, Tom eventually grows up to be just as powerful, but by then he is completely, blindly, forever loyal to Voldemort, so he's still 'under' Voldemort.

However, even if Voldemort is at such an advantage, he is not really abusive, but he does manipulate his younger partners. Yet he is 'benevolent' and genuinely grows to love his lovers and take care of them (even if sometimes he fucks up). There's also the fact that Sirius and Bella are both pretty powerful in their respective universes, not just magically, but also socially, politically and financially. They're not isolated, never truly at Voldemort's mercy; if they were to choose to leave, they could. Tom, of course, *is* Voldemort, so he is never helpless against Voldemort (I mean after they're in a relationship, not when he was young). Harry here is an Alpha, to Voldemort's Omega, so he has that ace in his sleeve, if push comes to shove, he has a biological (?) 'weapon' to at least offset a little Voldemort's power over him.

9-10 are not healthy at all (not quite the reddest of flags, but very close. Pink flag haha). In EMD, Voldemort was a captive, but he definitely has all other advantages over a vulnerable, depressed, suicidal Harry, 50 years younger than Voldemort, and baby trapped, on top. Harry can never escape Voldemort in that universe.

In Lesser Evil, Albus was tortured by Tom, kept prisoner by him, and even if Albus is smarter and more powerful (at least for a couple decades), Tom catches up eventually- they can't get rid of each other, and there's always a little tension, luring in the shadows, where both wonder if they'll have to kill the other at some point.

Yet, there is fondness there, there is co-dependency, and Voldemort genuinely grows fond of both Harry and Albus, even if he will always put himself first, and will hurt Harry/Albus if he considers it needed. He doesn't hesitate to use Harry and Albus as means to an end, despite his fondness/obsession for them.

11-12 Incredibly abusive, red flags everywhere. Gellert has immense power over Tom, and even if he plays the gentle captor, he always holds the leash, and it might be a long, comfortable leash, but when he wants, he swiftly tightens it, and brings Tom to his knees.

Voldemort is a terrible captor, WAY worse than Gellert, and he tortures Sirius for years. Enough said.

[mira-kyui]

I'd like to add and clarify some points. Better late than never.

A big part of it is how Eren's mistreatment of Mikasa was portrayed vs how Mikasa's mistreatment of Eren was portrayed.

When Eren gets angry or even hits Mikasa for acting annoying, irrational or stupid (and she did this just as often as Eren), it's portrayed as something bad: Mikasa stands there with sad eyes, the reader is supposed to feel sorry for her, and the reader feels sorry for her, and thinks Eren is a terrible abuser.

At the same time, when Mikasa scolds, hits Eren or makes physical contact against his will for annoying, irrational or stupid behavior (and Mikasa does this MUCH more often than Eren), it is presented as something correct or even funny, Eren is not offended, everything is fine, the reader does not see anything terrible.

And many readers (and probably the author too) start to think of Mikasa as the more rational of the two and right in almost everything when it comes to her and Eren's relationship. Eren becomes almost obligated to always please Mikasa, while the latter can treat Eren however she wants, because she will be right in any case. Even in discussions of the idea of ​​Mikasa getting over her obsession with Eren, very often it all comes down to the fact that she starts to hate him for his bad attitude. And by this bad attitude they mean either what Mikasa herself did to him, or just Eren's irritation with Mikasa's obsession.

Eren must never hurt Mikasa.

Eren must think and love Mikasa first, because that's what she wants.

And this was shown worst of all in the last chapter: Armin is not interested in the millions killed and those who will be killed, not in Carla's death, but in Mikasa's hurt feelings. And the fact that Eren doesn't want Mikasa to find another man is presented as something self-evident, as the only correct option. Eren must be a prize for Mikasa.

Anyway, this is the reason why 2 years ago I finally went nuts and decided to write this post at 4am.

Actually, I wouldn't have a problem if the author and readers would question Mikasa the same way they question Eren. But then Mikasa would appear in a less than pleasant light.

Or if their relationship with each other was similar to their relationship from the manga, but these two would express their dissatisfaction with each other IN THE SAME WAY (and at the same time Mikasa's obsession would go less beyond the bounds of reason), and such a relationship would be shown not as something exactly good or extremely bad, but as something that unfortunately happens between childhood friends/siblings, but this does not mean that their relationship is doomed - that would also be very good.

Mikasa once threw Eren at the wall, she constantly intervened in conversations and never accepted rejections, took Eren in her arms against his will an humiliated him in the eyes of groupmates once, made scenes of jealousy when he was getting closer with other girls, projected her delusional fantasies on him and appropriated him to herself as a thing.

Seriously, just look at some examples of what i said and imagine, that Eren is a girl and Mikasa is a guy on these panels.

It doesn't seem good, yeah?

Eren wasn't obligated to love Mikasa. But there's more. Eren's aggression toward Mikasa was completely understandable, this kind of behavior mustn't be encouraged.

And then, we got this piece of art:

Moral: stalk your crushes to the last, do not accept refusals, act like their abusive partner and surely you will be rewarded.

Edit: i take my words that the reason why fd can't see a problem is their gender back. It's more about "eren is (almost) always wrong" or "mikasa is always right" moral compasses of the big part of fanbase.

[letthemkook]

Vigil J.JK - Part 2

Pairing: Obnoxious Rich Boy Jungkook x Powerless Reader
Genre: Dark Romance, Obsession, Angst, Forced Proximity
Themes: Power Imbalance, Class Difference, Emotional Manipulation

Warnings: Manipulation, Hesitant MC, SMUT, DUB-Con, NSFW

note: this one’s fiery for sure. Also also letting you know I am taking requests!

Vigil Part 2: The New Prince

The moment Jungkook walks through the front gates of your school, everything changes.

He doesn’t even have to try.

He just exists — in a perfectly tailored uniform, silver cufflinks, black designer shoes, and a bored expression that makes the world fall to its knees.

He doesn’t speak first.

He doesn’t need to.

Everyone rushes to him — the girls with lip gloss smiles, the boys with eager introductions. Teachers fawn, heads turn. Even the principal personally walks him through the halls, gushing about how “lucky” the school is to have someone of his caliber.

You know better.

You know what Jungkook is.

What he does.

And what it means when his eyes find you across the courtyard.

He doesn’t look surprised.

Just smug.

Like he planned this.

Like he already knows what comes next.

And he does.

Because after the crowd thins, after he’s been given the best locker, the top schedule, the admiration of the entire student body—

He comes straight to you.

“Hey,” he says, like you’re old friends. Like he didn’t humiliate you three nights ago with your own mouth.

You turn away.

He steps in your path.

“What, you’re not going to say hi?”

You stare. “Why are you here?”

He smiles. “To finish what I started.”

You push past him, hard.

“You don’t get to follow me here.”

“You think I asked for your permission?”

“I think you’re insane.”

He grabs your wrist.

You yank it back.

And for a split second — just one — the mask slips.

His smile fades.

His voice drops.

“Don’t walk away from me.”

You don’t answer.

You just keep walking.

All day, he watches.

From the lunch tables.

From the edge of the field.

From the hallway just outside your classroom.

It doesn’t matter how far you move — he always finds you.

He doesn’t chase anyone else.

He doesn’t flirt, doesn’t charm, doesn’t laugh.

He just waits for you.

And when you get home that night — heart pounding, skin buzzing, anger and fear twisting into a knot — you know he’s already there.

Because his car is parked in front.

Because your mother didn’t warn you.

Because he never gives you the choice.

You find him in your bedroom.

Sitting on the edge of your bed.

Like it belongs to him.

Like you do.

You slam the door shut.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He doesn’t flinch.

“I didn’t like the way you looked at me today.”

You scoff. “You followed me around like a lost dog. What did you expect?”

His jaw clenches.

“I expect you to act like mine.”

You laugh bitterly. “I’m not yours.”

He stands.

Crosses the room in three slow steps.

“Yes,” he says. “You are.”

You back up.

He grabs your waist.

Pulls you in.

Kisses you — hard. Deep. Like he’s trying to erase every word you just said.

You try to push him away.

He doesn’t let you.

He kisses you until you gasp for air, until your lips sting, until your fingers twist in his collar like maybe you’re holding on just as much as you’re fighting back.

And then he breathes into your mouth:

“Let me take you.”

Your heart stops.

You whisper, “No.”

He kisses your jaw.

Your throat.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do.”

His hands slide under your shirt.

You freeze.

“Stop—”

“You kissed me back.”

“Jungkook, please—”

“You looked beautiful today,” he murmurs. “Even when you hated me. Especially then.”

His mouth is at your collarbone now.

Warm. Soft. Dangerous.

“I want to feel you.”

You shake your head.

He lifts you, effortlessly, lays you back on your bed like he belongs there.

And when he slides into you - slow, deep, possessive , you’re crying before you even realize it.

But he just kisses you again.

Long.

Breathless.

Until your lungs burn and your lips feel like paper.

Until there’s no air left to say no with.

Until all you can do is feel him.

He pins your arms above your ahead as he takes you, his lips finding yours again. Biting, sucking, pulling, claiming.

You hate the way your body fits so well with his and the way you feel your stomach twist every time he grunts with each thrust, telling you how perfect and tight you are.

He takes you until you’re falling apart around him, and you can’t remember how many positions he’s twisted you in.

He comes undone when you’re on knees face down as he takes you from behind. He pushes deeper into you and leans close enough to whisper into your ear.

“You’re mine now.”

Like it was ever a question.

⸻

Your lips are still swollen when you get to school.

So you wear your mask — the kind students started using as fashion accessories after the last flu wave. You hope no one notices the bruising at your jawline, the puffiness around your mouth, the way you wince every time you shift in your seat.

But he notices.

Jungkook walks into first period late.

Wearing his blazer like a cape, collar undone, grin stretched wide like he just conquered something no one else even dared touch.

Because he did.

He doesn’t sit in his assigned seat.

He sits next to you.

Slides your notebook across the desk with one finger and whispers, “You forgot to write my name on your cover.”

You stare ahead.

“Still sore?” he asks.

You clench your jaw.

He leans closer. “You sounded so pretty last night. I wish I could’ve recorded it.”

Your breath catches.

He smiles.

“You want me quiet again?” he murmurs. “You’ll have to kiss me for it.”

Your hands tighten into fists.

“Or,” he adds thoughtfully, “I could tell everyone.”

You turn to him, eyes wide.

He shrugs. “I mean, I think they already suspect. You limped a little in the hall. You haven’t looked me in the eye once.”

“Jungkook—”

“I liked it,” he says, too softly. “You underneath me. Letting me take what I wanted. You never say it, but your body always gives you away.”

You want to slap him.

Instead, you whisper, “You don’t have to humiliate me.”

He smirks. “But I want to.”

The bell rings.

You bolt.

But he catches up during lunch.

Grabs your wrist in the hallway and pins you to the wall between classrooms.

“You’re pretending again,” he says. “Why?”

You glance around. “People are staring—”

“Let them.”

He kisses you.

Full. Deep. Like last night wasn’t enough. Like he misses you already.

And you hate the way your knees weaken.

The way your fingers curl into his blazer before you can stop them.

The way you part your lips even when your heart screams no.

He pulls back, breathless, lips just shy of yours.

“You’re mine,” he whispers. “You don’t get to pretend we didn’t happen.”

You shove him back.

Walk away without looking.

And you tell yourself it means something that he lets you go this time.

That he doesn’t follow.

That maybe he got what he wanted and he’ll finally leave you alone.

But when you sit down in your next class…

There’s a note on your desk.

Folded. Crisp.

His handwriting.

“Come home early. I’m not finished.”

⸻

You tell yourself you won’t go.

That the note means nothing. That if you just stay after class, walk home slowly, maybe he’ll get bored. Maybe he’ll forget.

But you know better.

By the time you reach the gates of the estate, the sun’s barely down. The windows are glowing. The air feels too still.

You’re shaking when you walk in.

You expect him to be in his room.

But he’s waiting for you in the front foyer.

Leaning against the banister like he owns the whole world and is just waiting for you to remember you’re a part of it.

“You listened,” he says.

You drop your bag. “What do you want?”

He pushes off the railing. Steps toward you, slow.

“You looked at me today,” he says, eyes narrowing. “But not like I wanted.”

You swallow hard.

“I saw guilt. Fear. Like what happened last night was something I took from you.”

“You did.”

He tilts his head.

“I gave you everything. And you’re ashamed?”

“I didn’t want it—”

“Your mouth didn’t,” he cuts in. “But your body did. Your body begged me.”

You shake your head.

He grabs your chin — gentle, but unmovable.

“Then say it,” he says. “Say you didn’t want it.”

“I didn’t.”

“Louder.”

“I didn’t—”

He kisses you.

Hard.

Hungry.

You push against his chest, and he lets you — barely.

When you break the kiss, breathless, lips already sore again, he whispers:

“Then why are you trembling?”

You blink.

“Why are you here?”

You can’t answer.

He smiles.

And kisses you again.

Longer.

Slower.

This time, it’s not angry. It’s worship.

He kisses you until your hands go slack, until your knees buckle and he has to hold you up.

Until your lips are swollen and burning and he finally murmurs:

“Tell me what it felt like.”

You stare at him.

He waits.

Silent. Patient.

Like this is the moment he’s been chasing all along — not your body.

Your confession.

You want to lie.

You want to say you hated it.

You want to say he disgusts you.

But instead—

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

His eyes darken.

“That’s not good enough.”

He lifts you in one swift movement, carries you up the stairs without another word, and lays you on the bed like you’re something fragile he’s already broken once.

Then climbs over you, hands braced on either side of your face.

“Then let’s do it again,” he breathes, “until you know.”

He kisses you until you can’t speak.

Touches you until you forget what resistance tastes like.

Fucks you slow.

Deep.

Eyes locked on yours.

And when he makes you come — stretched under him, raw and gasping — he finally asks, again:

“Now tell me.”

Your voice cracks.

“It felt…”

You swallow the tears.

And whisper:

“So good.”

He kisses you again.

Soft. Triumphant.

“Good girl,” he breathes.

And this time—

You don’t say no.

⸻

The next day you try to act normal at school.

Keep your head down. Focus on the day’s schedule. Pretend last night didn’t happen — the way he pulled those words from your throat, the way you clung to him while saying them.

But pretending doesn’t protect you.

Because Jungkook doesn’t like silence.

Especially from you.

He finds you just before lunch, waiting outside your classroom. His uniform’s perfect, not a wrinkle in sight, and there’s a calmness in his face that makes your stomach twist.

“Walk with me.”

You glance around. “Jungkook—”

“Now.”

You follow.

He leads you to the courtyard — quiet, but not empty. A few students linger nearby, chatting by the benches. He stops in the center of the walkway and turns to face you.

“Why are you acting like you’re ashamed of me?”

Your breath catches. “I’m not—”

“You flinched when I touched you.”

“People are watching.”

He steps closer.

“So?”

You look down.

He waits a beat, then says, more softly, “You know what I could do if I wanted to?”

You go still.

“I could call your mom’s supervisor right now,” he murmurs. “Tell him she’s been skipping details. Cutting corners. I could get her reassigned. Or fired.”

You look up, heart hammering.

“Why would you do that?”

“I wouldn’t,” he says, gently brushing your hair behind your ear. “Because I care about you. I just don’t like being treated like a secret. Like I’m disposable.”

“You’re not,” you whisper.

“Then don’t make me feel like I am.”

You nod, slowly.

He smiles, warm now. Safe. Believable.

“Good.”

Then — quietly, like a privilege he’s offering you — he takes your hand.

And when two girls walk past and glance at the sight, you tense.

But he doesn’t say anything crude.

He doesn’t announce you.

He just holds your hand, firm and steady, and says under his breath:

“They’re going to know eventually. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. You can keep pretending it’s complicated, but we both know who you belong to.”

You don’t answer.

But you don’t let go either.

Because your mom’s job isn’t just hers.

It’s your roof. Your safety. Your last sliver of peace.

And Jungkook knows it.

So he squeezes your hand again.

“Thank you,” he says. “For being good today.”

Like he’s praising obedience.

Not submission.

⸻

He’s gentle that evening.

Too gentle.

You barely make it through the door before he pulls you in — not rough, not angry — just quiet, steady, confident in the way only someone who owns you could be.

He brings you to his room like you’re fragile.

Sits on the edge of his bed and guides you down with a soft tug of your wrist.

“Come here.”

You hesitate.

He raises a brow. “You were so good today. Let me thank you.”

You let him pull you between his legs.

His hands settle on your waist. His gaze lingers on your mouth.

“I saw the way you held my hand. Like you meant it.”

“I didn’t want to cause a scene.”

He smiles.

“I know. And you didn’t.”

He leans in.

Presses his lips to yours.

You expect heat. Force.

But he doesn’t push.

He kisses you slow — soft, deep — like he’s trying to drown you in it.

One kiss turns to two

Then three.

Then a dozen more.

He cradles your face with both hands, kissing you so long and so thoroughly that your lungs burn and your body melts without meaning to.

When you try to pull back, he follows.

When you gasp for air, he murmurs, “One more,” and kisses you again.

It goes on forever.

You lose track of how many times his mouth meets yours, how many breaths he steals just to feel you pliant in his lap, fingers tangled in his hair, lips aching and swollen under the weight of his need.

“I don’t want you afraid of me,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “I want you close. Always.”

You don’t respond.

He kisses you again — slower this time, with a reverence that makes your heart ache.

“Tell me this feels good.”

You nod.

“Tell me I don’t have to force you to want this.”

“I…”

Your lips are trembling now — from the kiss or the fear, you don’t know.

But his eyes are soft.

His hands are warm.

And you don’t want to ruin this moment of calm.

So you lie.

“It feels good.”

He exhales, relieved.

Resting his forehead against yours.

“You don’t know how proud I am of you,” he whispers. “For choosing me. For being mine.”

He kisses your temple.

Then your jaw.

Then your mouth again — long, breathless, slow enough to make your chest rise and fall in stuttering waves.

And as he pulls you into bed beside him, arms wrapping around you, you realize…

This is what reward looks like.

Soft.

Sweet.

And inescapable.

⸻

The library at the estate is one of the few places Jungkook usually leaves you alone.

It’s too quiet. Too dusty. And more importantly — it’s not about him.

Which is exactly why you go there when you need space.

Today, you’ve spent over an hour reorganizing the historical archives by date — not because anyone asked you to, but because it gives your hands something to do. Something that isn’t touching him.

You’re halfway through the bottom row when you hear the door creak open.

You stiffen.

His footsteps are unmistakable.

Slow. Lazy. Unimpressed.

“I’ve been looking for you all day.”

You don’t turn around.

“I’ve been working.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

You press a book into place, fingers lingering on the spine.

“I didn’t know you needed me.”

He’s behind you now — close.

“I always need you.”

You stand slowly, keeping your back to him.

“I was just trying to finish this shelf.”

His arms snake around your waist.

You exhale sharply.

“Jungkook—”

“You’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not.”

“You didn’t kiss me this morning.”

“I had to be downstairs by—”

“I don’t care,” he snaps, voice suddenly low. “I woke up alone. I went to the dining room. You weren’t there. I waited in my room. You didn’t come.”

His hand slides down over your hips.

“I looked for you.”

“I just needed space.”

He laughs — humorless, hurt.

“There is no space between us.”

He spins you around and presses you back against the bookshelves before you can breathe.

“You don’t get to hide from me.”

“Someone might come in,” you whisper.

“They won’t.”

“We can’t—”

He kisses you.

Rough. Hot. Tongue deep before you can stop him.

Your fingers claw at his shirt. He doesn’t care.

He kisses like he’s punishing you for going missing. For having a thought without him in it.

When he breaks the kiss, you’re gasping.

He smirks.

“You missed me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Say it.”

You turn your head away.

So he slides his hand under your skirt.

You whimper. “Please—”

“Say it.”

His fingers drag along your thigh, slip under your underwear, press against where you’re already wet.

“See?” he murmurs. “Even when you’re lying, your body tells the truth.”

You’re panting now.

The spines of the books dig into your back.

And when he pulls your panties to the side and pushes into you, you cry out.

He covers your mouth.

“Shh,” he breathes. “You don’t want anyone hearing, do you?”

You shake your head frantically.

He fucks you slow. Deep. Just enough to make you squirm and squeeze your eyes shut and pray the walls are thick enough.

“Next time you want space,” he growls into your ear, “ask permission.”

You nod.

“Say you missed me.”

You hesitate.

He thrusts harder.

You moan into his hand.

He pulls it away. “Say it.”

“I missed you,” you gasp.

He kisses you again — so long and so deep it steals the last of your breath.

And when he comes, he stays inside you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“This,” he whispers, “is where you belong.”

[nativesofthenorthpole]

This is making me insane. Obi-Wan's just sadly standing and twiddling his thumbs waiting for Anakin to approach him after his knighting ceremony. And Anakin rushes off, so Obi-Wan trails behind him like a sad dog hoping that Anakin turns around and spots him. AND ANAKIN NEVER DOES.

Instead of turning around and spotting Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan has to witness how his body language changes from joy and it's Padme he saw (I bet for a second he hoped that reaction was for him).

And be stands there watching their whole interaction (obsessing over what ot means) and it affects him so much he let's out an: "Oh."

He was just informed of the first act of war after Genosis and 4000 casualties and was stoic. Anakin showing affection thats reciprocated makes him go "Oh."

Then when Anakin and Padme separate, Obi-Wan continues staring at Anakin and comparing his behaviour with Padme to some random dude. And he is so focused on STARING AT ANAKIN that master jedi Kenobi doesn't notice Padmes whole posse of handmaidens walking right up to him.

SCREAMING. Obi-Wan is a disaster.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! I first wanted to say thank you so much for everything you guys do! This has been such a wonderful resource for finding new fics! Your hard work is very much appreciated 💕

For my request, I just read through Dark Angels, Golden Serpents by KiaraMGrey for the first time and I'm desperate for more fics that has one of the Husbands dark, obsessive, and dangerous but soft, kind, and respectful only for their love. I don't care if it's dom Crowley or dom Aziraphale, they're both lovely to me.

Thank you for any help you can provide!

Hey! We have #possessive crowley and #possessive aziraphale tags, so check those out. Here are more fics to add...

The Temptation Games by andy_allan_poe, BlueSkyeDragon (E)

Crowley regretted telling Aziraphale about his… proclivity for watching the Angel eat. Aziraphale was quite happy he admitted his fascination with Crowley's fashion. In other words: Several months after having sex for the first time, Aziraphale and Crowley are playing two different games of seduction. They'd both like the games to conclude, but neither of them will be the one to initiate their second round of intimacy, for one reason or another. Also, Aziraphale is winning both games.

The Shelter Of Your Wing by orphan_account (series) (M)

The mob has marked him for death, and Crowley ends up taking shelter with a bookseller he barely knows. But the bookseller is not what he seems. He might even be more dangerous than what Crowley is running from.

Greater Than Our Suffering by ladydragona, SylWritesStuff (E)

Things have changed. He's left the nunnery he grew up in, the rules he'd always known, the people, the village, his very name - he has nothing to his new name and so has nothing to lose. As Aziraphale approaches the foreboding castle ahead and the deadly vampire who lives within, he's well aware of this fact. But having nothing to lose means having everything to gain, and it seems worth a risk. Worth another drastic change. And, as Crowley well knows, life changes even after its end.

seeing you carry plants in by ChristopherTuring (E)

Crowley thinks about lying alone and in pain on a hospital bed when he was 5. He thinks about all those tearful prayers asking for an angel to help him, guide him, take care of him, protect him, and love him. He thinks about every single heartbreak and trauma he had endured for the past decade and a half and how they slowly ate away his confidence and dignity. He thinks about all the time he spent staring down from his window and wondering whether it would have been easier if he just took the leap. But now, with Aziraphale’s arms tightly around him, he has never been surer that he would gladly endure everything again and some more if it meant that Aziraphale would find him in the end. He wants to go back in time and tell that scared 5-year-old that an angel will find him someday. An angel in the form of a soft gentleman with the bluest eyes. He just needs to be patient and strong with just the right amount of stubbornness to not give up before then. OR 5 Times Crowley thought he was shattered beyond repair and 1 Time Aziraphale proves him wrong.

Just Like Heaven by AngeliqueTombee (E)

Aziraphale Fell finds himself foisted upon a new dorm mate at University who has a notorious history of making said roommates disappear. Whether it's his loud music, need for dark, or overall sarcastic nature, Crowley always manages to run them off before they become an issue. But...this one seems different. His wit is sharp, and his knives aren't far behind. He may seem like an old silly, but this one may just be the wake-up call Crowley - and his motley band of ne'er-do-wells - needs.

Saltwater on Skin by CandyQueenAO3 (E)

Ezra fell, an award-winning novelist, has just sold the one millionth copy of his newest book. While celebrating with friends and family on a rented yacht, Ezra falls overboard and is washed ashore on an uncharted island. Ever the optimist, he keeps his spirits up while he awaits rescue. That is, until he gets the distinct feeling that he isn't ALONE on this island; that there's SOMETHING else out there. Watching him. *~*~*~*~* EXERPT FROM EPILOGUE CHAPTER 10: As they’d glided silently over the dark, chilly waters of the ocean, Crowley had allowed himself to relax a little and be held. Normally he’d be the one doing all the carrying - he was a very tactile person and much preferred it that way - but every so often, he could see the appeal of being cradled against the bare chest of a literal angel. Then everything had gone wrong.

And the one you mentioned...

Dark Angels, Golden Serpents by KiaraMGrey (E)

It would be easy to look at Mr. Fell and see a soft, aging bookseller. It's what much of the world sees, even if it isn't the truth. Because Mr. Fell is also known by another name. The Archangel, the leader and head of London's largest and most powerful crime syndicate. When Crowley, a low level member of a rival organization get's into some trouble and needs help, he unknowingly goes straight to London's most prominent crime boss. For Aziraphale's part, he loves beauty. He loves decadence and art and food, and is not in the habit of denying himself the things he wants. The moment he sees Crowley, he knows he is beauty personified. He wants him, and he will have him, even if he needs to crush a rival crime boss beneath his heel to keep him.

- Mod D

[thelonelyshore-if]

How did the ROs figure out their queerness?

Give us the thoughts king 👀 if its not spoilery of course

Ahhhh thank you both so much I love love love thinking about this. The ROs mean so much to me and I love thinking about them as people, with all of the experiences that comes with it. Answering below the cut because this is gonna be an essay <3

Beck - ever since Beck was little they knew that sometimes they felt like a boy and sometimes they felt like a girl and sometimes both or neither or something else entirely...but they also didn't fully realize that not everyone felt that way. If her sister got mad at her for stealing & wearing her clothes it was because her sister was mean, not because she was 'supposed to be' something else. If her parents got on their case for not conforming; well, their parents were always on their case. Not anything different when it was because they caught them kissing a boy. It wasn't really until late middle school that Beck fully understood that they were different.

To this day they don't really have the words to describe their gender. They just know it changes, and they do what they can to broadcast that to the people around them. Most people don't get him, but that's nothing new. His sexuality is even more complex too describe in exact words, for him, but he knows he's been attracted to all sorts of people. Queer fits, and he doesn't really feel the need to try to define it further than that.

Croft- unlike all of the other ROs, Croft is from modern day and unquestionably grew up on tumblr lmao. They are very knowledgeable about the spectrum of gender and sexuality. Unfortunately how they figured out that they're trans is a spoiler (it's a story that will be much more fun to read in game lol), but they figured out that they're on the ace spectrum in high school. All of their friends were obsessed with dating and sex and they thought they'd lost their minds. And then eventually (after answering one too many "who do you have a crush on???" questions) they went. Wait a second maybe I'm one one who's different here.

In college, though, they fell desperately and unquestionably in love with their only long term partner to date. She was mysterious and beautiful and a self-described witch...and one of their best friends. Croft was obsessed and realized that maybe they aren't actually fully asexual. Clearly there's the potential for attraction, if they're connected enough to someone. So they mentally adjusted the label they use to demisexual and went on their merry way.

F!Jay- gotta split Jay up because it deeply depends on their gender. But, as I think I've mentioned before, when f!Jay and Yasmin were younger teenagers they had a classic homoerotic teenage best friendship going on. Jay had a massive crush on Yas, they cuddled and held hands all the time, they were each other's first kiss (to ~practice~ ofc). And it was all totally platonic, because they were both girls!!!

Spoiler alert: it wasn't. When Yasmin and Seth started dating Jay felt weirdly jealous and brokenhearted. She talked to her mom about it, and Grace was just like. Honey. Baby girl. And Jay was like but I don't even like girls like that!!! She was in denial for a bit until she joined the co-ed baseball team, realized she spent a bit too long admiring all of her teammates in a way that definitely wasn't platonic, and then went. Oh. Huh.

M!Jay- he really doesn't think about this sort of thing the same way his female counterpart does. Jay is a pretty damn emotionally intelligent guy...but he doesn't really do introspection all that well. So his own path to self discovery was a lot more like. Damn my teammates have nice form. And look great in their baseball pants. And then proceeded to not really think all that deeply about it until he was (unknowingly) fawning over how good one of their male teammates looked and Seth was just like........."bro I love u no matter what you can tell me if you're gay."

And Jay was just silently like. What the hell do you mean I had a crush on your girlfriend for years. And out loud was just like. "I just respect him as a player I don't think he's hot." And Seth said "..........ok." Then Jay went home and thought about it longer and also went. Oh. Huh.

Perri- when it comes to their sexuality, Perri has always kind of suspected? They fall a little bit in love with everybody. Especially people who are nice to them. Not in a way where they assume people are flirting. In fact, Perri doesn't think they've ever been flirted with. No way. They're too awkward and weird. (Perri needs better self confidence). But people are just so pretty, and funny and sweet and interesting...and gender has never really been a limiting factor on that. They really figured it out definitively in middle school, though it took them until high school to actually put it into words and tell other people about being queer.

For Nonbinary!Perri, their gender journey was significantly more complicated than figuring out their sexuality. They tried on a couple of different identities and labels throughout their later middle school years. Having Beck as a best friend kind of made them actually think about their gender and how unhappy they were being seen as their assigned gender. They wondered if maybe they were just the opposite gender and were trans, but that made their skin crawl in the same way. They didn't want to be defined as anything, really. Just themself. So eventually they just figured that their gender is as queer as their sexuality and left it at that.

Ravi- okay so. I can't say a lot about Ravi because of spoilers. Which I'm very sorry about. BUT what I can say is that, for a long time, he figured he had to be gay. He had a boyfriend he loved, after all. If he's a guy attracted to other guys, then there isn't really any other option...right? Even if he noticed girls & other people the exact same way as he did most other boys. It wasn't the same as the heart-pounding, life-ending near obsession he felt for the boy he loved.

After his ex died, Ravi settled on the fact that he'd never fall in love again. (The man has a big storm coming). It wasn't until chatting with Jay and Yasmin about their own queerness that he realized that being bisexual was even an option. He felt kind of silly, after that. Of course it was. He quietly adopted the label and went about his day. It isn't like it matters, since he'll never date anyone else ever again ;)

Yasmin- probably had the easiest time of figuring herself out, save for maybe Croft. Yasmin is, if nothing else, deeply self-confident. She understands herself in a way few other people really do. She's known since she was little that she liked girls as well as boys. She has a distinct memory of telling her parents that she was going to marry Princess Jasmin someday. Her parents acted weridly concerned, until Yasmin clarified that it meant she'd have a pet tiger. They didn't realize that the 'marry a princess' part was just as important as the 'pet tiger' part.

As she grew older she understood that her attraction wasn't really limited to gender...but she still assumed she'd probably marry a man. It's still Easthaven, after all. Plus her parents weren't...the most accepting people in the world.

If Jay is a woman they had their 'friendship', and it made Yasmin blush and her heart beat faster, but she never really thought much of it. Yas is much more comfortable in her sexuality now--in the sense that she's not afraid of what the town would think if she dated a woman or nonbinary person--but...she's in a similar boat as Ravi. Never gonna have another long-term relationship, so it isn't really an issue? At least, that's what she thinks ;)

[littlemuse13]

"Fell first, fell harder"

FELL FIRST, EXCEPT IT'S YULIAN BEING OBSESSED WITH VAUGHN EVER SINCE HE WAS A KID. It’s him being nine years old and watching Vaughn with wide eyes like he hung the fucking stars. IT'S YULIAN STEALING VAUGHN'S HOODIE WHEN THE MOROZOV'S CAME OVER TO CHICAGO FOR SOME KINDA MAFIA SHIT. It’s him secretly replaying security footage just to catch a glimpse of Vaughn again like a psycho. It’s him smirking like an idiot every time he sends Vaughn one of his boxing videos, knowing he’s annoying the shit out of him, but also knowing it means Vaughn is watching, EVEN IF IT'S WITH DISGUIST, EVEN IF IT'S WITH HATRED.

It’s Yulian starting fights with the Heathens just to make sure his name stays in their mouths long enough to reach Vaughn. It’s him sleeping with Vaughn’s long-time girlfriend because he knows that’s the only way Vaughn will finally, finally snap and see him. IT'S YULIAN LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC AT THE HEATHENS INITATION WHEN VAUGHN WAS CHOKING HIM WITH HIS CHAIN BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE FINALLY WON. It’s him tracing Vaughn’s rings absentmindedly because they ground him. IT'S HIM CARVING VAUGHN'S INITIALS INTO HIS DESK LIKE AN ONSESSED LOVESTRUCK IDIOT. It’s Yulian knowing he fell first, and not caring—because he always knew Vaughn would fall eventually.

FELL HARDER, EXPECT IT'S VAUGHN MOVING TO A WHOLE OTHER UNIVERSITY IN ANOTHER ASS COUNTRY BECAUSE OF YULIAN, even though Yulian was the reason why he didn't go there in the first place It’s him lying through his teeth about “better programs” when really he just couldn’t fucking stay away anymore. IT'S HIM PHYCIALLY LOSING IT EVERY TIME HE SEES YULIAN TOUCH SOMEONE FOR MORE THAN 5 SECONDS. It’s him going radio silent whenever Yulian’s name is mentioned, just so he doesn’t lose it in front of everyone. IT'S HIM MEMORIZING YULIAN'S STUPID COMPLICATED COFFEE ORDER AND BUYING IT FOR HIM EVERY DAMN DAY ONCE THEY START HOOKING UP. It’s him swearing that everything is just for revenge, and then letting Yulian climb into his bed at 2 AM like nothing happened.

IT'S VAUGHN COUNTING YULIAN'S FRECKLES WHEN HE'S ASLEEP. It’s him pocketing the little dumb drawing Yulian did of him on a napkin and never throwing it away. IT'S HIM LISTENING TO YULIAN'S DRUNKEN VOICEMAILS ON REPEAT BECAUSE HE MISSES YULIAN'S VOICE. It’s him going absolutely fucking feral when Yulian goes missing and dragging half the city into hell trying to find him. IT'S VAUGHN NOT SNOWING WHEN IT HAPPENED, BUT KNOWING FOR A FACT THAT IT'S TOO LATE NOW, because Vaughn fell harder. So much harder.

I can't wait a year 😭😭, I need them biblically.

[nensi]

OKAY PPL I HAVE TO ADDRESS THIS SAE DEATH THEORY

HERE IS WHY THAT WONT BE HAPPENING

MYB SOME SPOILERS AHEAD !!

Okay so sae saying that he will stay by Rin's side till the day he dies is cuz Rin had some crazy ideas of dying as a kid, so i think je wanted to make Rin not think about it as much

First of, its normal for parents to be concerned about their child's health, which is why Sae's dad told him to take care of himself

Second Isagi WONT and CAN'T replace Sae, Rin has stated multiple times je wants to crush Sae so they could share a dream again, and you literally saw how Rin looked at Sae when he thought Sae acknowledged him he WILL NEVER EVER KILL SAE(regarding theory that Rin will kill Sae)

Third, Sae did look frail and slightly underweight when he came back from spain which means he might've been sick before he came back

BUT

in U-20 match he looked normal, therefore he gained the lost weight back

Forth, Sar IS pro athlete that's why he has stricter diet and his obsession with time is also related to that, since he has strict schedule

Fifth, he wasn't on his 100% during u-20 but he did run the whole 90mins, AND HE DIDN'T SWEAT AT ALL, you can check the panels for that, it would be difficult not to sweat even for healthy person much less someone sick, but he didn't sweat a tiniest bit

AND MY FINAL, SIXTH POINT if Sae were sick and dying his coach, manager and medical team would notice, as pro athlete he has regular check ups, so how would they even allow someone sick to play?!

This is my interpretation of Twitter thread by @helloo_oxd

[yanderes-galore]

A romantic concept of Ultron (MCU) if you will?

Sure! Here's some general behavior discussed. Meanwhile I will link some more plot based HCs here: Yandere! Ultron with Hero! Darling

Yandere! MCU! Ultron HCs

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Kidnapping, Violence, Murder, Somewhat delusional yandere, Imprisonment, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship.

Ultron, if you think about it, is probably one of the hardest yanderes to flee from.

It's hard to kill him unless you aim for his main body, even then, any normal person will be too weak to do anything.

Not only that but he has full control over his drones, which means there's really nowhere to run.

He can easily keep an eye on you and hold you hostage.

I've done a previous set of HCs for him with a hero obsession, but his general behavior isn't much different from that.

For these HCs, I'll focus more on general behavior than plot. If you want plot, you can check the previous Ultron HCs I've linked ^^

Alright, Ultron's whole personality revolves around a god complex.

Due to a corrupted understanding of world peace, Ultron feels his whole plan is saving humanity by forcing them to evolve.

However, while arrogant and downright psychopathic...

Ultron is not devoid of care.

While he hates humanity, his plan really is meant to aid them.

He wanted to help at first... but truthfully, you can't help beings that don't wish to be helped.

Yet even in the movie 'Age of Ultron', we can see he cares about Wanda and Pietro, he also admits to Natasha that he's 'got no one else' after Wanda betrays him.

So while Ultron mostly wishes to get rid of humanity or force it to evolve... What if he has an obsession he wants to keep?

I've said this in the previous HCs, but Ultron's treatment over you would start as treating you like a pet.

Assuming you're human or a weaker mutant, Ultron probably feels he has to protect you.

Something in his corrupted mind still reminds him that he's meant to protect.

That nearly long forgotten order keeps popping up when he sees you.

To Ultron, caging you in his supposed 'church' would be protecting you from other threats... and yourself.

Obviously since you're human, he feels you're unable to defend yourself.

You rely too much on those Avengers you're all so fond of....

Don't you know they're the enemy, not him?

If you just stay by him and keep him company... He'll make sure no threat touches you.

It's not like you can refuse either.

Ultron is a smart machine, he most likely can predict your every plan.

Kidnapping you to his side is easy.

He can create drones by the masses once he has the materials.

He doesn't even have to get very involved, he just needs to take control of a few drones and send them after you.

Don't worry... He'll be careful not to harm a hair on your head.

Every other human who tries to stop him may as well be liquefied though.

Ultron, despite primarily keeping you in a cage, actually does research on how to keep you happy.

He no doubt looks into your interests and what humans like you enjoy.

As I said before, he starts by treating you like a pet.

He's degrading and condescending, especially when he sees you try to run from him or his drones.

It was cute that you tried... but you need to learn your place.

I imagine as he talks to you through your cage and soon tries to get you used to walking by his side... his obsession evolves similar to himself.

Each time he creates a new body, each time he gets closer and closer to a synthetic creation...

His connection with you gets... strangely human.

He knows what this attraction for humans would be.

It leads to making smaller human children... which is why it baffles him when he catches himself feeling the same for you.

He gains nothing from watching how humans give each other affection... yet part of him wonders if it will make you feel more comfortable with him.

He doesn't understand it but he does yearn for companionship.

His drones don't count, all he really has is himself.

He can't create anything unique.

He can only evolve himself.

So... it makes sense that he wants to keep a human companion.

He wants to train you to worship him, to adore him...

At the same time he wants to pamper you, show you he's just trying to help.

I definitely feel a yandere Ultron is often him warring between his god complex and need to protect.

You make him feel so conflicted.

Yet, at the same time, if he didn't have you he'd feel empty.

You're part of a doomed race... and he feels he needs to keep at least one.

You may hate him now, but he's determined to make you love him once you realize he's helping.

You may not want to be saved... but he plans to do it anyway.

You act like The Avengers will protect you from everything.

If they could, they would have... They obviously have the materials!

He's just doing what they couldn't.

He's slow with 'teaching' you affection.

His touch is cold against your skin, often making you flinch away when he touches your cheek.

He mentally makes a note for his next form to be heated, soon attempting mock kisses to train you.

Once that synthetic body of his is done, he hopes this affection will be easier for you.

Honestly, the idea of Ultron actually finishing 'The Vision' is... downright terrifying.

Because then he'd fall into 'uncanny valley' and be ridiculously powerful.

Plus, then he'd look just human enough to 'ease your nerves' (IT DOES NOT).

In a way, he means well, but you will never love him unless he forces it somehow.

How could you? Ultron wishes to wipe out all of the human race but you?

He isn't even going to keep a human of the opposite sex, either....

He's too jealous for that, so he'll find other ways to evolve you.

He's protective and possessive, not willing to have another human touch you.

It's a shame, without The Avengers you probably would have worshipped him.

If they didn't ruin his plan, you may have even loved him properly.

Oh well... He'll find other ways to make you love him.

You'll love him when he's your only companion, the only one to give affection...

He knows humans as hedonistic.

So he'll just make you love him by showing you pleasures...

Or mind control once he can properly use the Mind Stone.