#and i befriend you and fall in love despite the things you did to me and the world in the future

[sugawara--san]

bluepulse you will always be famous

[yourfatherlucifer]

The Villain (HJ)

villain!hongjoong x good girl!reader

Summary: Being the towns local good girl, you caught the eye of the towns big bad villain, and he NEEDS you. He WANTS you. So he takes what he wants.

Warnings: MDNI, EVIL JOONG IS A BIG RED FLAG, rough, getting caught, choking, pwp, mention of breeding, monster sized cock joong,

WC: 1,291

AU: hero/villain

Genre: SMUT

tags: @nebulousbrainsoup @jay-scenarios @wooyoungqueen @ad0rechuu @staytinyville @pyeonghongrie-main @yunho-mp3

nets: @cromernet @cultofdionysusnet @wonderlandnet @k-labels @kflixnet @pirateeznet

BRAIN GO BRRR, this could've been better but oh well.

Part two

With your flowy skirts and pretty attitude, you are the town's local good girl, everyone loved you. You always helped in any way you could, which meant the towns hero, Hwa, his alias, fell in love with you. However, you also caught the eye of another, Kim Hongjoong, the villain.

He used to be a happy man, but then things started not going his way, he became a brat. He started rebelling, setting things aflame. Destroying things across town, it started out as little things, then it started to progress when Hwa started getting in his way. The two used to be friends but then Hongjoong's ways became evil. Seonghwa always got what he wanted, never Hongjoong. So, they became enemies. Trying to take each other out at any chance they got.

Trying to off each other, even pining after the same girl.

That's where you come in.

Trudging yourself across town, books in hand, a man stepped in front of you, "Oh, Seonghwa! Hi!"

Red flashed across his face, 'Hey, Y/N, I was wondering, would you maybe wanna go on a date with me on Saturday?"

You switched your heavy books to one hand to scratch the back of your neck, "I can't, I have things I have to do, Seonghwa. I'm sorry. Maybe some other time?"

He was constantly trying to woo you, but never could accomplish such an easy task. Were you playing hard to get? No..you were too sweet for that. Right?

Of course, however, despite your sweet and happy persona. You liked bad things, you loved the bad prospects, you liked bad boys. Seonghwa was just far too good for you. You could never let anyone know that though, everyone would dismiss you as the good girl.

They would wonder, 'Who could corrupt such a nice thing?'

Kim Hongjoong. That is who.

With his mean acts, his evil smirk, his pretty eyes. You fell in love with him, but alas, why would he want you? You're too nice for your own good.

You had seen him around in school before he became the villain, he was the outcast, but you liked that about him. You wanted to befriend him. Your parents and friends alike wouldn't let you. They always thought something was wrong with him. They were right. He's evil incarnate, but that made you fall harder. You yearned for him, for his touch for him to tell you all the things he would do to you.

"I see, that's alright, Y/N. I'll see you around." Seonghwa smiled and left you alone in the street.

You rolled your eyes at his goody-two-shoes attitude, yes, you were the same, but you only behaved such a way as to not disappoint your family.

Little did you know though, Hongjoong DID want you, he saw you as the girl he wanted to corrupt, he didn't know your true thoughts of course.

He thought you only want Seonghwa, even more mad that Seonghwa got what he wanted.

But he saw you. Saw you just reject Seonghwa. It nearly brought tears to his eyes. He won. He finally won.

Hongjoong watched you walk into an alley, so he followed you. He was ready to finally confront you.

As you made your way down the cramped buildings, you could hear footsteps behind you, so you quickened your pace.

"Wait! Y/N." A voice you haven't heard in years called out to you.

You turned on your heel to face him, "Hongjoong?"

He didn't smile, just nodded, "Hey. It's good to see you."

You took this time to smile, "You as well."

He stepped up closer to you and you didn't move from your spot, "I'm surprised you aren't running."

"Why would I run?"

"Cuz' I'm the villain of the town?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Okay, and?"

Hongjoong laughed deeply, it was so attractive to you. He gave you his signature smirk, before placing his hands on your waist, he could see in your eyes that you wanted him.

He wanted you too.

"So, shall we go back to what you could say, is my evil lair?"

You laughed and nodded, "Yes, Joong, I'd love to."

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The second you stepped into his lavish mansion, he slammed you into the wall, his lips attacking your neck. Nipping and pulling at the skin to create the biggest marks anyone has seen. Hwa will know that you are taken. He will never have you. Hongjoong will make sure of it.

He tapped your thighs for you to jump up.

He carried you through many halls, many staircases, the strength on this man was so unforgivingly hot.

The second he reached a certain room, the cold air affected your nipples. They hardened within a second.

It was in fact, his lair.

Machines lined the walls, a few couches strung about, but in the middle of the room sat a large metal slabbed table.

"Strip." He sets you down, in a demanding voice.

"Leave the skirt on."

He watched as you were about to pull off your flowy skirt.

Once you stood bare in everything but your skirt, he approached you, "Mmm, mine to corrupt."

Grabbing your chin with one hand, he forced you to face him, "I'm going to have you ruined for anyone else, Seonghwa will never want you when I am done with you." He whispered in your ear.

He backed you up into the table, the cold metal hitting your lower back. He quickly spun you around, bending you over the table.

He flipped up the back of the skirt and stared at your wet and warm cunt, "Is all this for me, my good girl?" His finger dipped into the dripping slick.

You moaned into the table, "A-all for you!" You could feel his well-hung cock against the back of your thighs through his slacks.

When he was done playing with your slick, he removed his belt before grabbing your wrists and tying them behind your back, "Good girls don't get to touch when it comes to me."

"I'm going to fuck you into next week, and that is a promise."

He ran his monster-sized cock along your folds, "I don't know if I really should give you what you want." He grinned evilly, alas you couldn't see it.

You were about to beg but before you could, he pushed his large cock inside, "Fucking god, so tight." He growled almost inhumanly.

he rubbed your asscheeks before beginning his descent into pleasure.

The table rock with each thrust his pushed into you, his free hand pushed you down further into the table to prevent any back arches or movements, "Take what I give you. No more, no less."

His harsh thrusts turned slow and soft as he flipped you around. His hand made his way to your throat. Once he made contact, he squeezed your throat hard, only enough to slightly choke you.

His hard thrusts returned, leaving bruises behind. The skin slapping and moans filled the room.

When his lips found yours, there was no love behind them. It was all just need.

"Should I knock you up? Yeah? For the town to see you get bred by the villain? No, I shouldn't. I hate children." He groaned into your ear.

"I will mark you, and feed you my cum, so you'll be dripping."

You wanted to hold him so bad, but could only wrap your legs around him to pull him closer to you.

His thrusts were beginning to turn sloppy, "Gonna fucking fill you."

"Please, just fuck me, Joong!"

The second his warm cum spilled into you, the door to his lair burst open.

Seonghwa stood there,

"What the fuck, Y/N!"

And there was Hongjoong's signature evil smirk, he got what he wanted.

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

i like you, and it scares the hell out of me

pair: Fred Weasley x reader requested by anonymous

Hi, could you do Fred Weasley x reader, where all of Fred's life he's hated Slytherins and has always said he would never befriend one much less date one, but reader appears and he starts falling for her while denying it and is maybe a bit of an a**hole to reader because he just doesn't believe he could ever like you, but realizes that reader isn't horrible and that not all Slytherins are monsters, and once they're together everyone teases him about how he would say he would never date a Slytherin but now reader is basically the love of his life Sorry if this is really long

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Fred Weasley had always hated Slytherins. He and George had a running joke about it—one that usually involved some combination of hissing noises and sneers when a Slytherin walked by. It wasn’t even personal most of the time. It was just tradition, passed down from sibling to sibling. The twins were proud Gryffindors through and through, and they knew the unspoken rule: Slytherins were the enemy. Simple as that.

That was, until you showed up.

You were the new Slytherin transfer from Beauxbatons, and somehow you’d ended up in nearly every one of Fred's classes. From the moment he saw the green and silver tie around your neck, he wrote you off. He'd never spoken to you, and he didn't plan on changing that anytime soon.

However, Fred found it harder to ignore you when Professor Flitwick paired the two of you together for a Charms project. You gave him a polite smile, introducing yourself. Fred just crossed his arms and muttered, “Weasley.”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. It seemed you had better things to do than acknowledge his attitude, which only irritated him more. He didn't like the way you just brushed off his hostility like it was nothing. It made him feel like he was being unreasonable, and Fred Weasley was never unreasonable.

The days passed, and you continued working together, much to Fred's annoyance. You were good at Charms, annoyingly so, and you didn’t seem to care about the house rivalry. You were friendly and witty, often making comments that caught Fred off guard, almost making him laugh. Almost.

“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked one afternoon, finally tired of the silent treatment and the occasional snarky remark Fred threw your way.

“I don’t hate you,” Fred said, leaning back in his chair. “I just don’t trust Slytherins.”You sighed, “You don’t even know me, Fred. You’ve never tried to get to know me.”

“I don’t need to know you,” he shot back. “I know enough. You’re a Slytherin. That tells me everything.”

You rolled your eyes, clearly exasperated, but you didn’t argue. You just went back to your notes, ignoring him for the rest of the session. Fred found himself stealing glances at you, feeling a twinge of guilt he couldn’t quite place. You were just another Slytherin, so why did he care if he hurt your feelings?

Despite his efforts to maintain his distance, Fred couldn’t help but notice the small things about you. How you always offered to help first-years in the library when they looked lost. How you laughed at George’s jokes even when Fred was being cold. How you treated everyone with the same kindness, regardless of their house.

It annoyed him. It annoyed him that you were proving him wrong. He’d always believed Slytherins were cruel, self-serving, and ambitious to a fault. But you… you were proving that wrong every single day.

Then came the day of the Charms project presentation. Fred had barely paid attention to the practice sessions, too busy pretending not to care. But when you stood up in front of the class, presenting with confidence and a slight smile, Fred found himself paying attention.

When it was Fred's turn to speak, he fumbled with his words. You subtly nudged him with your elbow, whispering the lines you’d rehearsed together, and he somehow managed to pull through. The class clapped, and Professor Flitwick awarded them full marks. You grinned at Fred, and he couldn't help but smile back, his first genuine smile toward you.

After class, Fred found himself walking beside you. He was still annoyed at how much he was noticing you, but he couldn’t seem to stop. It was like once he’d started seeing you, he couldn’t look away.

“Maybe you’re not all bad,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You glanced at him, surprised. “Is that a compliment?”

Fred shrugged. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You laughed, a light, carefree sound that made Fred’s stomach flip. He cursed under his breath. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid. But it was too late. He could feel himself falling, and it terrified him.

Over the next few weeks, Fred tried to keep his distance, but it was useless. You were everywhere he turned, and worse, he found himself wanting to see you. He started sitting next to you in classes, making small talk, and actually trying to be nice. George noticed, of course, and teased him relentlessly about it.

“Looks like Fred’s gone soft,” George said one day, waggling his eyebrows. “Falling for a Slytherin, are we?”

Fred shot him a look. “Shut it, George.”

But he couldn’t deny it any longer. He liked you. Really liked you. You were smart, funny, and kind. You weren’t like the Slytherins he’d made up in his head. And for once, Fred found himself caring more about who you were as a person than the house you were sorted into.

One evening, Fred found you sitting alone by the lake, your nose buried in a book. He hesitated before approaching, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Hey,” he said, hands shoved in his pockets.

You looked up, surprised. “Hey.”

Fred sat down beside you, staring out at the water. “I’ve been an idiot,” he said after a long silence.

You closed your book, giving him your full attention. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve spent my whole life thinking Slytherins were the enemy. I never even bothered to see people for who they really are,” he admitted. “I was wrong.”

You smiled softly. “That’s a start.”

Fred looked at you, really looked at you, and felt his heart swell. He reached out, taking your hand in his. It felt right, like everything was falling into place.

“I like you,” he said, voice low. “And it scares the hell out of me.”

You squeezed his hand. “You don’t have to be scared, Fred. Not all Slytherins are monsters.”

Fred smiled, leaning in closer. “I’m starting to realize that.”

And when he kissed you, everything else faded away—the rivalry, the jokes, the fear. It was just you and him, and that was all that mattered.

After that, Fred and you were inseparable. The whole school seemed to be in on the joke, teasing Fred about how he’d sworn he’d never date a Slytherin. But Fred didn’t care. He didn’t care about the jokes or the teasing, because he’d found something real with you.

Fred had spent his life hating Slytherins, but now, he couldn’t imagine his life without you in it.

[moonknixght]

Jerk [Marc Spector x GN!Reader]

Summary: Despite having plans for a date with you after meeting with his ex-wife, Marc seems to have suddenly gone off communication, leaving you to be a bundle of nerves until you decided to call him. Heavily inspired by episode 3 of scenes from a marriage. Word Count: 2k Warnings: Angst with no comfort !!!!!!!!! foul language, Steven cameo (that's a sweet surprise than a warning), no mention of jake A/N: Gosh! I apologize for being super late with this one,, this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away lol. And I'm a little rusty with writing atm, so don't look at me if the writing feels a lil wonky. though, Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! PS; The ex-wife mentioned in this is NOT layla its some other lady because we love layla in this household

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

The drawn out rings of the phone was slowly aiding to a upcoming migraine as you paced between rooms, silently praying that you would get an answer to your frantic texts. A rather uneventful Friday night that you expected to spend with the person you were recently seeing, an unpredictably mysterious man, had come to an abrupt stop.

There was a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector; and that was okay, because it was just the process of 'getting to know someone' was, right? Sure, You had rambled your head off on the first date, all which he listened carefully; but with Marc, you never felt the need to push information out of him. It was like befriending an fragile animal that takes time to trust, but the epiphany that comes after is unexplainably amazing.

Growing from acquaintances to actually seeing each other and looking forward to spending time as a couple was unrealistic, which was why your entire relationship was so fascinating. The patience of talking things out was a quality that you both shared; likely being the reason of such a bond with each other. If anyone would listen, you would never stop talking about how perplexing that was.

As you both started building a line of trust, You came to learn that he was divorced and was in the process of sorting things out with his ex-lover— which, of course, you were fine with. And today, he had mentioned about her coming over, which you were also on board with. But with the plans that were arranged for today still being overdue and Marc falling off the face of earth, you couldn't help but feel.. jealous? worry, even?

It was exactly why you were frantically texting your boyfriend, questioning on where he was and if his ex-wife had taken her leave. The only response that you received was being left entirely on delivered, adding fuel to your already anxious state. You felt like you were just being extremely clingy— and that they were probably still talking.

Your gaze travelled to the clock. 15 minutes to 1 am. Holy fuck. Had you really been texting him for over an hour? Had it been over two hours since you had set your dinner table, waiting for him? The latest that Marc had promised he would be was by 10:30, so it was just utterly ridiculous that it was past midnight and he was still unresponsive.

Swiftly grabbing the unopened bottle of wine kept on your table and making it to the couch, You set your phone down on the coffee table as you took a swing of the drink. It was crazy how this entire thing had gotten you so riled up, but as much as you hated to admit it, you were head over heels for this guy. So committed infact, that you were desperately checking on him for the past two hours; that you haven't even had your own dinner yet. One last call. Maybe he'll pick up.

That was the words that your guilty conscious prompted while you sat in the uncomfortable silence, eyes falling on the phone that lay discarded on the table. Obviously, you were going to feed into your thoughts. Of course you did.

And much to your surprise, it only took three rings to connect to the voice that you were just waiting to hear— but it didn't take you long to notice that it came off in a growl, much to the contrast of the soft spoken tone that Marc usually carried.

"Marc?" "Hey." You let out a sigh of relief, shaking your head ever so slightly at your own frantic actions. Atleast he was doing okay. "Are you okay? Where have you been? I've been—"

"Good. Uh, yeah, but listen, it's not cool to, like, bombard me with messages."

There was a short pause where you sat slightly bewildered. before you felt yourself sink into the seat, like a child who had just been scolded. Even with guilt creeping up, You wanted to still defend your own case, which was the endless worrying you had endured for the past hour, waiting for anything from Marc. Just a simple notice to cancel their date for the night or even to say that he was okay. But instead, You were simply left in the dark.

"Because you were supposed to call me, Marc."

"I told you, I'd call you when she left." "Oh, so she hasn't gone yet?" "No, She hasn't. She's still here." Sipping from the glass of wine and setting it onto the table nearby, your mind was quick to rush into many conclusions, but you kept your mouth shut. Whatever they had to discuss must have been really important. "Isn't it late? How are you both still talking?" "No, She— She's in bed." An exhale could be heard from the other end, as your brows furrowed. In bed? Marc lived in a single bedroom, so did that mean he was taking the couch? But before you could even question it, it was like the male at the other end had almost read your mind, because he immediately cleared your doubts, Albeit, you would have wished he never said anything. "..My bed." Oh. Feeling betrayed and lost would be an understatement of how you currently felt. Confused even, to some extend as a steady silence began to occupy the call. You weren't quite sure how Marc wanted you to respond to that. Did he want to hear you weep from the other side? Or be upset at him? Maybe even yell a few select choices of words for wasting your time? But instead of any of that, pure silence rang through the call and if it weren't for Marc checking if the call was still running, he would've thought you hung up. "Hello?"

The feeling of being let down was coursing through your veins at this point, making itself obvious with the lump that grew in your throat and how you stiffened up in your seat. You weren't sure what exactly to feel, a floodgate on sadness and anger opening like it was a pent up dam that was released. You sniffled quietly, trying to bite back the tears that were pricking at the corner of your eyes. It was unfair how distraught you felt. Another audible exhale could be heard, before you heard Marc's voice again. You weren't even sure why you felt like crying, but it was clear that this wouldn't end well. "Look, I'm suggesting that we should take a break because this is just not.. Not working out right now." "When did it work out, Marc?" "Wh— What are you talking about?" "I said." You spoke, recollecting yourself in a suspiciously gentle manner. "When were you not trying to use me as a way to move on?"

It was his turn to grow silent, and that was pretty much the answer you needed. To think that you gave him the chance, thinking that maybe this time around you could actually be with someone who cared— There were no other words to describe what you've been this entire time. You were foolish. "Goodnight. Sleep well." You'd be lying if you said that you didn't still want him to come back to you. Justify himself properly. Say that this was all some sick joke. But you were also aware that there was probably nothing that would save this. Still, You stayed when he spoke up again, for whatever reason. "Stop. Just Listen. This doesn't have to be.. what you think it is, I just need time to collect myself and honestly, I've been feeling for a while that—"

The urge to laugh was overbearing, and you didn't hold back. "You're so full of shit, Marc." Anger was finally settling in before the male at the other end could even respond to your words, but this wasn't about being courteous anymore. It felt like if Marc had cared for you even a little, this wouldn't have happened like it did. "Own up to what you're doing, asshole. I know you like to evade your responsibilities but just for once, if you have any respect for me, stand up like a man and say it to my face so I can just accept the fact that I've wasted my time and effort on you."

"Okay, Let me stop you here before you say anything else that you're gonna regret."

"No, fuck you. The only thing I regret is thinking that you actually cared enough to be with me. Turns out, your only concern is keeping yourself occupied and acting like you don't give a shit about everything that leaves you. You're a selfish prick."

"Fine. It's over then."

"Good. Lose my number and Have a good fucking night, Spector." The call was immediately cut, and so was the brightness of the candle that you had lit earlier by the dinner table. The dimness eased your volatile temper, but it bought the dejection and uneasiness that had failed to show up during the call. There was an option for you to cry it all out, but for reason, you didn't. A soft sigh escaped your pursed lips as you rubbed your eyes. Maybe you'd end up bawling your eyes out about this when you were nestled into the cold embrace of your bed.

You didn't even feel hungry anymore; so shoving the pasta that you had cooked hours prior into the fridge and cleaning up, you tried your best not to think of everything that just happened, which was difficult in it's own volition. It was just a few dates, so you were technically the one in the wrong for letting your guard down so easily and falling for a man who barely talked to you. That conclusion stung a little, but it helped you feel better as you picked up your phone and the bottle of wine again— too exhausted to take off the gorgeous outfit you had picked out for the night as you opened tinder; trying to scroll away like you were gonna move on.

—

On the other side, Marc had made the mistake of pacing through his room as he made the call, biting his cheeks as it reached it's abrupt and upsetting end. Guilt did lace his features, but reminding himself that this was the last he would ever hear from you made the circumstances a little less horrible. Glancing at the phone as his thumb hovered over your contact, He heard a meek voice call out to him. Not that of his ex-wife, but that of Steven's— who had seen everything from the reflection of the mirror that Marc found himself standing before. "Marc.." The reflection called out to him, a clearly disappointed expression lacing his features as he tried to find the words to even begin expressing how regrettable this would be. Steven didn't have to elaborate, though, because in the few seconds that Marc met Steven's concerned eyes, he knew this would just add into the contrition that already plagued his mind.

Marc tore himself away from Steven who made a lowly attempt at trying to reason with him; walking back to where he had just been previously. It was because Steven knew, and so did he, that he found what it felt like to be loved again through you. But he was undeserving of it. With everything he has done and all the secrets that he hid, he only deserved the toxic relation he had with his ex, which atleast kept his needs at bay; a fair trade for all the arguments he had with her. You were right about him being a selfish jerk. Though it was for all for the wrong reasons.

[uknowme-not]

More than friends - Seungmin 3/8

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Seungmin x Afab Reader (Roommate AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After you and your roommate keep cockblocking each other, a growing desire to release the tension comes up when hearing what he was up to in his room.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nickname (princess), Swearing, Teasing, Voyeurism, Masturbating, Cock riding, Nipple play, Unprotected sex, Cockwarming, Creampie,

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1.7k

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝟏𝟖+

Ever since you started University there was always this one boy in your class.

His name was Seungmin.

The two of you were quick to befriend each other when you discovered he would be your dormmate.

You two are always teasing each other, competing, and overall, wanting to be better than each other. And sadly, that doesn’t apply in class, but also at home when in the kitchen or trying to choose a Netflix film to watch.

The WORST thing you guys love to do though, is ruin each other's dates.

How did it start? Well, Seungmin decided to bring a girl over when you wanted a peaceful night. So being the tease you are, you started filling Seungmin’s head with some lies. “I bet she was dared” “Are you sure you know the difference between a fake and a real moan?” “Are you sure it isn’t too soon?”

Little did you know, that was enough for his performance anxiety to go through the roof.

Ever since then, it's been a constant battle to cockblock each other. With him turning up to your dates, to you showing childhood photos.

“Wait for me here” You smirk at your fling.

You were at a party and this boy with pretty freckles wouldn’t stop staring at you. His name was Helix? Felix? You wouldn’t know because In a moment of passion (and a moment of wanting dick) you invited him to yours.

You sat him on your couch after an intense make-out session. Going to your room, you get changed into something more “comfortable”. By the time you got out though, you saw Seungmin on the couch with a smug face.

Seungmin looks you up and down, and you cross your arms.

“Looks like another ran away” He smirks.

You roll your eyes sitting next to him on the couch. “How long will you cockblock me for?”

“Let me think…until we graduate” he responds cockily.

You sigh, stretching your back on the couch, letting your crop top ride up.

Seungmin stares at your skin, his eyes staring you down before he gets up, “I need to study.”

You roll your eyes, watching him leave. “Nerd” you yell out, staying on your phone as you decide to enter your own room.

After a few episodes of some Netflix show, you finally brought yourself out of your room. You walk outside to the kitchen to get a cup of water when you hear a faint grunt.

“Y/N”

Did you hear that right?

Following the sound, a small smirk appears on your face. You both were, sadly, a bit desperate to get some but after all this time, you never thought Seungmin would sink as low as this. And sadistically, all you wanted to get was revenge for ruining your opportunity to get your needs met.

Intrigued by the sound, you enter Seungmin’s room swiftly.

Seungmin groans softly as he gives in to the tormenting pleasure on his desk chair. His hand moves swiftly on his cock, imagining it's you beneath him. Despite knowing better, he can’t help but fall deeper into the twisted cycle of lust and denial.

The sounds of Seungmin’s pleasure grow louder, more desperate. His moans mix with the rhythmic sound against his skin, creating an erotic symphony that echoes through the room.

His eyes remain closed, lost in the throes of pleasure, as he feels the cool air brush against his sweat-drenched body. You stare at his chest, surprised by how toned it is.

Did he start going to the gym?

His moans intensify, fueling the desire that now borders on obsession. His palm gripping deeper, seeking release from both pleasure and torment.

Watching him jerk off to you only made you feel wetter. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. The sight of Seungmin's vulnerability, coupled with the heat of your shared arousal, makes it difficult for you to resist. His body trembles lightly as he nears climax, unaware of the silent spectator in the room.

Watching as he nears his release, you decide to make your presence known. Edging his desires. “Thinking about me?”

Seungmin’s eyes snap open, his heart racing from the unexpected interruption. A mix of anger and arousal surges through him as he recognizes the voice. "You... You're not supposed to be here," he manages between ragged breaths as he moves his hand away.

“Oops, did I disrupt something?” You tease. A chuckle leaves his lips as he catches his breath.

“Is this payback? I’m sorry for cockblocking alright” he mutters to you, trying his best to cover himself.

You notice how hard he still is and chuckle a bit yourself. “Continue, don’t let me stop you”

“You’re joking, I'm not going to do that” Seungmin’s voice cracks, betraying his growing desperation. But despite his protests, he can't tear his eyes away from you.

You move yourself behind his chair, massaging his shoulder. You watch as his breath rags. “Please?” You ask softly, watching as precum leaks from his tip

Seungmin’s breath hitches, his hands shaking as he fights against the onslaught of need. The question looming over him, coupled with the sight of his own arousal, pushes him to the edge.

As you continue to massage his shoulder a small groan leaves his lips. He can't resist any longer. With trembling fingers, he reaches down to touch himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he finally gives in to the pleasure.

“Doing so well for me” you praise.

“You're not supposed to do this," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking in rhythm with his touch. The sensation is too intense, and he can feel the familiar tightening in his stomach as he nears climax.

“I just want to help you out” You smile dumbly, letting another grunt escape his mouth.

"Fuck," his fingers moved faster over his swollen tip. He tries to focus on anything but the pleasure that's building up inside him, but it's impossible. Every time he thinks he's about to climax, guilt gets in his way.

Noticing his trouble you lean over, whispering in his ear “Pretend that’s me you’re in.” A small chuckle escapes his throat, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. He starts to imagine it-his cock inside you-and that does it. His body bucks violently, and a loud groan leaves his mouth.

“You're a fucking tease," Seungmin mutters under his breath, his hands shaking as he tries to clean up himself.

“You know you like it” You smirk, walking to the door.

You feel a grip on your hand.

Seungmin kisses your fingers and holds them close while he looks into your eyes. “Let me make you feel good too” He smiles, kissing your palm. "It's the least I can do”

You could feel the desire growing in your panties as your thighs rubbed together slowly.

He pulls you onto his lap, his hands moving up, his fingers tracing the outline of your waist. The fact that he is actually touching you after months without feeling anyone, you couldn’t help yourself but grind on his lap from the emotions.

The sensation of your body against his sends shivers down Seungmin’s spine. He tries to maintain control, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. His hands roam over your hips, feeling the heat between you two.

His hand slowly wanders underneath your skirt, rubbing circles on your clothed clit before moving your panties to the side.

A soft moan escapes your lips as he feels your soaked arousal. Seungmin leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You like that, huh?" He smirks, his voice husky with desire.

You move your hips upwards, giving Seungmin an opportunity to enter if pleased.

He notices, moving his hand between your legs. He gently parts your folds, revealing your slick entrance. He teases you, circling his finger around your entrance before finally lowering your hips, and pushing his shaft inside you.

“Fuck!” You gasp as you sit on his lap.

Seungmin’s eyes lock onto yours, filled with a mix of lust and challenge. He starts to thrust slowly, feeling the tightness of your body around his cock. His other hand moves up to grope one of your breasts, pinching your clothed nipple roughly.

He removes your top, seeing your breast bounce in front of him as you ride on his cock.

Seungmin groans, his eyes practically devouring your body. He picks up speed, thrusting deeper into you with each passing moment. His free hand roams over your breast, pinching and pulling on the other nipple. "You're so fucking tight,”

Whimpers start to escape your lips as he takes you hard and fast, the chair shaking from your pace on his shaft. His hips moved against yours with every thrust. "I can't wait to fill you up,”

You clench around his shaft, riding his cock with a growing desire. "Been- waiting- so long-” you breathe.

His body tenses as he feels your inner walls clenching around him. His grip on your hips becomes rougher, making sure he hits deep inside you. "You're killing me," he pants out, his voice rough with lust and anger mixed together.

His lips tangle into yours as his kisses grow more desperate. One of his hands slides down between your legs, his fingers finding their way back on your clit, rubbing it softly. "I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

A loud moan escapes your lips as your back arches. You clench on him as you mumble, drunk on desire “So close-“

"You feel really good," Seungmin murmurs, his finger picking up their pace. "Cum for me princess”

You clench tightly as waves of pleasure flow through you. A breathy moan escapes your lips as he helps you ride out your pleasure.

“Fuck," Seungmin groans, his hips jerking forward as his own climax arrives inside you. Your hips bounce softly, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body. He presses his lips against yours, sharing an intense moment.

As your speed slows down, you find yourself panting on his lap, his shaft still deep inside you. You rest your forehead on his shoulder as he kisses your head, stroking your hair softly.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” He chuckles.

“Maybe if you weren’t cockblocking me for the past few months” you pant softly.

He caresses your cheek, moving your face to look at him as he kisses your lips.

“Well, it was worth it don’t you think?”

You nod softly, enjoying the warmth of his body.

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[prinzrupprecht]

When Someone Else Tries to Impress You

It’s been forever since I did a Valhalla scenario one shot. Might turn this into a series with other characters.

Pairings: Okita Souji x fem!reader

Synposis: Valhalla was another wonder of mysteries and vastly beautiful. Everyone and everything co exists in one place. All the humans that died were summoned to Valhalla in their prime. You were died young anyway but you were reunited with your friends and of course, Souji once again. Yet, things go south when you befriend the demigod Cu Chulainn that happened to be training one day nearby.

No warnings.

WC: 1585

You loved everything about Valhalla. There were no wars and death. You and Souji were always next to each other when you both lived and promised each other to be with one another in the next life. Well, instead of being reborn, you all were summoned to Valhalla. Everyone that you had known was summoned in their prime years. Nagakura used to brag about how he died as an old man but was brought to Valhalla in his late twenties. You died not long after Souji so you never had the experience of aging like he did. It seemed that mostly everyone was still young and alive but in Valhalla.

“Oh cool, everyone is still practicing.” You chuckled as you sat down by Kondo. It was amazing to you how Kondo’s group still stuck by one another and had their own lodges set up near a forest.

There was no more fighting, at least no one to betray each other. Even Abiru, Yamanami and Heisuke were still with you all in the afterlife despite their bad choices when you guys were alive. You don’t loathe anyone… except maybe Serizawa for being a complete jack ass and he was elsewhere with his own group. At least he didn’t stick around with you guys.

Souji was happy and better, unlike his sick self. At least you can’t catch diseases and illnesses in heaven. He was able to spar with the others and see him laugh again. You could resonate with him how he wanted to see them once more before he died. He wanted to fight alongside them in the war. Most of all, he wanted to be with you and Kondo forever. It sucked how that turned out but in the end, everyone ended up together again. You had your family again… your Souji… the boy you swore your loyalty to. Valhalla was too unreal to be true.

After everyone was done with their practices and had eaten Kondo’s homemade meal, you quickly dismissed yourself and wanted to check the river nearby alongside the cliffs. You were going to ask your Souji to accompany you but he looked busy with everyone.

Maybe they won’t even notice you leaving for a bit. It didn’t cross your mind as you wandered around the forest down to where the river was. It didn’t look safe to cross from the looks of it. You heard someone counting like as if they were training nearby. You didn’t want to spy or anything. You haven’t met many new people in Valhalla either.

You slowly walked away but accidentally tripped over your feet falling backwards. Clumsy… like usual. You remember how Souji has caught you a few times when you’ve tripped or fallen from heights. He was normally there for you… suddenly guilt formed in your stomach. You wanted to return but someone was towering over you.

“Spying on me now?” A man with long silver hair gathered in a braid stared down at you. His blue combat uniform looked odd and he wore a red cape supported by a golden medallion attached to his right shoulder.

“N-No… I was just wondering around. Who the hell are you?” You sat up and moved away a bit to be cautious. You were mad that you didn’t bring your weapon with you in case he tried to attack you. You were internally scowling at yourself for being stupid.

“The name’s Cu Chulainn and you didn’t answer my first question.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“What? Spying? I already said I wasn’t! Besides I’m leaving,” you tried to get up but your foot was stuck under a fallen log. You cursed and panicked but the man was baffled how terrified you were around him.

“Here, let me.” He pulled the log up so you could move your leg freely. You jumped up and still stumbled but didn’t fall this time. Was he showing off? How was he able to lift a fallen tree like that?!

“What? I was trying to help. Besides you still haven’t given your name?” He raised one hand to his face as he observed you. Was he really acting nice towards you? You were hesitant but gave your name to him.

“I— I need to head back.” You finally stood up and the man Cu Chulainn leaned against a tree with his arms crossed.

“So soon? You barely got here,” he laughed and you heard a dog. A dog barking.

“There he is,” a fluffy white dog walked up to Cu making your left eye twitch.

“You know, my dog Geiss normally doesn’t like humans, but he seems okay around you.” Doesn’t like humans? What the f— is he then? Was he trying to impress you with that statement?

You reached your hand down to pet the dog and he was nice enough to let you touch him. “He’s soft…” you were surprised by the dog’s reaction to you petting him.

“See, Geiss likes the pretty lady, huh?” Cu cooed that last part as he patted his dog. Pretty lady? You kept telling yourself to not get flustered. You can’t be flustered. You belonged to someone already. Oh god, oh god.

Cu was trying to impress you with his dog? You mentally laughed and you overstayed in the same spot. “I should head back but I must ask why are you here?” You have been wondering this for some time. He wasn’t Japanese. You have no idea what he was? He said his dog wasn’t particularly fond with humans.

“I train in all sorts of places, this happened to be a random spot I sometimes come to.” He responded as he went to pick up something huge like a tree but not quite. His weapon?

“My mentor gave me this and told me to train every day to master its technique. Maybe I can show you someday,” you were feeling guilty all of a sudden. Cu Chulainn or whoever he was must’ve been a warrior somewhere. He was strong for sure, but you didn’t have time to play questionnaire.

You heard leaves crunching behind you. “I found you. Why did you leave—" Souji stopped mid-sentence as he saw you with someone else. Geiss started to growl making Souji step back a bit. He was contemplating on pulling his sword out of his sheath. He was confused while he stayed a few feet away from you. You seemed too relaxed around the man as well.

Were you secretly seeing someone else? Souji wouldn’t know how to handle that, but he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. Souji fell silent and didn’t know why you were here with someone else.

“Wait—! It’s not what it looks like.” You stepped in front of him.

“Who’s this?” Cu asked while he placed his weapon down. Geiss was lying next to him while you felt more guilty than ever.

“It doesn’t matter, we’re heading back.” Souji grabbed your arm to leave with him. Cu didn’t stop you from leaving. Well, he thought you were cute but that was it. It would be unfortunate, if he was your boyfriend. He seemed to dislike him but it didn't matter to Cu Chulainn anyway. He didn't even care if he sees you again.

“Hey wait! Why are you mad?” You haven’t seen Souji lose his temper but he was itching to kill the man you were with.

“Were you and him…" he didn’t want to finish while he was turned away clenching his hands tightly.

“No, I just met him and well, he talks a lot and has a cute dog.” You tried to make the situation better but Souji frowned still. Cute dog? That thing wanted to kill him.

He had calmed himself a bit and apologized. “Sorry, I almost lost my temper back there.”

“Aw, are you jealous that someone else was talking to me? Souji…” you were surprised but this wasn’t the first time. He even got mad at Hijikata and Nagakura a few times for trying to date you numerous times when you all lived.

Souji ignored what you had said. “Let’s head back. Venturing off is still dangerous without telling anyone. You were just lucky,” Souji grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him. He wasn’t wrong with the lucky part. Cu Chulainn could’ve harmed you but he didn’t.

“Fine, maybe we can see him again and he can show me what his weapon does.” You felt his hand tighten when you mentioned seeing him again. You noticed the tension in the air changed. Souji glanced at you with murderous intent in his eyes. Not to kill you, but he would for sure kill him.

“I said we, you and me! He didn’t seem—"

“No, just leave it.” When you two got back to the main area where you all were staying at. Souji had let go of you but something made you nervous around him from his behaviour earlier. He gets overprotective but this time he was different. He actually looked hurt but played it off when you explained that you had just met him and nothing happened. Now he’s back to acting normal around his friends, but when you two were alone, he wanted to mark you. Everyone knew who you belonged to. Souji always says the sweetest things to you alone which made your heart beat differently. How could you leave him? You wouldn't. Ever.

Something only he can do to you as his woman and no one else.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 76 (A Happy Harvestfest With One Greedy Little Genius)

Despite their busy schedules with work, Heather and Conrad hosted most of her family in Brindleton Bay for Harvestfest dinner. Ash would start school soon, and Heather could scarcely believe how fast time had gone. It seemed only yesterday she brought him home from the hospital in Henford where he was born.

Heavily pregnant herself, Heather's sister Holly spent most of the night napping in the upstairs guestroom, while her husband Kris and daughter Tetra hid out in the bathroom when the number of strange people made the infant uncomfortable. But otherwise the house was full of love and celebration, just as Harvestfest was meant to be.

Everyone ate so much there were no turkey leftovers! And though Heather was an incredible chef who had mastered gourmet cooking in their quest for ambrosia, Conrad stepped up to make this year's grand meal. Not only would it help him with his own cooking skill in their quest, it let very-pregnant Heather rest and enjoy the day with her family.

By the time everyone left, they were exhausted but content that nothing had spontaneously caught fire this time, unlike their last Spooky Day party.

A few weeks after his birthday, Ash lost his first tooth. A little genius with perhaps a hint of Landgraab greed, he was so excited for the Tooth Fairy's visit, Heather worried he'd try to pull the rest of his teeth before they were ready to fall out!

"Are you going to put that tooth under your pillow tonight?" asked Conrad.

Ash shook his head. "No, I'm gonna save it and take it to Daddy's! He told me when he was a kid, his Tooth Fairy gave him ten whole simoleons - per tooth!" Heather and Conrad exchanged wry looks. "With inflation, who knows how rich she is now!"

Conrad laughed as Heather balked. "How do you know about inflation? You're five."

"Gramma Nancy taught me about inflation," he said with a shrug. "She said when I run the company one day, I'll have to know a lot."

Heather forced a smile, but later that night she texted Malcolm.

So this is weird. I heard your Tooth Fairy got caught in the last recession and the going rate for our son's teeth is still ten simoleons.

Malcolm: ...Did he bring up inflation?

Ten! (Which is still outrageous) No more! And don't let your mother make him feel like he has to run Landgraab Corp. one day!

Malcolm: Alright, I'll tell him. I swear.

And your mother...?

He didn't respond. Even if Malcolm couldn't or wouldn't pick this battle with his mother, Heather wanted her son to work harder for whatever he wanted in life than his father ever had. She wanted him to understand responsibility despite the privileges he'd been born into.

He took out the trash, cleaned the litter boxes, fed the animals - even the beetles in the insect farm, and always did his homework. He even loved to help Conrad rake the leaves as long as he could jump and play in them when they were done!

Just as outgoing as he was as a toddler, he spent as much time as he could with his friends. He loved playing on the pirate ship by the wharf with Scotti Holiday, whose parents, Summer and Travis, had befriended Heather over numerous trips to the vet with the Holidays' dog, Kona.

"Be glad there's only going to be one at home," Scotti said. "Mateo is annoying and all Courtney does is make messes." She was about a year older than Ash. Even though he was a genius, he thought six-year-old Scotti knew more about life than he ever could.

"I'll have another one soon too, but that brother or sister will live in San Myshuno with my dad."

"Do you see your dad a lot?"

Ash shrugged. "Not as much as you see yours. I see Conrad all the time, though."

"But Detective Gordon's not even your stepdad. He can't even discipline you when you do something bad."

"I don't really do bad things..."

Scotti laughed. "You're so funny, Ash Landgraab."

Even as Heather and Conrad marveled at how fast Ash had grown, the days passed at a snail's pace as they waited for his little brother or sister to be born. ->

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NOTE: The pose before the cut is from the Us 3 pose pack by @katverse. I used the all-in-one version (there are 5 poses) and caught them between pose flips, but I also caught Gord breaking into the shot! So this is now one of my favourite family portraits on the walls of their home. 🥰

NOTE 2: I'm itching to post Saturday's post early. Should I do it or is Saturday fine? It's a really good episode. 👀

[tteokdoroki]

✩࿐ TRACK 04: UNDERSTAND. shoto todoroki (1K)

about. until he met you, shoto todoroki wasn’t really sure what being loved felt like. now that he knows, he’s sure that he wants love with you - for the all his days.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact!, sfw, fluff, happy ending, established relationship, sunday snuggles, proposals, afab!reader, pro hero!todoroki.

things to note. eee i was meant to post shoto’s last saturday but i got rlly busy! i hope you enjoy the double update today, sero later <3 - masterlist / series masterlist / series playlist ✩

todoroki never knew what love truly felt like. 

to be held like tomorrow has not been promised is something he hardly remembers from his childhood — sometimes if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough, he can catch whiffs of his mother’s shampoo and the feeling of her cashmere sweater against his chubby cheeks. 

but it’s always fleeting, never fully present. never really telling of what love feels like.

you were the one who taught shoto that love shouldn’t be something that he has to try and grasp for. that it should be unconditional, that it’s an experience that he deserves.

the half and half hero never thought that he would find someone who cares as much for him as you do — even from the very moment you met. you chose to befriend him despite how callous and cold his exterior was at the time. willingly, you spent years chipping away at the cool layer of frost that prickled on the surface of todoroki’s skin like a sculpture working with the perfect block of ice, desperate to see the real him. not the mould his father had carved him out to be. 

you did not seek to change todoroki, to shape him into something new — you simply wanted to see the real him, the warmth in him you knew already existed. it just needed a little coaxing out. you’d told him that on night, your hand sifting through soft peppermint swirl hair. moving as if you couldn’t feel shoto’s heavy heterochromatic gaze on you.  

“i like you the way you are, not the way you think you ought to be.”

shoto’s heart had flipped at your confession — like it had done so many times over the years. but being raised in a place where love was replaced by fear, he’d no idea that he was slowly, albeit, surely falling in love with you. oftentimes, you would remind shoto that you found  his obliviousness to your feelings for him endearing and adorable. your romance was somewhat of a slow burner, melting like a frozen over fireplace during the winter season. where lingering touches were over analysed and where your cheeks burned hot whenever you stared at one another for too long.

reciprocating your feelings had been a learning curve for the half hot, half cold hero but he had learned from his friends that there is a point to trying (if watching kaminari and his endless attempts at bagging his girlfriend from high school to present day wasn’t motivation enough, todoroki isn’t sure what is). after a patrol through the bustling city some years back, early on into his career as a pro — shoto had held your hands close to his chest, warming you up through the sleet and snow and asked. 

“maybe we could try, if you let me?” 

he’d not expected you to understand his simple words or burst into tears, nor to say yes and leap up to his height for a delicate chaste kiss. “it’s about damn time, shoto.” you’d replied, beaming so bright he was sure to see galaxies.

he had no idea that the one person he would want to be with for all his life was so close to him, nestled between the milestones and the memories. but now that todoroki has you — he can’t see himself spending a single second away from you. and you, the same with him.

today is no different to how it’s always been since dating todoroki. you lie in his sheets, your bare limbs intertwined and your fingers locked as if you’re never going to let go. todoroki, though lost in his thoughts, worries that you might be able to hear the rapid thump of his heart hitting the inside of his rib cage. if you do notice, you ignore it in favour of drawing shapes along the ridge form of shoto’s naked body, listening out for the sound of his breathing. 

he’s scared, truth be told. he worries that despite all this time together — being accustomed to one another’s quips and squicks, that you might leave or abandon him. love is freighting, even if it is supposed to be unconditional. “darling,” the man coos gently, brushing a knuckle over the apple of your cheek. 

“hmm?” you sound so dreamy and relaxed, curled up with him like this — you don’t have a care in the world, completely unaware that you make up shoto’s entire world. “yes, my love?”

the wisps of a smile catch on the corners of his mouth, dragging them upwards at the sight of you nuzzling into his warm palm. “i have a question to ask,” todoroki lets out a shaky exhale and shifts to sit against the headboard with you still tucked into his side. he watches as you glance up at him through long lashes, worry dancing amongst the flecks in your eyes.

you nod and take his hand to reassure him that you’re listening. 

he decides then, that you’re worth the risk.

“this may seem spontaneous,” todoroki starts slowly, making sure to keep his voice even as though not to spook you. as if you’re a deer in the woods and he’s a hunter on the prowl. “i can assure you that it’s not. i’ve thought about this more times than you could count, but first. you’re aware that i love you. right?” the press of your lips against his sensitive collarbones is enough for todoroki to assume that your answer is yes — he appreciates you giving him the space to talk too. “not a moment of my time goes by where i’m not longing for you, even when you’re right here next to me.” 

shoto takes a moment to pause, pushing the question he wants to ask around on his tongue — he wonders how to frame it, how you’ll take it but with one look into your gleaming pretty eyes (he should have known you would get teary from his speech), he knows exactly what to say. “you’ve…shown me a lot of things, a love that shouldn’t be granted. a life that i deserved to lead and so,” he grasps at your fingers with his colder hand, giving them a gentle squeeze before thumbing over your ring finger. “i think it’s about time that i asked you to be mine.” 

he wants you, forever and always. for all of his days — if you’ll stay, that is. 

drawing your body up so that you can kneel before him, you squeeze todoroki’s hand back and bring it up towards your lips to press a chaste kiss to the back of it. “sho,” you sigh, the words warmly coasting over his cool skin contrastingly. “are you—?” 

“i’m asking you to marry me. that’s if you’ll have me, darling.” the hero feels a little shy at how tenderly you treat him, a rose coloured blush blooming on his milky skin at his cheeks and the tops of his ears. 

“i’ll have you in every single lifetime,” you say urgently, throwing your arms around todoroki’s   broad, shoulders in a tight hug. “i can promise you that.”

like always, you take todoroki’s hand and he lets you lead him down the path — changing his future, soothing his past. because of course, you’re the only one who truly understands.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[ataraxiaspainting]

The End.

Yan Kafka x F Reader.

Synopsis: Kafka always sits in the front row, despite being part of the show herself.

Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, thoughts of violence, manipulation, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 1k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Breezeblocks by alt-J

Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich (feat. The Dixie String Quartet)

Swan Lake by HAUSER

Claus by Los Tres

Doin’ Time by Lana Del Ray

Lie by BTS

She’s My Collar by Gorillaz (feat. Kali Uchis)

Cha Cha by Freddie Dredd

Michelle by Sir Chloe

MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name) - SATAN’S EXTENDED VERSION by Lil Nas X

*~*~*~*

The roses are wilting.

It was destiny, fate. Such pretty things never last forever, after all, even if the entire universe wished otherwise. One way or another, they are meant to fall, like how the sun drops below where anyone can see it, being replaced with the moon, and vice versa. They fall deep, deeper than hell itself, and no one can pick them back up, unless one would be inclined to make a pact with the devil himself, doing horrendous things in his name. But Kafka has already committed such sins, so why deny doing so any longer? It is who she is. It is who you are, to be entangled in her lies and be forced to dance and to sing and to act.

With two gloved hands, she picks up the vase, spilling out the moldy water and the dying roses, the roses she got for you after you sang so well at the opera house, looking so beautiful, into the trash can underneath your makeup vanity, where little clumps of hair and emptied products always meet their end.

She’ll get you a new bouquet later. A new vase too. Perhaps instead of white roses you would like red ones instead? Kafka knows that this vase is cheap too, from one of your fellow divas, whose high notes are not as high as yours and her costumes not as elaborate or as elegant as yours.

“I honestly don’t see why you even try to befriend any of them, darling. They are all envious harpies. They can’t hold a candle to anything you do.”

You are not here, but Kafka’s mouth always has a mind of its own, so it spins lies even when your delicate, lovely ears are not in the general vicinity. Not that she minds it. But yours is what she is quite more so than trifles with, because yours is carefully controlled by her and her alone, and you, as always, don’t get a say. It’s a sort of hypocrisy, Kafka thinks, but she doesn't mind that either.

If she has to, she’ll even sew your mouth shut, your ears shut, your eyes shut, if that is what it takes for you to stay with her. She doubts it would ever come to that, though, because you are always too fragile and too trusting to tell the difference between an Iago and a Desdemona. But the latter role would much better suit you, her little flower, her princess.

You are so precious, but also a treasure prying eyes will always want to touch and see and hear. Kafka would, in all honesty, love to cut their hands and tongues off, if it did not ruin the carefully crafted image she made just for you. Maybe later, though, when all the stage lights are off.

“Lady Macbeth, hmm?” She murmurs.

She disagrees with the role you were given entirely. But, you were not one to stand up for yourself, so Kafka let it go. 

“You really ought to leave this business soon, dearest.” Kafka looks around, her arms crossed, not impressed with the room you were given in the slightest. “You can always just come with me.” She meant it. “Imagine all the sights you would see. All the food you would eat. All the gifts I would be so happy to give you. All the hugs and kisses you would receive from me. Everything… just think about it.”

She could imagine it herself. It is not hard, really, for the mind to reject all sense of logic and bow down to the whim of what is known as human emotions, mortal joys, woes, desires, wants, and needs. She could imagine sitting you on her lap as the ship jumps to the next world she will have to visit, telling you stories of the past, present, and future, as you look on with amazement. You don’t do that anymore, now. She would do anything to see it come back. She would steal a crown and place it on your head, though you having the genuine article does not make you any stronger. If anything, perhaps it would make you weaker to her whims.

“Imagine that…” She sighs, closing her eyes as she smiles. “We can go to Penacony. Your dreams would come true there if I cannot make them true myself. You can sleep on beds worth more than this entire opera house. If only you would let me. I know it would make you happy. I know it would make me happy. So why wouldn’t it make you?”

She would listen to your ultimate pains, and your ultimate wishes, and act accordingly. She loved you. You will too, again. It is only a matter of time, isn’t it? Yes, Kafka thinks, it is fate. 

…

Kafka always sits in the front row of the theater.

It does not matter whether or not she purchased the tickets for it, the seat, or the show soon to come to fruition. No one dares talk back to her, even security. She finds comfort in that. No one gets in the way of her having the chance to see you. Better yet, no one else sits in the front row when she is present.

So, she watches, one of her legs crossed over the other, her eyes never blinking. During interludes she likes to adjust her makeup accordingly, painting on another shade of crimson to her lips. Art comes in many forms, after all.

Kafka told you that once. As always, you listened dutifully as she taught you to be.

She taught you many things, not just that. She taught you how to read constellations. She helped you learn her vocabulary in the books she gave you, often long fairytales or poems. She preferred it that way when you used to be so eager to have someone be friendly to you and not want to simply use you for their own amusement, not wanting to throw you out of the opera house altogether.

The opera house may rot after it goes up in flames, in the future, if things go her way as it always does, but she’ll stay to watch it all, to take you in as you cry and as she shushes you. She’ll be happy. Maybe you will be too, for her. It matters how good your performance is, if you even want to act anymore, after all.

The lights dim, and she shows her pearl-white teeth as she grins.

[vroomvroomwee]

Everyone notices Aziraphales self-sabotaging people-pleasing tendencies but no one ever talks about Crowley.

Now imagine being an angel, completely unaware that falling is possible ending up in hell surrounded by evil and malicious beings, being grouped with them, being told you're one of them. One of the things you'll probably feel is shame, shame that you're down there, shame that you weren't good enough, shame that you have disappointed Her. And there is absolutely nothing you can do to fix it.

Then you start to hang out with an angel. An angel supposed to be your hereditary enemy, an angel who's there to thwart your work, but... that's not what he's doing. Instead he befriends you, he's kind to you, he's helping you, he cares for you... and you care for him. He's the "only friend you have" and you can't bear to lose him, the same way you lost Her. You can't disappoint him.

So you don't even try to show how kind you really are, how much you're capable of love, in case he finds out you aren't, in case he one day might discover you aren't holy enough, in case he finds "spots" and realises you're not good enough, not perfect enough.

Crowley would rather convince Aziraphale that he's evil and demonic rather than risk the chance of disappointing him, and consequently losing him, than risk him abandoning and leaving him. If he's aware of his wickedness he won't ever be disappointed in him. Crowley never paints himself as kind because he can't compete with Aziraphale, he's not an angel anymore and he can't ever be, so he doesn't even try. Because if Aziraphale ever did happen to find it he can say "I told you, it's your fault, not mine... not this time."

He disappointed Her once, he can't disappoint Him.

Those internal thoughts are explicitly (and slightly violently) expressed through his plants. He shreds the imperfect ones obviously, but in this season, out of all his possessions, he keeps the plants. There's nothing wrong with them, they haven't disappointed him yet. They're perfect, and by keeping them perfect he's keeping himself that way. By fixing his plants he's fixing himself.

It's partly why he introduces Aziraphale to food. If you can like and enjoy something earthly, not heavenly and holy, maybe you will realise imperfection isn't so bad. If you can love that, you can love me.

Aziraphale goes about pleasing people in a very obvious way, he actively seeks their approval, their validation, their praise, actively trying to impress them. Meanwhile Crowley is the exact opposite. His people pleasing expresses itself in complete contrast to Aziraphales'. Out of fear of rejection he doesn't even bother, he purposefully and strongly tries to convince everyone around him that he doesn't care about their opinion, down to his words, his maneurisms and his tone. But... demons lie.

And despite how hard he tries, Aziraphale always sees through him, time and time again he sees how kind he really is. And that belief ingrains itself in his head by the end of the season. "We don't dance", that closeness hasn't even occurred to him was possible, and yet it is. Beelzebub and Gabriel are also possible, that could be them.

By the finale Aziraphale finally got the recognition he's so desperately wanted from heaven, while Crowley got the exact opposite. Now the main reason for the sunglasses is to hide his eyes, he does it out of shame, because he thinks they're proof of his failures. When talking to Gabriel he even takes the glasses off and uses his eyes as a weapon, as something to be feared and scared of. Baring his eyes for Aziraphale he's baring his imperfections, his shame.

Aziraphale saying he wants him as an angel so that he can not worry about disappointing anyone again and maybe, finally, be happy, like he was when they first met, sounded to Crowleys ears like "you're dissapointing me and I can never love you while you're imperfect"... and, hiding his eyes, his failures, he will never bear himself open again...

Aziraphale and Crowley are complete opposites to each other in this sense, and this internal part of their personalities is a prime example of how the show and the book plays with contrast. A thing might appear obvious from surface observation, but upon closer inspection it turns out to be the exact opposite.

(I know most of it is fear of what hell will do to him, but this thought came to me when we can still see him denying his kindness even after Armagedidnt, when hell can't touch him)

Edit: Also, might I point out, how Crowley looks visibly agitated every time Aziraphale says I forgive you. To Aziraphale that means: "I will forgive you if that's what you need me to do, I will always accept you and there's nothing you can do that will turn me away from you". But all Crowley hears is: "you've done something wrong, you've dissapointed me", because if he hasn't then there wouldn't be anything to forgive now would there.

And in the Job episode, where no one can hear them he is still adamant and determined to prove to Aziraphale just how evil he is. With the episode ending in such a sweet and wholesome way, where Crowley ends up comforting him and just generally being so so soft with Aziraphale. The way he wished someone was with him, the way he wished someone would comfort him in such a way. "He's like me". Both of them so similar yet expressing their struggles in such a different way.

Aziraphale deals with his self-esteem issues by feeling important, by making a difference, every time Crowley saves him he feels appreciated, he feels he's worth something as he sees the trouble Crowley goes through for him. Meanwhile Crowley is the exact opposite, his fear of failure manifetst itself as a love language in the form of acts of service. Every time he saves Aziraphale he fixes part of his failings, he gets to prove himself, he couldn't do those things for Her so hes doing them for Him, because he loves him. "Rescuing me makes him so happy", makes him feel like he's worth a damn.

And that's precisely why he doesn't tell Aziraphale he lives in his car. He doesn't want to show he needs help, that he's struggling, and doesn't want to show any weakness or vulnerability. He's the one who's supposed to be rescuing him, not the other way around. He's supposed to maintain that strong persona and not dissapoint anyone.

And it's no wonder he loves Aziraphale so much. They are both so similar and he sees himself in him but at the same time he sees everything he wishes he could be, everything he can't be, everything he isn't. He loves Aziraphale for his kindness, his bravery and courage, his gentleness, his pure heart, his hope... everything he's lost. He loves him for not changing, for not breaking, for not allowing anyone to modify him. For not following the collective, for his individuality, something that can be observed in Crowley himself. But for still having a pure heart after all he's seen and all that has been done to him, are the things Crowley hasn't been able to accomplish in his own eyes. He loves and basically worships Aziraphale because of this. He's everything he wishes he could be and in his eyes Aziraphale is indeed ethereal and godly.

And how this is all encapsulated in his decision to run away with Azieaphale. Just like he sees people liking him as too much, too scary, too risky, so he doesn't bother, he runs away is the same way he wants to escape Armaggedon and not even try to save Earth. He did try once, a long time ago, he tried to prove himself, tried to be kind, and he failed, he was judged. And that has created a very very deep trauma response in him. Meanwhile, Aziraphale, the complete opposite, stays and fights. He openly fights for validation and he viciously fights for humanity. Even though both of them are completely the same in the sense of loving this planet and its people.

[letruyuread]

I've decided to continue the small thoughts thing, even if I haven't done their books yet. Some might be ooc. I've tried🥲

Vil knows he's beautiful. With makeup, without, in a gorgeous outfit or simple sweats. It just means a little bit more when you tell him he's gorgeous and he wasn't even trying. He just woke up, and you're already showering him with affection. He IS gorgeous- but could you say it one more time, please?

Rook... hold on. (Rapid fire research go!) He, of course, thinks you're beautiful. He may be stalkerish, like he is with Leona and the twins, but it's all in good intentions. You're interesting! He is a hunter, after all. I think his heart softens when you pay attention to him, to. Say something to him in French, or listen to his poetry. Compliment his eyesight. He'll fall a little bit harder. (Can you tell how much I relied on the wiki-)

I already love Epel, despite not having met him yet. He wants to be reliable for you- a real man! Yes, he's adorable, don't tell him that, he'll pout. Just let him help you. Anything, really, he'll carry your books or help you fix up Ramshackle. He'll get flustered in you ask him to teach you the apple-carving thing, though.

Idia was the one who got me to play the game (just like me fr). You'll have to befriend Ortho first- not hard, just find the little guy and be nice! He'll quickly start to see you as an older sibling the more you help him (please I want to adopt this kid). And, you're the perfect person to help his brother come out of his shell! Ortho will introduce you two, help Idia overcome his shyness (on occasion) and soon Idia's comfortable around you! Mission accomplished! Idia, then, lets you into his room and plays games with you. He tries to communicate with you, though them- it's just a bit easier to play a dating sim with you than to ask you out.

(oof fae time)

Malleus is awkward in an odd way. He's not shy or nervous, he simply doesn't know how to interact with you. He's trying, forgive him if he says the wrong thing, he never ever meant to insult you. In fact, he might already think you're betrothed- you'll have to put it to him gently that you weren't even dating, and that relationships usually go much slower than that. He learns quick, at least.

Lilia is old. That is undeniable, and it's funny to think he's going to college with his sons. He plays into his silliness, loving to surprise you and prank you and such. He loves to play into his age, too. Whenever you get a bit too mad, he's suddenly complaining about his back, all hunched over and holding his spine. See through his antics. Give him the scolding he deserves, I beg you. It won't stop him at all- this is how faes court, after all! (No it's not old man-)

Sebek is intense. He does exactly as he said he would when taking an interest in someone: writing them love letters every moon, and every fifth moon, including a picture of himself. It's what Lilia taught him! Yes, he's taking it very seriously! It's up to you to tell him Lilia may have been tricking him... and/or taking over the courting yourself. You'll never get anywhere, otherwise. Just be... patient.

Silver... is tired. Yes, such a surprise. He's a sweetie, though, always trying to help you out while stifling a yawn. His animal friends give you gifts, too. Nuts and seeds and feathers. Keep them in a small box- if Silver finds out, he'll be so touched. He told his friends to give you this stuff! And you kept them! Did you even realize they were from him? Doesn't matter, as long as they made you happy.

(I hope I did well!)

[beestriker015]

Raven x sweet and bubbly male s/o

(This is an AU that takes place during Team STRQ’s time at Beacon.)

Most people know Raven Branwen as a cold and serious person, but much to their shock, there’s one person that she has a soft spot for.

That person….is a fellow Beacon student named s/o.

When she met s/o at initiation, Raven was at first constantly annoyed by his cheerful and upbeat personality, which is very similar to that of her team leader Summer.

“Ugh, as if Summer wasn’t bad enough, now I have too overly joyful nuisances in my life.”

Raven thinks to herself while silently staring at s/o with an annoyed gaze.

Despite being shunned and spoken to rudely on several occasions by Raven, s/o was persistent on befriending her.

“Please Raven! Our teams are going to Vale to hang out and I would really love for you to come too.”

He says to her while the stoic girl exits her dorm room.

“For the last time, I don’t want to waste my time being around you s/o. Now leave me alone.”

She says while rolling her eyes and walking away.

Overtime however, Raven began to respect s/o’s determination and even started to…like him.

“Hey Raven! I probably already know your answer, but would you like to hang out with me?”

Much to his surprise, the black haired girl agrees.

“Sure, I have nothing else to do anyway.”

“Really?! Awesome!”

He smiles widely, which Raven can’t help but find a little…cute?

After that, Raven and s/o slowly began getting close, causing a bit of a personality change that her teammates started to notice.

“Raven’s been acting different lately.”

Summer tells her other two teammates Tai and Qrow, the latter of whom is also Raven’s brother.

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer.”

“I guess spending time with s/o has been a good influence on my sister.”

Qrow says before taking a drink out of his flask.

“Yeah, I’m beginning to think she might like him more than just a friend.”

“I think so too! I ship it sooo hard!”

“Of course you do Summer.”

Tai deadpans as the three continue talking about Raven and s/o.

Although she has yet to realize it, Raven’s teammates are right about her developing feelings for s/o.

Raven doesn’t catch on to how she feels about her friend until the rest of Team STRQ point out the obvious signs, much to her denial.

“No, s/o is a friend and nothing more. I don’t want to fall in love and I’m not interested in dating.”

She tries convincing herself, though ultimately comes to terms with her feelings thanks to her team.

“Fine, I like s/o a lot, but he probably doesn’t see me that way.”

Luckily, matchmaker Summer Rose is on the case.

After doing some prying, Team STRQ’s leader finds out s/o likes Raven too and proceeds to tell her.

“Raven! Raven! Guess what?! S/o does return your feelings!”

She tells her with barely contained excitement as Raven simply nods.

“Really? That makes things easy for me then.”

The confession s/o got from Raven was short and straight to the point, but he was ecstatic nonetheless.

“I love you too Raven! I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have!”

He pulls her into a hug, causing an ever so slight smile to make its way onto her face.

As a couple, Raven and s/o have a rather unconventional relationship.

Most if not all affection comes from s/o, not that he minds all that much, but Raven does hold his hand in public, which is something I suppose.

Jealousy is nonexistent because s/o is too positive minded and Raven sees being jealous as completely pointless due to her personality.

(Besides, no girl would dare try making a move on s/o because they’re all afraid of what his girlfriend would do if they did.)

Due to s/o’s overly kind and somewhat gullible nature, several people have tried taking advantage of this to get what they want.

“Hey s/o, I really don’t have time to write that essay. Can you please do it for me, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“Umm, w-well…”

Luckily, he has his girlfriend to help him deal with these kind of people.

“No. S/o is not going to do your work for you. Don’t bother him again and go write that essay your own damn self.”

Raven glares at the student as he hurriedly leaves.

“Thanks for that Raven.”

“You need to learn not to be someone else’s doormat s/o. Be assertive and say no.”

“I understand, and I promise to try.”

“Good, because you’d be weak if you didn’t. Remember what I said about being weak s/o?”

“The weak die and the strong survive?”

“Exactly. You are strong aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m strong!”

Raven smiles in satisfaction.

“Good answer.”

True to his word, s/o is surprisingly a very skilled fighter, so he and Raven train together quite often, which she may or may not take too seriously.

“You lost s/o. That’s 10 wins for me and 7 for you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you kept count.”

He says while getting up off the ground and dusting himself off.

“I never forget when it comes to combat.

“You’re so cool Raven.”

S/o tells her with stars in his eyes, not caring at all that she beat him.

The thought of Raven Branwen blushing sounds like pure fantasy, but s/o somehow manages to make that a reality.

“How’s my pretty bird doing today?”

S/o’s nickname for her makes Raven flustered every time, but only when he calls her that.

(Tai tried once, needless to say his nose is healing up nicely.)

Well into their relationship, Raven starts becoming more affectionate with s/o, but will snap at anyone who points it out.

“I love you pretty bird.

“I love you too s/o.”

She smiles sweetly at her boyfriend as Qrow snickers.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you’d become such a big softie sis.”

“Softie?! I’ll make you regret those words Qrow!”

“Raven no!”

Qrow runs for his life as his livid sister chases after him with her sword that she named Omen, s/o desperately trying to calm her down the entire time.

If s/o ever got serious hurt, Oum help whoever or whatever is responsible, for they will face the hellish fury of a pissed off Raven.

“For hurting my s/o, you deserve nothing but death.”

She says calmly with a terrifying glare before brutally killing the Grimm who attacked her boyfriend.

“Raven, you saved me!”

He hugs her tightly, which she returns.

“We will do some more training one we’re back at Beacon so this doesn’t happen again. I won’t let my boyfriend become weak.

She tells him all tsundere like, but is secretly very concerned about s/o’s safety.

“Ok! I love you pretty bird.”

Raven smiles softly to herself before breaking from the hug.

“I love you too s/o.”

Despite initially being known as uncaring and cold hearted, Raven can’t help but drop this persona from time to time due to strong love she feels for her sweet boyfriend with all her, whom she will always protect no matter what.

[photogirl894]

Hi ! I hope you are okay !

I hope you don't mind requesting again :)

I was wondering if I could make a Crosshair x reader request with the following prompts from your romance/fluff prompts list

2. what did I do to deserve you ?

35. I love you with all my heart

Have a good day/night ❤️

Hey there, Cora! Sorry it took me so long to get to this other request of yours! I hope it's to your liking 😊

***Slight spoilers for TBB s3 ep8, but nothing really people don't know about at this point***

"A Healer's Touch"

2. "What did I do to deserve you?"

35. "I love you with all my heart."

Pairing: Crosshair x fem reader

***

All the years you'd lived on Pabu, you thought were the happiest you had ever been. You lived in an island paradise, surrounded by the most loving and accepting community you'd ever known and you had a job that you enjoyed most days. Everything felt just right and you thought you had it all.

Until one day, Clone Force 99, whom you had befriended, returned to the island with their long-lost brother...Crosshair.

You knew they had a brother who had sided with the Empire, but months ago, they'd tried to rescue him...which was when so many things went wrong for them. They failed in trying to find Crosshair, Tech had been lost and Omega had been captured. For the following months, Hunter and Wrecker; the only two left, had spent so much time away from Pabu, following multiple leads and scouring the galaxy for their siblings. It made you immensely happy when they returned with both Omega and Crosshair.

While all of the Clone brothers were handsome in your eyes, there was just something more alluring about Crosshair that caught your attention the first time you saw him. Maybe it was the intensity in his face or the way he stood tall with pride or maybe...it was the darkness and hidden sorrow you could see behind his eyes when his brothers introduced him to you. Even though you didn't know any specifics and despite his best efforts to hide it, you could tell that the Empire had utterly broken him.

In the months Hunter and Wrecker had been out back and forth so much, you'd started training with the local nurse and had become a rather talented nurse and healer yourself. When you'd learned Crosshair had some hand tremors that were starting to cause him slight pain, you offered to take a look at it for him. He'd been quite reluctant at first, but Omega insisted, to which he relented. While you initially couldn't determine the exact cause behind the tremors, the best you could do at the time was give him a balm that could at least help soothe the discomfort.

After that, everything changed.

He kept coming back for more of the ointment for his hand and to have you check it when it seemed things were getting worse, still a bit begrudgingly for a bit. At one point, you were examining his hand when it started shaking in the middle of it and you instinctively reached out and took it in your own, grasping it tightly. Just as you realized what you'd done and were about to let go and apologize, he curled his fingers around your hand in return and it was the first time you saw the hint of a smile from him...a smile that sent you falling head over heels for him in an instant.

Soon after, he started coming around just to see you instead of out of concern for his hand. His brothers would go on missions and leave him and Omega behind to keep them safe from the Empire and he would come to spend time with you instead of dying from boredom or after spending a good while training or being with Omega for a bit. He'd watch you work and make small talk when you weren't busy. You enjoyed his company and he seemed to enjoy yours, too. If ever his hand began shaking when you were together, you would hold his hand gently and it would calm him almost right away. You were grateful to know that you were helping him in more ways than just giving him something for the pain the tremors caused him. He seemed more at ease when he was with you physically and emotionally. You couldn't quite understand why, but it didn't matter. He chose willingly almost every day to see you. It felt as though there was an unspoken thing between you, but you were never sure if it was right to bring it up. Perhaps, one day, after he'd adjusted more.

You were a lost cause, though, because in all that time, you had fallen hopelessly and completely in love with him.

There was a day you were out walking around Pabu as the sun was beginning to set when you saw him down on the beach...meditating, to your surprise, but you couldn't help but smile. Then you decided you would go down and see him, so you made your way to the beach.

As you walked up behind him, he suddenly said without turning around, "I was hoping I'd see you today...but I didn't expect it to be here."

You were about to ask how he knew you were there, but...it was Crosshair. He just somehow knew these things. It was like he had enhanced sense of his own. Instead, you replied, sitting beside him, "I didn't expect to see you meditating. When did this start?"

"Omega showed me a while ago," he answered.

"That explains why your hand hasn't been shaking so much. It seems to be helping," you commented.

He simply hummed in response and inhaled deeply and slowly before exhaling through his mouth. You watched him carefully as he breathed, taking in every inch of his profile. The way he almost glowed in the golden evening light, how peaceful he looked...your heart felt warmer than your skin did in the Pabu sun. You looked down at his hand next to you; the one with the tremors that you always held. You reached down and took his hand once again in yours and he immediately grasped your hand back. He didn't break his meditation, but you did see a small smile slowly creep up on his lips as you took his hand and his shoulders seemed to relax even more.

There was a small moment of content silence between you before Crosshair asked, "What did I do to deserve you?" You were a bit surprised at the question and then he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a softness in his gaze that made you melt inside.

"I don't understand," you replied.

"You've showed me more kindness than I feel I've earned. You waste your time with me when you could be doing anything else or be with someone else," he told you.

"I don't see it as a waste of time. I never have," you said back to him, gripping his hand tighter. "You deserve love and care as much as anyone else."

He turned his head away, saying in a low voice, "Who would love someone like me?"

Hearing him ask such a question made you want to cry at how little he thought of himself, especially when you thought the world of him. It was then you decided he needed to know how you truly felt.

You leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, whispering as you pulled away, "I would...and I do."

Crosshair turned to you, his eyes wide with shock at what you were implying yet there was still a gentleness in them that shone even brighter in the sunset.

With a smile, you nodded at him and stated, "I love you, Crosshair. I really do. I love you with all my heart."

Even though he still looked surprised at what he was hearing, his eyes flickered down briefly to your lips before gazing back into your eyes. Then he let go of your hand and reached up to caress your cheek, whispering your name as he did so. He leaned forward and then pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss, eliciting a soft sigh from you as you immediately returned the gesture.

After he pulled away, he rubbed your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply still into your eyes. "And I love you with all of my heart," he told you back, "...a heart that you have helped heal just as much as my hand."

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[bengiyo]

saw ur recent post! can u break down ayan from the eclipse? 😆

Ayan is a difficult character to talk about these days, I fear. I struggle to discuss many of the characters from branded pairs anymore, because it often feels like viewers project their feelings about the pair onto their characters. This is even worse with fandom memory, because FK weren't as big a deal during the initial run of The Eclipse. This came to a head during Our Skyy 2.

How I feel about this character

I have complicated feelings about Ayan. I love that he's a queer character fueled by grief and spite when we meet him. Despite his awareness of social and political issues, his concerns are not really on the social movements organized by the queer people around him. Instead, he's focused on investigating the death of his uncle and getting revenge. I did enjoy that much of his arc involved mirroring some of what his uncle wen through in falling for a deeply closeted mess of a man.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Honestly, just Akk. I could make jokes about how it might have been interesting if he'd gotten involved with Thua or on of the World Remembers Gang, but he didn't hate any of them. He's a mess of a man, and it makes sense that he would hone in on Akk after seeing Akk attempt violence against other queer people. I think their work in Our Skyy 2 made me appreciate how these two could maybe work long term, but damn do they have a ways to go.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

He didn't really have friends, right? Like he ends up befriending Akk's friends, but he didn't really connect with anyone else in a way that felt like bestie potential. You can't say the other prefects because they're Akk's friends. You can't say Thua because he threw them right under the bus for their hypocrisy. You can't say the World Remembers gang because he wasn't with them in the streets.

My unpopular opinion about this character

My unpopular opinion is that Ayan is a bad activist and a keyboard warrior at best. He's quick to prioritize his own relationships and goals over the work of the movement, and I ain't about that man or his cop boyfriend.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I really wish we'd seen Ayan connect properly with the World Remembers gang. He was friendly to them, but he wasn't with them. I'd like to have seen him complete more of the work of the back half. His growth as a political gay felt stunted by some of the behind the scenes issues plaguing this show.

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[chaoortu]

listen i know i yap a lot about nick and neurodiversity in my fics but it's like. every time i reread heartstopper it really jumps out at me and i'll probably reblog this again with more thoughts as i continue my reread but like.

it strikes me as interesting that despite the fact that nick gets called a chav pretty early on by tao, we never actually see nick acting that way on page. i think the show does a good job at showing how nick has sort of chameleoned himself and stuffed his real personality down but the show is a topic for a different post. in the webcomic we see it once when charlie is teasing him about being laddish and nick decides to act that way for a laugh. on one hand, i chalk this up to most of the early webcomic/heartstopper in general being in Charlie's pov. he wouldn't have noticed these things about Nick because they didn't really notice each other until their meet cute, which is realistic. I think it also speaks well to Charlie's character that he takes who Nick is at face value and challenges Tao's opinion of him. but what jumps out at me is that in harry's birthday party we sort of see the first instance of nick's "meaner" side and it's in the context of defending Charlie. Still! The first instance of this really sunshiney character taking quite a big turn!

But notice how the dig isn't personal? These are all observations about Harry that can be deduced in the context of the material before it. That is to say, despite being friends with Harry since he was like 11, Nick keeps it simple. It reminds me a lot of how you correct a dog's behavior in the moment and I can go on for ages about Nick and dogs but again-- that'll be another post. What follows this really intense moment is another really intense moment when he and Charlie are alone and like yeah, they're teenagers, being teenaged is intense enough. But after their kiss, we have this panel and my God is it one of my favs:

I really love how Nick is framed with flowers in this scene because it really feels like it's him blossoming into himself in this moment where it's just him and Charlie. Charlie is shown over and over again to be Nick's safe person in comic and while they are obviously falling in love way before this, I still feel like this is the moment where Nick decides it's safe to love Charlie (I mean duh, they kiss a LOT in this episode), or rather, to hand Charlie his emotions and feel like they won't be fucked with or used against him. And that's huge! Nick wears all his feelings on his sleeves, he's not even slick about it either-- the fact that Christian, Sai, and Otis pick up on the fact that Nick has a thing for Charlie before he does speaks a lot to the fact that Nick doesn't seem very aware of how much of himself he gives away on the regular. Which again, in juxtaposition with the fact that he's perceived as a judgmental rugby lad by Tao (which, grain of salt here. I love Tao a lot but he's also quite judgmental in his own ways so this is a pot and kettle situation), and the fact that his own mother comments on the fact that he's much more himself since befriending Charlie? That's MASSIVE. I dunno. I could be projecting here but as an autistic teenager who did everything in my power to be like my peers and lowkey hated myself for it, I find this incredibly relatable. We see Nick starting to realize that a lot of his friends are dicks several times before he and Charlie kiss for the first time, and that's also relatable. It took me so long and still takes me so long to realize that people I thought were friends are actually quite shit. Again, I could be projecting but it reads very neurodivergent to me that it takes Nick being exposed to someone who is actually kind to him (Charlie) to realize that his friends aren't kind people. Insane tbh! Something else that got me is that we see Nick struggle with the fact that he really likes Charlie and wants to stay with him vs. the responsibility he feels to regroup with his friends. I don't actually think it's responsibility. I read it as Nick putting his mask back on and resuming the expectations he's been bearing since before he met Charlie and it's a visible struggle for him.

Nick, while pretty unaware of the fact that he can be read like a book, is also incredibly aware of the role he plays in his own friend group and the ways in which he has to perform. But he doesn't like it now. His early love for Charlie really puts things in perspective for him that he doesn't have to accept where he's at currently if he's unhappy and we get that moment of regret where we see that he knows he fucked up by leaving Charlie.

It looks like he's disassociating here. That, or his mind is still in that room with Charlie. It's a battle of expectations vs. what Nick wants. And Nick's wants are never Nick's first priority. He's a pathological people pleaser after all. And despite the fact that he just fully made out with another boy despite barely having figured out that he likes guys and the ethics on Charlie kissing him without asking (teenage stuff, I'm not arguing about it rn especially because this doesn't bother Nick in canon. idk why this discourse exists but maybe i was just making out too much as a teenager) The next day, Nick clears the air. Literally runs to Charlie's in the rain so they can talk it out and so he can be understood properly. He's desperate to make things right with him because 1) he's in love and 2) he cares a lot about Charlie's feelings to the point of putting them above his own later in the story. But the way he does it and the way he sort of overexplains his feelings almost constantly really strike me as neurodivergent. Nick goes above and beyond explaining how he feels to make sure nothing can be misconstrued and that really gives me the sense that Nick is... somewhat aware of the fact that people assume how he feels? Granted, this is coming off the heels of everyone saying he was in love with Tara, so maybe he felt the need to explain himself more since some people think one pre-teen kiss = fairytale love. (ignore the fact that Nick's fairytale kiss with the flowers totally equaled fairytale levels of love for him, lol.)

He literally explodes! Charlie is physically taken aback by his words. This happens right after Charlie has his big "I shouldn't have kissed you this was all my fault" etc. explosion. Which! The fact that Charlie explains how he feels down to feeling at fault and sharing that with Nick, who is very much like no.. no nO WAIT. I LIKED IT. (so much that he kisses Charlie to get him to understand that pre-explosion). And again, we sort of see Nick trying to bottle and be a bit more normal about it immediately before when Charlie tells him he's getting mixed-signals. Nick's response was to unmix the signal and then cry about it because THIS. IS. A . LOT.

For a cis-male character who is involved in a very masculine sport, surrounded by masculine people who are not nearly as emotional as he is(on page at least) the fact that Nick goes above and beyond in this moment where he's so vulnerable to ensure Charlie understands him is hugely neurodivergent to me. He's making sure Charlie gets that Nick loves him, he's making sure he gets that he's not mad about the kiss, and he makes sure Charlie knows he feels bad for leaving him behind. His bases are covered! There's no room to make assumptions about how he feels and I imagine for Charlie, a chronic overthinker, the fact that Nick is so blunt about his feelings all the time must be fucking incredible. He can actually take Nick at face value (at least at this point in the story ). But especially after Ben's gaslighting shit? Like fuck! I'd want to jump into a relationship too if the guy I've been crushing on for like two months ran to me house in the rain, kissed me, cleared the air, and then cried in my arms. I love emotional honesty! It's also interesting to me that it seems like his confusion towards his sexuality bothers him a LOT more than his feelings for Charlie do. He likes being in love with Charlie, that much obvious, but it's this conflict within himself that bugs him. And idk, I could be projecting again but I just can't see a neurotypical teenager reacting like that. To me, it really reads as Nick going. "Okay, I like kissing Charlie and being around Charlie. I'm in love, this is good. Check." but then his sexuality is a huge gray area until he does more research on bisexuality and decides that's the label he wants to use and I think the not knowing is what really bothers him. There's a lot of pressure in queer spaces especially nowadays to be labeled and for Nick, a character who buried his personality to be accepted by others, to specifically be upset at being confused about his identity reads as neurodivergent to me. Nick, by all accounts, doesn't seem to really care about his sexuality except for the way it challenges who he believed himself to be up until this point and what that means to the people around him who think he's just some straight laddish dude, you know? Largely, he also seems rather apathetic towards sexuality and gender in general except when he has to confront his sexuality and how other people will perceive him if they knew what his sexuality is-- hence keeping things between him and Charlie a secret despite the fact that he's never ever been shown to be ashamed of the fact that he loves Charlie.

Anyway, this post got way too long. Enjoy one of my favorite OCD/AUDHD moments between Nick and Charlie. THEY LITERALLY KISSED LIKE TEN MINUTES BEFORE THIS MOMENT... INSANE BEHAVIOR... I love them. The sillies.

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If it's okay can I please ask for a yandere sae where he gets his darling pregnant if you're uncomfortable with this or you don't do these types of requests that's okay

My Prized Possession

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️: Toxic relationship, suggestive, yandere Sae. This is my first time(and maybe my last) doing male yandere so I got some help from a friend, she deserves some of the credit,its kinda short, first time doing male yandere!!!!!!.

Female readers.

It was something you promise yourself. You were going to focus on your studies and get yourself settle first. But here you are in the bathroom stall holding a pregnancy test.Your eyes became watery as you look at the two blue lines on the small tool. You can't be pregnant.

"What is he gonna say about this?''. And by he you mean your boyfriend.The one and only Sae itoshi,who wouldnt fall for him. He was in top of his classes, wealthy and had a great career ahead of him in soccer, your parents loved him!.

Probably more then they loved you. You see your parents were never supportive of you overall they thought of you as a failure compared to your brother who was studying to become a lawyer.

But they treated Sae like a son when you brought him home to visit. And told you that you'd better treat him good and that you should be thankful that a guy like him ever look in your direction.

Your friends are envious of your relationship with the sport star from His cool, calm and mature personality to his fame and intelligence.

He had everyone fooled, even you.

Despite the front he puts up Infront of your friends and family, when he's with you.Your relationship with Sae wasn't the same as it was when it started. It's not something people can notice, but he has become more and more possessive and aggressive.

It's started with little things like, he wouldn't allow you out a certain time , he would constantly ask you who you were talking to on the phone, and if it were one of your male friends he'd get angry and demand you stop talking to him. Your parents would side with him on everything and they agreed that Sae should have a say in who you talk to, hang out with and befriend,what you wore. Cutting off all your male friends, you had a curfew as well.

He would come home and he'd aspect you to be waiting for him and that you have already prepared a meal. You'd have to greet him . He'd search your phone to make sure you haven't spoken to anyone he doesn't approve of. If you went out earlier that day, he'd know about what you bought, how much you spent and who you want out with,what you ate.

Everything.

There are other nights were he would come home in devilish mood, usually when he's like this ,allowing him to use you is the best way to avoid any forms of ''conflict".

But it was that night about a month ago, when you shared a moment.

God you were so scared that tight , he came home more devilish then usually. You're not sure what came over him that night,

well he was always possessive and manipulative with you, but tonight was just different .

You hear the front door unlocked and his footsteps.

" Where's my darling?” his voice achos through out the hall.

You could already feel the unsettling feeling coming

"She better not be hiding~".

You bite back the erge to crawl under your blanket and hide,on the king size bed you shared with Sae .

But you know how he gets .So you made you way downstairs.

He was already at the bottom of the stairs waiting for you .

"There you are princess, I thought you were asleep, I was calling you ".

He says .

You bite your lip nervously.

"I was waiting for you to get home like you told me to".

"Mm, and you're wearing the night gown I brought you , it fits? " He ask .

" It's a little small ".

" Hm? I was sure I brought you the right size, but come down here I haven't seen you all day".

'He did this on purpose'.

You came downstairs and you were greeted by a scent of colon when you were pulled into his embrace.

"You look beautiful as always". He commented. Causing you to blush .

"And you smell really nice too". He continues to complement you as he kiss your cheek and made his way down to the crook of your neck where he takes in your secent .

His sudden actions made you frustred."It must be the new body wash and perfume you brought me". You began to stumble over you words when you felt him bite the sensitive part of your neck, giving it a little nibble before he gives the now sore spot a kiss.

"Sae , w-what are you doing?". You let out a breathly gasp when you felt your lovers hand slowly making its way down your back and to your butt , giving it a squeeze .

"I haven't seen you all day, I missed you and I haven't touched you in a while so just relax for me a little bit darling''.

"B-but I didn't take any-".

"It's fine I put some in your food before I left". He says as he picks you up.

Keeping your lips locked together as you wrapped your legs around his torso . Making his way up the stairs and to your shared bedroom.

Per usual he gently places you on the bed,lips never leaving yours....

Tears rush down your face as you remember the events that took place that night.As the pieces were coming together in your head.

Now Sae on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear knowing that his plan had worked. He stood outside the restroom you were in as he patiently waits for you to text him "we needs to talk".

Now you see it was Sae dream to claim you in everyway,shape and form. And he was will to do anything to make sure that happened. Even if it means lying about putting plan B in your food or making you think it was all your fault this happened.

You already said no to him to marriage, claiming that you weren't ready and that you wanted to focus on school, and that marriage would be a lot of money and it's time consuming at the moment.

Even though he would constantly tell you, you don't have to worry about any of that , he'll gladly cover all of it.

He also tried to get you to dropped out of college, but you denied that idea as well. Despite him telling you he'll take good care of you.

Sigh, it seemed like nothing was going his way. He honestly didn't want to go this route, but ,You were being difficult.

So getting you pregnant was the only way to have full control over you. He knew you wouldn't be able to go to school, nor would your parents allow you to get rid of your child. It's not like they wanted you to go to the college you're currently attending anyway.They're practically are obsessed with him.

All his plans were falling in place.

Annnnddddd that's all , I really tried on this and with a little push from a friend I got the motivation to post it. Plz remember it's my first time writing male yandere and I hope this reaches ur expectations.

Request are open and if you dont see ur request on my "What's in my ask box" it's probably cause I didn't get to it yet or you didn't read my rules.

Soo that's all , comments, constructive criticism, reblogs are all appreciated .

But that's all , byeeeeee.