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[cjhern1109]

Day 3: “Shopping”

Hosted by @fransweek ❤️☺️💀💙

The only other being who can complete with a determined human is a confident little skelly whose is so love to said determined human 😭💜

Also based this off a TikTok audio 🤭

[fraugwinska]

A gift for the wonderful @minkdelovely - I know you like fluff, I hope it's okay if there's a little (okay, a heaping scoop of) angst in the beginning. I recommend listening to Heavenly by Cigarettes after Sex, which was the inspiration and companion song for this! <3 Love you all!

TW: Thoughts of suicide, Dark themes - Minors DNI - 3.1k words

Lucifer stood on the edge of the roof, the sun was just setting over the horizon, tinting Pentagram city, his capitol, in all shades of red, purple and midnight blue. In between, neon signs, trash fires and gunshots sparkled throughout the streets, spreading an aura of chaos and corruption that had followed Lucifer ever since he fell.

Every night since he moved into the hotel, nearer to Charlie, nearer to the heart of the city, he came up here, staring down and thinking, sometimes for hours. The palace had been comfortably far away from it all, isolated. But here he was confronted by what he caused, every minute of every day, and it felt like falling over and over again to see it from so up close.

Every human's suffering, the result of his good intentions, the consequence of him taking that fatal step, was looking back at him now with its ugly face, as the king of sinners. Every vile and despicable creature the living world spat out was now under his dominion, and it felt harder and harder not to hate them and himself for what his big dreams and wishes for the people on earth had led to. His eyes wandered from building to building, looking but not seeing. The air was heavy with the smell of sulfur, smoke and sweat. A distant bang rang out. Lucifer swallowed, trying not to think of what it would mean if he would let his instincts take control and just take a step forward. It was futile.

"Up here again, your highness?"

Lucifer closed his eyes. The voice behind him was laced with humming static, its tone subtly condescending, something that was always present when Alastor spoke to him, even after Charlie forced a truce between them and made them both promise to be at least civil with each other.

It was funny, this... thing he had with Alastor. A Push and Pull. Tide and Rise. Burning and Freezing. Their every conversation had been a balancing act, a war for superiority disguised as banter. Still was, in a way. Both men not backing down, driving the other to their limits - in patience, in civility. To say that he liked the deer demon was... debatable. Or it would be, if their sparring wasn't so infuriatingly... freeing. After all the years of emotional numbness after Lillith had left, a numbness even Charlie wasn't able to really penetrate, Alastor managed to do just that. Ignite a fire in him - at first, only anger. But still, a feeling. One so strong it made Lucifer feel really alive again, in a way he had almost forgotten.

He didn't acknowledge the radio demon, keeping his eyes on the city, as the last light of the sun vanished beyond the skyline.

Silently, he listened to the deer's shoes, the hollow sounds of his footsteps against the roof tile, walking towards him. They stopped.

"One might assume you came up here to brood and look gloomy like a child who got scolded.", the deer said, casually, "That sure makes for a dreary and boring image."

Lucifer, still not looking back, turned his head to the left, then to the right. Shrugged his shoulders.

"Hm. Seems like nobody asked for your opinion."

Lucifer listened, as Alastor took another few steps. He was standing right next to him, arms crossed behind his back, looking straight ahead into the dark night. A smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, not fully amused, was playing around the edge of his mouth. The devil furrowed his brows, but refrained from looking directly into Alastor's eyes.

"So..." the radio demon started, "Aren't you gonna tell me what keeps you here every night, toiling away your mind? Or are you just enjoying to watch your humble subjects revel in their sins?"

"The fact that you know I'm up here every night makes you nothing less than a stalker, you know?" Lucifer said tonelessly, without real energy to bite back at the sinner next to him.

"I'm just doing my job as host, my liege. Keeping a close eyes on the inhabitants of the hotel and making sure they are taken care of." Alastor answered, badly hiding the mockery behind his words.

"Your concern is noted.", Lucifer sighed, sarcasm thick in the air between them, "But even if I'd wanted to talk to anyone, and believe me, I don't, you wouldn't even make the top ten on the list. So please, just... leave."

"How harsh." Alastor turned to look at him, the colors of hell's dusk reflecting in his scarlet eyes, "Granted, when you usually seek me out at night the last thing on your mind is talking."

For the first time in this conversation, Lucifer's well-kept facade crumbles. A mix of guilt and shame flashed across his pale features, and in a quick motion, his tail flicked side-to side. He remained silent.

The mention of his repeated... misdeeds with the radio demon hung in the air, almost tangibly so, the implications of it raising goosebumps on Lucifer's skin. What should've been a one-time mistake, fueled by too much alcohol and a much needed release of the ever-growing tension with the deer demon had become a common occurrence, a bad habit, furiously hidden and kept secret. As if they both needed more reason to hate and mock each other, their primal needs got in the way. The fact that he could barely stand Alastor's attitude on any given day and his unruly need to make every move he did seem condescending made things that much worse when he found himself knocking at his door in the evenings, knowing all to well the answer he would give, once the deer asked if he was here to fuck or to fight. It had been a painful and bitter pill to swallow that it wasn't, in fact, the latter, but instead they always ended up on Alastor's bed, with his ass in the air and the radio demon pounding him into the mattress until Lucifer finally found some silence and stillness, his persistent, dark thoughts stopping for the length of a few blissful seconds.

"What do you want, Alastor?", Lucifer muttered, breaking the tense silence, looking into Alastor's eyes now. He sounded tired, but he knew how persistent the overlord could be, too, and Alastor's constant stare and unmoving presence did not leave space for ignorance.

"I already stated what I want. And I really do hate to repeat myself, but I suppose for the king, I can make an exception." Alastor stated quietly, adjusting his monocle. "I'd like an answer to my question: Why do you keep coming up here?"

Lucifer furrowed his brows, before releasing a snorting laugh, lacking humor, "As if you'd really care. You just want some ammunition for another jab at me, deer."

"You dodging the question twice does not equal an answer, your majesty." Alastor retorted, closing his eyes with a strained smile, "And even though you're technically a politician, I was under the assumption that their inherent beating-around-the-bush tactics are below you. And I'd hate to be wrong about that."

Lucifer put the hands on his back to keep his tail from moving. Damn that stupid, stupid deer. He wanted to avoid this very conversation, or better said, this confrontation, by all means. He didn't want to say out loud what he could barely contain inside. So far, it seemed to work fine to keep his suffering and his weakness behind a thin veil of pretending that no, everything's fine, everything's under control, he isn't gravely depressed to a point where he...

"Look at me." Alastor spoke again, firm, commanding. Almost kind.

Lucifer sucked a sharp breath through his teeth as the deer walked a few paces in front of him, tilting his head slightly, putting his hand onto Lucifer's chin and forcing him to look into his eyes, pupils shining bright red against his glowing irises, "Tell me what I could already see written all over your face."

Suddenly, everything started rushing inside his mind, and his heart raced, every memory he repressed and avoided to this moment flooding to the surface, swallowing him whole. Everything was too much, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't escape, frozen in place... He almost missed the second sentence, a lot softer this time: "... Tell me what I already know."

Before he even realized what he was doing, Lucifer had put his head into Alastor's chest, tears blurring his vision and throat burning with a suppressed cry. Beneath them, the streets erupted into madness. There were gunshots and crashes and people fighting all around them. Nothing was alright. Nothing had been right since that fatal day when he had fallen, and never could again be. His whole life had been one big, spiraling tragedy, a sad and hopeless endeavor to achieve something that was never meant to be archived, everything he dreamed about since he was created so close and yet out of his reach.

For a terrifying moment, he thought Alastor would pull back, take his face out of his shirt, a condescending laugh and some ridiculing remark waiting for him afterwards. The grip around his shoulders said something else, as the deer demon put his arms around him, keeping him close to his chest in a such an unexpected comforting manner that somehow hurt in its unfamiliarity. It's been so long since he last found comfort and consolation, from someone...

"I'm sick of this." he whispered hoarsely into the red, much too soft fabric, unable to look back into the others piercing gaze.

"Hmm?"

Lucifer breathed in and out, his breaths sounding ragged and unsteady, trying to get back some sort of self control.

"I'm sick of all of this. I can't stand all those sinners in there, using the excuse of hell's inevitable corruption as an invitation to live their most horrible dreams, celebrating it as... success. Doing horrible, monstrous things with no fear of consequences."

His knees gave in, and he would've toppled down to the ground - but two long, slender arms held him upright, pressing his body firmly against their owner, feeling the hard, strong form of Alastor's slim figure. The heat coming from the deer demon's body felt soothing on his cheeks and the faint hum of his inherent static energy calming in his ears, drowning out the violent noises of the pentagram.

"Even with one successful redemption, the majority of them won't be leaving anyway. They won't line up in front of the hotel like Charlie believes, and I can't tell her, can't... disappoint her like that. She's so convinced, so determined, her heart's in the right place but..." Lucifer exhaled loudly, shaking, trying and failing to formulate his next words.

"... But her ideals and the reality are as different as... as hell and heaven. Fuck, I should know. I've tried before, and look what came out of it. Look what my big dreams and magnificent ideals for humans created. My big fucking legacy!" Lucifer laughed out, voice breaking, finally lifting his head from Alastor's chest to turn and face him, the movements frantic and restless, "How can I tell anyone that every day feels like torture? That every single minute in this place reminds me of my failure? Because I can never escape my fucking failures! It's everywhere! And I come up here, and look at it, and I just want to... just want to..."

He couldn't say it. He simply couldn't form the word, because if he did, if it was out in the open... what would hold him together then? His hands cramped around Alastor's forearms, teeth grinding to the point where it hurt as he struggled to breathe. But then there was a hand in his hair, long fingers softly combing through his blonde, almost golden locks, nails faintly scraping over his scalp, ending on the nape of his neck. The sensation made him draw in a breath, air filling his aching lungs. He exhaled with a shudder, sinking his head in shame.

"...Just want to... to die, Alastor. I just want to die."

It was out. He had finally said it, the confession, the admission he had withhold from them all. And now the weight of it crushed down on him. Hung over him like the sword of Damocles.

"I know. I've known it for a while." Alastor murmured, the hand in his hair still moving, "I've watched you these last few weeks. Your... condition is rather obvious to someone who pays attention."

Lucifer closed his eyes again, tired. He was so, so tired. "Let me have it, then."

The hand stilled in his hair, crackled white noise popping around him "Have what?"

"The ridicule. The mockery, the scorn... all of it. I know you think I'm pathetic, I can't wait to hear about you gloating how right you..."

"Not tonight." Alastor interrupted him, tone so calm and serious, Lucifer had to look up to him, finally meeting his eyes in search for maliciousness, for calculation. He didn't find any, just a smile that seemed so much sadder than he thought. "We can resume to our inimical antagonism tomorrow, Lucifer. But not tonight. For tonight, let me be the one you find comfort in."

Alastor's words were so... unlike him, so gentle and careful, the complete opposite of what he was used to from him. Lucifer didn't know how to feel about that. But when the deer put his forehead against his own, a hand gently caressing his back, Lucifer couldn't bring himself to move away, couldn't find the strength to refuse what was offered so temptingly - ignoring the irony of it all - so he let himself lean into the touch, let Alastor guide him onto his mouth into a kiss.

In all those times they've never kissed before. There had been no room nor reason for him for something as sentimental as kisses. Lucifer just sneaks to Alastor's door, gets fucked until he can barely walk anymore, and leaves unseen before anything other than a shameful look and a nod can be exchanged. The feeling of his mouth, so rough and warm against his, lips sliding inexperiencedly against his own, was almost as confusing as it was overwhelming.

Alastor pulled him back, separating them both, and Lucifer's lips, now moist and burning, were already missing the touch. The radio demon tilted his head at him with hooded eyes, before he turned to look over the darkening city again.

"Eternity is a long time to be spent with punishing yourself for mistakes you might've made." he said, quietly, his hair slowly swaying in a sudden, warm breeze of hell's night air. "What's done is done. Regrets cannot change the course history has already written. But your daughter is adamant of taking the quill and writing a better future, and wouldn't all this time on your hands not be better spent aiding her hand as she does?”

The silence between them hung heavy and thick as Lucifer waited to answer, collecting his words, voice raw.

"As if I can make a difference. I'm no better as a dad than I am as a king."

A strange, foreign expression formed on Alastor's sharp features, looking pensive, almost vulnerable in an uncharacteristic way. It disappeared as fast as it came, however, leaving his grin to shine bright in the shadows of hell's dusk.

"Then become one. Use the time she is willing to offer to earn it. Charlie hasn't given up on you, not as her father nor as a ruler. Shouldn't you reciprocate the sentiment?" he asked, his expression as inquisitive as it was reassuring.

Lucifer stared at him with wide eyes. Alastor wasn't wrong. Charlie hadn't given up on him, or anything in general. Her resolve was unbreakable, and it seemed to be exactly what this place needed. A dreamer, fiercely defending her ideas, fighting to better what was broken. And if he stood behind her, she, unlike him all those centuries ago, wouldn't fight alone. She would have his help, along with Maggie's, and the other ones whose names always slipped his mind, but... maybe with Charlie... maybe there was a way, maybe it wasn't all hopeless...

A small flame of hope ignited inside his chest, flickering and faint but warming his being. All this time he spent trapped inside his memories, too caught up in the past he forgot the future was right there, already blooming under Charlie's hand. And he was present to not only see it, but to be part of it, if he would let go of what was already long lost, and learning to see the light of what was not yet burnt down to ashes.

"Yeah." he croaked, wiping away the remnants of his dried tears from his cheeks, a tiny grin on his lips as he leaned his head back onto Alastor's warm, firm chest, glancing over the nights sky, heaven glowing in burning white in the far distance. "Yeah. Maybe you're right. What are the odds?"

"You'd be surprised. I tend to be right about most things, actually."

Lucifer watched Alastor from the corners of his eyes, letting his gaze wander over his sharp features and never-faltering grin that was now drawn into a softer, closed-lipped smile.

He was an enigma, that one. He was arrogant, pretentious, manipulative, grating on Lucifer's ego and composure with a vehemence that bordered to purposeful. But he also had an astounding willpower, an unbelievable capability to change the destinies of those around him - one way or another. He had no qualms about running his mouth to him to the point where Lucifer had to keep his angelic form to overtake him and blow him into oblivion, when hours later he also had no ne to bend him over his bed and wordlessly fill him to the brim with his cum. And this side, this... softer side, where he, against all logic, didn't take the chance to tear him down when he found Lucifer in a weak moment, but built him up, showing a tenderness he didn't deem possible... it made his chest hurt in a way it didn't for many, many years – a sweet, aching pain he could come to crave.

"It's getting quite late." Alastor said, breaking him out of his train of thought, his hands now resting on his lower back, "You should retreat to your quarters now."

Lucifer grabbed the hands that were about to let go of him, already on their way to withdraw, and put them back where they rested before, pressing himself even more into the deer demons lithe body. "If you'll come with me."

Alastor rose a brow, his expression slightly hardening, "So we're done talking now, your highness?"

He didn't miss the implication, along with the underlying tone of Alastor's words, already trying to distance itself, loosing the warmth it had just minutes ago. But he just smiled at him, meeting the dimming eyes of the overlord with his own, newly ignited ones, his tail gently wrapping itself around one of Alastor's legs. Whatever this has been, he wanted to preserve it, just a little longer. And, if he could, if he would let him, return his tenderness, if only this once before they returned to the Status Quo.

"No Alastor. Not tonight."

[mothybean]

Average

Jinx x Fem!Reader

a/n: A buddy of mine recommended me to post my fics here sooo...

This is a MA story!

Explicit Sexual Themes

Minors DNI

Both characters are 18 years old.

(Y/N is depicted as 5"1 with mid length hair.)

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Chapter 1. Ordinary

There’s nothing worse than being average. Being average never won anyone an award. It never allowed one to be picked first for sports to join their team. Most of all, being average almost always drove my thoughts to make me feel as if I wasn’t important; as if I didn't deserve to exist with the rest of the society. Not quite a nobody, but not quite somebody: a depressing limbo.

Average. 

The way the word rolled off my tongue made me want to rip it out, tainting my mouth with such a despicable word. I’ve been average pretty much all of my life. I would rather be super nerdy if that allowed attention from someone other than my small knit group of friends. I yearned to be something other than what most would consider an NPC. It was a curse. 

I huffed silently as I let the negative thoughts thunder inside my head, each pessimistic worry bouncing back and forth against my skull like a rabid squirrel trying to escape animal control. I slumped in my chair, my arms dangling off the sides with my cheek squished against my notes staring off into a bookshelf across from me. I really should be studying, but I just couldn’t bring myself to pick my head up. I was too busy drowning in my dismal self-reflection.  As I stared at a random thick leather book spine, another intrusive thought appeared. Did studying in the school’s library during my free period make me even more average? Should I study underneath a busy overpass? Or maybe in the middle of the street?

“You look lively.” I heard a familial voice say behind me. 

Still too upset to move, I lazily lifted my arm to give them a half-assed wave before letting my arm go limp again. I heard Calista snort before she stood in front of me, blocking my intense staring contest between the leather book and me. She placed her hands on her hips, giving me her infamous look of disbelief.

“Goin’ through it again, huh?” Her displeased look softened into one of empathy, taking the seat in front of her.

I nodded softly, my cheek slightly sliding the paper beneath it. “Oh, Y/n. There, there.” She sighed, giving my head a couple of pats. “Is it the usual Y/n thought special a la carte?” She chuckled, leaning on the table with their head supported by her hands.

“Yeah…” I trailed off, flashing her a pair of somber eyes. “When is it not?”

She dropped her pastel pink satchel onto the table, the thud resonating between the table and my head. Calista started to dig through her bag, various sounds emitting from it as she blindly searched for something. A few more seconds of noisy clutter clashing around echoed before she exclaimed, “Aha!” She triumphantly pulled out the item, hiding it within her closed fist and extended it out towards me.  “Give me your hand.” Calista demanded.

I pinched my brows together with curiosity as I held my palm under her fist. She opened her hand and a small blue wrapped candy fell into my palm. A Blue Raspberry Warhead. I should have known. Were they my favorite? Yes. Did she only ever give them to me when I was being “sour”? Also yes. I felt a smile tug at my lips as I unwrapped the citric acid coated shell, my mouth already salivating from thinking about it. I finally separated my cheek from the table, sitting up straight in my chair as I popped the vibrant blue candy in my mouth.

“Better?” She beamed, closing her bag before dropping it at her feet.

I rolled my eyes, trying to regulate the amount of saliva I was producing and nodded slightly. She knew me better than anyone else. I was grateful for her.

“Yeah. Thank you.” I replied, moving the candy to my opposite cheek.

She watched as I enjoyed my little sour delight, her face visibly concerned before giving a forced shutter.

“I don’t know how you can just eat those with a straight face. Any normal person would be puckering until their whole face was sucked in.” She stuck her tongue out and let out a low, guttural sound of disgust.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment, sticking out my blue stained tongue at her. I guess I wasn’t completely “normal” after all. Even if it was over something trivial as being sour resistant. I’ll take it.

“Our free period is almost over. Wanna walk to class with me?” She asked, glancing at her matching pink smart watch while simultaneously reaching for her bag.

“Mhm.” I mumbled, gathering my loose notes sprawled in front of me. 

As I gathered my belongings, the raucous laughter of a group of girls reverberated through the library, their footsteps echoing loudly as they made their way towards the exit. Not wanting to look like a weirdo, I discreetly stole glances at them, envying their perfect hair and bodies swaying with each step. They were the epitome of popularity in our school, often referred to as the It Girls given by yours truly. I felt jealousy surge through my veins. They looked like fucking models while I’m over here looking like Plain Jane’s sister, Basic Betty.

There was one girl in particular out of the bunch that stood out to me, Jinx. Not only was her name super edgy, but she was the most gorgeous girl to me. Her strikingly long blue hair was typically meticulously woven into two flawless braids, cascading gracefully down to her ankles. Her complexion? Flawless. Her outfits were always so trendy, constantly wearing a mixture of alternative, yet stylish comfy clothes. And, probably one of my favorite attributes about her, she had a sleeve of baby blue cloud tattoos going down her right arm that were almost always visible. That girl was just effortlessly oozing perfection. She was so lucky. 

“Ready?” I asked Calista, tearing my eyes away from the girls, hoisting a single backpack strap on my shoulder. She replied with a smile and started towards the exit.

As I tailed a few steps behind her, my mind once again started to plummet into a tumultuous sea of self-deprecating thoughts, each wave crashing against the shores of my consciousness with a relentless force, dragging me deeper into the abyss of despair. God, I wanted to be her.

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₊˚.༄ sweetness for the void ₊˚.༄

“Sweetness that can burn the tongue, that’s what Mhin hungered for.”

pairing: kuras/mhin

fandom: touchstarved

a/n: a lil’ story that I wrote for someone for the Secret Cupid gift exchange :) I hope y’all enjoy!!!!!

Sweetness that can burn the tongue, that’s what Mhin hungered for.

In the bitter nights, as the blood of a wretched Soulless stained their clothes and hands and face, Mhin’s stomach would feel a strange pang, their stiletto knife heavy in their grasp. Mhin would scan the despicable body for any signs of life - for the mere flutter of an eyelid, for the tick of a pulse under vile, translucent flesh, for the weak, grating rasp of something unworthy trying to cling to life, trying to survive - before delivering the killing blow, their blade sinking into the beast’s jugular with little effort.

Sometimes, Mhin would slit a Soulless’ throat knowing it was already dead, not for any reason beyond the grim satisfaction of the further destruction of something they deeply detested. It was their work; it was their responsibility. But on nights like those, that queer pang would throb in the core of them, like a second, sicker heartbeat, much more prominent than the many pulses before it.

As the vermin’s blood began to pool at the toes of their boots, their pallid, somber face shining back at them in the gore, Mhin finally realized the size of the void expanding inside them; this void was a galaxy, a phenomenon, a dark whirlpool that devoured the light and the stars and the moon in search of the one thing it desperately carved.

Sweetness that can soothe the ache; that’s what Mhin wanted but would never admit.

But Kuras knew. Kuras always knew what was wrong, even when something ails the soul and not the body.

Mhin tried not to make eye contact with the doctor; they didn’t want the hopeful, almost demure gleam of Kuras’s eyes to be imprinted in their mind, nor did they want his eyes to catch the vibrant flushing of their cheeks.

So, Mhin had no choice but to stare at Kuras’s present for them, being slid in their direction like a peace offering on a plate: a slice of a spongy light brown and white cake crowned with red and blue berries, smelling of warmth and loveliness.

“It’s a gift,” Kuras murmurs, a gentle smile playing on his lips that made Mhin’s stomach lurch pleasantly, though they refused to understand why. “A cake. Angel food cake, to be exact.”

Kuras’s eyes sang with a certain whimsy then, as if he and the universe were in on a miraculously clever inside joke that Mhin wasn’t privy to.

When Mhin didn’t say anything for quite some time, Kuras’s brows immediately furrowed with apologetic empathy. “I did not make the cake myself if that is your concern.” Kuras smiled again, but there was a melancholic glow to it now. “My attempts at baking have been…less than satisfactory, I’m disappointed to admit. I thought it was in your best interest to purchase a cake instead.” Kuras’s eyes shifted away, as if ashamed, and Mhin’s heart sank. “I apologize that it is not to your liking.”

Mhin quickly picked up a fork. “That’s not it,” they bite out and instantly grimace, their voice sounding much harsher than they intended. Kuras looked at them, patient as ever, and Mhin silently cursed the way his golden eyes sparkled so earnestly, how the honeyed brightness of them stoked the dwindling flame within Mhin’s blackening spirit.

“It’s just…,” Mhin searched for the right words, their mind working faster than their mouth, much to their agitation. “Why? Why would you buy me a cake?”

This time, Kuras is silent for a moment. His ever-watchful eyes observed Mhin’s face for a heartbeat, two heartbeats, now three. Mhin felt like a moth, forcefully pinned yet anxiously fluttering, under Kuras’s arresting gaze. What do you see? What will you find? What do you want?

“I am concerned for you.” Kuras finally spoke, his eyes soft and beautiful like a sunrise, and Mhin swallowed, a strange warmth glowing inside their chest. “I believe you deserve something sweet, for all the troubles you have endured in Eridia.” Sweetness that can fill the void.

Sweetness cannot thrive in this festering city, in this decaying world; sweetness was to be drained from the root before it even had a chance to bloom from the cracked concrete. Mhin knew this all too well, tendrils of resentment snaking around their heart. Yes, they knew how cruel the world can be. But Kuras was different; Kuras was the sole white pearl entrapped in a sea of black tar. He has mended their wounds, protected them as they chased the fitful phantoms of sleep, stood beside them in the dirt and grim and racket of the Wet Wick, a comforting hand on their shoulder. Kuras would not harm them. Kuras would not harm them. He would not.

And so, even with the familiar venomous whisper in the back of their mind hissing, what if you’re not safe here? What if he’s not safe?, Mhin speared the slice of cake as if it were a floundering Soulless and stuffed the bits of the desert in their mouth and swallowed and -

Fluff. The taste of soft fluff, as if made from a sweet spring cloud woven by Kuras’s healing hands and sugared with notes of vanilla and nutmeg, coated Mhin’s tongue. All those nights when they would go to bed in the cold, alone and covered in blood, high from the adrenaline of a Soulless kill, with their stomach and soul empty; the many torturous days scouring Eridia for a cure for their curse, feeling lesser than an ant hunting for food on the sordid ground; the aching pit inside of them, ravenous and hollow and always demanding more more more, never content, never satisfied; it all faded away to nothing, to nothing more than gossamer webs spinning in the wind.

None of the pain mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except for the present, the moment where Mhin exists now, where they stuff their gullet full of sweet angel food cake and Kuras just drank it all in.

Mhin didn’t notice it then, but Kuras was subtly mirroring their movements, mimicking the flexing of their fingers around their fork, the rise and fall of their hand from the plate to their mouth, the savoring of a delicacy filled with both sugar and spice, loaded with fluff and joy.

With the sweetness still heavy on his tongue, Kuras watched Mhin eat the angel food cake across from him. For the first time in his long-suffering eons spent alive, Kuras felt true, aching hunger.

[melonteee]

I enjoyed OPLA and really did like some of the changes they made but now that it's marinated in my brain a bit. It's hard out here being a Sanji enjoyer fr

I feel like it didn't really show his sensitivity and vulnerability. You said something about Baratie arc feeling like a checklist and GOD yeah it really felt like that :'D I always forget the Mihawk fight happened there honestly and am disappointed that parts of the episodes were dedicated to tension between Nami, Luffy and Zoro about the duel rather than... you know... blorbo from my shows

He really did feel like a side character to his own story cause some of the most memorable things about him were completely missed or skimmed over. I h8 that he just talks about the All Blue and it's not that goofy smile from the animanga. Also that he doesn't watch the fight or have this moment of "wait, my dream is worth fighting for". It's kinda said to our face that "he doesn't leave cause he owes Zeff" but I don't feel it the same way I do in the animanga. I have so many weird feelings cause I love some aspects to OPLA. But as a Sanji fan, I'm sad that he's kinda barely in it? And that what they left in were just surface level observations about him: "he's a chef who fights and flirts" um, where's that self-loathing and self-destructive kindness huh??

At least he calls Zoro mosshead once though and I got the joy of replaying that scene in different languages and now know what "mosshead" is in a plethora of languages.

...also have you seen the YOUTOOZ figures for OPLA cause I'm haunted

I just...everyone was stripped of character but Sanji and Usopp were especially so ruined I really do not understand it. Like I'm sorry, using Sanji's pain and trauma as a lesson for Luffy IS a despicable way to frame it, even worse with Luffy not even ACKNOWLEDGING IT??

One's pain in One Piece does not exist to teach any other characters a lesson, Sanji starving on a rock for 2 months does not exist so he can just tell Luffy how hard it is to be a captain. Which doesn't even make SENSE because Zeff wasn't even SANJI'S CAPTAIN AT THE DAMN TIME. NOR HAS HE EVER BEEN?

I feel crazy because everyone seems very lukewarm on it, and maybe I am just insanely attached to Sanji and feel greatly touched by his story, but is using a character's original written trauma as a plot device for ANOTHER character not insulting? Is there ANY respect for Sanji's 2 months of hell there? There's a damn good reason Sanji's story existed to be his OWN and not a motivational speech for LUFFY??

Imagine if Zoro was like "My best friend died, changing the course of my life and putting me through a grief so heavy I now carry her dream with me. Sometimes death of a loved one is an inevitable factor" and Luffy's like "L+ratio+I would kill MY best friend for Sanji" LIKE...WHA....

This is pure insanity I feel like I'm being shot left and right with everything I hear, like I'm glad people are enjoying bits and pieces, truly, but the flaws and disrespect of original character are just so apparent they're doing my head in - especially with how tons of people are choosing to just ignore it.

They tried to give Luffy this weird Water 7 moment, where he had to learn how to be a captain, but this script failed to consider Luffy had to learn that HIMSELF of his OWN circumstances and decisions with Usopp. Yes he was helped by Zoro in Water 7, but Zoro didn't suddenly just trauma dump about how awful a past he had for Luffy to go "Cool. ANYWAYS!" LIKE I JUST...REALLY? Am I crazy or overly biased or what because god damn I'm just jaw dropped at all of this fhgkd

The Baratie is meant to be Luffy witnessing SANJI'S character, and learning of SANJI'S personality and morals - with Sanji then being inspired from Luffy. Where was that? Where was any of that? Why was Sanji's kindness, stubbornness and self-sacrifice side-lined for a character we've been with LONGER at that point to get a bigger spotlight? It's so weird I don't GET IIIIT DFGHJKD

HOWEVER, yes I have seen the merchandise and it scared me KHDFGJKD sorry for that I...truly had a lot of thoughts hhh

[trishfullertonwriting75]

Sneak Peek of "REPENT"...

Hi folks 😊 Thought you might like a little taste of my latest novel, "Repent". originally a Thranduil fanfic, I loved writing this book, uncovering many different layers to both him and my female character, Alisha. Enjoy!

(Link to the book in the comments x )

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The quilt did a good job of shielding the figure underneath, with hardly even a slight rise to indicate that someone was actually occupying the space. The room held a comfortable level of warmth without being too cool or overly hot. Heavy curtains over the massive windows kept the dazzling sunlight at bay.

His gaze moved towards the pillows, focusing on the head that turned towards him.

“I didn’t think that you would come here,” the coarse voice said.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” he replied.

One eyebrow lifted briefly. “And to think I thought that you didn’t care.”

“I don’t,” he said. “I only came to make sure you actually die.”

The woman gasped, unable to keep the horror from her face.

Ted lifted a feeble hand and waved dismissively. “Don’t worry Alisha; I’d be more concerned about his health than mine if he’d said anything different,” he rasped. “We go back a long way.”

“That’s no excuse!” she cried, appalled. “I don’t know who you-“

“This has nothing to do with you,” the blond stranger interrupted sharply. “I have no interest in what you or your relationship with him is. I don’t care about you, or your feelings, or what you think. Do not judge me. You don’t have that right.”

Her head shook as anger flowed through her. “How dare you come into the home of a dying man, and say such awful things?!”

He took a step towards her, a smirk on his face and a cold cruelness in his blue eyes. “I have waited for years for this day,” he hissed. “And nothing shall keep me from relishing every single moment of it. Not even a desperate gold-digger.”

Her eyes widened in shock.

“Alisha, go and make our guest a cup of coffee,” Ted spoke up, his breathing laboured. “And pay no attention to his anger or his ranting.”

She glared up at the ridiculously tall blond who loomed over her, refusing to be intimidated by his height. He smiled a cold smile down at her.

“Yes, run along and be a good girl,” he said mockingly.

“Get your own damned coffee,” she retorted.

“Alisha.”

The single word stopped her in her tracks as she opened her mouth to spew obscenities to the unwelcome guest, and she lowered her head instead.

“Coffee, please,” Ted repeated.

She hesitated, reluctant to leave the room.

“I’ll be fine,” he wheezed. “Don’t worry. He hasn’t come to finish me off. He wouldn’t want to get his hands dirty.”

She threw a hateful glance towards the intrusive visitor, who returned it with just as much venom, but stayed silent.

“Do you need anything, Ted?” she asked, her tone softer as she touched his cheek gently.

Lee shook his head in disgust, but kept his thoughts to himself.

The old man shook his head to say no, and she stepped past the intruder to leave the room. Both occupants waited until the door had closed before eyeing each other.

“I’m surprised that you came,” Ted said. “Who told you?”

“Your attorney,” Lee replied. “Apparently you’ve made me the sole benefactor of your estate.”

“Yes,” he rasped. “There is no-one else to leave it to.”

The blond stepped closer to the bed, leaning down so that his hair swept over the quilt. “You know I’m going to burn this house to the ground,” he whispered, his mouth close to his ear. “And everything in it.”

Faded eyes met his in a flash of anger. “That’s your choice, you despicable bastard,” he grunted. “Just remember there’s someone else who lives here.”

“Then maybe you should leave it to your little slut,” he spat. “Don’t expect miracles from me, old man. I intend to take every pleasure out of watching you struggle for your last breath. I hope you burn in the depths of hell.”

“I thought that maybe time would have mellowed you,” Ted said, leaning his head back onto the pillow. “It appears it’s only made you worse.”

“Did you seriously expect anything else?” Lee asked rhetorically. “Honestly? Because if you did, you’re in for a sore landing when you eventually crash into reality as you leave this world. You disgust me.”

“And yet you still made a two hour drive to be here,” he murmured as his eyes closed.

“Yes. I won’t rest until I know your soul has finally left to begin its journey into hell,” he replied. He stood back to his full height, staring down at the pitiful and frail figure with hatred in his eyes.

That same hatred stopped Alisha in her tracks as she came back into the room, coming to a halt halfway over the threshold. Her wide eyes darted to Ted in alarm.

Lee smirked. “I haven’t killed him,” he drawled. “Although the thought has crossed my mind.” Cold eyes bored into hers as she looked up at him. “But it would be too quick. I want him to suffer. I want him to fight for every last god-forsaken breath. I want him to know that all he faces is complete silence and darkness until time runs out. Ending his miserable existence quickly would deny him that.”

She took a step back, shaking her head in disbelief. “You have no soul,” she whispered. “No heart.”

One shoulder lifted in a half-hearted shrug. “Like I care what you think.”

“Everything’s set up in the kitchen downstairs if you want to make yourself a coffee,” she said, a hard streak infusing into her voice. “I’m not here to be your slave; you can make it yourself.” She walked past him to the bed.

“I think I’ll decline the hospitality,” he replied casually. “I wouldn’t put it past the old bastard to have you poison the coffee. I can live without it.”

Her head snapped up as she glared at him, her jaw clenched tightly in anger. But she held her tongue, and turned her attention back to Ted.

Lee dragged a chair away from the wall and threw himself down into it, crossing one long leg over the other.

Alisha ignored him.

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[ddagent]

"Heir"

Aziraphale/Crowley | Royalty AU | FR12 | 1,954 words     Future King Aziraphale meets Shadow PM, an anti-monarchist, at his brother Gabriel's funeral. So, this idea came to me after watching 'Red, White, and Royal Blue' after wondering how I could Ineffable it. I hope you enjoy!

“Today, the nation mourns King Gabriel I. A man who some might call visionary. Others,” Anthony Crowley, Shadow PM, paused as he addressed the news reporter and the television camera. “Would call him a leech. A drain on taxpayer revenue. This funeral will cost the taxpayer over one hundred and sixty-two million pounds. It is despicable, outrageous and, quite frankly, a slap in the face to every single person who pays tax in Great Britain.”

On the television screen, the news reporter tried to steer Anthony Crowley in a more…mournful direction. Behind him, a group of mourners who had lined up to pay their respects to King Gabriel began to boo. One enterprising young gentleman threw a sausage roll. Crowley merely responded by flipping the man the finger. He had not risen to the top of his political party by being nice or kind or respectful to authority. But it was these very reasons why Crowley’s party would no doubt win at the next general election, beating out Michael Archer as Prime Minister.

Tracy went to turn him off. Aziraphale – once Prince, Duke of Oxfordshire, now King, raised a hand. “No. Don’t.”

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[writertothemaximum]

An Itoshi Rin Character Analysis and why to me, he is very Dom—

There are two things I think that are central to Rin’s character, and those are:

His relationship with control

His terrible inferiority complex

Honestly, they’re kind of the same problem but. For Rin, he’s been put into a situation where the expectations of him are immense, yet he is guaranteed to be the “lesser” one when compared to his brother, which leads to this looping of his self-confidence tanking, as he’s constantly unable to keep up with those expectations.

(more + spoilers under cut) ⬇

Which is ironic, because he’s Blue Lock’s captain for the U20 match and ranked #1 and he still feels inferior lmao. Think of it like being a “gifted child” growing up. In many ways, his talent is his own curse. He’s a bit of a perfectionist.

Rin’s not stupid. He knows he’s good at what he does, but it’s not enough for him, it’s not enough for Sae, and it’s not enough for the world—So that constant pressure of being controlled by others, being controlled by the world around him drives him fucking insane.

That’s what the whole “Blue Lock won’t leave me alone…!?!” thing is about. Rin finally breaking and indulging himself on control. He’s better than everyone around him and not only does he know it, but he can rub the salt where it hurts. It’s like the culmination of every terrible thought, every terrible fantasy he’s had welling up inside of him all bursting out in a moment where he just doesn’t give a single fuck about anything.

Also, it really doesn’t help the sadist headcanons when the light novel goes on about how it’s uh…“relaxing” for Rin to watch people get: eaten by sharks, sawed into pieces by chainsaws, and murdered (in all the horror movies he watches). Rin is the horror monster, or at least he views himself that way.

This is why I view Rin as a hard dominant, who has intrusive, sadistic thoughts. I think he wouldn’t enjoy being submissive in any way, as it would compound all his insecurities, without allowing him to “indulge” in his true self, who is this despicable monster.

There’s a really beautiful moment in between the NEL arc and the U20 match where Rin is staring off into the ocean, and for the first time, it’s like he’s been freed from his shackles, and the only one to decide his self-worth is himself.

I’m not saying this sort of experience is exclusive to dominant-identifying individuals, but Rin talks about “his veins dancing” and how his impulses were “destructive and liberating”. Uhhhhh. Look, I don’t know how else you’re supposed to interpret this scene. It’s like it’s the one part of him that isn’t just a Sae copy, and I think that’s incredibly meaningful to me.

[raethereptile]

"So, what do you make of them?"

Ethan smiled, not surprised to hear her voice.

He slid the second glass of amber along the balcony bannister into Max's hand, and watched as she took a measured sip.

She was dressed in a long nightgown, much as her daughter had in the meeting downstairs, but her's a deep shimmering blue, the same shade as the shawl he remembered her wearing as they made their dramatic escape from that Prague apartment.

Not an accident.

"Expecting me?" She queried with sharp eyes.

He returned it with a sharp smile, "Never. Hopeful."

They watched eachother, both guarded and open in that way they could only be with others who played the same game they played.

He pointedly didn't think of Ilsa.

"So," she repeated, "what do you make of them?"

She had elegantly bowed out of the meeting downstairs with a laugh, patting him on the cheek and "leaving him in her daughter's capable hands." She'd smiled sharply at her children and told them to "spare no expense for an old friend."

And so, after a meeting considerably more awkward than when it started, Ethan and Walker had found themselve escorted into lavish rooms for the night, liaising with Benji and Luther over a secure network.

He watched Max intently, as he carefully considered his answer.

"Your boy's a fool, and the girl's abrasive and flashy. They lack your refinement and sense of subtlety. But she has potential."

She hummed thoughtfully. "They're young. They'll grow into it."

"Or they won't."

They shared a grim smile. They both knew that age, time, was not guaranteed, not in their world. Ethan's age was considered an achievement of itself. Max's age was miraculous.

They stood together in the quiet night, quietly watching the other.

Max shivered in the breeze, and Ethan shrugged off his jacket and settled it over her sholders.

"Ever the gentleman," she teased.

She knew his game.

Flirting, seduction, was never sincere in their line of work.

It was a tool.

And one they both knew how to use well.

But that didn't mean there wasn't fondness there to. Didn't mean that it couldn't be fun.

Some enjoyment, for old times sake.

Ethan knew the only reason he wasn't revealed was because Max wanted to play the game.

So they were playing.

"Enjoying retirement?"

"Well, it's quiet."

"You're bored out of your mind, aren't you."

"So bored!"

They both laughed freely.

Ethan was surprised by how real it was.

"And that answers that question," he chucked and moved in closer, placing his hands either side of her on the banister, making his play obvious, and answered her questioning look, "of why you're being a good sport about all this."

"The way I see it," she responded with a flirtatious smile and sharp eyes, a little charmed by Ethan despite herself, "this could have played out two ways. I tell everyone that you are, in fact, not the despicable mass murder John Lark. They kill you. The real Lark or his associates are brought back into play, or another buyer is found. Alanna acts as a broker, and gets her payment. Or. I let this play out. The deal happens exactly the same. Plus or minus a few details, as you undoubtedly manipulation the situation to your advantage. I get entertainment, my children get an education from someone who knows how to play the game, and Alanna still gets her payment. Because you're a gentleman."

And Ethan remembered the fear and admiration of all those years ago. God, could she play the game.

"The determining factor was, of course," Max turned into his arms and tweaked his ear with a smile, "my silence."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and played up the seduction, "And what would you like, as-" don't say payment, don't say payment, "- in return for that silence?"

Her eyes laughed at him blatantly, even as she leaned into the bit, "oh, I'm sure you can be creative."

Ethan laughed quietly, grinned boyishly, and, for old times sake, dropped to his knees.

*cackles mannickley* oh this AU is a thing now, let's hope my muse keeps this up because I want to know how Ethan explains this to the gang

Also 📨 *ping!* @oddcologne look I did a thing please be inspired I'd love to see the art when it's done

No but a Max Lives AU

Ethan's stood in that room, surrounded by people who will kills him if he slips up for just a second, listening to Zola's asinine plan and not taking his eyes off Alanna, the true danger in the room, for so much as a second, when movement out of the corner of his eye draws his attention.

She's dressed finely, understated where her daughter is luminescent, her deft touch evident where her daughter's rougher edges have shaped the space around them. Her hair is white, and she has more wrinkles, and she's using a cane, but he'd know those eyes anywhere.

And the whole world fades away as they lock eyes.

And Ethan knows he's fucked.

There's no way she doesn't recognise him, not with the slight softening of her smile.

There's fondness there, he's relieved to see, a sentiment he returns. No hard feelings. Mutual manipulation, betrayal, and use. Both aware of the others games and choosing to play. Neither of them got what they really wanted in the end, but they set eachother up so they could land on their feet. No hard feelings.

So, the question. Did she want to play the game?

Because Ethan was all in and now only she could deside which way this meeting would go.

Would she out him to her heiress? Or would she let it play out?

He watched as she analysed the situation.

Play the game? Or pull the plug?

She smiled.

He smiled back.

All in.

"Dear boy."

"Max."

[withoutyouimsaskia]

Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part X.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25

GIF: Originally posted by​ @sic-vita​​​

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Good evening wonderful peeps. Hope you've had a good week. It's just been announced that Tom Sturridge and Mason Alexander Park are going to be at London MCM Comic Con next weekend and the thought of it is too much for me to handle. I think I might be having a day in London... 😉 Anyway, please enjoy this next one. All my love, Saskia xx

Sandman Masterlist

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The instant that yours and Morpheus' lips touch, you feel him tense. There’s an acute intake of breath. Then he is a statue. Carved from ice.

You consider pulling back but then the ice begins to melt. 

He’s kissing you back. 

Only very slightly yet it’s all the encouragement you need to keep going.

His lips are just as perfect to kiss as they are to look at.

Soft. And combined with his smooth skin, it is like being caressed by silk.

Within seconds, you are lost in him.

The reaction your body gives is unlike anything you have ever experienced before from a first kiss, or any other kiss for that matter. You are completely overtaken by the oxytocin binding to your neuroreceptors, and there's an additional layer of bliss to cushion your aching heart. It laps over you like a wave soaking the sand at high tide.

An otherworldly sensation. 

You presume it is because he is that entirely. Not of your world.

The thought is sobering. He’s a powerful, ageless, visually stunning being. And you’re a human.

A human going through a crisis. 

You know full well that trying to solve it through intimacy is wrong, regardless of the physical attraction and the burgeoning connection you feel with him on an emotional level.

You pull away.

Out of his personal space and further still. You withdraw into yourself.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Morpheus speaks your name in a whisper.

It takes a great amount of force for you to feel able to look at him.

His eyes are gleaming with tears. He looks so vulnerable.

Vulnerability caused by your actions.

Shame floods through you.

What must you think of me? You question inside your head.

He had been dutifully trying to help you, attempted to bring you comfort, shared what it meant to be the guardian of dreams and apologised for upsetting you, and the only thing you could think to do in that moment was to take advantage of his kindness by kissing him.

You feel despicable.

You're pushing your hands shakily over your scalp. 

He says your name again. There’s real confusion on his face.

"Please can we forget that happened? I've literally just told you about my break up and kissing you, well, it’s a classic rebound reaction. I should know better.”

"Rebounding is a concept created by humans to bring shame to those who have the fortitude to act on their desires."

His words, though they sound seductively logical, do not sway your resolve. 

“That may be true, but it was still massively impulsive of me.”

You watch as his walls go back up, cleaning his face of all feeling and freezing his eyes to a dark, frosty blue.

"Then I will do as you ask and ignore its occurrence."

You exhale with relief.

"I appreciate that."

Morpheus changes the subject so quickly, not even allowing for a second of unease.

"We should return to the library."

"Okay."

You shift into a better position to be able to stand but then he is in front of you and extending a long-fingered hand for you to take.

You hesitate.

"Please, Y/N."

You slip your hand into his grasp.

The skin on skin contact creates a buzzing sensation in the back of your head. Your body was going to take some convincing to detach. 

You think back to his choice of adjective.

Desire.

That was what had happened. A heady moment of desire. One that you had enjoyed, yes, but nothing that could be pursued.

He helps you up gracefully.

"Thank you."

He simply nods and begins to walk back the way you had both originally come.

You fall into step beside him.

You occupy your thoughts by looking at every detail of the dense, green forest.

The textures of the tree bark, the colours of the leaves, the smell of the air.

It’s easier to distract yourself when you get closer to the palace. In your upset, you had completely missed the details of the gorgeous structure before. The pale stone and gleaming copper of the domes and towers. Statues dotted in amongst the architecture. A dragon and a Pegasus that move with their own autonomy greet you at the entrance doors.

It is fantastical.

Once inside, you re-trace the steps you had taken so hurriedly not an hour ago. Through the corridors with their abundance of arches and pillars and swathes of red carpets trimmed with gold.

Once back in the library, Lucienne greets you with a glowing smile.

You all sit down around the table.

Morpheus nods for Lucienne to present their findings.

“We have found the moment when your night terrors started. You were thirteen years old and you had a hallucination about a spider.”

You nod, remembering that well. You had been so convinced that it was dangling above your face that you had hit out at it with all of your limbs in turn.

“The exact same night, there was a small disturbance recorded here.”

Lucienne takes off her glasses.

“Every parasomnia episode that you have had from that moment on has coincided with some unexplained event in the Dreaming. However, because they were low magnitude and happened so infrequently, there was no cause for concern. Until now, of course.”

You wet your lips nervously. You are fearfully replaying Matthew’s words from earlier in your head about what happens to vortexes.

“What course of action are you going to take to stop it from happening again?”

“Well, it appears that it only happens when you are severely stressed or afraid and then have a nightmare,” Lucienne replies.

You look at Morpheus.

“So you could just stop me from having nightmares?”

“I cannot do that. I do not think it wise. Nightmares serve a purpose. They are a necessary means to help you confront your fears.”

His stance is regal and tone unyielding.

You visibly deflate, there will be no persuading him, you are certain.

“What I will do is grant you a reprieve from them until you are less unsettled in your waking life.”

You blink as you process his words before becoming alarmed.

“And what happens the next time something bad happens? I can’t just stay inside and avoid everything and everyone that could potentially upset me. That’s no way to live.”

“I will step in,” he says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Wait, let me get this straight. You are going to stop my nightmares every time I feel emotionally out of control?”

“Yes.”

You stare at him in shock.

“If that is agreeable to you,” he adds.

“It is.”

He stands.

“Then it is decided.”

***

You and Morpheus return to the main doors of the palace and stand on the bridge side by side.

His hands are clasped formally behind his back as he watches you looking out at the gates in the distance that are book-ended by mountains.

Subconscious life bustles in the landscape around you and beyond. Dreamers have been dreaming the entire time you have been here, completely oblivious to the threat you pose to them.

You look up at Morpheus and gesture before you with both hands.

“So you made all of this?”

"Yes.”

“How long did it take you?”

“Eons.”

"I feel privileged to have experienced it in such a lucid way. It's more beautiful than anything I have ever seen.”

“I am pleased you think so.” His voice sounds strained despite his choice of words.

A murmur of Starlings are suddenly dancing in the sky. Clearly someone is dreaming about bird watching.

“You will need to wake up soon,” Morpheus says.

“Oh, okay.” His comment is so abrupt that you can’t help but feel like you are being kicked out.

“I will come and check on you in two weeks.”

He goes to raise his hand and end the dream.

Your heart lurches.

“Morpheus, wait.”

He pauses.

“Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve your kindness but I am really grateful for what you’re doing for me.”

His eyes soften to an ocean blue.

“I meant what I said to Lucienne. I will do my utmost to protect you. You have my word."

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"I used to be overwhelmed by every little thing. Torn apart, unravelled at the seams. I think it rooted in the way I breathe." 

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[husbandohunter]

You want Vitamin F, then let me supply you one;

Genshin boys transform into cats.

A Furry Predicatment [Cat Genshin Impact x Gn!Reader]

♤♡◇♧☆

Synopsis: Venturing to Springvale the boys inhale the fairy dust that turns people into cats, now they must endure the consequences.

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Zhongli, Childe, Venti

(A/n): My student just sent me a video of her cat. I think thats a sign anon. This was meant to be written. part 2 here :P

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[Diluc]

The grumpy cat (to no one's surprise) who wears the same iconic frown with the same matching gloomy eyes. He's grumpy about this outcome in particular, plus the fact he can't even voice his frustrations except for meowing noises and the endless craving for raw fish. RAW, how despicable.

The maids were looking for Master Diluc except that he was already there...in your arms. Just like his hair, his fur is the fluffiest as if he were a gigantic ball of hilichurl hair. You would nuzzle your face into it because he just feels so warm!

Absolutely will NOT live like a cat. The uncrowned king of Mondstadt refuses to drink water from a bowl. He cannot eat anything unless you feed him with utensils. NO, no he will not shove his mouth into the plate, its uncultured and unsanitary.

He never though taking baths would be so nerve-wracking (cat instincts). It was terrible, choosing between the feeling of water against his body or licking his paws to clean himself (a much more comfortable choice). This kind of lifestyle was miserable.

~xx~

[Kaeya]

The mischievious cat (oh no) cue pink panther music, he's the Tom with Jerry's brains. Unlike Diluc, Kaeya will ultimately fall into his cat instincts and somehow uses it to his advantage.

You bet he's gonna spy on people. At night he would jump upon the rooftops to peek through Goth Grand Hotel's windows (watching closely at the Fatui), until the Darknight Hero comes in. Diluc knows it's Kaeya, it's rather uncanny how he does it, hence the cat runs away immediately.

The type to lick you upon contact. You think this was a quirk that came with the spell but he was actually doing it on purpose. Usually targets the neck because he could get a reaction out of you (ohoho you're tickilish there eh?)

As he is roaming out on the streets, always manages to escape the dogs. Kaeya knows his way around the city like the back of his hand, he enjoys watching them bark endlessly while he licks his paws in a mocking manner. Until one of them hopped up, now things got tricky. Basically Kaeya gets himself to alot of trouble as a cat, the worst part was when a bunch of kids started to join in too.

~xx~

[Xiao]

The fiesty cat (he was always a fiesty cat) who hisses alot. Even his fur stands up like a porcupine when expressing his distastefulness. The way he meows almost sounds like a low growl, bares his fangs as if he were a thirsty vampire. Will scare alot of people away with his behaviour, even dogs.

But damn he would make a pretty cat. Golden eyes, dark green stripes and teal fur, the purple diamond still tattooed between where his eyebrows once were, it didn't take long for Verr Goldet to realize that was Xiao.

And the worst nightmare of all, while Cat Xiao roams around the city at night he happened to attract alot of other stray cats who lived in the streets. They were very attracted to his beauty, cornering him until there was no where to run, that was the only situation where Xiao was scared enough to run away.

His ears are the most sensitive. He can't help but purr whenever you pet between them. Though if anyone were to grab his tail, the outcome would not be very pleasant...

~xx~

[Albedo]

The curious cat (who does not die) that will appear from every corner, silently, mysteriously as if he teleported. Once Lisa found him between the bookshelves of her Library while seeing a pile of books stacked upon the floor. Before she could shoo him out, she realized that the cat was way too smart to be a mere cat and quickly deciphered that it was the Chief Alchemist.

Of course no one else in Mondstadt knew it was Albedo, they thought you just had a very talented pet. Margaret even decided to put him against Prince to see who's cat was the best. It wasn't even a competition. Catbedo could paint a picture just by using his paws.

But Klee found out eventually (she deserved to know). She would open her drawer, take out her bow and stick them upon his fur. It seems that Albedo can never get a break when it was against his little sister, she will find indulging activities to do without consent.

Astounded by the sheer talent your cat possessed, the Knights of Favonius offered to hire your cat to be trained as a Knight Cat because animals are very good at deciphering clues for investigation. Oh how unaware they were.

[Zhongli]

The type of cat for crazy cat ladies. It's the vibe he gives being an old man ranging to a thousand years. Zhongli is very behaving, very considerate and very calm in his cat form. His favourite activity is to snuggle upon your lap while you quietly read a book.

He is indeed a tall black cat. Has incredible and refined posture and if he were to stand up on his hind legs, he can even reach as far as the kitchen counter! Though he does not like the fact that he sheds so much fur, it leaves a huge mess behind him (in which you had to clean up)

Zhongli decided to venture into Liyue's streets and see what it's like to be a cat. He starts communicating with some of them, speaking his cat language (meow meowmewomewo? meeoooow). Needless to say, the cats had no idea what he was saying.

If there were any cat-related dish he eats, it has to be sushi. Raw sashimis if possible. You worry if the choice was even healthy for a cat but you remembered that he was still a god. He'll be fine, right?

[Childe]

The annoying cat (that you must take care of, remember) whos a little too impulsive for his own good. Childe finds the excitement running through him whenever he spots a mouse, a squirrel or even a bird. One moment he's in your arms, the next he just leapt high into the air and running into the streets.

Adventurous as always. You take him to the pond to get some fresh air. Childe is not afraid of water, at all. He plays a game with the fishes, trying to see how much he can catch in one swipe. You had to keep a close eye on him otherwise he'd fall in and drown.

Loves climbing trees but shortly realizes that he can't get down. You tell him to jump but he feels hesitant so you had to climb up and get him. However, now the two of you were stuck and Zhongli had to get you both down one at a time.

Childe has the prettiest blue eyes as a cat. They were big and bright, almost feminine. But you knew that look was the look of upcoming trouble.

[Venti]

Oh God Barbatos.

Venti can't stop sneezing. His own fur is all over the place and he just couldn't catch a break (or a breath). Every second he will hiss-sneeze, they sounded like dying noises.

You had to get him to Lisa as fast as possible otherwise the death of Barbatos would have been caused by his own self.

[sashi-ya]

Hi!! I just want to say that you're awesome and I love everything you write 💖 I would like to request a scenario with Yamato and female reader who has the same role as Hiyori, so reader is the daughter of Oden and Yamato son of Kaido... Normally they should be enemies but they are very attracted to each other. I hope this made sense 😇 with 14, 23, 45 from the spicy list and everything you want please! Thank you Sashi, take care! Sending you a hug ( ˘ ³˘)

Hi!! OMG of course!! This is my first time writing for him so I hope I get it right ♥ I love Yamato so much 🙈🙈🙈 I hope you enjoy this little (not so little) scenario darling!! Thank u for your cute words! ♥

NSFW ~ Yamato x F! Reader ~ Play That Melody For Me ~ [PART 1]

TW: HE/HIM pronouns used for Yamato (as it should be). Nipple play, oral sex, toys (strap on), face sitting, usage of alcohol, wet dreams.

WC: 1.9K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove @onepieceya (tagging you because you love Yamato :3)

There is a second part for this fic, read it here ♥

“My dear Tayu, Yamato, Son of Kaido is here” one of your helpers announces from behind the folding screen. The shadow of a tall man awaits you outside. “Son of Kaido, tch” you grunt, tightening the knot of your kimono strap around your waist...

You open the folds to appreciate your next “client”. There he is, long white hair, taller than anyone there, strong arms. You scan his whole body, from up and down. He smiles at you, yellow intense eyes fixed on yours.

“Please, come in” you tell him. He follows you inside. “Take a seat” you command. Yamato sits over a few cushions, crossing his legs. He ties his hair up in a ponytail, and when he does so, his clothes show a sideboob that it’s impossible for you to ignore.

“So, Mr. Yamato, what service would you like?” you ask him, trying to end this situation as soon as possible. The white haired man looks at you and smiles kindly. “Please, call me Oden”, he says.

You gasp and shut your eyes… Your blood boils. “Oden? Oden is my father and your bastard father killed him” you think and avoid shouting it by biting the inside of your mouth. Yamato notices your lack of words, and probably the fire in your eyes.

“Are you ok?” he asks. You shake your head, fighting between jumping and stabbing the man in front of you, or simply accepting his request. If you ever tell him the truth -especially to him-, Denjiro and you would have wasted almost twenty years and the plan to take down Kaido would be ruined.

“Ok, Oden... Tell me then, what’s the service?” you ask him again, choking back tears as you pronounce your dad’s name. He tilts his head and stands up. Yamato approaches you, brushing soft, slender fingers over your cheek. He lifts your chin up and stares into your soul for sure. “I don’t think you are ok right now; I will come back tomorrow” he says. You notice the gold shackles around his wrists and wonder why Kaido’s son has them.

You nod, out of words. You’d lie if you don’t find Yamato, not only intimidating, but also handsome as hell. The man that dares to act like your father leaves the room, but not before flashing you a sexy smile. His huge anatomy, then, disappears as he slides the paperlike door close.

Your legs turn weak, and you fall to the ground. Your knees hit the wooden floor under them, but it doesn’t hurt. Your heart does. “Why… Why me?” you say as warm tears run down your face.

Night comes, and you flop into bed, exhausted. You watch a bright half-moon shining on the dark blue sky of the night through the window. Sakura flowers falling like snow, dancing with the warm breeze of that summer, summer number nineteen… you only have to wait for the next summer… Mum's promise… Your eyelids fall and you slowly travel to the oneiric world.

Images of the despicable son of Kaido over you, his hands on your body. Cold metal feeling over your skin as his shackles rub your flesh. Your fingers tangled around white strands of hair. Your breathing accelerated.

You suddenly open your eyes. Panting, you only realized this was just a dream. “Just… a… dream…” you reassure yourself. Yet, your inner thighs feel wet. Your skin burns, your cheeks too. Heartbeats you can hear. Aroused.

Your fingers travel from your naked belly towards your underwear. You feel how wet that dream has made you. But quickly guilt hits you, hard. “What are you doing, (name)?” you say to yourself, taking your hand off your core. “He is your enemy, stop” ...

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“Mrs. Oiran… good morning!” a little pink haired girl wakes you up. She greets you with a big smile, laughing as always. “My darling!!” you say and snatch the little bean into your arms. You hug her, you love the little girl. “(Name)! Someone sent you something today! Hahaha” she informs you. “Oh, really? What is it?” you ask. The little girl stands up and runs towards a box decorated with the finest rice paper and some flowers. “Here! Open it!” she says.

The box holds a note that says, “I want you to play the "Tsukihime" melody for me today”. Tears sprout from your eyes, blurring your vision. Inside there is a new Shamisen. And despite being brand new, it looks exactly the same as the one she used to play when she was a little girl. The one that your father, Oden, gifted to you. The one that got burned when his father burned the castle. You hated the man with burning passion. Why does he have to call himself like your dad, why did he have to give you that exact same shamisen as a present… Why from all the songs in the world, he had to choose your father’s favourite melody?... Why does he have to be so handsome?...

And the afternoon is here, and he is too. Again the shadow of your enemy. He is there, behind the paper folding screen, waiting for you… You look through your window, Kyoshiro -Denjiro- looks up to you from the entrance of the Okiya. His sleepy eyes beg for you to bear with it just a little longer. He knows how difficult this is for you, he really knows.

The voice of that man pulls you out from the unspoken connection you have with your friend and protector. You don’t turn around; you just move your head to your shoulder. You feel him approaching you. “Did you like my gift?” he asks, whispering softly near your ear. It’s insane how much his simple presence can make you weak, confused, aroused.

“I did, thank you my Sir” you lie. “Please, play that song for me” he asks. You turn around, looking up at his face. He looks at you, fixing once again his golden eyes on yours. The tension between your bodies is so strong, your skin burning.

You take your gaze off him, grab the instrument, and sit on your turquoise cushion. He does the same in front of you. Your skilled fingers start playing the cords, the melody from your childhood resonates all around the room. Yamato enjoys the notes of such beautiful song. “I wanted to hear this for so long… it is just amazing” he says, as if it was the first time, he was hearing the melody…

Soon, the melody stops. You wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. So you take the lead. “So.. Do you want me to play another song?” you ask. But he is lost in your body. Yamato approaches you; his soft thumb grazes your lip. You gasp, something feels fancier on your core. Yet, you take your head off to the side. He is your enemy, how are you supposed to be with the son of the man that killed your dad?... but your thoughts got interrupted…

Yamato grabbed your chin and aligned it with his mouth. Soft tender lips over yours, his tongue separating yours. You can’t resist, you don’t want to resist. You want him…

Gently, your back hits the cushion. Yamato straddling over you, white strands of hair falling on each side of your face. The sound of the cuffs he has on his wrists hitting the wooden floor around you.

Lustful sights on each other, your hands travel through his back. He kisses you again, your tongues dance around. His hand little by little sliding the side of your kimono off, until your breasts get completely exposed to him.

Yamato’s mouth traces a path from your lips to your neck, and then lowering until it reaches your breasts. His hands squeeze gently the flesh of your tits, his lips rub your hard nipples. You moan, feeling a mix of lust and guilt, but you don’t stop him.

The son of Kaido deliciously sucks your sensitive nipples, he nibbles and pulls from them. You squirm at the sensation; the pleasure he makes you feel slowly fades the hate…

Yamato stretches his arm to reach for the sakazuki of sake you have served on the side. He lets the alcohol drip over your chest. The cold drops of it make your skin react with little spasms. Your lover licks every drop from your chest, the dry taste of the sake mixed with your skin makes Yamato relish at such a delicious flavour.

His lips lowers and lowers, until they get to your belly button. He traces a circle around it, you whine and extend your arm. Your fingers around his long hair. He grunts. His tongue finally gets to your core.

“I love your taste” he mumbles. You just babble in response, as his skilful tongue makes wonders with your sex. “So tasty, so wet” ...

Your inner thighs get bruised with the horns of his head, as your legs try to close due to the intense stimulation. But that’s not enough, not for him, not for you.

On the verge of an orgasm, Yamato stands up. He walks towards his bag and brings a strap on. Black phallic figure that hangs from a red string. Red string that he quickly ties around his hip bones after letting his clothes slide to the ground.

You wait for him to pound into you with your legs spread open and your eyes scanning such an amazing body. You call him with a beckoning finger. He smiles, sexily and approaches you.

The cold material of the strap on gets damped in your arousal, as he rubs it up and down your sex. “Yamato, fuck me” you beg. He flinches at that name but doesn’t pressure you to call him Oden… and then, he penetrates you, sliding inside, so deep, and steady.

Your nails carve the skin of his back, his breasts fall over your face as he thrusts you. Your tongue stuck out grazing his nipples. Both of you moan, whine, enjoy.

And your orgasm inevitably arrives, and you come shouting his name. Your head thrown back; your mandible hurts from sucking his hard nipples. And even if you were exhausted, there is no time to waste. Is Yamato’s turn to come, and you are an expert in such practices.

“Why don’t you sit on my face?” you command him. “Are you sure?” he asks, aware of his huge anatomy. “Please, I wanna get suffocated under those thighs” you tell him, and he does not think any further. Soon his sex is over your mouth, and you enjoy every single part of his core. You suck, lick, taste his arousal, until Yamato comes squirming over your countenance.

Both of you lay over the cushions on the floor, admiring the sakura petals rain over the city through the window. He caresses your body, and softly tells you “I’m sorry if I asked you to call me Oden…”. You don’t really understand why he says such a thing… Does he know who you are? “What do you mean?” you ask. “I know who you are, (name)” he whispers, low enough for just you to hear it.

You stand up, scared. “How… how do you know my name?” you tell him. “I have your dad’s diary… that’s why I asked the only person that knows how to play that melody to do it for me… I’m on your side, Princess..." ♥ ~

[samrosemodblog]

What are some works you enjoy, but also find their maker to be a POS or otherwise despicable (not that they're needfully mutually exclusive)?

I'm genuinely trying to think of an example where this might be the case and I'm drawing blanks because of a few reasons

The main one being that, more often than not, I'll find people despicable because they have really shitty opinions or takes, and in turn that tends to reflect in their art making it either really shitty or just obviously not for me so I have no interest in it

The second one being that since I don't tend to look into a lot of the people who make specific art a lot of the times I don't actually tend to see a lot of hot takes I might not agree with or come to find someone despicable despite enjoying said media

And a third reason is that if I find out a creator of a piece of work is despicable I'll tend to distance myself or avoid that piece of work completely moving forward

An obvious example being my childhood love for Harry Potter. I can't even really look at the books or the movies the same now knowing they're tied to her. In THEORY I could probably still enjoy the nostalgia of the books, but I really don't care for anything she has made or done since.

I'm gonna think a while and then come back to this

..................................

Okay! I think I have something!

Red vs Blue and RWBY

Apparently Rooster Teeth has been a really shitty company for a while now and its just now coming to light all the fucked up things they've done, but I'll always enjoy Red vs Blue, at least, the original run of the show. Hell even up to Season 17 had stuff I enjoyed.

Zero is garbage though. Refuse to watch it and if that's the direction moving forward then I'm glad RvB is basically over.

And I was never the biggest RWBY fan but I do keep up with the show. The fights are (usually) fun and the characters are fun and well designed, and some volumes are written better than others.

Literally though that's the only media I can think of I'll still enjoy despite the (current) creators being despicable.

[aomine-ryo]

Ah the requests are open! I'd like to request Aomine, Kise and Kagami reactions if their gf shouted 'i hate you' during an angsty argument. Of course she didn't mean but was very hurt. Thank you in advance and thank you for provoding KnB content 💙

Ah yes i love some good angst 😌 I hope you enjoy xx

Scenario: Kise, Aomine and Kagami’s reactions to their s/o shouting “I hate you” during an argument

Kise

Jealousy was an ugly emotion and you knew that. You generally never got that jealous with Kise though. Especially considering that he was constantly surrounded by other models and fangirls, you were surprisingly very chill with him. I mean, you couldn’t blame him, it came with the job. Plus you knew that you could trust him so it didn’t bother you as much as one would expect.

Recently though, Kise had been rather busy and he wasn’t able to spend as much time with you as he’d like. While that sucked in itself, he’d always be around other girls when you did have the time to spend with him, like during recess and after school when you walked together. And they were so obviously flirting with him, but he didn’t seem to have a clue.

You didn’t want to bring up though because you didn’t want to come off as a controlling person that restricted him from talking to others. So you ignored it for a while.

However, the amount of time he’d spend with you slowly lessened and lessened and eventually, on a particularly bad day, you finally snapped. You were meant to be walking home with him after school, so you waited for him at your usual spot by the school gates. But after a good ten minutes, he didn’t show up. Confused and slightly annoyed, you went back into the school in search of your boyfriend. While it didn’t take long to find him in the school courtyard, you began to wish that you didn’t because it just fuelled your already bad mood with rage.

He was just standing there with three other girls, laughing along with them as if he didn’t have somewhere else to be. You don’t get mad often- especially not in public- but your emotions had been building up for weeks and you were in an awful mood. Before you knew it, you were storming over to Kise.

“Y/N-cchi! I was just about to come meet you. Let me introduce—“

“Are you kidding me? Kise, I’ve been waiting for you for the past ten minutes and you were just chatting here?” you scolded, your volume causing all four of them to be taken aback. You shot the girls a glare, resulting in them excusing themselves to leave you two alone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the time go by,” he replied softly, hurt by the fact that you called him ‘Kise’ rather than your usual ‘babe’ or ‘Ryouta’.

“You’re the one who’s always too busy to spend time with me and now you’re here losing track of time with girls you barely even know!”

“They were just being friendly, what would people think of me if I just brushed them off?” he said defensively.

“Kise, they were far from just friendly. They were so obviously flirting with you. One of them had her hands all over you and you just fucking let her!” you yelled, becoming completely unhinged at this point.

“Y/N-cchi, you’re being ridiculous. Just forget about it. Come on, let’s just walk home, cool?” He said with a sigh, which only made you angrier.

“I’m not being ridiculous,” you said firmly, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” He snapped, finally losing his cool too. “That I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant! Don’t try to turn this around on me,” you replied, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s what it sounds like to me,” he shouted. You felt a pang in your heart at the way he raised his voice at you and you felt yourself finally get thrown off the edge.

“I can’t believe you right now! I hate you!”

Kise’s expression immediately fell at the sound of those words. It quickly made him realise the absurdity of what he was saying.

At that point, you were so frustrated that you decided to just walk away, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. It took a few moments but Kise’s footsteps soon followed you. “Y/N-cchi wait! I’m sorry!” He said, hastily grabbing your arm to stop you. It took him a second to realise that tears had begun to blur his own vision. “Please don’t hate me,” he said softly.

You paused for a moment, feeling bad that you had made him cry too. “I don’t hate you,” you muttered, hearing the word come out of his mouth made you realise how harsh it sounded. “I wouldn’t be this mad if I hated you.”

“I won’t talk to them anymore. And I promise I’ll make more time for you. Why don’t we go grab a coffee or something together?” Kise suggested, interlacing his fingers with yours while the other hand reached up to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“That sounds nice,” You sniffled with a smile, your anger and hurt finally subsiding. “I’m sorry for yelling at you like that. I was just scared that you’d think they were better than me.”

Kise pressed his lips against yours with nothing but care and tenderness, almost as if to reassure you that he was all yours without having to say a word. But just in case you didn’t understand, he smiled at you once his lips parted from yours, “You’re the only one I want. That won’t ever change- I promise.”

Aomine

As much as you loved Aomine, dating him came with a lot of work which could easily exhaust you if you didn’t have the patience that you do. He was dreamy, sweet and truly a piece of art in general, however he was also extremely lazy when it came to a lot of things. Homework, projects and reminding him of various commitments he had was amongst the various responsibilities you had taken on when you started dating him. For the most part, you didn’t care too much because you often managed to convince him to do it himself in the end, but there were times where he genuinely ticked you off.

One day in particular, you were rather exhausted after a long day at school and you were hanging out at Aomine’s house like you usually would. As he flipped through his gravure magazine next to you, you laid down on his bed, scrolling through your phone as a way to unwind. His phone began to ring, disrupting the peaceful silence that filled the room and he quickly picked it up. “Yo, what’s up?” he answered. “Oh shit that was today? I forgot... Fuck it. I’ll join some other time... Bye.”

Aomine put his phone down with an annoyed groan, making you curious as to what that conversation was about. “What’s wrong? Who was that?” you inquired, still scrolling absentmindedly.

“It was Kise. I was supposed to go play with him and the others today. Didn’t I tell you to remind me about it?”

“Oh right, you did. I’m sorry, it slipped my mind,” you replied.

Aomine clicked his tongue in annoyance, “Dammit, I wanted to play,” he whined.

You weren’t sure why— perhaps it was the tiredness— but you felt as though that comment was accusatory towards you and it sparked this feeling of anger within you. “Then maybe you should’ve remembered yourself,” you retorted, sarcasm oozing from your tone.

“Well if I could do that, I wouldn’t have asked you to remind me, would I?” Aomine replied, perfectly matching your tone, which made your blood boil.

“Why is that my responsibility? I’m constantly busting my ass trying to do shit for you. I’m your s/o, not your personal assistant, Daiki,” you snapped, your voice suddenly getting louder.

Whilst Aomine knew that you were right, his stubborn mind didn’t want to admit it. “If you had a problem with it, you could’ve just said so instead of making me miss out on my plans,” he said harshly.

“Oh so it’s my fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to remember things that go on in your own damn life?” you questioned sarcastically.

“Yes!” Aomine yelled back almost instantly without thinking.

You sat up and scoffed. “You’re despicable, Aomine. Go fucking play then. I’ll leave!”

“No, it’s too late now. I’ve missed it thanks to you,” he muttered, picking up his magazine again.

You narrowed your eyes at him in frustration as you angrily gathered your things. “I’m leaving. You’re the absolute worst. I hate you!” you shouted, clenching your jaw to stop yourself from crying.

Aomine froze upon hearing those words come out of your mouth. “You what?” he said softly, even though he heard you clear as day. He just couldn’t believe that you had actually said it.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, knowing you shouldn’t have said something so harsh when you didn’t even remotely mean it.

“You hate me?” he repeated, wondering whether his pride was really worth having you say words like that.

“I didn’t mean it. But you’re being ridiculous,” you said, still standing your ground.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, standing up and approaching you. “I’m being such a dick. I’ll sort my shit out- I swear. Just don’t say those words to me, please,” he said, holding your face in his palms and desperately looking into your eyes, unable to fathom how much those words stung. He didn’t even want to imagine a scenario in which you’d hated him because it would absolutely wreck him.

Looking into those pained blue eyes, you couldn’t help but melt as your frustration resided. “I won’t say it again. I’m sorry,” you whispered assuringly.

Aomine placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “I love you, Y/N,” he mumbled.

“I love you too, Daiki.”

Kagami

Kagami loved basketball. That was a given. You adored how passionate he was towards it and you it made you happy seeing how much he enjoyed the sport. However, sometimes you’d wonder if that was truly all he cared about. He’d spend almost all his time either at practice or playing around with his friends and he barely left any time for you anymore.

It had been a while since you’ve been able to spend time with Kagami and you had finally been able to get away with planning an afternoon with him after school at your place. You planned to cuddle up together with some snacks and watch a movie— it was going to be perfect. That whole school day you were incredibly excited; you walked around with a hop in your step and a smile on your face.

Finally, the end of the school day had arrived and you headed to meet Kagami outside school, like you’d agreed to. When you got outside, you saw him chatting with Kuroko and Hyuga but he quickly excused himself when he saw you approaching him.

“Hey beautiful,” he smiled.

“Taiga! I’m so excited for today,” you grinned, greeting him with a hug.

“Uh, about that,” Kagami paused and pulled away to rub the back of his neck nervously. Hearing those words alone made your smile quickly change into a disappointed frown. “The Winter Cup is around the corner and the team is gonna do a bit of extra practice today at the gym. Can I get a rain check on this date?”

“Are you serious?” you muttered, exasperation in your voice.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I promise I’ll make some time for you later,” he said.

“You say that, but you never do. You play basketball every single minute you get. Can you really not spare even a single afternoon for me?” you questioned softly, feeling a strange mixture of anger and hurt.

“Y/N, you know how important basketball is to me,” he replied, trying to meet your eyes but they were fixated on the floor.

“I do, but honestly, it seems like it’s the only importance in your life.”

“Don’t be like that. You know that you’re important to me too,” Kagami frowned, reaching to put an arm on your shoulder, but your frustration caused you to shove it away almost immediately.

“Well, you certainly don’t act like it,” you snapped back. “But whatever, go play I guess,” you shrugged, spite in your tone as you began to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t be mad at me— it’s childish,” Kagami called out, making you stop in your tracks. It was like he was asking you to get mad at him.

“Childish?” you repeated. “Kagami it’s not a fucking relationship if you’re not going to spend any time with me! I’ve been nothing but patient towards you playing basketball thinking that at some point you’ll set some time aside for me, but turns out you couldn’t care less about that!”

“We can talk about this later,” Kagami sighed, realising that you were in public. “I’m going to play. I’ll text you okay?”

“Don’t even bother texting me— you’re fucking outrageous,” you chuckled, finding it absolutely unbelievable how thick he was. “I hate you!”

Kagami felt his heart sink as he watched you storm off. Suddenly basketball became the least of his concerns. He couldn’t just leave things like this. It would absolutely wreck him. Almost instantly, Kagami rushed after you. “Y/N! Please wait!” he called out, quickly reaching for your hand to get you to stop.

While you did stop, you immediately pulled your arm away from him in anger. “What? Shouldn’t you be going to play?” you snapped, tears streaming down your face.

“That doesn’t matter. Just please, don’t leave things like this; don’t hate me,” he pleaded, feeling himself getting teary eyed upon seeing you crying.

You paused for a moment, realising the weight of the words you spat out in the heat of the argument. “I didn’t mean that,” you said softly. “I just hate how I never get to see you anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ll just skip out on practice today,” Kagami said.

“You don’t have to do that. We can hang out some other time,” you sighed and sniffled, not wanting to guilt trip him into spending time with you.

“No, I want to spend time with you now. You’re right. I play basketball all the time anyways. I need to give you attention too,”he insisted, reaching for your hand again and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Alright,” you said, wiping the tears with the back your hand. “I’m sorry about saying that I hate you. That was stupid.”

To your surprise, Kagami pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he was going to lose you. “That scared me so much, Y/N,” he admitted, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so much. I genuinely thought I’d lost you.”

“I love you so much too,” you said into his chest, hugging him back. “I guess I was scared I’d lose you to basketball or something.”

Kagami kissed the top of your head. “You won’t lose me, I promise.”

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49. You’ll Be the Death of Me by Karen M. McManus--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The thing that got me about this one was that twist at the end! Ooph.

I enjoyed the mystery of this one, even if it wasn’t my absolute favourite book by this author. I’m curious to see what she creates next because these thrillers are always very interesting. I wasn’t expecting it to be a one day type of story, but it definitely helped with the pacing! I think there are some seriously despicable people in here, and one of the MCs got off too lightly. But that’s just me. If you like YA thrillers with a bit of a darker side to them, but are quick reads, then you might like this one!

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50. Blue Flag Vol. 6 by Kaito--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Every time I find my way back to this manga, I always feel so weary before I even read it because I know it’s going to put my emotions to the test. The ending of this volume is beautifully heartbreaking. The artwork, as always, doesn’t miss. This manga has seriously one of the most beautiful art I’ve ever seen in my history with manga. The way the scenes are set, the side profiles of the characters, the little instances where more realism comes in—perfection. I’m not even going to comment on the covers because we all know they’re gorgeous. Anyway, I’m going to move onto the next volume. I feel like I’m going to need to strengthen my heart a little bit.

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51. Big Biker by Cassie Mint--⭐️⭐️

2 stars because I like to sometimes watch train-wrecks reach the end of the train tracks. Listen, this is becoming a theme. I get lured in by the first book I read by a particular author in this sub-genre of romance (novella daddy issues bigger guys smut), and then get let down by the next book I read. I’m contemplating picking up the third book in this series anyway, but I don’t know if it’ll be another Husky situation. We will see, the future is vast and unknown. In the meantime, if you enjoy creepy allusions to a woman being the little girl of a big and yummy biker daddy, then you might like this one. But my brain could not get past the fact that this woman is replacing her controlling and abusive father for this man she is obsessed with 24 hours later. Her father is trash. This love interest sounds 🔥 but in the words of the great Ana, “No dick is that good”, regardless of how much you want out. I’ve come to the conclusion that it isn’t that these books are short, because short and sweet and sexy are 👌🏽, but it’s the transference and hyper (and creepy) sexualization of daddy issues onto an Insta-love love interest. Please, do NOT get me wrong here—I like books with daddy stuff, as long as they’re done in a not-so-creepy way. This man literally carries her off in front of her father like she’s an eight year old. I’m not talking bridal carry, I’m talking legs around his hips, eyes facing the retreating face of her horrible father. Sigh. Sorry, my rant is long and it’s late. Good night. …watch me pick up the next book at some point. I’m a masochist, I guess? But also, see train-wreck comment above.

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52. Blue Flag Vol. 7 by Kaito--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Tomaaaaaa. I just want to give him the biggest hug imaginable. There were some super heavy, but important talks in this volume and I'm scared to give anything away. Just know the some of the conversations may be triggering (TWs: Talks of SA, Homophobia, grief, and depression.) And like I said in my last review, the artwork continues to be stunning, especially when adding to the emotional turmoil of the characters. I also agree with two of the characters in this and want to drop kick the other two ✌🏽 Onto the final volume, alas.

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53. Yinka, Where is Your Huzband? by Lizzie Damilola Blackburn--⭐️⭐️⭐️ Thank you to the publisher for sending me a copy! This did not affect my review in any way. Yinka's story is one that was interesting, a little sad, and very eye-opening. I empathized with Yinka because I have also faced those "when will you get married" and "when will you have kids?" familial questions and pressure. I appreciated the mention of wanting to meet someone organically, and then just striving to find that person. I also really enjoyed getting to know her family (the powerful women in her family in particular), and the Nigerian culture that we see both in the story and on the book's gorgeous cover. I especially enjoyed the mention of Yoruba, since it's a brief part of my Cuban culture because of the Orishas. All of that being said, there were a few things that definitely brought the rating down for me. First of all, I believe this book is in the wrong genre. If I were to be extreme about it, I would categorize this as a Christian Fiction novel. Prayer circles, all of the allusions to God (including the final sentence being about how humorous God must be--or something along those lines), the choice to be abstinent until marriage, the choice to not drink because of her religion (and then showing the dangers of drinking by showcasing a character acting badly), and the final piece, which was the icing on the cake for me, was showing an atheist suddenly changing their mind to "curious" because of one visit to a church. And listen, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this, but as a person who isn't a fan of being preached at in my books, I would have liked to have been warned. Another thing that makes me think this isn't a "rom-com" is because of all of the situations that Yinka suffers and grows from. I don't even think this is purely a romance book--maybe more of a self-love kind of book? Yes, there are men that she dates and tries to connect with, but ultimately, at the end of the day, the story is mainly about Yinka's self-acceptance and personal growth. Much like other authors who have written books that on the surface have been marketed as rom-coms but have been placed in fiction (BEACH READ ring any bells?), I think Yinka should have been a literary fiction book. The story isn't perfect, but if I had gone into it not expecting a rom-com, or even just a romance novel, I might have appreciated it more. Also, poor Yinka with the family who refuses to empathize with her and instead sides with the bully. My frustration levels were HIGH. Phew, alright. I've been waiting to write this review for over a week and I'm grateful that my thoughts are written down. Just to be clear: I enjoyed Yinka for what it was, not for what it was marketed as. I think this was a wonderful novel of self-discovery and love, especially from the perspective of a beautiful dark skinned black woman. I do think you should read it to get your own opinion from it, but go in with an open mind and the thought that it might not be exactly what you were expecting.

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54. Blue Flag Vol. 8 by Kaito--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Five million stars!!!!! Omg that ending! That character development! That artwork! This is a masterpiece and other than one other series that will forever hold a place in my heart, this is definitely up there as a favourite. I’m definitely going to have to reread this in the future. I SCREAMED when I finished that last chapter. This was soooo good. And yes, it’s 2 in the morning because I couldn’t stop reading. Omg this series 😭😭😩 I’m genuinely on such a high right now—I loved this story so much!!!!!

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Have you read any of these? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

About me my name is Laura i'm born in the 90's MMPR came out the year before I was born, i love to read i'm a beta reader and book reviewer. I own 311 R.L. Stine books a ton of Nancy Drew books and about 100 other books.

My favorite genres are mystery, murder mystery, horror, thriller, suspense, ya, teen and children.

My favorite author's are R.L. Stine, Carolyn Keene, Diane Hoh, A Bates, Michael grant, tikiri herath, Candace Robinson, Barbara venkataraman and Hudson warm.

My favorite TV shows are flashpoint, castle, Power Rangers, law and order svu, rookie blue, alias, firefly, jem and the holograms, felicity, veronica mars, goosebumps, dead of summer, eye candy, FBI, the rookie, the rookie feds the amazing race, dancing with the stars, endurance, flight 29 down, battlebots, Dr pimple popper, dynasty, covert affairs and hardy boys Nancy Drew mysteries. 

TV show I have watched a lot of are

Rugrats, Mythbusters, yes dear, friends, everybody loves Raymond, the king of Queens, the golden girls, full house, the Brady bunch,  star trek next generation, gilligan's island, gunsmoke, the big valley, the Andy Griffith show, the munsters, the honeymooners, M.A.S.H., supernanny with jo frost, I love Lucy, Rizzoli and isles, fear factor, the apprentice, worst cooks in america, america's funniest home videos, thirty minute meals with Rachel ray, survivor man with Les stroud, dual survival, how it's made, naked and afraid, north woods law, the people's court, judge Judy, judge Alex, judge hatchett, christina's court, judge mathis, judge joe brown And yes I have watched my feet are killing me. A ton of kid shows on nick,  cartoon network and Disney.

Some of my favorite bands and artists are

Celine Dion I came out of the womb listening to her, Stacie orrico the first album I remember buying. Aqua, Roxette, Daze, toy-box, hit' n' hide, Amy jo Johnson, jo jo, the Jonas Brothers, Anastacia, heart, Eurythmics, Phil Collins, Katy perry, Hannah Montana the bee gees and big time rush to name a few I also own a lot of Taylor swift and enjoy the the backstreet boys. My mom loves tina turner and my dad loves stevie nicks, they are both amazing artists.

As for movies, I have seen all of the Star Wars movies. I am evidence is a great documentary that mariska hargitay did on ending the backlog of untested rape kits. 

My favorite movies are

 Jumanji, the Poseidon Adventure, Night of the comet, panic room, flight plan, contact, rv, mmpr the movie, aquamarine, turbo a power rangers movie, perfect body, stick it, home alone, the hunger games, spy kids jurassic park despicable me, secret life of pets, princess diaries, scooby doo, was a huge fan of Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, I really like Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli  films. Anything Nancy drew related, Pixar or Disney anime is cool.

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