#and an absolute sweetheart to just on survival mode

[ameliafuckinjones]

*mitski voice* My baby my baby you're my baby

[scented-morker]

Leaked documents

Enha’s reaction when the HYBE leaked documents talk about kicking fem!8th member out… hurt/comfort, 1k words, mentions of iland (that deserves a tw) and haters… requested by 🩵 anon

Heeseung

His heart absolutely breaks 💔

Even in Iland he'd spent countless hours encouraging you, telling you just how talented you were and how much you deserved to debut

When you'd first debuted and gotten hate for being 'out of place' in the boy group, he was in protection mode at every single schedule

Always distracting you from antis and keeping you close on stage

He reminds you just how talented you are, and probably calls Bang Sihyuk himself

"If you ever remove Yn from this group you will need to find a replacement for me as well."

He does NOT play

If you're out, so is he

You're not allowed to go anywhere by yourself for the next few weeks

"Hee I'm just going to the convenience store."

"Yeah? And I'm coming too."

If you get recognized or heckled boy will he have something to say

He's scary

Jay

He's the only one that can get you out of your room

You locked yourself away as soon as you saw the article, but he sits outside your closed door talking into the wood for twenty minutes

When you finally open it up, he's caging you in his arms

"Remember what we promised as trainees?" He asks once the two of you are laid down in your bed

You mumble and he rolls his eyes.

"What was that?"

"You said you'd always take care of me."

"Exactly. And you said you'd let me."

You bury yourself further into his chest, and he strokes a hand through your hair

"We'd never let that happen."

He sticks to his word, taking care of you extra attentively for the next few weeks

He lets you cry and rant about it as many times as you need, insisting that you aren't annoying and you're allowed to be as upset as you want

Jake

Another hugger

Swears up and down he'd kick down every door in the building if they ever tried to take you from him

"Jakey, you couldn't even break a board during our karate episode."

"Because the board wasn't trying to take my baby from me! My love for you would make me strong!"

Okay Hulk 🙄

He makes a post on Weverse that night that includes an old picture of you two together with the caption 'What would I do without you?'

He's perfectly content to stay stowed away in your room doing nothing for the next few days

And when you do have a meeting at the building, he's stuck to your side the whole time

Gives nasty looks to the CEO himself

He acts like they're going to literally rip you away from him, he's holding on to you for dear life every time you have practice

Sunghoon

He's actually shocked because you keep complaining that they made comments about how he looked

No way you're more upset about them calling him ugly than you are about them discussing possibly removing you from the group

"You need to fix your priorities, love."

"My priorities are fine, thank you very much! Sales probably would be better if I was gone, I know that's true. But calling the prettiest boy ever ugly? That's a crime."

He shuts that down REAL FAST

"Sales would not be better, because we'd be miserable without you. Our careers would suffer the minute you left this building. Don't act like you don't matter in this."

You can't even respond

This might be the most fired up he's ever been, and he's staring straight into your soul eyes and you can't help but tear up

"C'mere," he pulls you tighter against him

"It's okay to be upset. They're crazy for thinking we'd survive without you. I wouldn't make it an hour."

Sunoo

He lets you process however you need, but he refuses to listen to you say lies about his favorite person

"I don't want to drag the group down."

He stares at you like you're crazy

"Drag us down?? Sweetheart, you embarrassed us every single week on Iland."

You roll your eyes, but he's insistent

"I know you probably trauma blocked most of it out, but I remember how hard they were on you for being a girl, and yet every week you made them eat their words. You couldn't drag us down if you tried."

He runs his fingers through your hair and starts a loose braid in it, adoring the way you melt into him as he does so

There's a scream from somewhere in the dorm, followed shortly after by a crashing sound that you pay zero attention to

"Besides, I'd probably have killed one of these idiots without you."

This gets a laugh out of you, a real one, and he smiles proudly

"We're always gonna need you."

Jungwon

He's by your side the SECOND the news comes out

He doesn't make a single comment about the ugly crying you're currently doing

He just kneels on the carpet next to your bed and holds your hands with so much softness

He dips his head until you can see him, wanting to have eye contact so you can see his sincerity

"We wouldn't be enhypen without you. You’re part of us.”

He uses his thumb to wipe the tears off of your cheeks and lets you tug him closer

"Besides, what kind of leader would I be if I let them take our girl? The boys can barely survive without you when you go to shower.”

He counts it as an accomplishment when you let out an airy laugh, and he places a kiss on your forehead

“I’m not gonna let you go, that’s a promise.”

Riki

When I tell you they had to hold this boy down

Oh he’s ANGRY

Literally glaring holes into his phone when he reads it the first time

Jay wrestles him down before he can go knocking on their CEO’s door

He makes better use of his time by trapping you with his entire body the moment he sees you

“You are never allowed out of my sight. I will keep you here forever.”

You sigh, that’s the dream

“No one else gets my girl if they aren’t gonna appreciate her like they should.”

There’s no humor in his voice, and it makes your heart stutter

“You deserve to be loved so much better.”

Praises you in every single show or content you film afterward

Will straight up tell people to shut up if they say anything negative about you, media training is for the weak

[littlelovelunette]

Red Lipstick

Vi x Fem!Reader

Contains slightly suggestive themes

The second you stepped into the piercing shop, you started questioning every decision that’s led you here.

The walls were covered in tattoo designs, the air smelled like disinfectant and metal, and the faint buzzing of a tattoo gun in the back made your stomach flip.

Vi, of course, was having the time of her life watching you squirm.

She leant against the counter, arms crossed, a smug grin on her lips. “You look like you’re about to pass out, babe.”

You shot her a glare. “I’m fine.”

“Sure,” she drawled, pushing off the counter to walk beside you. “You keep telling yourself that.”

The piercer, a heavily tattooed woman with an eyebrow piercing and an “I’ve seen it all” expression, waved you over.

“Alright, sweetheart, which ear?”

You cleared your throat, trying not to sound like you're rethinking everything. “Left.”

Vi slid onto a stool next to you, legs spread wide, looking like she owns the place.

“You sure you don’t wanna do both while you’re here? Y’know, go full badass mode?”

You glared at her again. “One at a time, Vi.”

The piercer smirked, cleaning your ear. Vi leaned in, resting her elbow on her knee, watching you like a hawk. “Just so you know, if you cry, I won’t judge.”

You scoffed, “I’m not gonna cry.”

“Right, right.” Vi nodded, way too entertained. “That’s what everyone says before the needle goes in.”

Before you could tell her to shut up, the piercer lined up the needle. Your fingers instinctively gripped the chair, and Vi noticed immediately.

She bit her lip, eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

And then—stab.

Your entire body tensed.

A sharp inhale slipped past your lips, and your fingers clutched the chair like you’re holding on for dear life.

Vi, the absolute menace that she is, burst out laughing. “Babe, you just flinched so hard I thought you got electrocuted.”

You exhaled through gritted teeth, trying to play it cool. “I barely moved.”

“Oh, really?” Vi smirked, “So if I check the security footage later, it’s not gonna show you nearly launching yourself out of the chair?”

The piercer, clearly used to this kind of thing, just chuckled as she secured the jewelry. “Alright, you’re done.”

You blinked. “That’s it?”

Vi’s grin widened. “Yeah, babe, you survived.”

She patted your knee dramatically. “Proud of you.”

You rolled your eyes, but when you glanced at her, she’s actually looking at your new piercing with genuine admiration.

“Looks good on you,” she murmured, brushing a finger gently over your cheek.

Your face warmed, and before you could respond, she grinned. “But you totally almost cried.”

You groaned, shoving her lightly. “Let’s just go before you start asking them to pierce my other ear for fun.”

Vi perked up. “Wait, that’s an option?”

You shot the piercer with a panicked look. “Don’t encourage her.”

You and Vi walked down the streets, looking at the other shops. You ran the moment you saw a cosmetics store, grabbing all the cute lip shades the moment you saw them. You grabbed Vi's hand, swatching each shade on her skin to look for your shade. You always did it and Vi never told you off for it. She loved the way you involved her in the girliest shits ever one way or another. Like swatching lipstick colours.

Vi sighed, running her other hand through her hair. “And what exactly do I get out of this?”

“Well, you could choose the store we go into, next,” you said with a little grin, not really thinking as you busied yourself with the varieties of lipsticks.

“Oh, in that case,” Vi let her eyes travel the plaza, “Lingerie store, next stop.”

“Oh, Vi, you horny bastard,” you giggled but didn't stop to even think about it further, grabbing the next red lipstick and putting it carelessly on Vi’s skin.

“I like this one,” you said, placing it on the counter for the cashier to package. The cashier nodded, grabbing the lipstick up to put it in a bag.

You paid, with Vi’s money of course. The cashier gave you the bag with a little smile.

You smiled back and then gasped when Vi grabbed your wrist, dragging you to the lingerie store with unmatched excitement.

“Slow down,” you giggled.

“Come, hurry!”

Vi opened the shop’s door, dragging you across the aisles before she reached a specific area. She went through the several lingerie sets before handing you a red silk one.

You turned it over in your hand, examining it, "It's pretty."

"Yeah, go try," Vi said, looking around as if to make sure none of the workers were listening in. The aisle was comparatively deserted so Vi was lucky.

"Right now?" You asked.

"Yeah, I'll be watching, let's gooooo!" Vi dragged you by the wrist yet again, pulling you to the dressing room.

She sat down on the little stool in there, manspreading and making herself look oh-so sexy. You rolled your eyes.

You took off your dress, and started putting the lingerie on. Vi smirked, watching and drinking in your body.

"Fuck, doll," she leaned back, "You look so hot in red."

Vi got up, hands caressing your waist as she squeezed the flesh in her rough, calloused hands. "Fuck," she breathed as if this was the hottest thing she's ever seen.

"Stop it, it's not even that good," you said shyly looking at the mirror to see yourself standing there in the dressing room in a red lingerie while Vi palmed and groped your body with hungry eyes.

"Vi," you moaned feeling Vi slowly rubbing your nipple, getting it hard so she could pull it over the fabric of the lingerie.

"Mhm?" Vi smirked.

"Don't do that, you're gonna make me stain the panties with my wetness," you complained.

"Good," Vi said and the next thing you knew, she was hard. Her bulge against your ass.

Well, you were fucked.

Literally.

[yvesssssssss]

Omg I loved it thank you so much pookie but can you do a part 2 where like nagumos favourite character was either Natalie cause she didn't fully like the Cannibalism or lottie and his reaction to them dying? (I love you please don't go bald😰)

Nagumo Yoichi Watches Yellowjackets Part 2

Hope you like the second part! I hope this is accurate.🥹

Part 1

The night continued, and Nagumo was still reeling from the shocking cannibalism scene. However, the show was far from over, and despite the trauma, he had become strangely invested.

But the real emotional rollercoaster began when he finally chose a favorite character.

"Alright, alright. I gotta admit, I’m really into Natalie. She’s tough, she doesn’t give in to the whole ‘cannibal’ thing, and she’s got that whole anti-hero vibe. She’s smart, sarcastic, and she’s clearly got layers." Nagumo stretched out, grinning. "Yeah, she's my girl."

You gave him a teasing smile. "Oh, really? You sure? Not Lottie?"

Nagumo paused, looking at you as if you’d just suggested he marry a spoon. "Lottie’s got her moments. But she’s way too cult-y for me. I need someone with more bite."

You snorted, not able to stop yourself. "Yeah, that’s Natalie, alright."

Nagumo nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! She's the one who’s got it figured out."

But then came the episode where Natalie meets her tragic end.

Nagumo’s face shifted from excitement to confusion to absolute disbelief as the scene unfolded. Natalie, his tough-as-nails survivor… gone.

He blinked several times, trying to process what he had just seen.

"Did she—did she just die? Did I just… did they just kill Natalie?! What?!" Nagumo’s voice was a mix of shock and frustration. He turned to you, eyes wide, looking like you’d betrayed him personally. "Why didn’t you warn me about this?!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Did you think everyone was going to make it out okay?"

Nagumo threw his hands up, a dramatic flair taking over. "I just wanted a girl who doesn’t go full cannibal mode! Is that too much to ask?!" He slumped back into the couch, looking at the screen like it had personally wronged him. "Why are all the good ones getting killed off? First, we’ve got plane crashes, then murder, and now… this?"

You laughed at his over-the-top reaction, but then he turned to you, giving a sad little pout.

"Okay, but Lottie... she’s got potential. Maybe she’ll survive!"

A few episodes later, Lottie’s storyline took an even darker turn.

Nagumo sat forward, hands gripping the armrest, eyes glued to the screen. "She’s really… she’s really doing this whole ‘let’s start a cult’ thing, huh? I don’t know about this, babe."

You smirked. "You really think she’s gonna make it out now?"

Just as you finished speaking, Lottie was taken out in the most shocking way possible, and Nagumo’s jaw dropped.

"Wait, WHAT?! No! No, no, no, no, NO!" he yelled, startling you with his outburst. "First Natalie, now Lottie?! What is this show?!" He leaned back in his seat, throwing his hands up again. "I’m starting to think this whole show’s a conspiracy to break my heart."

You laughed again, enjoying the chaos he was experiencing. "Hey, at least you know I have good taste in shows."

Nagumo crossed his arms, sulking. "Yeah, well, at least I know not to get too attached to anyone anymore." He pouted dramatically. "You see, sweetheart? This is why I only watch shows with happy endings. I’m the only one left standing."

You rolled your eyes. "You sure about that? You’ve got a lot of snacks, Yoichi. Pretty sure the next one to go is you."

He flinched. "No, no, no. I’m built different. I can survive anything… except, maybe, this show."

And just when you thought his dramatic reactions were over, he turned to you one last time, a determined glint in his eyes.

"No matter how chaotic this gets, I’m sticking around," he said with a smirk. "After all, who else could handle this mess with you better than me?"

With that, you both sank into the couch together, Nagumo clutching a pillow for dear life as you dove deeper into the chaos that was Yellowjackets. The emotional rollercoaster? Not even close to over, but at least he knew he had someone by his side who wasn’t going to eat him… yet.

[yuri-is-online]

I'm so happy that my concept has become an official part of the script!

I enjoy reading the Yutu series, but I'm wondering if there'll ever be a moment when Yuu goes bear mode to protect their cubs.

Hear me out: since Yuu is basically the only non magic student in NRC crewel decided to give them a self defence weapon to keep themselves safe under the condition that they absolutely only use it for self defense. The weapon in question was a taser stick.

Now let's set the scene: Yutu has been trained to deal with phantoms ever since he was accepted into NRC, however when a phantom literally spawns behind him from a portal, it's hard to do much. As Yutu falls and tries to crawl away from the phantom's path Yuu (who was walking behind Yutu) yells "STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY KID" and tases the phantom so hard that it loses spacial awareness and falls stunned, giving them time to stand somewhere safer and more advantageous for battle. Yutu is stunned cause while he knows his parent has a fighting spirit, the parent they're used to has been softened by time and trauma so to see them actively looking for blood (uh...ink?) is new. It's also a sight that yutus dad REALLY enjoyed

I think the phantoms would be a bit more sensitive to lightning/electrical attacks because it's not just something that's bright that attacking you (like fire) but it also travels through their body.

-Grim!OB anon

The concept of phantoms being more vulnerable to lightning.... hmmmmmmmm. That's an interesting concept Grim!OB anon. I have been thinking about cosmic magic in TWST... I wish we could get some more insight into how it works and why there are two versions of it. If all magic produces blot, does that include light aspect cosmic magic? And if so does that mean an overblot phantom can use it ●︿●

Yuu's a strong character in my mind, one who reacts when their friends are in danger. Yutu knows this in theory of course; he remembers how you reacted when he was a child and cried about something small, but this isn't something small. The Yuu he has been fighting for had become an ideal more than a person, but that's not the case anymore.

You are real, your fury is real, the noise that's torn from your throat rivals the King of Beast's roar.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY KID"

It's an order so surreal he swears it seals itself into time and knocks him back into the version of him he should be. Years of fighting blot phantoms and scavenging for survival is gone, his father finishes off the phantom with a wave of his pen as Yutu scrambles for you only to find himself hauled up for a strict examination.

"Are you hurt at all?" Your eyes are so hard but your voice is so soft, he can barely hear you. "Sweetheart," your thumb rubs circles on his cheek, oh it's because he's crying "it's ok, I'm here." You are cradling your child in your arms because he is crying and you are determined to keep him safe. "You don't need to fight alone anymore."

You won't let him.

[zeke-fanfucs]

How would be Albus as a dad?

Albus York: The Dad Who Tries Too Hard and Cares Too Much

• Emotionally constipated but trying: He doesn’t get emotions, not in the way his kid probably needs. But he’s trying, dammit. You’ll catch him awkwardly patting their back during breakdowns or sitting silently beside them until they calm down, like, “I’m not good at talking, but I’m here, okay?”

• Feral protector mode: No one gets near his kid with bad intentions. Not bullies. Not teachers. Not exes. If someone hurts them? He’s already cracking his knuckles. “What’s their name, sweetheart? I’m not saying I’ll bury them in a shallow grave, but I’m just gonna talk with them. Real polite-like.”

• Teaching them to fight… early: Albus doesn’t care if they’re 4 or 14. He’s in the backyard like, “Left hook. Elbow. Now stomp their foot.” He teaches self-defense with all the love of a military boot camp. Proud as hell when they deck someone for a good reason.

• “Don’t tell your mother” energy: Will absolutely let them try beer. Watches with a smug grin as they gag. “That’s right, it’s piss. Builds character.” Then gives them juice and ruffles their hair.

• Doesn’t say ‘no’ often: Not because he’s a pushover—but because he remembers being told “no” for everything he needed. So if his kid wants to paint the walls, build a robot (asks Devlin for help), sleep on the roof, or try dancing at midnight? He’s just like, “Alright, but I’m stayin’ close, just in case.”

• Bedtime is sacred: Even if he doesn’t sleep much himself, he’ll sit on the floor and read old stories (badly), hum a lullaby he heard from Faithful, or just stay in the doorway until they drift off. No one gets to feel alone in the dark. Not on his watch.

• Deep-seated fear of failing: Late at night, when the house is quiet and his kid is safe and sound, he’ll stare at the ceiling wondering if he’s doing enough. If he’s not ruining them. If they’ll hate him someday. But then they hug him, or laugh like he used to when he was young, and it all quiets down.

⸻

He’s the kind of dad who doesn’t always say “I love you,” but shows it in a hundred clumsy, messy, protective ways. A dangerous man to the world—but a complete teddy bear when it comes to his kid.

—

Faithful + Albus: Power Couple Parenting Edition

• Faithful is the brain, Albus is the muscle.

She’s the calm one with a sharp eye and wisdom in her hands. He’s the brute-force love who says “They’re being bullied? I’ll eat their dad.” Together? Nobody stands a chance. Their kid could summon demons and the two of them would just calmly go, “Alright. Let’s teach you to control that.”

• Discipline is a joint effort.

Albus is all chaotic neutral with rules (“Let ‘em figure it out, they’ll survive”), but Faithful? She’ll give one look and suddenly the whole house is silent. Their kid knows they can play with Albus—but they respect Faithful. And Albus secretly loves that she’s the anchor in all the chaos.

• Gardening and combat lessons in the same day.

Faithful teaches the kid how to plant herbs, cook meals, bandage wounds. Later, Albus is like, “Okay, that’s great. Now here’s how you punch someone through drywall.” Their child grows up balanced as hell—gentle and lethal. Beautiful and terrifying.

• Unholy support squad.

Their kid’s interests? Fully backed. Wants to sing? Faithful’s sewing costumes. Wants to ride beasts at 3am? Albus is saddling one up. They’re the parents who show up to every event like it’s a battlefield and they came armed with snacks and threats.

• Cuddles after nightmares.

Faithful sits on the bed, humming an old hymn, while Albus stretches one arm around them both like a protective beast. “You’re safe, Whelp,” he’ll mutter, even if their kid is too old for the nickname.

⸻

Their house smells like stew, whiskey, and old books. There’s a sword on the wall and a plush bunny on the couch. And in that strange, contradictory space—toughness and tenderness live side-by-side.

They aren’t perfect, but they never stop trying. And they’ll burn the world down to protect their kid.

[yokumirumerafan]

Hi! I have an idea I thought you might like. So the hashira/the Kamado squad with genya and nezuko finds us in a shack that is falling apart but guess what we are a kid and guess what again we are a demon but we survive from eating animals and not people(if we eat people we throw up) when they enter they see that we made puppets from random materials and label them mom/dad and when we see them it's an instant ,, Ah yes you are my parent/sibling now and you cannot do anything about it".

💖 Tanjiro Kamado

Instantly soft. “W-Wait, I’m your big brother now??” Already planning to knit you a scarf and share his rice balls. He sees your kindness and your hunger for love and just MELTS.

“I-I’ll protect you, okay?! I promise!”

🍡 Zenitsu Agatsuma

“W-WHA—ME?? A DAD???” Curls into a fetal position. “WAIT I’M TOO YOUNG TO BE A DAD—ARE YOU CALLING ME OLD?!?!” But then you cling to his leg like a baby duck and he's DONE.

“I—I guess… I can make you bento boxes…”

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

“HAH?! I’m your WHAT NOW?” You tell him he’re your “weird forest uncle.” …He likes it. Starts teaching you how to throw squirrels (please don’t).

🐈 Nezuko

muffled happy noises Instant cuddle session. You call her “Big Sis Neko-chan” and she’s just overjoyed. Draws lil hearts in the dirt to show she accepts the role.

🧍‍♂️ Genya Shinazugawa

“…What.” “Wh—WHY ME?” You point to his “cool angry voice” and say that makes him a perfect big brother. He tries to resist. Fails. He gives you his scarf. He is now emotionally compromised.

🔥 Rengoku Kyojuro

“HO HO!! You see me as a father figure? I AM HONORED!” Instantly takes you in. Proud Dad energy to the MAX. Teaches you how to roast boar meat and goes full PTA mode.

“YOU SHALL BE LOVED AND FED WELL, MY FIERY CHILD!!”

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka

“…” You call him “Dad” and he just stands there blinking. You hug his leg. He awkwardly pats your head. Ten minutes later he’s sitting on the floor holding you while you nap. He hasn’t moved since.

🦋 Shinobu Kocho

“Oh my… I’m your mother now?” Smiles but is totally caught off guard. She’s SOFT for you, especially when you bring her a broken flower you found.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Should I teach you how to make medicine now?”

🌪️ Sanemi Shinazugawa

“NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT.” “You can’t just assign me as your—” You hold up your little handmade “Dad #2” puppet with white hair. He stares at it. Next day he’s sharpening your claws and making sure you eat enough.

🐍 Obanai Iguro

You call him “Snake Dad.” He corrects you. You ignore him. You feed Kaburamaru a cricket and boom—you’re besties.

“...I suppose I could teach you stealth.”

🪨 Gyomei Himejima

Cries. Instantly. You hug his leg and say, “You’re soft like a big bear.” He’s a goner.

“I will pray for your happiness every day, little one…”

🌸 Mitsuri Kanroji

“OH MY GOODNESS—YOU’RE SO CUTE—AND YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR MOM?!” Squeals. Picks you up and spins you. Starts sewing little clothes and cooking sweet potato for you. You draw a heart in the dirt and she sobs.

[venomvalley]

for smut week... leon pov. (re4r leon mayhaps). just wanna know what could possibly be going on in his mind during the deed, or if it's even functioning at all (either way, i know it would be an absolute treat to read as always); y'know, when he's praised, teased, edged, choked, etc. could he still be fucked to tears i wonder. maybe reader could also make that a challenge; to render him to tears, unable to even think or talk. just wanna know how this would all unfold and look like in his head

this is a mess and i'm sorry but i love ur writing sm!!! ur an absolute treasure❤️

oh bestie.. bestie bestie bless u for this.. i combined like three other requests to make this masterpiece so we get a lil bit of everything in here.. i wanted to make this longer so fuvkin BAD too

also included: spit kink, thigh marking, teasing, dumbification, bindings

18+ only

You’ve tied him to a chair just like he asked, ankles to each leg, hands behind his back, and the world starts to color at the edges, sharpen into focus. When he arrived home from Spain, everything melted into muted grey tones. It’s always like this—coming back from missions, the reintegration to normalcy, the transition from survival mode to… not. Something his brain’s always struggled with. 

You help. Know exactly what he needs, how far to go, his thoughts before he even says them. You’re glad to take control, to give him a break from the decision-making and the life-saving and the trauma that accompanies the weight of those things. He shuts everything off, everything out. He can when he’s with you.

“You remember the word, right?”

“Flashlight.” A beacon on his tongue, a saving grace, a white flag. He says it, everything stops. He finds comfort in that… how different from the world outside this room.

“Good boy.” His scalp tingles beneath your fingers and he exhales a pleasured sigh, gazes upon your face as if you guard the gates of heaven. 

Maybe if you say it enough, he’ll believe it.

You tug his head back, slot a knee between his spread thighs. Say, “Open,” and his jaw slackens on instinct. You spit on his tongue, spread it out with a thumb. “Suck.”

He obeys. Would do whatever you asked, because you’re so good to him and you actually care and he loves you. 

When you kiss him, his cock twitches against his thigh, smears precum over the skin.

He wants you already. He always does. You look at him like he controls gravity, like he crafted the stars, devout in your worship. He’s loved and safe and welcome here—all of him, the good and the bad, and no matter how many times you bloody your fingers on his jagged edges, you come back.

You come back. 

“So beautiful,” you say, fit your lips against his, trail a soft hand down the front of his neck. He shudders and you squeeze, a budding pressure that leaves him groaning into your mouth.

You control this place. Control him. Rend him down to each individual atom, make him forget, make him feel worthy again. Nothing matters beneath you—his past, his mistakes, his failures. You don’t care, still love him regardless, and because of that, he doesn’t either.

You drop to your knees, naked below the waist, and lave his thighs with attention. With licks, kisses, the sharp suckle of your mouth, the bite of grazing teeth. You inch closer to his cock, curved up toward his belly, and he braces himself. If he moves, you’ll pull away. Has to take what you give him—nothing more.

And you pull away. Admire the bruises and bite marks and spit-shiny skin with a smile, the soothing of your palms. “I like you best like this.” He does, too. Marked up by you, places hidden and sensitive. “But I still think we can do better.” He knows what you mean, swallows thick, a nervous anticipation crawling inside his chest. “How much more can you take, sweetheart?”

He finds his voice, says, “I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Your eyes soften, and he’s unsure how he ever lived without you. Can’t believe someone like you could care for a fuck-up like him.

You take him into your mouth, all molten heat and a curling tongue and fuck. Fuck. If he watches, he’ll cum, but you want him to. Don’t even have to say it. Your eyes speak for themselves, mesmerizing, beautiful, don’t look away. 

He knows this won’t last—you’ll leave him just before he peaks, remind him of the reward for patience. Fruit’s better when it ripens. 

You bob your head in rhythm, drool down his length, swallow him to the root. He tries to stay still, to be good for you, he does, but your mouth is wet and hot and velvety, and he wants all of it. All of you, everything you offer. 

He cants his hips and you gag around him then pull away, a string of spit the only thing connecting your bodies, and he fights against the bindings around his wrists because no, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I didn’t mean it. 

You rise to your feet, rake your gaze over his body, tilt your head to the side. “You’re still thinking, aren’t you?”

You determined the goal before this even began: fuck him silly, fuck him stupid, make his brain unusable. 

“Yeah.”

“A more direct approach then.”

You straddle him then sink down on his cock, all tight and slick and impossibly hot. Clenching muscle, liquid velvet, and his brain scrambles a bit. His vision blurs at the edges.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” you say, curl a fist in his hair, tug his head back, kiss and suckle and bite along the pulse of his neck. “You wanna be ruined, don’t you?”

When you lift your hips, fuck him slow, swallow up his cock, it takes everything in him to verbalize an answer. “Yes.”

You curl a hand around his throat, press in with your fingers, and he chokes out a moan. “Oh, I know you do, and I won’t stop until you forget your own name. Would you like that?”

He’s never craved anything more in his entire life. That state of peace only you can subject him to, a never-ending well of nothingness. Nothing but white-hot pleasure and him and you.

“Please.”

You fuck him within an inch of his life then stop just before he crests. Coax his mouth open, lick over his tongue, and the kiss is wet and messy and your hand tightens around his throat and he whimpers. 

“We’re making progress,” you say. Wipe the spit from his chin. Press a tender kiss to his cheek. “Still want more?”

Always. Always when it’s you. Could never have enough, never take enough, never give enough. 

“Please.”

Your hips rise again. 

[gaylordthethird]

hey i havent played minecrft since before bees were introduced. ya got any recommendations on how to catch up? i sure dont see any help within the game :(

Oh my gosh I have so many recommendations

Pixlriffs Survival Guide!

The best I've got is Pixlriffs! He has the most beautiful survival guide <3 if your wanting to get back into unmodded survival he's your best bet! Pixlriffs' survival guide is on its third season now, and is a step by step letsplay showing you how everything works. I mean everything, even crafting!

Xisumavoids Minecraft Updates!

Great in-depth explanations about pretty much every update AND snapshot! <3 He explains what everything does and how it is applicable to how you play the game!

The Breakdown!

He's an absolute sweetheart <3 He's covered everything. From downloading minecraft to creating a server! I can't recommend him enough. He does alot of videos explaining how to install mods but there's still more than plenty about just playing non-modded minecraft!

Just watching people play!

One big thing I'd recommend is just watching people play minecraft! It can help you get a little more caught up on what's happened in the previous updates, and make sure your not so overwhelmed! Some YouTubers I recommend are "ijevin," "joehills," "solidaritygaming," "welsknight," and "xbcrafted"!!

Starting off small!

Going back to minecraft after a while can be very overwhelming, so try to start small. If all the new blocks are too much, go back a few updates until your comfortable! If building a base is too difficult, go live in a village or a cave! If the threat of mobs is scary, change the difficulty to peaceful! Or heck, just play in creative mode!

You know what's best for you

If any of these tips aren't working for you, don't feel like you have to follow them! Everyone experiences everything differently, and if what's works for me dosent for you then that's fine! What matters here is you enjoying yourself!

If you have any other questions at all, even "silly" ones, please ask me! I adore minecraft and one of the few things I adore more than minecraft is helping others! /srs

[okamirayne]

O’Rayne!! Stalking your posts and totally freaked at your mention of HHU (please no pressure tho Rayne just see it as support and stalker interest lol) and was curious…is it your burnout that is the toughest part for you regarding HHU and your original works? Stupid question probably??? >.< I haven’t written in a looong time myself (so many unfinished fics heh >.>) but I think it’s block and not burnout. Is there a big difference?? I get confused but I know you’ve been struggling and always said it was burnout not block? I’m sorry and hope you heal soon. 🧡🧡🧡

Hello, hello! 🤗💜

Stalking your posts and totally freaked at your mention of HHU (please no pressure tho Rayne just see it as support and stalker interest lol)

[..] is it your burnout that is the toughest part for you regarding HHU and your original works? Stupid question probably???

Not a stupid question. And yes. It is undoubtedly the toughest, most frustrating, and devastatingly painful thing I've had to face regarding my creative journey.

I haven’t written in a looong time myself (so many unfinished fics heh >.>) but I think it’s block and not burnout. Is there a big difference?? I get confused but I know you’ve been struggling and always said it was burnout not block?

Oh luv, I'm sorry you've not been able to write for such a time. I'm not sure which camp you're in but I'll try to give my two cents re: differentiating between Block and Burnout. Please note: this isn't a one-size fits all explanation, as I can only speak to my own experience.

So for me, personally, the distinction is this:

Block = I have no ideas or inspiration; I have gas in the tank, just no map and no destination. Maybe my tyres are spinning in the mud a bit. I need a jump-start. Or maybe I need to figure out which gear I'm stuck in. With the right mechanical mojo, I can take the wheel.

Burnout = I have a destination, I want to reach it, I even have a map, but my engine is shot to shit and my tank is empty. I cannot be jump-started by my usual tricks and my gear-stick is broken. I have all the ideas and even sparks of inspiration yet I possess absolutely no capacity to actually get it OUT of my head onto the page. I am a fuming roadwreck. Even Jesus can't take this wheel.

Burnout, (again, I'm speaking to my personal experience of it) is a severe, scary, and surreal kind of shitshow that feels like my brain has mutinied and is gaslighting itself. Unlike a block, burnout is defined as 'a state of emotional, mental, and physical exhaustion brought on by prolonged or repeated stress' (said stress is different and unique in each case). Basically your nervous system has been sadistically rewired into survival mode, your creative tyres have been slashed, and you're not firing on all cylinders because your cylinders are now warped scrap metal in a flaming junk yard. It is a godawful state of breakdown. And when you try to rev, it costs you.

Blocks are cordons that can be navigated or bulldozed...burnouts are the love child of napalm and Greek Fire. You can't smash or power through them. Unless you like third degree burns on your psyche and soul.

Drama. I am full of it. I know. This is what happens when a writer isn't writing. Monsterous. Inconsolable. Insufferable.

I’m sorry and hope you heal soon. 🧡🧡🧡

You're a sweetheart. Thank you so much, Anon. I really hope you manage to clock what's got you stuck (I sincerely hope it's block, not burnout) and that you are back to writing again ASAP! 🧡

[foxboidrew]

(Same anon who had the idea of the alternate Spaniard. Had more ideas about him.)

(Also, you can call me dragon anon from now on if you want. I’m just doing it to keep track of asks I’ve sent.)

I can imagine that he wouldn’t trust anyone at first. He can tell that they’re different, but he’s gotten used to being on his own.

He’s also gotten good at stealing. Stealing things that seem like they’d be useful for him has become a habit, since it was necessary to survive back in his home dimension.

He doesn’t sleep. It was never safe to stay in one spot for too long, let alone be unconscious, so he has a battery pack that he constantly keeps strapped to his back that he has to occasionally charge. It’s essentially the closest thing he has to a portable charging station.

Despite having a battery pack on his back, he’s gotten good at being quiet and sneaking around. He could definitely sneak up on the average person if he wanted or needed to.

Never yell at him, corner him, or suddenly touch him. That’s a one way ticket to getting attacked, since he’ll quickly think that he’s in danger. Doesn’t matter if you’re family either. He’s unfortunately had to attack some of his own family members back in his home dimension.

He’s not comfortable with anyone touching him whatsoever, for obvious reasons. If there’s something to fix on him, he’ll do it himself, with things he’s gathered.

The main parts of the pizzaplex are a visual nightmare for him due to all the bright lights. He tends to hide away in darker areas.

-🐉

{{I'm absolutely eating this up Dranon (dragon anon teehee)!!}}

And I'm picturing him becoming close friends with Molten

Iffy terms with Solar, but empathizes with him

Absolute sweetheart to Dazzle

Verrry rocky terms with Moon (heard him get mad at something and quickly got any defenses he needed ready)

I like to picture him sleeping in the pirate ship pillow fort! Dim glow from blue fairy lights, soft rug, blankets, pillows! It's a tight squeeze, but he can safely go into low-power mode

Lunar caught him stealing one time, and he nearly shot him because Lunar scared the shit outta him xD (Lu was fine, but definitely startled asdfghjkl)

{{I'm loving this! Please feel free to share more!}}

{{ps! doing this to differentiate me talking vs me sharing ideas!}}

[wosopatri2]

Evening darling,

Hope life is treating you well xoxo. Currently feel like ramming my head into the wall with the amount of work I have to complete. Genuinely about to lose it I’ve spent so long studying my brain is fried. Went to watch a local game yesterday and it was funnn. Very tired tho but it was a good break from my work. Played a fuck ton of football today cause if I study anymore I’m going to lose it. Genuinely how do they expect me to study all this shit and have a social life?? I miss when school was just playing with the occasional assignment.

YAYYY ITS NICE TO HEAR FRON U AGAIN. How has your life been darling? (Aside from the creepy people) Didn’t know you had a gf, then I rmb that we are all woman football fans so majority of us are gay anyways. Cheers to her lols, side question u can pick not to ans, is she a football fan too?

On the barça situation or just barça players in general, aitana is in like dire need of rest. Idk how she’s doing full 90s every time. Pere I understand that our midfield is like half injured rn but please tana does not need anymore minutes she’s alr carrying the entire team. But worried about UWCL this year honestly, if we keep up the current strats we are going to suffer. Let’s hope we learn from our mistakes and get better (I’m being slightly delusional, we’ve been making the same mistakes) Side note I really hope city knocks Chelsea out, Chelsea has such a big pool of people and they can field like two starting 11s so I would really like to see the mighty fall from grace. No hate to Keira or Lucy tho, miss them at barça. ESP KEIRA. Our midfield is so injured rn we really should’ve kept her or sourced a replacement. Good news is that Ingrid is DM again!! Idt I’ve seen her play at that position a lot so it’s definitely a change.

Oop that para ended up being very long. Sorry for the rant haha. But please, tell me more about ur day/week/month since December. I would love to hear more about it!! Love you, xoxo.

Evening, sweetheart. Oh my gosh, I feel you so hard on the whole “ramming my head into the wall” vibe—work has been absolutely relentless lately. I swear the amount of paperwork and cases I’ve been juggling is enough to make me question all my life choices. 😭 But hey, at least I’m surviving (barely) and trying to keep my sanity intact.

I’m so glad you got to watch a local game.That sounds like such a fun break from the chaos of studying. And playing a ton of football lately? That's so good i wish i could (i'm really bad but i think i will enjoy it). Sometimes you just have to drop the books and do something that makes you feel alive, even if it’s just kicking a ball around for hours. Also, I totally feel you on the whole “how am I supposed to study and have a social life?!” thing. Like, who decided this was a fair system?? I miss the days when life was simpler too, just playing and the occasional assignment sounds like a dream right now.

Okay, so life has been… a lot lately. Work is crazy, I’m in the middle of moving towns (which is equal parts exciting and terrifying), and my dad has gone FULL FRUIT MODE. Like, I casually mentioned I’ve been craving fruit lately, and now he’s showing up with bags of mangoes, pineapples, and strawberries like he’s running a farmers’ market. It’s sweet, but also… sir, I cannot eat all of this before it goes bad. As for the move, I’m a little nervous about the change, but I think it’s going to be for the better. New town, new energy, right? I really hope it's going to bring me and my father peace and a much less stressful life.

And yes, my girlfriend is a football fan too. She’s actually one of the anons I used to talk to every day over here how wild is that? We bonded over our shared love of the game (and many other things), and the rest is history, she's perfect and so beautiful and I can't wait to have her here with me. She’s my biggest cheerleader, and I’m so lucky to have her.

Speaking of Barça, I’m with you 100% on Aitana needing a BREAK. Like, PLEASE, Pere, give the woman a rest. She’s carrying the team on her back, and it’s starting to show, I don't even know how she is still alive and running, like she has to be exhausted. And don’t even get me started on the UWCL situation, I’m trying to stay hopeful, but if we don’t fix our strategies soon, it’s going to be a rough ride (I haven't bought tickets to Lisboa which is only like 4 hrs drive from the new town i'm moving cause i don't think we are getting past semis 😔). Also, yes please to City knocking Chelsea out. I have nothing against Keira or Lucy (I miss them too ), but Chelsea’s depth is just unfair at this point, like owning 43 players.... Yeah no words. Let’s hope Ingrid shines in her DM role and brings some much-needed stability to the team, i think she's doing fearly well, she needs time playing on that position again.

Anyway, enough about me, how are you holding up, darling? I hope you’re taking care of yourself amidst all the chaos. Sending you so much love and strength to get through this busy period. You’ve got this, and I’m always here cheering you on. Love you too xoxo

[chaosoftheages]

autumn's brain go brrrrrr

Aight aight here me out:

Ok so basically there's some random urban legend or something along those lines called the Triangle of Destiny(inspired by mine and my sisters brain cells combining whilst playing with magnet tiles) and the Color Squad(plus King) so they go searching for it and basically end up in the ACTUAL THING(which is a lost game of sorts) and have to beat it without dying.

Naturally, King goes crazy protective dad mode on the CG because it's a lost game and it's prone to going absolutely apeshit and killing them all(but knowing me, it will happen).

And the antagonist of this game is essentially the extreme corrupt creator of the game, who became a part of it when he tried to download it to his incredibly unfit-for-games computer(severely outdated compared to, shall we say, even Rocket Corp's lowest-running technology from it's early days) and he's just gone off the rails insane and has it OUT for the Color Squad.

The game itself is essentially a horror game about a character searching for the "Triangle of Destiny" itself, but the thing about said TOD is that it's basically just a murder weapon in itself that nobody can really get close to unless your gentle with it. Unfortunately about the titular character that you play, your not gentle. You handle it roughly, but there are so many things about your character before meeting the TOD that point to the exact opposite.

This might be why they nominate Purple, Red, and Blue, the obviously gentlest of the group(Red deals with animals, Blue does potions and has to be fragile with them, and Purple's just an all-around sweetheart) to lead their group despite having no idea what the hell they're doing. Throughout the entire game, numerous things(possibly aluding to what the creator has been adding or people have been adding them in there), such as jumpscares and other things like that, continuously pop up, hindering their chances of survival.

[zushikun]

evangelion 2.0 woohoo

- is this asuka oooo

- she sounds different

- kaji speaking english…

- asuka singing lmfaooo i love that

- why is she in a provisional suit tho

- wait who the fuck is that.

- back to the graveyard scene

- is THIS asuka

- i’m getting jebaited

- misato’s poor car omfg… it’s going through hell

- poor shinji getting attacked at the get-go… some things don’t change (?)

- the lorry is driving in the middle of 2 lanes.

- misato is so funny lol

- why are the boxes stacked around shinji like that,,, he’s gonna die from getting crushed

- awww they go to school together <3

- absolute chaos lmfao what is this excursion 😭😭😭

- why is pen pen there too FK

- oh artificial meat damn…

- lmfao asuka is so real picking a fight with pen pen

- shinji is a sweetheart sia with the miso soup…

- woah the emergency course thing is super cool

- shinji is hella determined

- their pain tolerance must be off the charts bc i’d be crying and tearing tf up

- “DADDY’S BOY!!!” lol

- oh yes the teamwork is slaying

- the red sea ~~~

- yay first name basis! and interesting change in the bed sharing scene

- shinji’s awareness of the want to be praised wow… applause

- asuka finally making friends

- shinji’s homemade lunches. damn sweet srs

- misato getting disturbed by kaji…

- OH THEY FELL OUT WTF

- what’s up with this formal dinner setting with gendoh and rei

- misato spinning on the chair is so me

- new girl is american?

- kaji why did you do that 😭😭😭

- is kaji gonna die in this universe too. i’ll be heartbroken tbh (as a friend said “you’ve fallen for his womanly charms”)

- aw rei is speaking so much more :’)

- asuka cooking??? damn

- i hope asuka doesn’t ruin the dinner 🙏🙏🙏

- misato mid bath jfc sis can’t catch a break

- was suzuhara still selected or this new gal… doesn’t seem like it’s him tho

- gendoh calls seele from a green room??? he’s a live streamer damn

- asuka and rei’s elevator convo took a good turn

- i relate to asuka getting frustrated with everyone saying “i don’t know” LOL 😭

- misato and kaji’s drinking session LOL

- misato thinking of the kiddos

- asuka taking one for the team ✊ respect

- YAY to suzuhara’s sister getting discharged ❤️❤️❤️

- ritsuko with that drip

- hope the test goes well…

- OBVIOUSLY THE TEST DIDNT GO WELL WHAT THE FUCK

- i still love shinji’s breakdown and threat to destroy HQ

- omg misato and shinji’s convo before he leaves :( ouch much

- the dummy pilot is terrifying

- FUCK OFF PLS

- ASUKA PLS SURVIVE

- poor shinji :(

- omg i bet it’s the new girl piloting unit 02

- noooo don’t send 00 out it’s not in functioning state

- who even is this girl fml

- of course unit 01 rejects the dummy system… forgot about that tbh

- WHAT BEAST MODE??? why are there cheat codes bro

- sigh now 02 is all beaten up.

- rei PLEASE :((

- how is 00 still standing lol

- i vibe with specs gal just doing this for fun

- DID REI GET EATEN WTF IS GOING ON

- “yui, why are you rejecting me” i wonder why

- no offence but does gendoh have the right to question shinji’s offer to pilot 01. he was alr struggling to activate it fuckinf idiot

- AND SHINJI boomeranging again. a classic

- gendoh half covered in blood lol

- GIRL THIS TIMING SUCKS WHY DID IT LOSE POWER SO QUICKLY

- “give ayanami back” i sure hope it does :(

- damn berserk mode was triggered by shinji alone…

- also the way everyone is just standing around on the ground lol

- HE DID IT :’)

- is gendoh ok lmfao why is he so roughed up

- NOT THE THIRD IMPACT LOL

- maybe shinji saving rei wasn’t the most awesome sauce idea but yay to both surviving

- ok but where is kaworu

- oh nvm the twink has descended with probably the least threatening threat ever

- very cute preview. excited for the next movie

[graveyardcuddles]

Not to woobify him, but when people talk about him being this evil, horrible, sadistic person at the beginning of the game, it's just like??

Is it fair to say he has a sadistic streak? For sure. He enjoys the feeling of having power and control over others because of course he relishes having power and control over others after not having ANY over himself for two centuries. But it's not like he goes out of his way to commit acts of violence and cruelty. The closest we get is his killing of the Gur which you can talk him out of without a persuasion check. I don't think he's a true sadist or "evil" because the story shows us that while power and control are things he craves, he can still ultimately find happiness (true, genuine happiness) WITHOUT any of the power and control that comes with ascension/becoming the absolute. There's also very subtle moments sprinkled in throughout the story that show Astarion is perhaps not quite as comfortable with downright cruelty as he says he is, like the fact that he doesn't want to spend the night with a Tav/Durge who slaughters the grove. Or his surprisingly soft reaction to Melodia's letter to Ketheric + his comments on Ketheric's transformation.

And yeah, he has messed up approvals. It IS weird and messed up he disapproves of you trying to help Arabella in the grove at the beginning of the game. Who wouldn't approve of helping a kid in danger, right? Except you all came here to try and find a cure for your brainworms that will soon turn you all into mindflayers, not to help every rando you come across the way and this is clearly a huge waste of precious time.

Same with Isobel at Last Light Inn right like why the hell does he dislike if you protect her from Marcus if she's the one thing keeping this sanctuary in the shadow curse up? Well probably because he wants to infiltrate the cult and was hoping to keep your cover with Marcus up. Yes it's dumb and selfish logic but when you're in survival mode, and have been in near-constant survival mode for centuries you learn to think selfishly to survive.

I see his general disapproval less as a reflection of any inherent sadism and more of a product of his terrified little fucked up brain failing to adjust to normalcy. That isn't to say that ALL of his unpleasant personality quirks can be traced back to his trauma. He has plenty of negative qualities that can be explained even by two centuries of torture.

But when we see him in the game, he is both simultaneously reeling in his newfound freedom while ALSO in peak survival mode terrified of Cazador coming for him or transforming into squid kid. He's not in a good place to be healing and growing his empathy. But even despite that you can still see him grapple with and eventually reject power and control if you help him.

I don't love him because he's this soft sweetheart despite all the trauma and horrors. I love him BECAUSE he is selfish and MEAN and prone to cruelty because it's all he's known for so long. Yet despite that when you reach out to him with kindness, help him with his blood hunger and scars and freeing him from Cazador, he's WILLING to change. Because despite everything, there's still something in him that WANTS to.

I keep seeing Astarion commentary with people saying he starts out "bad" but he can become good/redeemed/whatever and that's not how I see him at all. What does he actually DO that's awful? Have bad opinions? Give approval for bad deeds that the PC does? That's just talk. That's a man who just escaped two centuries of horrific abuse approximately five minutes ago and doesn't know yet how to exist among people who aren't actively trying to torture him, so he has bad thoughts about everyone, because WHY WOULDN'T HE. Bad thoughts are all he's had to sustain him for so long. He's never had any power to enact any of them. They're coping mechanisms. And he doesn't actually want most of his bad thoughts to happen. There are so many times he gives approval for something and then instantly regrets Tav actually doing it. "Let me open the barn door," he says, followed by the most comical look of regret I've ever seen when you actually let him do it. "Betray the grove," he says, and proceeds to have the worst time at a party that anyone has ever had. Idk. I just don't think he's "bad" in the sense that I feel most people mean when they call someone that. This isn't a well-adjusted person who's making calculated decisions, this is a severely traumatized person flying by the seat of their pants, who doesn't even know who he is yet when he's not someone's slave. Give him some space to be unpleasant until he starts to get his shit together.

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hello sweetheart heart, hope you are having a nice day. We love ghost, sow now i love you.

You, me and Jesus Christ know that when Ghost loves hard, he loves STRONGLY. This man gives you every bit of his soul little by little, in his own way, in his own time, but he does it with every fiber of his being. Now, Ghost gave his soul to his women. He opened himself in every possible way with her, he loves her too much. Until he loses her one day, on a mission, the last thing he saw was her being wounded. They are separated and she doesn't answer his calls, he thinks she is wounded to the brink of death. how would ghost react? does he's go "devil mode"? etc.

I NEED ANGST, I NEED TO CRY. I want this man to break my heart.

ily2 ghost solidarity (Damn dude you got me turning on my angst song, this hit me hard lmaooo)

TW: graphic descriptions of violence, angst

God, he’s a fucking mess. Ghost who is normally so calm and level headed. He is normally the picture of grace under pressure. But when everything started going sideways, you did what you do best and you protected him. Your 6’4” hulking behemoth of a man. The floor crumbed and broke under your feet, forcing you both to plummet down to the ground floor. The only part of the building that so far survived the blast. Ghost saw your attackers aim their guns into the hole you were both in. You acted quick and shot them, but not before they shot at you first. You pushed him away from you as hard as you could and the last thing he saw before you were separated was a spray of blood. And then more debris came crumbling down. And then silence. His blood went ice cold. There’s no fucking way. There’s absolutely no fucking way this is happening. He screamed. He screamed your call sign until his throat was raw. He’s not a religious man at all but sweet god above, this can’t be real. This is just a bad dream. Please god, this is just a bad dream.

You weren’t responding and it sounded like more of the enemy force were coming in. But it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t remember what happened. He wouldn’t remember mowing them down, one by one. He wouldn’t remember jamming his thumbs into their eyes, or plunging his knife in their throats over and over and over again, or even the tears. The hot tears that glued his mask to his face like a second layer of skin. He wouldn’t remember any of it.

Just the kisses he never gave you. The mornings he could’ve spent in your arms. The nights he could’ve spent curled up on the sofa, letting the TV run with whatever you wanted. The pointless arguments you would’ve gotten into about the pros and cons of having a dog. The time he could’ve spent unpacking your belongings in his house and watching you turn it into a home. The stupid texts you would’ve sent him about the most ridiculous things, groceries, jokes, those stupid quizzes you loved so much.

And as he held you in his arms, his hands shaking and applying as much pressure to your side as he could, his love is pouring from his lips and his eyes. He won’t let go. He absolutely will not fucking let you go. Even as evac came and put you on a stretcher, loading you into the chopper, he is holding onto you for dear life.

He’ll never let you go.

I might decide to do a full one shot from this 👀